Prologue

Stile packed up the vital things he needed from his room. His laptop, phone, and the three hundred dollars he had hidden in his mattress so that he could go to collage one day. Not like that was going to happen now. More or less.

Stile hated how minuscule he has become. The pack didn't even need him that much for research, or anything. His dad worked too much and was never around.

And then there was Derek.

Derek "The Sour-Wolf" Hale.

Stiles will never admit how much he cared for the werewolf. Not that Derek would ever care about Stiles. Even as a friend.

So he was going to leave.

And he wasn't planning on ever coming back.

Stiles looked over at a picture on the wall. Inside the frame held the happy faces of his friends. Or what Stiles had considered his friends. Stiles wasn't a friend to them. Which hurt. He saved their lives so many times and he didn't even get to come out once in a while and just hang out with them. No pack nights for the human. And that's all he was. A human that could get them killed.

Stile grabbed the picture in a laps of strength and walked out of his family home. He put the duffle bag into the back of his jeep and headed down the road. His new life started now, and he could' wait to see what New York City will hold for him. He lived through the supernatural, superheroes and super villains are a piece of cake.