Stiles made his way back into the living room to see that Rexford had changed forms. "Stiles," the boy chastised crossing the room, "We have talked about you drawing attention to yourself."
"Rex, I swear I didn't try to do this," Stiles said sitting down on the couch, history project completely forgotten.
"Stiles, you know that keeping your identity a secret is majorly important. It's the reason I live with you and your father for the matter of fact," Rexford said sitting down beside his best friend, running his hand across his forehead to push his blonde locks off of it.
Stiles' mother had been the protector before she was taken with sickness. The family had always known that the responsibility would be passed on to Stiles when Claudia passed, but none thought it would happen so early in his life. When she passed all of her powers had been passed to Stiles. For a kid the age of eight, it had been quite overwhelming, which is where Rexford came in.
Rex had been learning about magic from when he was first born. But in his young twenties he was cursed to never age, therefore Rex held over five hundred years of magical knowledge. Rex had known about the protectors, a family that powerful magic was passed down in. The parents always had time to prepare the next to inherit the magic. Stiles didn't have any preparation for his inheritance.
Rexford had taught Stiles everything he knew about magic. But with his magic came the fear and price of being the protector. If he died without an heir the magic would be lost. Decades of magic lost.
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Rexford (Teen Wolf | Sterek)
FanfictionHe was quiet, always sat in the same spot, never talked to anyone. Everyone knew what his name was. I mean you had to, he was the Sheriff's son. But what people didn't know was this kid would be the one to save them all in the end.
