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    “Okay.” Stiles glanced at his phone, wincing at the battery being close to ten percent. It was probably time to call Scott. Turning off the flashlight, mostly to save battery and kind of freaking out over how dark it was—though the half-moon reflecting off the snow helped a bit—he opened his contacts with shaking hands and scrolled through to Scott’s name. Once he hit it, he put the phone to his ear, looking around, and froze.

    The phone rang in his ear, but his eyes were locked on something big and moving through the trees.

    Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

    If that was a fucking bear, Stiles was fucked!

    The line kept ringing and ringing, but Scott didn’t answer. Eventually his voicemail picked up and Stiles very slowly lowered the phone and hung up without looking, eyes still on the dark shape in the trees. He glanced down for only a second to turn on the flashlight function again, then lifted it ever so slowly upwards, and felt his breath freeze in his lungs.

    It was a wolf.

    It was a motherfucking wolf.

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    28 Jul 2020

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    He had no idea what kind of dog it was, only that it was definitely still a puppy, and seriously the cutest damn puppy he’d ever seen. He kind of wanted to keep it, if he was being perfectly honest.

    The poor thing had been shivering and whining on the side of the road in the rain when Scott had driven by on his way to work. Being the good person he was, Scott had scooped it up to bring inside and out of the cold and rain. Of course, the whole Werewolf thing was a problem, and despite having been careful and perfectly kind to the little guy, it was clear Mr. Snickerdoodlekins—that was his name, Stiles had decided—did not like having a Werewolf friend.

    He wasn’t like Stiles, who very much liked having a Werewolf friend. And a Werewolf buddy. And a Werewolf boyfriend.

    Wow, he needed different friends. He supposed the Banshee and Hellhound would have to suffice in the variety department, though having a human friend would be nice.

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    12 Jul 2020

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    The first werewolf Stiles ever sees is a goofy looking dude with floppy brown hair and a crooked smile, leaning up against a black camaro outside the high school, wearing an oversized leather jacket, surrounded by half a dozen other preternaturally beautiful girls and guys, also in leather. Also probably werewolves.

    They look like they stepped right out of Twilight and it’s not subtle.

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    12 Jul 2020

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    An unfortunate incident at a petting zoo leaves Stiles unable to keep his child safe from the hunters that have been looking for them for months. Desperate, he returns to the one place he swore never to step foot in again -- Beacon Hills. But just because Derek has managed to turn himself into a decent Alpha while he's been gone doesn't mean Stiles is willing to forgive him for everything that happened six years before.

    Besides. Wererabbits, as far as he can tell, don't need Alphas anyway.

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    12 Jul 2020

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    “You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

    And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

    The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

    “You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

    Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

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