OC Name- Maverick (Wolf) Hale
Fandom- Teen Wolf
Editing Needed- 4/10
(Wolf's P.O.V.)
I grin when my phone rings, showing my brother's contact number. I take a swig of my beer as I pick up the phone.
"How can I help you, my dear older brother?" I say into the phone, knowing that he needs something.
"What if I just wanted to talk to you?" Derek chuckles.
"You only call to talk like that when something bad happens." I shrug. "Laura dying, for example."
"True. But I do have a few questions."
"Fire away." I lean back against my couch, taking another drink.
"Who are you with right now?"
"Nobody. Just me."
"What are you doing?" He asks and I smirk.
"Watching television and enjoying a few beers."
"What?! Wolf, you're 16! How did you even get beer?!" He exclaims and I laugh.
"Chill, Bro. I have my methods."
"Wait, you're drinking? Isn't is like noon there?"
"11, actually. And It's five o'clock somewhere." I mutter.
"Yeah. Here." Derek says and I laugh.
"Next question."
"How soon could you get to Beacon Hills?"
"How long would I be there?"
"A while."
"So you're saying I'd be moving back to the place I vowed I'd never go again?" I ask, not amused.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"3 days, max." I say after a minute of calculations. "I'd need to pack my stuff and get my school to send my credits over."
"Thank you, Wolf." Derek's voice is genuine and I smile.
"You're welcome, Derek. But why do you need me?"
"I'm an alpha now. And I'm building a pack and I want you in it."
"Aw, I get to be your right hand man?" I tease and Derek laughs.
"Yes, Wolf. You get to be my right hand man."
"Perfect. I'll be there soon. I love you, Bro."
"Love you too, Psychopath." He says before quickly hanging up.
"Jackass." I chuckle, putting my phone down and finishing my beer.
-Time Skip-
-A Few Days Later-
(Wolf's P.O.V.)
I groan and stretch as I exit my plane. Time zones between Australia and California are so different and I don't quite appreciate 16 hour plane rides. I walk through the airport, and grin when I catch the familiar scent of my older brother. I follow the scent, and find him standing in a more secluded part of the airport. I walk up to him and he grins when he sees me.
"You've changed a lot, Big Brother." I say.
"You have too, Little Brother." He grins. "You have an accent."
"That happens when you live in Australia for several years." I laugh.
"Don't be smart with me, Boy."
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