Stiles yawned slightly as he made his way down the stairs. He wasn't having a good day, he was feeling low and a little lonely. No matter how much Scott had hurt him, no matter how many times he let Stiles down, part of the human still hoped that Scott would come to his senses, appear in his house and apologise for everything, and they could go back to how they were. It was a long, well-formed friendship that he had suddenly lost.

Except if things went back to how they were, he wouldn't have his Pack. He would have these people in his life. It had been Scott and him for so long, just the two of them, that was the reason they had formed the bond that they did because they didn't have anyone else.

But still, every now and then he missed that friendship, it and it made him feel a little down. He thought maybe if they had a big row, or ended things definitively it would be easier, instead the bond that they had just seemed to stretch thinner and thinner over time, dragging the whole thing out.

He had allowed himself a little pouting and brooding this morning. It was a Saturday, Liam and Mason were off doing whatever the kids these days were doing - his dad found his referral to the slightly younger teens as kids hilarious - Peter he was sure where he was, Chris was doing better but needed a little time to himself to get used to having people in his life that cared again, and his dad and Parrish were on duty.

He had decided to allow himself his morning brood, staying in bed warm and comfortable while reading in bed, before getting up. And promptly nearly had a heart attack when he found Peter waiting in the living room for him.

"How long have you been here?" Stiles squeaked holding his hand to his chest while Peter just looked at him over the top of the book he was reading amused.

"About an hour," Peter shrugged.

"Why didn't you just come up?" Stiles frowned walking over to the other man. "Are you ok?"

"I am, but you aren't, you're sad," Peter said.

"What?" Stiles blamed his mind being slow due to the early morning for missing Peter moving. One minute he was standing close to the werewolf, the next he had moved, grabbing Stiles by the wrist and tugged him onto his knee, before throwing the blanket that Stiles had not noticed over the two of them.

It was Stiles favourite blanket.

"You're sad, I sensed it through the Pack bond," Peter said softly as he tucked the blanket around them. Stiles was sitting sideways on his knee, and though he briefly thought about moving, the warmth and comfort of Peter's body, along with the comforting smell of Peter, the smell of his aftershave and the undertone of him, purely Peter that even though Stiles wasn't a werewolf was comforting.

"What are you thinking so deeply about?" Peter brushed his fingers over Stiles' forehead bringing him back to the present.

"I was wondering how much better it would be to be able to smell your scent when you bite me," Stiles sighed burying his nose into Peter's neck and scented him. Peter's hands tightened around him, a low grumble forming in his chest.

"You drive me mad saying things like that Stiles,"

"Because you aren't sure that it will happen?" Stiles frowned shuffling closer.

"Oh, it will happen, between the two of us, whatever we want will always be in our grasp. Because it drives me mad and makes me want it right now, and not waiting until the right Alpha happens along. I can't wait to see you as a wolf Stiles, you will be….perfect,"

"I am not very perfect," Stiles sighed. "I never have been,"

"Perfect is different to everyone's eyes, what is perfection to someone else's eyes and heart are imperfection to mine," Peter hummed. "To me, you are perfect, in your viciousness and your care,"

"Peter," Stiles sighed, humming as he brought his legs up onto the chair and tucked the blanket around himself, making himself more comfortable, clearly for the long run.

"What has made you sad?" Peter asked. His tone soft and dangerous at the same time, like he would comfort Stiles while ripping the throat out of whatever hurt him.

"Just…" Stiles paused not sure whether Peter would want to hear this.

"Stiles," Peter growled lowly in warning making Stiles laugh softly into his chest, curling a little closer into him. Only Peter would threaten him into sharing his feelings because he was worried.

"I just get sad sometimes about Scott and what happened between us. I wish sometimes that our friendship was still the same. I miss the friendship that we had, but I wouldn't wish for anything to change what I have now. I guess part of me just..I wish he could realise what he has let go, part of me still wants him to see me and realise what I did for him," Stiles sighed. "Does that make me selfish?"

"You're really asking me to make a judgement on that?" Peter snorted but he tugged Stiles closer and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't think that that is selfish, I think that that is human. You have done so much for him, and he has just tossed you away without a care or acknowledgement for how much you have been through for him, and how much support you have given him. He would not be Alpha without you, he would not probably still be alive without you,"

"I'm just feeling a little sorry for myself. You being here makes it better," Stiles sighed.

