Stiles had always dreamed of a wolf. It stared a few months before his mother died. He has always been a vivid dreamer, but something about this dream was so realistic, it was hard for twelve year old Stiles to feel the difference between the dream and real life. when he told his parents about the dream. His mother thought it was really cool so she would make a donation to a wolf conservation in his name every few months. His wall used to be full of pictures of wolves that he had "Adopted" with his donation and a certificate to show it too. None of these wolves could match my wolf.
My wolf had black fur and magical glowing red eyes. When I dreamed of him I was always in the middle of a clearing and He would be there waiting on me. I would try to go to him, but I couldn't. It was like my feet were glued to the ground. I would always wake up disappointed.
*Present day*
When Stiles was awoken by his alarm clock he was upset. He had the dream again and he wanted to go to the wonderful wolf, he wanted to feel his fur, and see his eyes up close.
Maybe this dream is still happening because I am in Beacon Hills. I need to move.
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Hey! This is Emily! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do!
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Inked (Sterek)
FanfictionWhat would happen if Scott was never turned and they never knew about werewolves? What would happen if Stiles met Derek by coincidence in a tattoo parlor? What happens when they are drawn to each other?
