Teen Wolf Imagines/Oneshots

Lone Wolf- Stiles

A/n: I'm not kidding. I would like some Theo requests cause all I'm getting is ideas for Stiles.

Word Count: 2,220

Genre: Honestly don't know, more story? But there will be a part two (hopefully)

As pretty much always, we are ignoring Stalia
You were at the Sheriff's station. You had got caught stealing a few things from a gas station. It was no big deal but they had to bring you in.

You were sitting on the couch in the Sheriff's office. Oh and you were also a werewolf. Born werewolf so you had control over it. You learned control from a young age. You learned to be your own anchor. You had to in order to survive the hell that was the foster system.

The sheriff asked you, "How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen" you answered.

He asked, "Where are your parents?"

"I don't even know who they are let alone where they are" you remarked.

"What about your foster parents?"

"Oh you should have seen what they were doing to those kids. You would've ran too"

"Like they were abusing them?"

You told him, "And worse. I can give the address if you'd like to go arrest those mother-"

The sheriff stopped you from finishing your sentence, "Alright I'll take the address"

You gave the sheriff the address of your former foster home. You weren't there for long but you knew. They barely laid a hand on you but you could tell they had done worse to the others. Instead of saying anything, you just left.

You felt bad about that for the past month so you decided to get caught. You knew the officers would sympathize with you and not charge you. After all, you were just stealing to survive.

The sheriff told you, "This address isn't in my jurisdiction but I'll get some officers from that district to take a look into it"

"Alright now am I free to go or what?" you asked.

"Not so fast. What's your name?"

"Y/n Heywood"

Heywood was the last name of the couple who had adopted you until you were three and they had a kid of their own so they put you back into the system. You've been in and out of foster homes across the west coast since.

Sheriff Stilinski said. LAll right Y/n, where are you going to go? You at least have some place to stay I hope?"

You had your own little wolf's den in the woods but you suspected the sheriff wouldn't call that a suitable home.

You replied, "Not really"

The sheriff told you, "Okay well tomorrow I'll call around and see if anyone will take you in"

Doubtful. No one wants a seventeen year old.

The sheriff said, "But for tonight, you can stay with me. I have a son your age, Stiles"

What kind of name was Stiles? Some weird nick name for Stilinski? You hoped that it was just a nick name.

"Okay" you muttered.

He asked, "Where do you go to school, Y/n?"

"Lakewood"

"That's half an hour away without traffic. How do you get there?"

"I run"

The sheriff sighed, "Okay, what do you think of transferring to Beacon Hills high?"

"I've already been to four different high school so why not add another?" you remarked.