"Good, I did not want to intrude but I could sense your sadness,"

"I am still getting used to fully functioning Pack bonds, I didn't mean to broadcast it," Stiles yawned.

"I wanted to know, I wanted to be here," Peter assured him, tilting Stiles' head back to brush their lips together.

It was still so new for them, still such new and unexplored territory, Stiles' heartbeat went through the roof every time that their lips brushed, and he wanted nothing more than to press closer to the heat and comfort of Peter. And he was allowed to now.

Peter hummed happily as Stiles pressed into the kiss, bunching his shirt in his hands as they lazily explored each other's mouths, enjoying learning what the other liked, kissing what was hopefully the first of many many kisses.

"What are your plans for today?" Peter asked a little while later as they just snuggled together.

"I was thinking of just watching a few films...are...will you stay?" Stiles asked. He looked at Peter with those big, amber eyes hopefully, and Peter thanked his lucky stars that he did not realise just how much power he had over Peter, and how much he would do for the human if he looked at him like that.

"I was hoping to spend a little time with you, it is nice to have you to myself for a little while," Peter tugged him back down and handed him the remote to the TV.

"You're giving me the choice of what we watch?" Stiles laughed.

"I have learnt to pick my battles," Peter snorted.

"This smells amazing," Stiles sighed as Peter help our the pasta dish to him.

"It is only a simple pasta," Peter shook his head.

"I don't often get people cooking for me," Stiles shrugged taking to bowl.

"Then I will learn," Peter nodded sitting down against the arm of the sofa and tugged Stiles between his legs again. They had migrated over to the sofa and gotten comfortable there during the day.

"Learn?" Stiles asked around a mouthful of pasta.

"I am not the best cook, but for you, I will learn, if it is something that you enjoy,"

"Peter...you're going to have my undying loyalty if you carry on like this, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer with me and talking like that," Stiles laughed weakly.

"That's the plan Mamma, and with you by my side, I can take over the world," Peter said and then gave a mock 'evil' dramatic laugh. Stiles blinked at him for a second before he burst out laughing, that last lingering sadness fading.

How could he wish for something that was never there when he had this in front of him, Peter Hale with his shoes off, lying on his sofa snuggling him and acting silly to make him laugh? This was the real Peter, the one who could be fun and silly, relaxed and not worried about being hurt.

This was the Peter that Stiles was gifted with, the Peter he was allowed to see because Peter trusted him and cared for him, maybe even was coming to love him. Why would he want a relationship that he had never been appreciated when he could have this. Peter who wanted to learn to cook because it would make Stiles happy.

"The world it is then Mr Wolf," Stiles brushed their lips together before snuggling against Peter contently to carry on watching the TV.

"Peter, Stiles," The Sheriff yawned as he walked in and found them still on the sofa watching Buffy.

"Noah," Peter nodded, only then did Noah realise that Stiles was fast asleep.

"Is he ok?" Noah asked softly, noting the way Stiles was drooling lightly onto Peter's shoulder and their legs were tangled together on the sofa.

"Mmm Scott," Peter explained quietly so as not to wake Stiles.

"I hoped the kid would grow out of it," Noah shook his head as he dropped onto the chair Peter and Stiles had been curled up in that morning.

"He's always been like that?" Peter frowned hugging Stiles a little closer.

"He took a lot from Stiles and never gave much back, but Stiles loved him and I thought and hoped that as they grew up and matured Scott would change. Sadly that did not happen," Noah shook his head again before clearly moving his thoughts on. "Are you all ready for the Full Moon?"

"I think so, you are ok with Stiles being there?" Peter asked curiously.

"Stiles explained that Liam needs Pack around him, especially with Stiles being his anchor. Plus I have seen the way that puppy looks at Stiles, he won't hurt him, and I trust that you will always protect Stiles,"

Peter stared at him for a moment taking in the fact that his heart hadn't even minorly stuttered on a lie.

"Are you going to stay the night Peter?" Noah asked softly and smiled when Peter looked at him wide-eyed.

"I am catching up enough on this world to know that the Full Moon makes Pack want to be closer, I imagine with what is going on between you and him you will want to be close to him especially," Noah stood with a groan.

"I do," Peter nodded hugging Stiles a little closer.

"Stiles is of age, and I trust you to respect me enough not to do anything under my roof. Peter, you are more than welcome to stay here, with him, not just on the Full moon. And he with you, it is going to happen I would rather not make it a big secret,"

"I can stay with him?" Peter asked a little stunned.

