On the way to their house, Stiles was seething with anger, literally, there were sparks shooting off of him. Allison had to use her magic to make him pull over, "Gem, I need you to calm down." Stiles scoffed, "Allison how can I calm down? My ex-boyfriend just saw me after half a century and all he could do is look at me! It's been half a century since he's tired to dagger me and put me in a coffin along with everybody else, his siblings may forgive but I cannot. Allison, he tried to hurt us, I do not think I can ever forgive him." He took a deep breath and the sparks stopped, his face was turning back to its regular pale color and he looked at Allison. "Let's go home shall we. If we see him again we'll just ignore him." Allison nodded and they drove to their home, not aware of the mess they made in Beacon Hills.
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I'm sorry their all so short but they'll get longer, I swear
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Family- Stiklaus and Kallison(?)
Teen FictionStiles: The skinny defenseless human whose only defense is sarcasm; Allison: The huntress who didn't know about werewolves until she started dating one. The Pack may think that Stiles and Allison are just humans who run with wolves, but in reality...
