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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦: 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢, 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
A DAY AND A half have gone by since Derek and I talked, on the phone I mean. He and I have been sending texts back and forth, and I learnt some interesting things about the sourwolf. Let's just say that when he's in a good mood, he is quite open to telling me things that his normal self would growl at me for asking. I'm surprised at half the things he tells me.
To: Sourwolf You're telling me that you don't actually hate Star Wars?!
From: Sourwolf That's exactly what I'm telling you, Stiles. I'm going to regret telling you that aren't I?
To: Sourwolf Depends how much you don't hate it. Also, that means you might like my room here.
From: Sourwolf Did you just invite me to do something, Stilinski? It sure sounded like it.
To: Sourwolf Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't.
From: Sourwolf Are you flirting or making more sexual innuendos?
To: Sourwolf Just get your asses here. Break road rules. I can get you out of trouble. Don't you worry. Just hurry up.
From: Sourwolf Yes, Stiles. We will be there in a couple of hours.
The hours seem to drag by, by, in reality, they pass at a normal speed. Well, normal for humans. Rebekah and Hayley are speeding around our home; Elijah and Marcel are taking care of the so called 'Daywalkers'; Cami and Klaus have vanished to who knows where, to do who knows what; Hope is playing with a wolf pup; and I am just pacing around my room.
At first, I wanted to tell the Pack about this life, but I decided against it. They would have tried to kill my family, and, in turn, they would have been killed themselves. The thing is, they are not all people who think things through. They are majorly impulsive, and that is due to them being wolves.
