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Stiles wasn't a lucky guy.
Things got really bad for him right from the start.
His mum died giving birth to him while his dad, the sheriff got shoot and died, when Stiles was only 12years old.
Melissa a divorced nurse, and his father best friend took him under her wing by claiming his custody. The generous woman had a son named Scott; Stiles and Scott became inseparable since day one.
They went to school together and they were partners in crime at all times.
Despite their mischiefs Stiles was an excellent student trying to archive his goal and become an FBI agent.
Then....
The full moon came....
Stiles was 15 when Scott got bitten by a werewolf while the boys were exploring the woods at night.
Stiles found himself introduced to this new world filled with supernatural creatures and magic.
He studied and researched everything he could possibly find to help his friend, deal with his new status quo.
Scott adjusted rather quickly considering everything; new enhanced senses, power oh! and the fact that during full moons he grew fangs and nails; it's fun to be a werewolf right?
So, Stiles helped.
He became important for Scott and the pack that they created; because apparently werewolves have been established in the small city of Beacon Hills, centuries ago and the small city of California was a refuge for hunted werewolves.
There were 3 more clans of were-beings protecting the city and the magic beacon on the centre of it (a big tree called the Nementon);
the Hale pack (born werewolves who have been settled centuries ago and were founder members of the town),
the Satomi pack (a Chinese pack who accepted mostly foreign werewolves),
and the Argents (humans who knew everything about the supernatural world and helped whenever they could to keep the balance between the two worlds.).
Scott and Stiles took under their wings a couple of young, newly-turned werewolves that needed their help; Theo, Liam and Hayden, creating their own little pack.
Scott became an Alpha over night.
Stiles was ecstatic about it!
Things have been good.
Then a new clan, a clan of vampires moved into town.
Their leader Damon, created chaos within the first month of their appearance.
The wolves were restless and failed to collaborate and sent the vampire off town; as a result the supernatural community nearly got exposed to the rest of the world.
The crisis was averted on the last minute when the
Moon Council
intervened.
They pushed away the vampires, relocating them to different city, up north, and decided that the packs of Beacon Hills should mingle to achieve peace and prosperity; it was a project that had been enforced and succeeded in the past.
The Alpha of each pack would be assigned to a member of another pack.
They would train and work together for a whole year to ensure that the packs would always consult, respect each other and work together if need be.
Allison Argent was assigned to Scott and the whole pack was waiting for the letter that would assign a member of the McCall pack to another Alpha.
The letter came and that's when Stiles realised he was totally screwed.
Because while everyone thought that Theo was going to join the Satomi's pack the letter mentioned another name... Or better yet names...
Alpha Derek Hale- Mieczyslaw Stilinski
Shit!
Stiles was not amused.
He couldn't believe that the council would take him away from his Alpha and best friend and appoint him to Derek Hale of all people!
The werewolf was an Alpha brut, growly, silent type of guy that Stiles had met once or twice and was pretty sure that the werewolf hated him.
Stiles was the joy of life, thank you very much. He would talk for hours and make jokes and laugh with every little thing. He was gonna spend a whole year with Derek???
No...
No way...
“It's clearly a mistake...Or someone really messes with me right now..”Stiles whined as he messily folded his clothes and put them on his backpack.
“He will kill me Scott! I just know he will. He will slash my throat when I'm sleeping or rip it out during one of his training sessions! Do you think it's random that he has no betas yet?” Stiles complained as he gather some books and his laptop on another bag.
“Stiles... He won't do such thing, come on.. He agreed to this remember?” the werewolf said looking apologetic to his best friend.
“That's before he knew who he has been assigned to. The guy doesn't listen Scott!!! How do they expect us to work together if I have to obey every single thing that the Sourwolf says huh?” Stiles protested.
“And why do I have to live with him anyway? I thought that joining the pack meetings and training sessions would be enough..” Stiles explained sitting on his bed reeking of anxiety.
“Every Alpha makes his own rules you know that.. And the Hales are like royalty. He won't dare to do anything to you; he wont break the treaty.. Just try to take it down a notch with the sarcasm and the sassy comments alright?” Scott asked kindly making puppy eyes to his best friend.
Stiles pouted and and exhaled deeply... “Just be myself, only less.. Great!Easy!” the human answered back sarcastically.
“How is it that you keep the puppies and end up with the big bad wolf huh?” Stiles whined and fell into bed scanning the room for anything he might have forgotten.
“And why does Melissa agreed to this,huh? How she gives me away so easy ?” Stiles said dramatically.
“She wants what's best for the both of us.. You know that...You always wanted a big family and a change of scenery might do us good. Plus we get to see each other at school so quit whining. Come on! You agreed to this too remember?” Scott said feeling guilty for sending his best friend to the wolves (literally).
“It will be alright...” the Alpha declared and Stiles nodded defeated.
“Fine you win...” the human said and got up. “But when he leaves my corpse in your front door.. Don't say I didn't warn you.. And fair warning when that time comes, I'll come back and hunt your werewolf ass.!” the human threatened as he picked up his stuff.
“See you at school then...” Stiles said as walked down the hall and exiting the house and placed his stuff on his blue jeep (his parents inheritance-favourite car).
The drive to the Hale territory lasted only 15min.
The Alpha was living a few km away from the Hale mansion in a small wooden house at the edge of the preserve.
He was waiting for the human in the porch, his arms folded on his chest and his usual glare painted on his face looking as intimidating as possible.
Once Stiles was out of his car and closed the door behind him the Alpha barked,
“Stiles!!” flashing his eyes towards the human.
“You are late...” he announced with an annoyed tone painting his voice before he walked inside the house.
Oh boy!
This is gonna be a long, long year....