"Yup, think of it as payment for you carrying him up to bed," Noah said as he started up the stairs himself. "He flails by the way,"

Peter grimaced a just dodged his head back out of the way of a flailing hand while trying to keep hold of Stiles as he said with the young teen in his arms.

The whole way up the stairs consisted of him just about managing to dodge his flailing Stiles, only just holding onto him and stopping him from throwing himself out of his arms.

He glared at the connecting wall between Stiles and Noah's bedroom where he could hear the older man chuckling away amused, but finally, he managed to drop Stiles onto his bed with a groan of relief. Without his werewolf reflexes, he was sure that he would never have been able to make that trip.

He managed to strip Stiles down to his underwear and t-shirt without losing an eye, miraculously, before much more quickly stripping himself down to the same state. However. When it came to actually getting into the bed he hesitated, he did not want to get into the bed and share his first night with Stiles without Stiles being aware and consenting.

"You have stripped me, I got a very sexy, if too fast, strip show, and now you're hesitating just because I haven't said you can sleep with me. Get into bed marshmallow wolf," Stiles muttered sleepily, cracking open one eye so Peter could see the flash of amused amber.

When Peter hesitated a second long Stiles smiled softly and held his hand out to him, his hand open in welcome. He closed his hand around Stiles' and allowed himself to be drawn into the bed, wrapping himself around the delicate and vulnerable human who was the most fierce and fearless of them all.

He pressed his lips to Stiles and received a sleepy kiss in return, he was warm and loose in his arms and he snuggled closer to get comfortable tangled around Peter, humming contently as the werewolf pulled the covers around them and settled down himself.

"I'm glad you're here," Stiles muttered sleepily.

"I'm not going anywhere else for a long time if I can help it," Peter sighed burying his nose into that long pale neck and breathed in the scent of Stiles. It was one of the first nights since waking from his coma, and then his death that he had managed to go to sleep quickly and peacefully.

"You look as though you are going to throw up," Stiles said amused to Liam.

"This hasn't gone very well the last few times," Liam huffed.

"Peter wasn't with us the last few times," Stiles shrugged.

"What about me?" Peter asked jogging to a stop in the clearing he had directed them to on the preserve. "Why do you look as though you're going to throw up?"

"Because I am scared!" Liam snapped.

"Do not lose your temper at me, Liam!" Peter bared his teeth and growled lowly until Liam lowered his eyes.

He shot Stiles a look when the human went to say something, clearly not happy with how Liam was being spoken to. Thankfully Stiles backed down and waited to see what Peter was doing.

Trusting him.

"Do not allow your nerves to undo all the hard work that you have put in over the last few weeks Pup," Peter cupped the back of Liam's head. "You have done so well, but if you allow your nerves to get the better of you your control will slip, we have talked about this,"

Liam leaned into the comforting strength of Peter's hand and sucked in a deep breath. "Focus on my senses, my Pack bonds and Stiles and not on my worry for my control," Liam said between deep breaths, the words clearly practised over and over.

"Hey Pup look at me," Peter crouched down interrupting Liam's desperate mutterings, even Stiles could tell his heart was still thundering. Liam raised his head, his eyes flickering between his human blue and beta golden. "Do you really think that I would allow Stiles anywhere near here if I was not 200% sure that your control was in place?"

"Hey, you couldn't have stopped me," Stiles protested.

"He would have been chained in a cupboard somewhere and guarded by the best goons money could buy to make sure he doesn't perform one of his escape attempts," Peter smirked at Liam who managed to laugh weakly but honestly.

"You're getting your butt kicked for that one later," Stiles muttered lowly.

"We know you can do it, I trust you to keep control," Peter ruffled Liam's hair before standing and throwing out a blanket.

"Are we having a midnight picnic dear?" Stiles asked sarcastically, clearly still not happy.

Peter grabbed Stiles and yanked him forward into a harsh and bruising kiss that spoke of how the moon was bringing the Wolf closer to the surface. He let out a low growl when Stiles went limp under him though kissed back just as intently. "Your safety is something that I will never negotiate on," he cut off what was going to be biting words going by the flare in Stiles' eyes with another kiss before pulling away to finish, "but I am well aware that you need very little protection,"

"Wow, you weren't kidding about the picnic," Liam called from over their shoulder and they turned to see him digging through the basket that Peter had also brought with him, clearly he had had no desire to sit and watch them snog.

