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Years had passed, and it felt like an age since Morgan had seen his estranged ex whom he had Elijah with. Honestly it had been hard on Morgan to be a single father to a rambunctious pup who was prone to temper tantrums. But he was a damn cute one so Morgan forgave his mucky puppy every single time. But regardless he got tired of being the only one in Elijah’s life, and it was high time the toddler had his other father in his life. Sure, Morgan had dated once or twice since. But nothing had been the same since Derek. So naturally he did what any person would do.

Isaac hadn’t stopped shaking since Talia announced the marriage between him and her son, Derek. Nothing was wrong with Derek. He was sweet and caring, the ideal husband. What Isaac was worried about was that he was but a peasant. An orphan that had been taken in by the Hale family when he was a child. He owed them everything for raising him as if he had been their own. Even made sure he was educated and trained with a sword. They even kept him well fed and clothed, giving him everything he had even wanted. Not like he had ever asked for much. It was why when asked by Talia if he would marry her son he said yes. Isaac knew all too well why he had been asked and he did not want to see the man he had looked up to miserable with a woman that would torment him.

What Isaac hadn’t expected was for Derek to  personally ask him to marry him. He thought this was just an arranged marriage to get him out of being married to someone else but for the soon to be duke to get on one knee and hold his hand as he asked, well it was something else. It had the brunette boy actually blushing and he was sure his heart leapt out of his chest.

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The night was a comforting embrace to him, wrapping him up in silence and shadows. While the villagers feared the forest at night more than anything else, Red reveled in it. This was his home, the whole forest was his in a way no villager could understand. 

But there were many things they didnt understand, like the fact that just while a werewolf had attacked their settlement numerous times, there was more than one werewolf out there, actually a whole world that they were too small minded to see. 

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To say that Stiles was tired would make every worker who had just finished a double of every mother with three screaming toddlers blush to their toes. Stiles wasn’t even sure how he was functioning at this point. He hadn’t slept in at least two nights and was relying on Aderall and caffeine to keep him conscious. Every time he closed his eyes, he could feel another nightmare creeping into his vision.

Sometimes, it was the classics. The Nogitsune tearing apart his mind and viciously murdering anyone he ever cared about while making him watch. But recently, a new string of nightmares had infested his brain. Now, often times, he saw Theo, laughing his head off at the chaos he created, he saw Scott turning his back on him because he didn’t believe him when he told the truth, he saw a long, bloodied metal pipe impaling the chest of a mercury-bleeding Donovan. He dreamt of blood on his hands.

He gave a start when Mr. Johnson, his English teacher asked if he was paying attention. “Uh, no, sir. I was not.” Stiles said in a clear voice. A little rumble of laughter erupted in the classroom as the young teacher rolled his eyes. Stiles couldn’t bring himself to care about school anymore. There were freakin’ 100 year old Doctors and a giant beast roaming around killing people. He didn’t need to know the year Edgar Allan Poe was born.

Thankfully, the end of the day bell saved him from the lecture he was sure his English teacher was going to give him. He quickly scooped up his stuff and beelined out the door, just in case. Making his way to his locker, he saw that Scott was already at his. And of course they had to be put right next to each other. Scott caught his eye, forced a very tight smile and turned to walk the other way. Stiles felt his stomach sink, a frustrated sigh escape his nose.

He about threw his books into his locker, grabbing his backpack and tossing it over his arms before making his way outside. It was the weekend and he was determined to eat junk food, visit his dad in the hospital, and not give two shits about any supernatural bullshit in his life.

Then, as he walked through the double doors, he spotted Derek freakin’ Hale’s car idly in the parking lot.