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Stiles had been feeling a pull in his spark for over a week. After three years of practicing, he was very used to his spark and what it did. This was new. It almost felt like an itch but filled him with excitement at the same time. It was all very confusing. He’d meditated and all it did was sit in there, itchy and pushing him to move. No. It was more getting him ready to move.
Finally, he got tired of it. He needed to get out of the house for a while. “I’m going for a drive. My spark is driving me nuts and I gotta get out of here. Anyone want to come?” he asked, knowing any wolves in the house would hear him. It was a crap shoot on who was in the house. He had no clue who was there, but someone would probably want to get out.
“I’ve got a meeting with Marin, my love, or I would go. But have a nice time. Come back to me soon,” Deuc called out.
“Always,” Stiles promised with a grin.
“I’m in,” Peter said, coming down the stairs to join him.
“Cool! Is there anyone else even home?” Stiles asked, grabbing his sneakers by the front door and pulling them on.
“Nope, just us and Deuc,” Peter said, slipping his jacket on. “Where are we going?”
Stiles shrugged. “Wherever my spark leads, I guess. I’ve been having this itch pushing me to be ready to move. Maybe this is it. I don’t know.”
Peter nodded. “Okay. So, we drive, listen to the spark and keep our eyes open. It doesn’t feel negative, does it?”
“Nope,” Stiles assured him. “I would’ve sounded the alarm if it was.”
They headed toward the blue jeep. It had taken almost a year before they were able to find the same model of jeep Stiles’ mother drove. Deuc paid a pretty penny to buy it and have it overhauled top to bottom and front to back. The duplicate jeep filled his mate with happiness and that made the money worth it. They paid out the ass in upkeep, but it made Stiles crazy with joy.
As always, when their Spark was happy, they were as well, no matter the cost. Besides, Deuc liked to make Stiles happy, content to spend obscene amounts of money on Stiles on anything he wanted. Stiles spent more time saying ‘no thank you’ than asking for things. He was constantly telling Deuc no, he doesn’t need this or that just because he looked at it. Deuc, on the other hand, found joy in surprising and giving gifts to his mate. Stiles always looked so shocked, which, however adorable, was one of the few scars that remained from Before.
Stiles pulled the jeep out and turned toward the freeway. Peter set the music playlist to one they both liked and then settled back, content to enjoy the ride.
Glancing over at Peter, Stiles’ lips twisted. He wished for more for Peter. That he could find more happiness. Stiles knew that Peter had found a real sense of joy and meaning when he joined the Blackwood pack. It was more like the pack he’d grown up with and he was so glad to be away from all those whiny teenagers that remained in Beacon Hills.
Stiles wished he had known Olivia, Peter’s mate. From their conversations, Stiles knew she was the sweetest woman. She loved Peter and his arrogance and know-it-all-ness. There was nothing Peter could deny her. She was his everything. They had five blissful years together. Five short years. Stiles got that. He only got a few years with his mom that he remembered. Peter was lonely, no matter the affection he got from the pack. Stiles knew this and wanted to fix it.
Twenty minutes into the drive, Stiles’ spark which had been humming along inside him, pulled him off the freeway and through a town he wasn’t too familiar with.
“Have we been here before?” Peter asked. “It kind of looks familiar; but not.”
“Yeah, I don’t know, but I get the same feeling,” Stiles mused.
They drove through the town and onto the roads near the beach. It was a beautiful day, and the sidewalks were full of people walking around in swimsuits and sarongs. Other people had cameras around their necks looking here and there.
It was a good day, Stiles felt it. Something good was on the way. He concentrated on his spark more, it had to happen now.
He pulled the jeep over and parked, having made no mental preparation to do so. Peter jumped out and so did Stiles after checking in with his spark. He was following it so it didn’t get out of control.
The spark began moving him, weaving around people on the sidewalk, driving him along faster and faster. Peter was struggling to keep up with his long stride. Stiles had done quite a bit of growing in the last couple years, a belated growth spurt that made him just taller than Deucalion. He loved it. He teased his mate about being the small spoon; but Stiles would never actually give up having his mate curved along his back, limbs wrapped around him. It was perfection.
Stiles was looking around and there it was. Or there she was. What the hell? He consulted his spark. Why was this woman familiar to him… or familiar to his spark? She was a werewolf, that he knew for certain. Celestia had taught him a form of aura reading that could distinguish between different species of supernatural creatures.
This woman had a beautiful yellow-orange aura, and her wolf form was just as lovely. She had gorgeous black hair that hung straight down her back, near to her waist. She had on a pair of white shorts, leaving her tan legs bare with flip-flops. Her tank declared “I Tried Being Normal Once. Worst Two Minutes of My Life.”
Stiles loved her already.
Peter told him he was going to stop in a shop for something to drink really quick, getting a nod from Stiles before turning into the shop.
Stiles headed straight for the werewolf. “Excuse me,” Stiles said. “This is going to sound absolutely insane, but do I know you?”
The woman turned to him and Stiles nearly gasped. Her eyes were a stunning yellow-green that made them appear to glow in the sunlight.
“Hello there. Um. I don’t know. I don’t think we know each other. My name is Lottie,” she said with a friendly smile.
“Stiles,” he said and leaned close before whispering - he could do that now without it hurting - “I’m in the Blackwood pack.”
Her eyes got big. “Oh my god, are you really? I’ve heard of you! Stiles and Celestia running with the Blackwood pack. Did I hear Celestia moved on?” Lottie asked, reaching out to brush her hand over his arm, then looked confused about why she did so.
