The Hale Pack

11 Vulnerable

Ow. Stop elbowing me. Ugh.

Stiles pushed against whoever was against him ruining his sleep.

They didn't budge. But they did groan and roll over and put there arm over him.

There was also hair tickling his nose and he groaned in annoyance as the heat of being smothered by not one body but at least two was just too much.

"Get off meh." Stiles mumbles as he tries to escape the limbs that are haphazardly thrown over him.

Only now that he is trying to escape the pile of hot bodies arms slowly wrap around him and now he is being nuzzled by multiple peole. Opening his eyes he finally sees that he is in his own bed in the loft and Scott, Erica, Isaac and Boyd are all in bed with him, cuddling him.

"You are all suffocating me..." He groans.

Suddenly the Wolves all wake up and Isaac and Scott tumble off the bed into a pile of tangled limbs and deep blushes as they finally untangle themselves and stand up quickly with their hair sticking up all over and drool on their mouths.

Boyd had just calmly gotten out of bed and Erica had stayed cuddled up to Stiles but moved her hair out of his face as she still held him carefully. As she raised a brow at Scott and Isaac. "You two are ridiculous."

Scott wiped his mouth and looked to Stiles. "Are you feeling okay Stiles?"

Stiles rubbed his face and actually felt fine. "I feel fine. How long have I been sleeping?"

"Two days."

Stiles sat up looking at the doorway where Peter stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

Stiles felt relief.

His lips lifted into a slight smile as he surpassed the fact that he had been sleeping for two days. "You came back."

Peter raised his brows and snarkily replied. "Well when I heard that another wolf was brought into the pack I had to come and inspect the pup. Low an behold you nearly expired because of the runt."

Stiles sat back against the head board and couldn't help but have a lopsided grin. "I'm glad you came back Peter. Even if you are creepy as fuck sometimes."

The look that passed between them was a knowing one. The vision of Peter's past. Stiles knew and he accepted Peter. Stiles felt his chest warm up as Peter's eyes change to bright blue and he looks away. He felt something pass between them. Maybe the connection to the pack was growing stronger.

"Yeah well try to not die next time I have somewhere else to be." Peter scoffs brushing off whatever this was.

Stiles smirked and leaned his cheek against Erica's hair and chuckled lightly. "I'll try my best."

Then he slowly got up off the bed and sniffed himself. "I need a shower. You guys are too damn hot and made me sweat." His clothes stuck to him as he stood. He felt okay but his legs felt a slight bit weak and he stumbled.

But he was suddenly being held up by Scott. "You okay?"

"Yeah buddy. I'm good. Just still half awake I guess." Stiles chuckled nerveously. Scott put his arm over his shoulders and held him up as they walked towards the bathroom.

"I missed you..." Scott whispered as they got into the bathroom.

Stiles felt his chest clutching hard. "I... I missed you too bro." Stiles wrapped his arms around Scott and they both had silent tears streaming down their faces as they hugged.