THE HYBRID'S MATE, sterek [book 01] ✔

xi. we've always been mates

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Ten Months Later

     ONE NEW MESSAGE FROM: Sourwolf

     I frown at the notification I haven't seen in months. Not since Ethan and I got together actually. I stare at my phone for a minute before another message comes through, making me jump, startled out of my daze as it vibrates on the bedside cupboard. I pick up the broken phone and puts in the passcode, going into my messages and opening the conversation with the Alpha.

     From: Sourwolf
     Stiles, come to the loft. I want to talk to you. Alone.
     It's important.

     From: Sourwolf
     Now would be nice, Stiles. Get moving.

     I slowly put my phone into the pocket and grab a hoodie, limping out to the replacement car while my Jeep is getting fixed. Again. I get in and make my way to Derek's loft. I walk in the front door and stop in shock when I see that the whole building has been redecorated, and that the elevator has been fixed.

     I limp to the elevator and the doors ding open when I press the button. I press the button for the top floor and lean heavily against the metal contraption as it moves upwards. I have no clue as to why Derek has asked me to come, and to come alone at that. Then again, I remember that Derek has been a little strange since we found him months ago.

• FLASHBACK - FIVE MONTHS AGO •

     I hit my head against the steering wheel of my Jeep once again and groan. I have been left as the getaway driver. Again. The only reason I agreed to be the getaway driver was because it was the only way I was going to have a role in their plan to get Derek back from the Calavera's.

     "Stiles," Isaac's voice says, coming from my phone. "Get ready. We're on our way."

     "Please tell me you actually managed to get Derek this time," I groan, starting my Jeep and cringing when the engine rattles.