- Teen Wolf (TV) (2)
"Are you telling me you were following me because you want me for your mate?"
The concept seemed ludicrous, but the wolf smiled at him, eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine pleasure. "Would you consider a wolf for a mate?"
Stiles wakes up in the aftermath of his heat to find himself in a somewhat disturbing situation, and inevitably winds up deciding that curiosity always wins out over self preservation instincts. Or maybe it doesn't. After all, safety in numbers... or you could just mate with a wolf.
How was this his life? Seriously? An hour ago, Stiles was crouched in a damp alley trying to catch a glimpse of that rich guy walking into a brothel. He even had his camera to get a picture, just in case they wanted to run it with his article. But no. That was not his life apparently. Because now, he had his hands bound behind his back and a bag pulled over his head and he was stuffed in the backseat of a car, the engine chugging away, taking him and his two abductors to god knew where.
Holy shit. He was going to die.