After Scott, who was supposed to be Stiles' best friend starts drifting away after the whole thing with the nogitsune, and then Noah starts ignoring Stiles, then Derek not taking their relationship seriously, he decides to leave Beacon Hills, sendin...
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❝I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars❞ - Stephenie Meyer
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Stiles was silently eating his food, he was also sitting at the kitchen island with Arlo and Otto. The pack is in the living room, talking quietly while they eat. Stiles can't help but feel guilty for not talking to them, but he just can't find his voice right now. He doesn't want to use it as an excuse, but what he went through really fucked him up. Yes the guy didn't go all the way, but it's still disgusting.
With a soft sigh, he spins around in the chair and looks at the pack. To anyone who is confused, his house isn't all that big. The kitchen and living room is sorta connected with the island dividing it, then there's a hallway that leads to a master bedroom and a guest room.
He looks at his pack, before he clears his throat, catching everyone's attention. "So," He starts, his voice a little raspy from the lack of use.
"Ah, he talks." Jackson grins at him. "A little raspy, but he talks." He adds.
Stiles rolls his eyes at his friend, or is it best friend? "Yeah yeah Jax, anyways, I just wanted to apologize for the sudden mood change-"
"Don't even." Lydia quickly responds, her head shaking. "Don't apologize for anything, we're not mad, all you did was not talk, that's fine. It's not like you kicked us out or anything, so stop it." She says sternly, looking at her alpha.
Stiles smiles at her, feeling the familiar ease seep into the atmosphere. "I really missed you guys, you know that right." He says, looking at everyone, then his eyes lands on Liam, the wolf was just pushing his food around his plate, a sadden look on his face. "Liam." He says.
The werewolf snaps his head up at the use of his name.
Stiles smiles at him, he opens his arms. "Come on, I know you want a hug." He grins when Liam hurriedly gets up before rushing towards him and falling into his arms.
Liam was quick to scent mark his alpha, feeling a sense of relief when Stiles hugs him back. Liam might only be two years younger than him and the others, but he can't help but feel like a parent towards the young wolf. It's like he was there for him when his real parents weren't, but it also feels like a sibling relationship too.
Something wet on Stiles' shirt has the male focusing his attention to the pup in his arms. "Liam, hey, what's wrong?" He goes to try and pull him away, but Liam tightens his grip, a whine slipping from his lips.
"N-no, I-I missed you." Liam whines out.
Stiles' heart breaks at the scent of sadness coming off of the youngest pack member. "It's okay, pup, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, we're pack now." He says softly, his hand rubbing Liam's back.