"Wow that smells amazing," Stiles sniffed the air.

"It is from the Mediterranean restaurant in town. I will take you both there sometime before the next moon," Peter shrugged leading Stiles over to sit on the blanket.

"We're not going to be running around howling at the moon then?" Stiles teased.

"I am not a child," Peter shot him a dirty look. "Though if you fancied dancing naked under the moon I would…"

He drew off and turned to look darkly at Liam as Stiles fell onto his side laughing. The pup was sitting there looking as innocent as possible as he chewed on the other half of the bread roll that he had thrown at Peter with impressive accuracy.

"Don't objectify my Mamma," Liam said, managing to make Stiles fall around into more laughter when he had just nearly calmed himself down.

"I'll be telling you exactly what I do to your Mamma if you're not careful," Peter flashed his eyes and teeth at Liam.

"Oh my god no! Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalal," Liam stuck his fingers in his ears and chanted as loudly as he could.

"You're cruel we have done nothing but kiss and snuggle together," Stiles snorted getting comfortable sprawled on his back.

"He doesn't need to know that," Peter smirked leaning down and flattening himself over Stiles and proceeded to kiss him again, much to the squeals and complaints of a laughing Liam.

"I like Full Moon you," Stiles said softly twenty minutes later as he leant back against Peter's chest, the werewolf wrapped tightly around him. Liam was running a few laps around the clearing but still well within Peter's ears to work off some of his nervous energy.

"Hmm?"

"You're more forceful, more you," Stiles leant his head back on Peter's broad, muscled shoulder, his neck revealed to the werewolf's eyes, and quickly to his teeth, who could resist an offering like that?

"You want me to be more forceful?" Peter huffed against his skin.

"I like it, I want you to be my Alpha, I really like tender, sweet you, but forceful you is also really good,"

"Your wish, my command," Peter growled before sinking his teeth into the skin of Stiles' neck, just breaking the skin and sure to leave a mark and impressive bruise for weeks to come.

"I can hear you guys you know!" Liam complained over Stiles' groan of pleasure as he completed another lap around the clearing.

"I will pay for your counselling," Peter said uncaringly.

They were just on their way back into town when Peter's phone went off. It was two in the morning, and the worst of the moon was over.

The three of them shared a look. This wasn't going to be good.

"Hello?" Peter said into his phone before his forehead scrunched. "Wait what…"

"Peter…" Stiles said concernedly next to him, trying to focus on keeping the jeep on the road, though his foot was resting heavier on the peddle.

"Yes, I am with Stiles and Liam...It is Ethan," Peter said to Stiles, resting his free hand on his thigh reassuringly.

"Why is Ethan calling you?" Liam asked.

"I will find out if you give me a chance," Peter snorted amused.

"Sorry," Liam grinned sheepishly but leant forward anyway.

"Wait what...and why exactly are you calling me about that, why aren't you calling Scott?" Peter asked dryly. Whatever was said made Peter and Liam both growl angrily.

"Where am I going?" Stiles asked Peter softly. The older Wolf listened for a second before turning to Stiles.

"Head towards the warehouse part of town,"

"Of course something has gone down there, large, creepy and empty, where else would it be, couldn't be the towns gardens or something," Stiles rolled his eyes.

"I think that they would be pretty creepy in the middle of the night as well Stiles," Liam leant between the two front seats thoughtfully.

"That is...very true actually. What is going on?" Stiles asked Liam as he partially listened to Peter assuring Ethan that they were on their way.

"Aiden has been hurt by Wolves, they tracked the two of them down while they were with Kira and Lydia. They led them away from the two of them so that they didn't get hurt, but they are badly hurt themselves, though Aiden seems to be the worse of the two of them because he was protecting Ethan,"

"Who were the Wolves?" Stiles asked and watched Liam tilt his head slightly to hear the answer.

"Wolves from a Pack that the Alpha Pack attacked in the past. Though Ethan says that they weren't even part of the Alpha Pack during that attack. They wanted to take it out on the two of them, but didn't want to take on Deaton because he's still an Alpha…..They managed to kill most of them before they could kill them,"

"Ok, and Scott?" Stiles sighed as Peter and Liam growled again. He had a sneaky suspicion that he was not going to like this.

