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The day wore on as everyone filtered out of Stiles house, your mind weary as you waved them off from the door, your body working on autopilot. Yawns escaped your lips as you closed the door, leaning against it as you sighed. The day had been long, your stomach rumbling as you absent mindedly walked to the kitchen. Isaac and Kira still sat at the kitchen table in deep conversation, Kira’s laugh tinkling through the air as you went to find Stiles. Your body felt hollow as you shivered, your skin cold to the touch as you wandered from room to room still unable to find Stiles. “Stiles?” You shouted, your voice weak as your eyelids drooped. “He went out to get some food, said something like there was nothing in the house.” Isaac answered your shout as you descended back down the stairs you didn’t remember climbing. “Did he tell me that?” You asked, wiping over your face with the sleeve of your jumper. “Probably, he told us? You were there, but you’re so out of it we didn’t expect you to remember. That’s why we’re still here!” Kira explained as you took a seat next to them. “You’re seriously keeping an eye on me?” You joked, placing your elbows on the table; your head resting in the palm of your hand as you talked. “Yeah, we didn’t think it would be wise to leave you alone after everything you just heard. When Amelia learned of what we were she freaked out so hard that she ran away-” Isaac started, his mood dropping quickly. “We only just got her back as she was ripped from us again.” He trailed off, his lip caught between his teeth. “Who’s Amelia?” You asked, unsure of the name.  

“We don’t talk about her much, she died because of the Nogitsune. A dark spirit unlocked when the Nemeton was awoken.” Your head spun as Kira went into detail. You couldn’t believe your ears, hearing about Stiles and the nogitsune, the horrors he must have seen as his body was taken over. “But that doesn’t tell me about Amelia?” You whispered, your mind ravaged as images of Stiles took over. Isaac was the one to talk next, his voice pained as he looked at you, his usually sparkling eyes dulled. “She was Allison’s sister. She was helping us even though she was supposed to stay home. Chris didn’t want her anywhere near this, especially after he already lost his wife. He didn’t want to risk her life, or even Allisons.” He cleared his throat, Kira’s hand reaching across the table to squeeze his. “It was a warzone and she got caught in the crossfire, the Oni had us cornered and there she was, not knowing what she was getting into. Stiles had her by the neck and when it happened it was like time stopped. No one in the world could’ve stopped it. Especially not me.” He dipped his head, clearing his throat yet again before shaking his head. “I should’ve saved her. I should’ve been there for her.” You watched as Isaac finally let the tears fall, tears he’d been holding onto for a long time. The three of you fell silent as wind whipped against the windows, the house growing cold. “You loved her, didn’t you?” You stated, more of a fact than a question. He nodded slowly, a small smile playing on his lips as that twinkle returned to his eyes. “I still do.”  

You didn’t talk more of Amelia, instead learning of what Kira truly was. Everything became clearer as you talked, Stiles finally walking through the door, his arms stuffed to the brim with brown paper bags. “Can somebody help me? Please?” You heard him struggle as you walked to him, your limbs feeling heavier with every step. “Here, lemme take this.” You scooped half of the bags in his arms into your own as you made your way to the kitchen, settling them on the side. “Hey Millie, we’re going to get off now, but if you need us we’re only a call away okay?” Kira smiled as she leant against the doorway to the kitchen. “Also, don’t be too hard on Stiles, he wanted to tell you a while ago but we could never find the right time. Sorry it ended up being too late.” You nodded, your fingers wrapping around the cuffs of your sweater. “At least now I know.” You both smiled, her hand flickering a goodbye wave as Isaac gave you a half-hearted smirk. They walked by brushing Stiles’ shoulder as they left. “Thank you for helping you guys.” Stiles sighed, his arms tiring from the bags he carried. “If you hurt her again Stiles, I’ll take personal offence.” Isaacs voice was low, almost threatening as Stiles chuckled. “I have no intention of hurting her ever again.”

