Two wolves ran through the forest around Beacon Hills, a russet and a black, one with reed eyes the other with brown. An alpha and its mate. The black wolf tackled the brown one and growled playfully. The russet rolled over and lifted its tail and darted off into the woods. The black wolf howled and followed with dark intent in its eyes.
Late in the night howls and moans of bliss could be heard as the full moon bathed the woods in light. If you listened carefully you could hear the call of two wolves.
Stiles stretched awake in the bed of Derek's sister, the only bed I the burnt house. "Stiles, breakfast is served," Derek called walking through the door with a tray of food wearing nothing but a "KISS THE COOK" apron and a bright smile. "Wow, thanks babe, and come here and I will kiss the cook," his voice was a seductive purr as Derek moved closer.
Derek sat up and sighed, "You didn't eat the breakfast I cooked," he sounded upset but was very pleased with how the morning had gone so far. Stiles sat up beside him and swallowed half the food on the tray and gulped down the orange juice. "Wow," Derek said staring wide eyed. Stiles smiles and hopped off the bed and carried the dishes downstairs to the kitchen.
"Derek, last night, you told me I was yours, the second alpha," Stiles said toying with a loose string on his jeans. "Yes, why," Derek asked watching the boy with warm hazel eyes. "Dose that mean I am truly your mate and that your not playing some cruel joke on me," he blurted this out turning red and looking away. Derek smiled and lifted the boys face, "Yes Stiles, it means I love you and that your my mate and you mean everything to me," his lips brushed Stiles' ear.