"They called him for help, they were wondering why none of the Pack had shown up to help them after they left Kira and Lydia, they tried to hold off killing anyone until Scott arrived hoping he would be able to Alpha them away, but no one showed and they had to fight for their lives. Scott told them that he wasn't coming, it was their problem, and when they told him they had had to kill some of the Wolves and that they were injured he told them they were disgusting murderers and that they had proven that they couldn't change," Liam growled.

"It was fucking self-defence!" Stiles growled right back before putting his foot down even more as they hit the warehouse area.

"There!" Peter pointed and Stiles quickly followed his instructions until they pulled up beside Ethan sitting on the floor with Aiden sprawled over his lap, looking unconscious.

The three of them scrambled from the jeep, well Stiles scrambled the other two leapt with all the majestic bloody glory that werewolf powers allowed to the floor and straight to the two injured wolves.

"How bad is it?" Stiles asked Ethan seriously.

"Not good," Ethan managed to grin weakly.

"Ok, Liam and I will get you two into the Jeep, Stiles can you start on the bodies?" Peter asked as he checked over Aiden.

"Got it," Stiles nodded and hurried over to the first body as he pulled on the gloves he had grabbed from the jeep.

"The bodies?" Ethan asked confused, clearly fighting down his wolf when Liam and Peter lifted Aiden from the floor and the twin let out a soft, pained whine.

"Can't leave things like this, need to make it look good. I'm thinking gang fight would be good, and we can give dad and Parrish the description of the others that got away, they can track them down and arrest them for these murders and you will be safe," Stiles nodded before grabbing the arm of one of the attacking Wolves and started dragging him into place.

"Wha…" Ethan looked at Peter confused as he came back for him, Aiden safely in the back of the jeep on the tarp Liam had laid out for Stiles.

"Not going to save your tails only for you to be arrested for murder. Come on up you go," Peter and Liam gripped Ethan under each arm and lifted him to his feet, the whine he let out sounding no less pained than Aiden's.

"But...I thought…"

"Try not to think, you will just hurt yourself," Peter rolled his eyes as they managed to get Ethan into the back of the Jeep.

"Hey…" The younger twin protested weakly.

"Right, in the Jeep Pup, I'm going to help Stiles,"

"I can help," Liam said but it was shaky and uncertain.

"I know you could if we needed you to, but this isn't something that you are comfortable doing, so I don't want you to do it. Stiles and I will be done in no time, so in the Jeep," Peter scented him gently before nudging him towards the vehicle, turning to go and help Stiles.

Liam climbed into the front of Jeep considering there was no space in the back and started when he found two pairs of bright blue eyes watching him.

"You're Pack," Ethan said confused.

"Yes, we are," Liam nodded.

"I didn't know that there was another Pack being set up," Aiden grunted.

"I think it happened accidentally really, Stiles was helping me with my Wolf but needed a little more help, he went to Peter, and suddenly we started a Pack," Liam shrugged trying to be careful what he gave away.

"So...who is the Alpha?" Ethan frowned.

"Peter, it will just be official when he can get a spark," Liam shrugged.

"You do realise that that means he needs to kill someone right?" Ethan said a little patronisingly.

"I'm not stupid, I know that. We have agreed that it will be a bad Alpha, someone like…." Liam drew off and looked away.

"Someone like us?" Aiden hissed.

"Actually Stiles said someone like your Alpha," Liam turned to glare at them.

"What…." Aiden frowned a little.

"That was what we agreed to," Liam shrugged.

"Ok, all done, off we go," Stiles said cheerfully getting into the Jeep. Liam jumped when Peter opened the door to the passenger side, glaring at him when he started chuckling, and then more when Peter just shoved himself into the seat, tugging Liam onto his lap to fit in.

"You realise that I am not a teddy bear?!" Liam growled annoyed.

"No, but you are a cuddly Puppy," Peter smirked before aggressively scenting Liam causing the Teen to thrash slightly in his hold.

"Stiles tell him!" Liam complained trying to fight off the older, stronger wolf and failing.

"Peter,"

"Yes, dear,"

"Don't be so rough with him!" Stiles said sharply. "He has had a long night,"

"Oh fine," Peter stopped for a second and then started scenting Liam again, just a little less aggressively.

"Stiles!"

"He's just scenting you," Stiles said firmly. And that ended all arguments to the Twins wide-eyed shock.

"You tricked us!" Ethan growled as they turned into Stiles' driveway and the door was opened to show the Sheriff and Parrish waiting for them.