“Celestia did move on, yes. She and Ahmet had to go. That’s just what they do,” Stiles said with a smile. Then he saw Peter coming out of the coffee shop, a bottle of water in his hand. “Peter!” Stiles called, waving at him.
Peter saw him and smiled before his eyes fell on the she-wolf that was standing by him. He came to a stop. Lottie was also staring at Peter.
Peter walked to them, well, to her. When he stopped in front of her, eyes wide and he reached out and stroked her cheek. “Mine,” he growled low and rumbling.
“Mine,” Lottie answered with a matching rumble, her gorgeous eyes lighting up.
Stiles was in shock. This wasn’t supposed to happen, was it? Mates were once in a lifetime. Something that didn’t change simply because one died. They would normally spend the rest of their lives alone. If they went out, it was to scratch an itch, nothing more.
He searched his spark; he was starting to understand what was going on. You knew didn’t you, he addressed his magic. There was a sense of cockiness in it that made Stiles grin. Did we do this? Stiles received a positive answer. How?
Then, like a movie playing in his mind, he saw Peter standing to the side of him, Deuc standing in front of him and there he stood, a skeletal shadow of who he really was, standing on a staircase. Peter had come back, just as he’d promised. Peter was a real friend. He deserves to be happy. He deserved more than the few years he had with Olivia. He’d asked Peter about mates and about his Olivia. He told Peter, whispered to him, that he deserved to be happy. Then he felt incredibly weak. Oh Goddess, it was me, he realized. Why did it take so long? It takes time to create a mate where there was none. Is someone missing out because she is with Peter? No. She already had a mate who died when she was a baby. She never knew him. Well, alright then, my badass spark!
Stiles said, “Peter, this is Lottie. Lottie, this is my uncle Peter.” He grinned as they stood there, staring at one another.
“Lottie,” Peter said with utmost care and the beginnings of adoration.
“Peter,” she whispered. “I didn’t think I would have a mate. I was okay on my own.”
“I didn’t think I would either,” Peter said. “But you are perfect. So worth the wait.”
Stiles saw Peter catch his gaze for a moment and promised with his eyes to tell Lottie about Olivia and soon. Stiles nodded. He wouldn’t mention it either, not until Peter worked up the nerve to tell her.
“Lottie, do you have a car?” Stiles asked.
“Yes,” Lottie answered, those gorgeous cat-like eyes still glued to her new mate.
“Great. Peter, Lottie will see you home. I’m gonna get out of your hair,” Stiles grinned, realizing they barely heard him.
Just as he turned away, Peter grabbed Stiles with one arm, still touching Lottie with the other, hugging the young man tight. “Thank you. I don’t know what you did but thank you for bringing me to her.”
“You came back, Peter. This was my honor,” Stiles told him, squeezing him tight. “It was lovely meeting you, Lottie. I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.”
“Uh huh,” Lottie said, her long black hair swinging behind her as she quickly looked at him before turning right back to Peter.
Stiles just grinned and left them staring at each other and headed back to the jeep. His spark was at rest inside him once more. All the nervous feelings and itch were gone.
Arriving back home, he went to Deuc’s office. He listened to see if Deuc was still on the call and walked in when his mate beckoned to him.
“I just hung up, so you, my darling, have excellent timing,” Deuc said, smiling wide and moving over to him. He pulled Stiles in close for a deep kiss, sighs escaping them both. “I missed you.”
Stiles nibbled on Deuc’s jawline which was just wolf enough to get Deuc hot and desperate. Stiles murmured in his ear. “I wasn’t gone long, Alpha.”
“I have to have you,” Deuc demanded, a low growl in his chest.
Later, with a naked Stiles seated on Deuc’s equally naked lap, he told Deuc what happened with Lottie. His mate was amazed, obviously.
“How did you do it? When did you do it?” Deuc sounded a little hurt.
Stiles understood. They told each other literally everything. It would be a dick move to keep something this big away from him. “I didn’t know I did it. I’ve been feeling that itchy sensation I told you about. Remember my spark has been acting up?”
Deucalion nodded, confusion in his ocean blue eyes.
“It felt like a tugging inside, like I had to go somewhere. Today it went nuts, that’s why I said I was going for a ride. Ironically, Peter was the only one available to go,” Stiles said with a wicked grin. “So, I just started driving, kind of following the GPS of my spark. We ended up in Seaside, of all places. I don’t know if I’ve been there before, but Peter and I both thought there was something familiar about it. I parked and started walking down the street.” Stiles quickly got to the part where Peter and Lottie were gazing at each other after the claiming. “I was communicating with my spark, and it showed me a video type dream thing of that day in Beacon Hills when you rescued me. Before. I was standing on the step; you and I were talking about mates and then Peter chimed in. Mother Moon, I looked awful,” Stiles said with a shiver. Deuc squeezed him close as he continued. “But in the memory, I remember being so grateful to Peter and knowing he’d lost his mate, I told him he deserved to be happy. Now I remember that I got really weak after I told him that. My spark says that it was us creating a mate where there was none. Lottie’s mate died when she was an infant. They could never have met, so she grew up and thought she didn’t and wouldn’t have a mate.” Stiles shook his head and grinning, running his fingers down Deuc’s muscled forearm. “Now she does and so does Peter. He gets to be happy just like I wanted for him.”
“You do like to crush expectations, don’t you, mate?” Deuc said, pride puffing his chest up.
“Keeps life interesting,” Stiles said with a chuckle as he ground down against Deuc’s hot skin.
“That is the truth,” Deuc said with a grin and leaned in for another kiss.
Passion brought them closer as power exploded in golden sparks as they came together in love. In promise, in power, in passion.