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“I am not stealthy.” Allison blinks at him. “Or coordinated,” Stiles adds. “I don’t have a good aim. I can throw a pretty kick ass punch, but that doesn’t mean anything when it comes to werewolves. I usually end up hurting myself.” Allison arches a brow. “What are you asking, Stiles?” “I am asking, you, Katniss, to teach me your mad skills. And maybe your father, too.” Allison’s eyes widen. “You want me to train you to be a hunter?” she asks incredulously, and Stiles is already shaking his head, frantic, no, no, no, and Allison just stares at him.

When Stiles is dragged back to Beacon Hills, he has to face everything he left behind.

Stiles starts heading down a darker path. Derek attempts to reel him back in.

It’s one thing to attract the attention of the alpha pack moving in on Beacon Hills, but when Stiles’ magic reveals he’s not just the resident magic user in town, he realizes there might be more to the Little Red nickname he’s adopted as his own.

He's not weak. So he shows them.

Rating: Explicit