You busied yourself unpacking the groceries as Stiles turned the corner, quickly rushing to where you stood. “You don’t have to do this!” He laughed, the sound comforting after the day you’d had. “I wanted to, honestly Stiles in a world this messed up I want to do something normal.” You smiled, the first genuine one you had done all day. “Okay, but don’t mess up where I put my cans. I have a system!” You examined his cupboards, noting the distinct lack of a system as you gave him a knowing look. He smiled at you sheepishly, his brows raised. “What?-” He laughed. “-I never said it was a good system.” Laughter erupted as your body shook, the feeling foreign on your lips. “Well I guess that’s not a lie, so I’ll let you get away with it.” You trailed off, a wave of exhaustion breaking over you as you covered your mouth. “Look I know you must be overwhelmed and hungry, so how about you leave this to me and go sit on the couch? Maybe find something for us to watch?” He pointed towards the living room, eggs in hand as he flailed. “I was actually going to head back to my apartment, you know I need time to think.” You admitted, not meeting his eyes as you talked. “At least eat with me?” He offered as you nodded, your stomach grumbling as you traipsed from the kitchen your feet dragging along the floor. You entered the living room, flopping down onto the couch your body only just hitting the cushions as your eyes shut. I’m just going to close my eyes. You told yourself as the exhaustion hit once more, this time too hard to weather. Maybe ten minutes.  

Something moved beneath your fingers, wriggling free of the tight grip you held on it. “Please don’t do this.” They gasped, air pushing from their lungs as they scrambled away, gravel moving underfoot. “-please.” They begged as you moved slightly, your eyes darting over their bruised face. No words left your mouth as you heard a familiar voice behind you, the one that led you here in the first place. “Millie, you know what to do.” It said demandingly. Your body moved quickly, your limbs flailing out as you slashed at the person before you. They stilled, their eyes meeting yours as they crumpled to the floor. “Millie, don’t hesitate.” As if you didn’t know what you were doing, your hands connected with their neck, pressing firmly as you felt the air push from their lungs once more, a final plea on their lips as they locked eyes with yours.  

You awoke in cold shivers; your body being shook patiently. You jolted upright, panic rising in your chest as Stiles crouched in front of you his amber eyes scanning your face. “Millie? What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice thick with worry as he held your shoulders. You shook your head, glancing around the room, your heartbeat finally slowing as you realised it was just a dream. “It was just a dream, Stiles, It was just a dream.” You wiped at the sweat gathering on your brow as you looked back at him, his eyes softening as he moved to sit next to you. “Millie what was just a dream?” He asked as you smiled, pushing the thought to the back of your mind. “It doesn’t matter.” You faked a smile again, the tips of it not quite meeting your eyes. “It matters. I won’t lie to you if you don’t lie to me.” His eyebrows raised as he ran his thumbs over your bare skin. “I’m not lying Stiles, honestly it’s nothing. You don’t need to worry.” You lied, knowing that you shouldn’t of. Stiles didn’t push any further, instead smiling at you as you settled back into the crook of his arm. “If you’re sure?” He trailed off as you nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m sure, I’m sorry I fell asleep.” You apologised, rubbing your eyes as you did so. “Don’t apologise, I was just making dinner in the kitchen so I didn’t think you needed to be awake for that.” He grinned, standing up as he reached for your hand. “I hope you don’t mind but I made homemade tacos. Scott and I have been making them since we were in college and they are the only thing I can make without it tasting like ass.” He laughed, his free hand rubbing over the back of his neck.  

Since when did Stiles get nervous about anything? You asked yourself as he led you through to the kitchen, shoving a plate into your hands excitedly. “Thanks Stiles, you didn’t need to do this though. I would’ve been happy with anything.” You spoke, his face dropping. “Oh god, you don’t even like Mexican food. I didn’t think. Here-” He took the plate from your fingers as you gawked, unable to interrupt. “- I can make something else.” He spun towards the trash bin in the corner of the room before you stopped him, your words cutting through the air as he stopped in his tracks. “Stiles! God, no I love tacos. Don’t be stupid! I was just meaning you didn’t have to go to all this effort. I would’ve been happy eating Kraft macaroni out of Tupperware.” You joked, his smile finally mirroring your own. “Now that is a speciality dish of mine I’ll have you know. Only the finest of people get it straight out the Tupperware.” He winked as you took the plate from him once again, retreating to the couch once more. “Am I not the finest of people?” You asked as he entered the room, spooning rice into your mouth. “Well of course you are, but I can’t have you falling in love with me because of the way I prepare the macaroni just right.” He chuckled, sitting in the chair as he began to eat. You ate in mostly silence, the both of you lost in thought.  

