The Fox and the Wolf

Prologue

A year ago

Stiles stood in front of his body length mirror, turning to the sides and examine his clothing.

Allison had brought up some dark washed denim jeans, a black dress shirt that fit his slender form snugly, brown combat boots, and to top off the outfit, a long red cape with a hood.

Oh, and did he forget to mention, the cape had two ears on it, symbolizing fox ears.

He looked ridiculous.

"Why do I have to wear this? Why couldn't I have just worn my hoodie?" He whined to Allison, ignoring the snickers coming from Lydia in the background. 

"It looks good!" she protested, but Stiles would have none of it. "It looks ridiculous! Do you really expect me to go around slaying bad guys in a freakin little red riding hood cape? Forget me, they'll die laughing!" He protested and Allison huffed.

"I think it looks hot. Just go with it." Lydia tried. Stiles shook his head.

"Whatever. Get me my bat, I'm ready to go." With one more look of distaste at his mirror, he walked out of the door and out into the crisp night air ready for his first fight.