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Derek knew letting Stiles walk into the local dog shelter unaccompanied was a mistake. Of course it was a mistake. When he walked back out he was cradling a small fluffy puppy against his chest. It was off white, hair patchy and, well, it was downright ugly.
“Before you say anything,” Stiles started. “His name is Haley and I already signed the adoption papers.”
Derek just sighed defeated. What else was he supposed to do?
“Great,” a wide smile spread across Stiles' face. “There’s six of them,” he told him and lifted a carrier into the backseat of the car.