You finished your food quickly, your body in obvious need of it as you sat back on the couch. “I should really go back to my apartment though Stiles.” You spoke, his eyes cracking open as he relaxed on the chair. “I know. I was just hoping you’d stay here for a while.” He sighed, his head turning to look at you. “I need to know you don’t hate me Mils.” He licked across his lips, sitting upright as you moved too. “I can’t hate you Stiles. No matter how much I’ve tried, I can’t bring myself to do it.” You admitted, his brows shooting up in response. “You’ve tried to hate me?” He gestured at himself, his tone defensive. “Well yeah, you lied to me for months about the true nature of our work. If I cared enough about the money I’d sue.” You joked, his expression softening. “I’m glad you didn’t sue though, and for what it’s worth I’m glad you didn’t leave.” He added, looking up at you through heavy lashes. “I didn’t have it in me to leave.” You nodded, the silence settling around you awkwardly. “Well look, how about I drive you home okay?” He suggested as you nodded, your lips pressed together in a firm line. I don’t want to be alone.  

He stood, stretching out his limbs as his shirt lifted, showing toned muscles underneath as you couldn’t help but glance over him. “Well I guess I’ll go get your stuff together then.” He said despondently, his body relaxing as he sighed, heading out the room. “Stiles?” You called, his head popping back around the door frame. “What’s up?” He asked excitedly, hoping you had changed your mind. “I arrived here naked. I don’t have any stuff here?” You laughed awkwardly as his face fell. “Shit, sorry I forgot. I guess I’ll go get my shoes and stuff, you’re ready to go right?” He asked, his eyes avoiding yours. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Your words were barely louder than a whisper as he disappeared behind the door frame. “I don’t want to be alone though.” You barely mouthed the words, tears pooling in your eyes; threatening to expose how you truly felt. “You don’t have to be alone Mils.” His words surrounded you as he walked up behind you. “How did you even hear me?” You asked, your nose blocking as you sniffed. “When you hang around with werewolves you tend to get really good hearing you know.” He chuckled, pulling you towards him. Something about being close to him calmed you, the tears that were spilling down your cheek stilled as you inhaled his cologne. “You don’t have to go back to your apartment.” He murmured, his invite open as you pulled from him. “I know I don’t have to. But I don’t want to be a burden to you.” you looked at him, your eyes red raw as he cupped your chin.  

“You’re never going to be a burden to me. That’s not fair, I was the one that dragged you into this mess.” He exhaled, his thumb smoothing over the skin of your jaw. “Yeah you are, but I’m not angry anymore Stiles. I’m scared. From what we said earlier, I just know that Peter isn’t going to stop killing until I join his pack. I don’t know what he wants from me, or why he even bit me in the first place-” Stiles shushed over your lips with his own, his teeth clashing against yours as he pulled you closer to him. “You were spiralling.” He breathed as he pulled away, his hand never leaving your face. “I didn’t mean to push you into it or anything and I know it’s not the right time, especially after the day we’ve had-” You silenced him back, your eyes closing as you settled your hands against his chest, your fingers running over the cotton material. You pulled away, watching his eyes open slowly as he breathed deeply. “You were spiralling.” You repeated back to him, his nose grazing against yours. “-and I know you weren’t pushing me, I need the distraction.” As the words left your mouth his lips found yours again, this time a fever overtaking his hesitancy. You both moved together, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you to his lap, your legs hooking over his with ease. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this. This is the last thing we should be doing.” He stammered as you tore at the fabric of his shirt, your bodies dipping as he fell slightly from the couch. “Maybe this is exactly what we both need Stiles.” You argued, pulling scraps of fabric from his chest, your fingers raking over his bare skin. “Maybe.” He smirked, pulling you to the ground. You landed on your back, the wind knocked from your chest as Stiles pulled you upright.  

His hands worked over your chest, grabbing fistfuls of material as he yanked the hoodie from your body. A chill ran down your spine as he pushed you back down, his mouth placing wet hot kisses on your collarbone and down the rest of your chest. A fire ignited at his touch, your body flooding at the merest of touches. His hands smoothed over your waist as you arched your back, his fingers deftly undoing the clasp of your bra with ease. You shivered as cool air washed over you, his body dropping atop yours. Licking over your lips you ran your nails over his mole speckled skin, snaking up to card your fingers through his hair. Lips coasted over bare skin as he moved over your chest, his tongue licking against you as the fire within you grew hotter. “Stiles-” His name fell from your lips in a plea of need, his hips grinding against yours. You fumbled from around his neck, your hands reaching between your bodies as you undid the buttons on your jeans. He glanced at your fingers, his lips caught between his teeth as he groaned.  

