Guardian She-Wolf

The clear board he had stolen from his dad's office not too long ago was displayed in his room, filled with what looked to be random notes and drawings. Stiles knew that the sudden appearance of so many new wolves was anything but normal. There was something extra going on, especially since so many seemed to be alphas. He didn't know if it was because they had heard about the true alpha. According to Derek, Scott was the first in a really long time so it would probably peak their interest. There was a red string connecting Scott and Derek for the moment.

There was also the possibility of the people having heard about the nogitsune. The hunter from a week ago had proved that when he had trained his gun on Stiles. He shuddered at the thought of what would have happened if Derek had not intervened when he had. But for the hunter to have heard about him meant that someone was passing along the information to others outside of their city and it frustrated him to no end.

Then there was the matter of Morgan's reappearance. Why now? He had so many years, so many opportunities to return, but he waited until now. Why? Then there was the matter of the wooden box he had hidden in his room. Stiles had already attempted to pick the lock the night before when he was sure the guy was out, but it proved fruitless. He had trailed his finger, following one of the etched carvings, wondering where he had seen it before.

It wasn't until he drew another line connecting Derek and the hunter that he realized the etching was eerily similar to Derek's tattoo. Then that raised the question, where those two connected? A weird sense of jealousy grew in the pit of his stomach. Derek was his, in a manner of words, and knowing that Morgan had a possible connection with him, irritated the boy. He drew a forced line between Derek and Morgan, feeling his anger rise as he reached his adopted cousin's name and picture.

Yelling, he slammed both his hand and marker on the board. There was so much pent up frustration and aggression he held towards Morgan and deep inside he knew he didn't mean any actual harm to the guy. Stiles just felt so betrayed by the guy for leaving him when he had needed him most. He needed some fresh air before he broke the board. The brunet walked over to the window and jostled around with it for a bit before finally getting the latch unhooked. Pushing the blinds away, he looked and marveled at the twilight sky, bringing in the night.

Crossing his arms on the ledge, he took a deep breath, attempting to stifle his distress. His father was due home within the hour and Stiles thought it best if he wasn't home at all. As he got ready to go back inside, his eyes caught a lone figure. Head tilted slightly and eyes narrowing, he attempted to figure out if he was truly seeing what he thought he was seeing or if it was all an illusion. “Kahlee?”

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At her response, a warm feeling spread through his body. He had thought her dead when the last he had heard of her had been from her father. He still had tiny incision scars at the base of his neck from the man's less than gentle handling of his frail body. To know that she was still alive made him happy, not only for himself but for Peter. She was one of the good wolves and a great ally would it ever come down to it. Peter had spoken highly of her and he had seen most of the things proven to be true.

He thought about inviting her inside his home but with his father due home within the hour it would have to be a short visit. He was still a little peeved off at his father for hiding the arrival of Morgan into their home and had taken to not speaking to the man more so than usual. “Do you wanna come in?” He would need to run downstairs real quick to unlock the door unless she felt like pulling a Derek and using the window.

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A genuine smile graced his features before he muttered a quick, “meet me at the front door.” He closed the window slightly and even pushed his board deep into the back of his closet. That thing was for his eyes only. And with her recent arrival, she probably had no idea about what the hell had happened recently in town, so he would let Peter do the catching up. A quick glance of his room deemed it clean enough before he ran down the stairs, stumbling on the last few steps as he miscounted and almost fell head first. He managed to catch himself at the last minute, happy to not need to visit the hospital room again. There was no way he would be able to explain another sprained wrist to his dad.

He unlocked the two bolts and the actual door before stepping to the side and letting her through. She didn't look any different, yet there was something about the way she was holding herself. “My dad is going to be home in an hour or so and he doesn't know you exist, so if you hear his car, let me know. We might need to sneak you out.” He left out how it hadn't been the first time he had snuck someone out of his home. She didn't really need to know about Derek's and Scott's random check ups.

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