After the sacrifice and committing to becoming Scott's Emissary, Stiles begins to suffer the effects of the Nemeton to the point that it becomes so dangerous he needs a physical and emotional anchor or he might just destroy the world. It has to be a werewolf, more importantly one with the age and experience to help him control his wild emotions and bring him back into balance. There's really only one choice.
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15 Aug 2018
The first thing Derek sees after stepping out of the car is Stiles, on the porch, talking to Isaac. What makes Derek's senses tingle and a growl push up his throat is the smell of pain and bruises in the air. As he draws closer to Stiles, he also detects the faint scent of dried blood. When Derek inhales deeply, searching underneath Stiles' natural scent and the bitter smell of pain and busted blood vessels, he catches a whiff of another wolf. A few seconds is all it takes for Derek to identify the perpetrator and this time, he doesn't bother reigning in the roar bursting forth.
”Peter! What the fuck happened, Stiles?”
Hi Stiles, it’s Derek. Derek Hale, from space camp. I’m writing this in English because my teacher Ms Grady said I had to write about my summer, but I spent my summer with you, so I decided to write to you, instead.
Please write back. Love from Derek.
His real father was a hero who’d died in the line of fire, pun and all intended there. Chris was a hunter who had trouble sticking to a Code that could fit on the back of a matchbook.
08 Aug 2018
Once upon a time, there was a pagan god who disguised himself as the young quartermaster for the kingdom’s elite knights and assassins.
Bond, a noble and a Knight, had fallen in love with the Quartermaster. He finds himself in a god’s shrine to ask for a fitting courting gift.