The sound was music to your ears, feeding the fire as your movements became more frantic, your heart hammering as you undid his khakis, fingertips grazing the dark hair across his midriff. He pushed away from you, leaning back as he pulled your jeans down your legs, your body arching to make it easier. You watched with lust blown eyes as he slid off his own, his cock already standing to attention regardless of the boxers restrictions. He moved over you once again, balancing on one arm as he tugged himself free of the boxers. You squirmed beneath him, your body on edge as he teased over the edge of your panties, finally dipping beneath of the elastic. He pulled them down your legs enough for you to kick them free from your body, his arms closing over you as he peppered your skin with kisses once more. Your legs hooked around his waist, your arms pulling him closer to you. He groaned as you whispered to him. “Please Stiles. I need this.” He tore himself from you, his palm raised to his mouth as he licked over it, reaching between you to pump his cock in his hand; his head ran over your entrance your body almost singing in response.  

“Are you sure?” He breathed, his head dipping into the crook of your neck his words washing over you as you swallowed thickly. “I need it.” He didn’t say a word as he pressed against you, your hips bucking up to meet his as he cantered forwards, his hips slotting against yours as you both held your breath. Your eyes fluttered shut as he paused letting you adjust. An eternity passed as he held himself there, your body tensing at the feeling of his breath against your ear. You sighed with relief as he began to thrust against you, the worries of the day melting away as you moved in tandem, your legs tightening around his hips as his hand moved down your body. Moans escaped your lips as he thrust, his hips snapping against yours as you lost yourself in the noises he made. Curses filled the air in chorus, his breath catching as he stammered. The fire within you grew hotter, the flames licking at the base of your throat as you held him to you, your fingers drawing welts in his skin. “St-” You choked, his name catching in your throat as you arched from the floor, his fingers grabbing onto your skin as you catapulted from that edge, your orgasm crashing over you. Lights danced behind closed lids as you fell back to the floor Stiles’ grip on your skin loosening slightly as he continued to thrust within you.  

A smile played on your lips as you tensed around him, your body still wanton with need as he stammered again, his own peak nearing. “Stiles-” You whispered as he stopped, his face flushing red as his breathing stilled. He staggered to a standstill, his body falling to yours as he pressed lazy kisses into your skin. He didn’t move for a moment, his breath eventually returning to normal as his heartbeat slowed. Your head rang as he pushed from you, his expression relaxed for the first time in months. Taking your time, you stretched out the kinks from your body, rolling over to look at Stiles. He lay on his back next to you, boxers already slung low on his hips; his arms crossed behind his head. “I don’t want to be alone Stiles. Can I stay with you for a while?” You asked shyly, afraid he would say no, even given the circumstances.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as he turned to look at you, his eyes half closed as he smiled. “I wasn’t going to leave you alone Mils.” He spoke softly, sleep tinging his voice as you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “However, you do need some more clothes and you don’t exactly live in the best neighborhood.” You chuckled as he spoke, lazily getting up from the position you lay in on the floor. “Are you trying to say my apartment sucks Stilinski?” He shook his head, his lips pulled back into a smirk. “I didn’t mean it like that, plus if it means anything to you if it were up to me you’d never have to wear clothes. I just would feel ten times better if you stayed here with me.” He joked as you pulled on your clothes slowly, looking around the room. “How come you got this place anyway. Not many people can buy a home in their twenties because you know, it costs too much.” You furrowed your brow as he snorted, a guttural belly laugh erupting through his lips. “I don’t own it. It was my dad’s place. It’s where I grew up. My dad didn’t need the space when I moved out to college so we made a deal. When the books at the company had more than 15 high profile cases at one time then I would lease the place.” He smiled, watching you as you pulled your hoodie over your head. “So how long have you been here then? Without your dad I mean?” Stiles shrugged, his shoulders jittering harshly against his head. “Since we opened the company.” A sheepish look played across his face as your mouth hung open. “Big shot” you play hit across his chest, his hands reaching out to pull you back against the floor.  