"If you think I disturbed a crime scene and lugged around bodies only to drive you to my dad you are a few sandwiches short of a picnic," Stiles snorted pulling the Jeep to a stop and climbing out.

"They're Pack, and they're here to help you, so be polite!" Peter growled as he and Liam both flashed wolf eyes at them before getting out themselves.

Between the five of them, they managed to get the twins into the house and onto the well-covered sofa so that Peter could check them over carefully.

"What is the conclusion Doctor?" Stiles asked Peter.

"Keep your kinks to yourself son," The Sheriff snorted.

"Dad!" Stiles protested loudly. "You have just ruined that potential kink for me!"

"And traumatised me," Liam muttered holding a bandage in place on Aiden's stomach for Peter.

"And don't say things like that in front of Parrish, every time you do you make him look torn between keeping his job and having to stop you shooting Peter in case it is something that you're actually not happy about," Stiles huffed.

"Don't start fussing over my deputy!" Noah rolled his eyes.

"Too late, I caught him scolding Jordan about the crap that he has been eating since getting to Beacon Hills, and threatening to come to check his fridge and freezer if he did not show up to more Pack meals," Peter said dryly as he finished bandaging Aiden.

"He threatened to send Peter in to drag me out my flat as well," Parrish shrugged when his boss turned to look at him amused.

"I am not that bothered by you attending Pack Meals," Peter said teasingly.

"You are if Stiles is," Parrish smirked.

"True," Peter acknowledged.

"You're all Pack," Ethan stared at them wide-eyed. "Proper Pack,"

"Well yes," Stiles shrugged. "I set up the spare room for them, let's get them up there to rest,"

"Wait what?" Aiden frowned at him.

"You're injured, you need somewhere safe to rest and recover. I know that we're not your Pack, but I am not letting you go out there only just patched up into who knows what, especially not with those Wolves out there. You're staying here. No one would suspect you in the Sheriff's house, and the smell of our Pack is so strong here it will cover up your scent amongst us," Stiles said firmly.

"Plus Mamma Wolf wants to fuss you," Liam snorted as he helped Aiden to his feet.

The twins were thankfully so baffled by the turn of events that they were fairly cooperative getting them up the stairs and into the spare room, carefully laid on the bed, and Stiles actually tugged the blankets up around them before they were left to peace.

Their matching eyes met as they stared at each other in the dark, inhaling the scent of Pack that smothered this house, several of them they thought, though one was weaker than the others, newer and not here as often. But their scents were well mixed and thick throughout the house along with the scent of contentedness, companionship and something that smelled of safety.

"Come on Pup," They heard Peter saying and Liam yelping lightly.

"What are you doing?" Liam squeaked.

"It has been a long night, and you saw those bodies pretty clearly, you're staying with us tonight," Peter said firmly.

"Are we puppy piling?" Stiles asked excitedly.

"It is not called puppy piling," Peter growled.

"We're puppy piling!"

"I am sleeping in my own bed," They heard The Sheriff saying, followed by his footsteps going into his room.

"Jordan! Don't even think about it, you're joining us!"

"I was going to head home, I don't have a uniform here," Jordan said uncertainly, and the twins could hear in his voice that a large part of him wanted to stay here.

"I brought over a spare uniform to keep here just in case," Peter said as he walked into Stiles' bedroom.

"Haha, this is why you're my favourite Marshmallow wolf!" Stiles laughed and he seemed to be dragging both Jordan and Liam into his room.

"Hey!" Liam complained laughingly.

"You're my favourite Pup,"

"Hey, Favouritism!" Jordan protested snickeringly.

"Peter, control your pups," Stiles demanded.

"While are they my pups when they are causing you trouble?" Peter snorted.

"Because that is clearly when they are taking after you…..don't all look at me like that, and I heard that laugh Dad!" Stiles complained.

Sure enough, they could hear the Sheriff chortling from his room.

There was silence for a little while except for the sound of shuffling and the sounds of four bodies getting comfy on a bed.

"Night everyone, sweet dreams," Stiles said softly.

"Sweet dreams," Everyone muttered back.

The Twins lay in silence looking at each other with pain in their eyes. This was a Pack, a Pack that they had imagined and wished that they could have when they were little omegas being treated like crap. This was what they had hoped they were finding and getting with Scott McCall.

It seemed that they had chosen the wrong people to put their hopes of a Pack on, again.