Ain't no rest for the wicked

Old acquaintances

''Persephone, you're killing me here.'' Stiles whines when Persephone bounces on his bed with the energy of a five-year-old.

''RED! RED! You're not going to believe this! You've got three messages on your site already!'' She exclaims enthusiastically.

Stiles bolts upright and dislodges Persephone. He is just in time to grab her before she tumbles out of bed.

''WHAT?! It just came online last week!'' He squeaks.

After leaving the Hawk pack, he got into a serious discussion with Annabeth. She didn't like the idea of Stiles traveling to help others. Away from the pack, and she couldn't send someone with him every time. The others in the pack had jobs to do too. But after some serious begging, she relented. He got more jobs from Deroy's alliances. At first, it was just a couple and simple things, but word really travels fast, and before he knew it, he almost had a job every couple of weeks.

Six months later, he has a steady name with Red and wanted to expand, so he made a website for only supernaturals who need help. The Hanes have made a lot of new alliances, and Stiles feels proud to have helped that along. The pack itself has grown too. Rumors of the strong pack were also spreading through the country and the states. His website just came online last week, and Persephone has been helping him to make it awesome and invisible enough so no humans can stumble on it per accident. It's mostly for advice, so only when he thinks it's necessary will he go down to the tasks that come in through the sites.

''What are the messages!?'' He exclaims while already bolting to his laptop.

''The first one is a simple question about how to disperse a float of pixies,'' Persephone says while planting herself next to Stiles. Stiles grimaces, pixies are awful. He really hopes he doesn't have to go to that task. But he also knows that pixies hate anything of iron and grey monnikswood, so if they use that, the pixies will go away soon enough.

''The second seems a request for wards. So I need to go down there.'' Stiles muses when he reads the second message. He could do it, of course, it's in New Hampshire, so it shouldn't be too far or take too long. He could probably bring Persephone with him. Then they could make a road trip out of it.

''The third one seems awesome, though. I would start with that one. It sounds mysterious.'' Persephone says with a manic smirk and twinkling eyes. Stiles is intrigued and starts reading.

Dear Red,

We've heard about your many feats and would like to request your advisement about something impossible. Firstly it's possible for us to travel to you, but you can also travel to us. We're in Mexico at the moment, where we went to rescue a member of our pack. We found him, but he was hurt, and more importantly, he was aged down.

''Holy shit, aged down? What the fuck?'' Stiles says with wide eyes when he turns to Persephone, who is practically bouncing on her seat. She is just as excited as Stiles is because this sounds like a challenge, and Stiles loves challenges. He may or may not have sought out a troll because he had never seen one. It all worked out in the end. Annabeth only yelled at him for five minutes.

''Read on!'' Persephone urges.

Before he was taken, he was twenty-five years old, and now he is back to his sixteen-year-old self. Because he had found his mate and had an anchor at he was twenty-two, he is almost feral at the moment. His mate is not around to ground him at the moment, and we can't get a hold of him. Could you please help us with this predicament?

Money is not a problem.

Sincerely, a concerned uncle.

''We are taking this task first. I don't care. These people need help immediately. I only don't think they can travel with an almost feral werewolf.'' Stiles muses while reading the message a second time.