Boyd has been living in Beacon Hills for almost half of his life, but it’s still true, or mostly true, when he explains, “I’m from New Orleans.”
Stiles calls the shiver he gets a chill, because to call it
anything else is… well.
There are variant definitions of wrong, but most people would
agree on this one.
It’s always a dance of calculated risks.
It stands to chance your prince charming is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Sometimes you fall for the wolf.
The wolf's teeth are red.
“Why won’t you stop pushing?”
Chris demands, chest almost
flush with his.
“A fatal flaw in my character,” Peter forces out, reveling in the harsh pull of breath past Chris’ grip.
Peter leaves Chris in Sacramento.
It's been a hundred days.
Soon after Deaton begins training him, Stiles starts weaving talismans for the pack.