My Pillow

Chapter 1

3rd POV

Stiles and Derek have literally hated each other from the beginning. Ever since Scott was turned into a werewolf by Peter, Derek made it clear that Stiles was nothing more than a irritating hyperactive spas.

Even Stiles hates Derek. All those times he would push him up against the door of his room, punch his hand to show off his strength. Stiles can't stand that guy.

And to make things even worse. Stiles is a werefox. After the nogitsune had possessed stiles, the spirit left a bit of 'fox' in stiles saying that he will never be the same again.

And Stiles found out two days after that he can shift into a full fox, and also found out that he has some magical abilities which is cool but has consequences.

He can't tell his alpha Derek.

Werewolves and werefoxes don't mix. Their always seen as enemies, and Stiles can't let him know. He would hate him even more, and who knows what the pack might think.

They'd definitely hate him too. All of them, even Scott. It's an animal instinct, they wouldn't care if its still Stiles. They'd hate him like Derek does.

He's happy that no one has found out so far

And yet Stiles is going to his loft. They were spending the weekend at Derek's loft as a pack. So Stiles is packing some stuff for the days he's spending there.

Stiles stood looking at some of the necessities in his small bag that carried his toiletries and a change of shirt, pants and undies. He wasn't going to come back, change and go back again eventhough he could.

He just wanted whatever that is needed is within his reach cause he doesn't like going back and forth like how he did passing around Allison and Scott's messages when Allison's phone was being monitored by her family.

Never going to do that again he thought. It's so tiring, like can't they just meet up someplace secret and talk instead of having him run around the school like some maniac?

He looks at the time on his watch and sees that he's 10 minutes late. Shit, now he's going to get it from the pack especially that sourwolf. No not from sourwolf, he doesn't care. Only cares about the rest of the pack, not good old sarcastic stiles, even if he's on the verge of death.

He hears a ding from his phone and sees that it's a message from Scott.

Scott
Dude where the hell are you? Everyone's pissed that you're not here. Even Derek is threatening to come to your house and rip your throat out with his teeth, whatever that means.

Reading the message with a confused looks he thinks, Derek's pissed? Wow I guess sourwolf does care about me. He smirks at the idea that he made the whole pack mad for being late, well mostly Derek but still.

Quickly Stiles types

I'm coming

Short but it will have to do for now. He's already late, he can't be later than that. He fumbles around his bag zipping it up.

Hope I'm not forgetting anything.

Without thinking of anything else to pack cause he's on a big hurry. He makes his way to his jeep locking the door of the house knowing that his dad will be at the station that night. And drives to the loft knowing of the consequences he's going to face.

Well Stiles, it's time to go full on sarcasm on these werewolves cause its going to be needed. Especially on that dark, broody, gloomy-
OK Stiles concentrate, you're driving. And remember don't let anybody know what you are.

Hello darlings (that's what I'll be calling you from now on, sorry its a norm for me) hope you are liking this story so far🙏☺️. And please forgive me for any off stuff cause this is my first story and fanfic.