𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 | Starrish/Jorles/Jorlinski

Pack isn't always Family

3rd Person POV

Stiles had been dreading this day forever. He knew it was the full moon, but it wasn't just a full moon. It was a blood moon. His reaction to this information was bloody priceless. Literally.

Stiles scratched his arm with his nails every day, and it leaves a scar. And the funny part about this is that everyone but the pack notices it.

It shows just how important Stiles is to his so-called pack.

Stiles lowered his head as he walked down the hallway, ignoring the strange looks he got from the pack and everyone else.

He walks into his second to last class of the day. He sat down in his seat next to Allison and paid attention, something that rarely happens.

He waited for what seemed like forever when the bell rang, sensing class was now over. He rushed to his next class, leaving the pack confused.

He sits down in his seat, being the first in class. He smiles knowing this is his final class before he leaves.

The bell rings once again then students start rushing in and taking their seats. Stiles just sits down with his head in his hands.

Finally, after waiting forever, class starts. He was tunning in and out of the conversation at different points in time. He doesn't know when it happened but all he knew was that he passed out.

A couple of minutes later, Stiles wakes up in realizes that he's back in his classroom and everyone is staring at him.

He gulps as he grabs his things before excusing himself and heading toward his locker. He puts his school stuff in there then grabs his personal stuff. He then rushes out of the school and gets into his car, driving home, to get his mind off everything.

To get his mind off him. Stiles hadn't met the guy before, but he knew that this man. The one from his dream. Was his mate.

His wolf practically screamed it when he saw the man in his dream. He was dressed in a police uniform. He had a golden brown badge with his name on it. 'Parrish' it read and Stiles didn't know what he was doing.

He thought he was going home but in reality, he was heading to see him. He walked into the precinct and was confronted by the desk lady "I'm sorry sir, you're not allowed in here," she says and he rolls his eyes "My dad works here. Sheriff Stilinski?" Stiles says as if it's obvious "I'm sorry, do you have identification?" The lady asks and Stiles pulls out his ID.

The lady goes over it and nods to him. He grabs his ID back and then walks into the next room. He then walks over to his dad's office but is caught off guard by a scent.

A familiar scent. A scent he knew all too well. It belonged to him. Stiles looked up at the man and the man froze, "You," they both say shocking each other "Me?" They both ask confused "You're the one from my dream!" Parrish says "I could say the same thing about you. My wolf had been wolfing out since this morning." Stiles says, anger filling his voice.

Parrish scoffs "Same," Parrish says "But it keeps telling me one word."

They both stare at each other before sighing, "Mate," they both say in frustration.

Stiles and Parrish both groan "You cant be my mate! You're my bosses son?! He's gonna kill me when he finds out," Parrish exclaims "One, shut up, two, he's not gonna find out, because we're not going to tell him," Stiles says and Parrish frowns "We're not?" He asks "No. He doesn't know about the supernatural," Stiles says and Parrish nods.

Stiles' dad then comes out of his office and stares between the two "I don't even want to know," he says waving his hand dismissively, "Good, that's good. You- you shouldn't want to," Stiles says fiddling around.

Parrish looks confused and is about to ask what's going on but Stiles shouts him a look. He takes the hint pretty well and walks away leaving Stiles alone with his father. The two talk about how Stiles fainting during the middle of class and as to why he wasn't in school.

After that, the two go home and eat pizza before heading to bed. Stiles felt like someone was watching him. He turned around to see Scott in his room by the window, with his arms crossed and a frown on his face, "You missed the pack meeting," he spits out "Oh, I've seem to misplace it, before you ask what I'm looking for it's the many fucks I give about and your merry band of mutts!" Stiles replies.

He has no idea where this newfound confidence came from but he likes it. It shocks Scott to hear his best friend say that "Stiles, you are out of the pack!" Scott yells "I don't give to shits. Be glad I didn't of an extra-large branch or mountain ash, roll it in mistletoe, dip it in wolfsbane, and shove it up your freaking werewolf ass!" Stiles yells, voice matching Scotts.

Scott tries to attack Stiles but a gun being cocked is heard. They both look to see Jordan Parrish, standing there with his gun pointed at Scott.

Jordan steps Infront of Stiles protectively, "Leave," Parrish says "No! I do what I want!" Scott says and Jordan's eyes glow a fiery orange, shocking Scott "You think you scare me? I'm the true Alpha! The strongest creature out there--" he starts but is cut off by a pair of claws being dug into his chest "Just because you're a true Alpha doesn't give you the right to step over others. And as to be the strongest creature out there? That was a lie, you're one of them but not the strongest. The strongest would be me, a hellhound," Parrish says ripping his claws from Scotts chest.

Shocked and in pain, Scott stumbles back and looks at the officer in shock before jumping out the window.

Parrish then looks back to Stiles, "I'm sorry about that, I don't know what happened. My wolf said you were in danger so I came. I'm really--" Parrish rambles but is cut off by Stiles kissing him "You talk too much," Stiles says and Parrish chuckles.

He then pulls away from the kiss, leaving a whining Stiles "Wait, how old are you?" Parrish asks "17, you?" He asks "24," Parrish replies.

Stiles groans "I've got 2 months and 1 week before I turn 18," Stiles says and Parrish kisses him again "Then no doing anything?" Parrish says "Unfortunately," Stiles whispers, and Parrish chuckles.

The night is then ended by Stiles falling asleep in Parrish's arms, wrapped around him protectively. Stiles realized something. He realized that a pack isn't always family, or better yet home. And being here in Parrish's arms? Made him feel safe, warm, accepted even. But most importantly both wolves felt at home.