The Hale Pack

7 Surprise!!!!!!!!

Stiles grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on in a hurry. He didn't have time to put on shoes as he ran down the stairs to the main room of the loft.

The pack was all in wolf form and he could feel something buzzing under his skin and in his bones. He felt a bit dizzy from it. "What the hell is going on?"

"An intruder!" Cora snapped as she unsheathed her claws.

"Just our luck Peter ran out after he made Stiles have a vision. We're one wolf down." Isaac griped as he peeked over the windowsill to see if he could spot anymore.

Derek was wolfed out and growling. "It's only one."

The pack converged on the door and Derek snarled. "Spread out. Find it." Stiles was about to walk out and follow them but Derek growled low and gripped him by the arm pulling him back into the loft. "Not you."

"But-" Stiles scoffed.

"Not you. You stay here. Where it's safe." Derek growled low his red eyes glowing.

"I'm not one of your beta's you can't just growl and expect me to listen. I can-" But Stiles was interrupted by Derek again.

"Please Stiles. Just stay here. Where it's safe." Then Derek was bounding out of the door to find the trespasser.

Stiles flailed and scoffed as he stumbled over to his hightops pulling them on and then grabbing the bat by the door. "I c-can hold my own. I can." He gripped the handle of the bat and was ready incase anyone were to walk in.

It was tense moments of nothing. Was this a prank or something?

A couple more minutes go buy and Stiles was seriously thinking of putting his bat down and get a bowl of cereal.

Suddenly he heard foot falls running his way. Gripping the bat harder he got ready and then he saw something burst through the door and he swong as hard as he could.

A hand caught his bat mid air.

"Stiles?"

Stiles blinked and couldn't believe what he was seeing. "S-Scott?"

Scott was all wolfed out. Scott was a werewolf? What the actual fuck? When did this happen.

Suddenly they were hugging eachother tight and Stiles felt a warmth of familiarity rush over him as he hugged the only family he still had left. He thought of Scott as a brother. He had missed him.

"You're here! I- I thought I was going crazy catching your scent all over town! But I found you! Why are you with a pack of wolves?"

"It's a really long story bro." Stiles felt tear tracks running down his face as Scott hugged him tight and he could smell Scott's scent surrounding him.

Fresh grass and the traces of his motorcycles gas and some motor oil. The soft warm scent of his mother's cooking and lingering traces of chocolate on his breath. It was Scott. His brother. His best friend. He held him tighter. "I missed you so much."

There was a low loud growling filling the room suddenly. "Get your hands off Stiles!"

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