Hills to Forks (Stiles Stilinski x Embry Call) **Discontinued For Now**

New Home (Part Two)

Stiles woke up the next morning with absolutely no blankets and Malia curled up in a ball hogging it all opposite him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance before also smiling fondly at the werecoyote.

He spent more than half the night explaining to the pack about the "do's and don't's" for the treaty between them and Sam's pack as well as both packs and the Cullens. Needless to say, his cousin was going to get a lot more visits and Sam was going to just have to deal with it unless he wanted an all-out war between the packs.

Sure, Stiles understood why the treaty was made. He also got why Sam was being so protective of him and trying his best to keep him away from the vampire family. But this was also the 21st century, they didn't have to live by the rules of their ancestors anymore, especially if after all this time neither side has been a threat to the other.

And despite that logical fact, Stiles respected Sam's decisions as Alpha.

Respected, not agreed. Note the difference.

A groan sounded from beside Stiles and he quickly snapped out of his thoughts as Malia lazily stirred awake. Her eyes slowly opening as her arms and legs stretched out across the bed almost knocking Stiles cleanout before he quickly ducked.

"Easy there, Mals," he gently patted her fist away.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "What's the time?"

Stiles glanced to the side, "Just past eight," he answered. "Better get up," he said as he got to his feet a yawn escaping him.

"What, why?" Malia whined face planting back into her pillows. "It's still so early," she grumbled unhappily, "and it's weekend!"

"Yeah, yeah," Stiles dismissed. "Just get up, Derek arranged for the pack to have breakfast with Sam's pack."

Reluctantly, Malia forced her head up to look at the Stilinski with an irritated and questioning look. "Why?"

Stiles started to get ready for the day, looking for his clothes in the ridiculous amount of still-packed boxes littering his room. "Well, we're allied packs now, Malia," he stated as if it were obvious. "We should at least get to know each other, right?"

"No."

"I mean you guys," Stiles corrected himself, blatantly ignoring the werecoyote's grumpiness. "I already know them pretty well."

"So, you've told me," Malia sighed her head dropping back down onto the bed. "Repeatedly."

"Who was the one who wouldn't let me go to sleep unless I told them everything?" Stiles shot back with a bitch-faced look.

Malia didn't answer only groaned in response. Or was it a growl? It was hard to tell.

Stiles shook his head dismissing the argument. "Just get up."

"Fine."

"Good."

"Whatever."

Stiles and Malia locked gazes, both of them sharing a look before bursting out laughing and smiling at their own childishness.

Stiles turned to leave, walking out of the door and carrying his jacket in one hand. "Make me a cup of coffee!" Malia called after him.

"Like I'd forget!" Stiles called back.

He made it to the kitchen and found Allison and Lydia already up and about for the day, Lydia eating a protein bar and Allison drinking a smoothie.

"Hey, Stiles," Allison smiled making Lydia glance up from the 'Hello People' magazine she was reading.

"Hey, Ally-cat. Lyd's," he waved a hand at them as he walked past and grabbed two mugs off of the counter.