“Yeah well, at least I have here.” He looked around patting the nearby coffee table, a look of nostalgia in his eyes. “It’s gorgeous. But you really need to take care of your garden okay Stiles?” You scolded him, his eyes widening as he gasped. “I’m trying!” He rebuked, as you stood helping him to his feet. “Try harder, there’s like 3 mangled baseball bats out there you know?” You joked as you walked from the living room, your body shivering as you crossed the wooden flooring. “Those are important to me, I won’t have them in the house but they’re important!” He argued, following behind you as he pulled his khakis up his thighs. “You sound like every person they have in hoarders that is being buried with electricity bills from 1975 because they were sooooo important!” Reaching for the coffee pot you laughed, Stiles’ arms reaching around your waist. “You don’t get to disrespect me in my own home and then expect to drink my coffee!” His voice grew higher as you pushed the coffee pot out of reach, turning to him quickly. “You lease it remember?” You winked as you sighed, looking out the window. “I guess you’re right, it’s pretty late and we should get to mine before deciding that coffee is a good idea.” He nodded, his expression mirroring your own. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine Millie.” You pressed your lips together, his body uncrowding from your own. “You think I could go get a shirt first? You seem to have destroyed my last one.” He laughed as you nodded, watching him as he ran from the kitchen, the distant noise of his footsteps on the stairs.  

He returned within moments, a maroon hoodie slung over his shoulders as he searched a bowl for his keys. “What do you even drive? I don’t think I’ve seen you drive to the office?” You asked, intrigue on your tongue as you thought of what he could drive. He is the CEO of a major company. “You’re going to guess completely wrong. Any way no need to guess, it’s time to go.” He produced keys from seemingly nowhere, his eyes sparkling as he walked to the door, pulling it open feverishly. “I never get to drive anymore, knowing I don’t live far from the office makes it pointless.” He spoke with excitement in his voice, pulling you towards the garage. “That’s why I don’t bother driving to work, my car’s just gathering du-” You cut off mid sentence as Stiles opened the garage, his smile widening as the door opened. A pale blue jeep sat in wait, it’s headlights cracked as dents and scratches coated the exterior. “A jeep? A pretty old jeep?” Your voice was tinged with confusion as Stiles twiddled the keys in his fingers. “Yeah, it was my mom’s. She passed when I was 10, she bought it when she first married my pops. She always wanted me to have it.” You gave him a small smile, heading in to the garage. “Sorry Stiles I had no idea. But now you have something of her and your dad” You trailed off as he looked over the car affectionately.  

“It’s okay, she was suffering for a long time. Fronto-temporal dementia we knew it was coming but it didn’t make it hurt any less.” He licked over his palm, wiping away a scratch on the bonnet. “I can’t even imagine to know what you’ve been through Stiles.” You cast your mind back to what Kira had said to you at the dining table. “He blames himself for Amelia’s death you know. Even though we told him it wasn’t him he wouldn’t accept it.” Looking over at him now you saw the pain behind his eyes, meticulously covered with humour as he caught you staring at him. “It’s okay Mils, don’t worry about it. We going to do this thing?” He grinned, that pain almost completely disguised as he pulled open his door. “Sure, thing Stilinski.” You smiled, pulling at your door even though it was thoroughly wedged in the door frame. “You got to put in a bit more elbow grease you know? Thought you’d have no problems, especially with your new abilities.” He winked as your heart sank. You’d almost completely forgotten about that, but the merest mention of it had your stomach in knots again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up.” He apologised, his fingers smoothing over your own as you ducked into the car, pulling your feet up beneath you. “Don’t worry about it.” You nodded, staring out the window as he started the engine.  

You drove for maybe a minute before a question burned a hole through your mind. “Stiles?” He turned to you slightly, his eyes never leaving the road. “Shoot?” You thought over the words carefully as you drove through the darkening city, the sky cycling through all the colours of a rainbow. “Why haven’t you repaired the jeep?” You asked, noting the duct tape roll by your feet and the tattered upholstery of the seats. “You’re going to think I’m weird.” He started as you cocked your head towards him. “Okay, you’re going to think I’m weirder than you already think I am.” You nodded agreeing with him as he cleared his throat. “My mom and dad didn’t have a lot of money when I was younger. My dad was just a beat cop you know? It’s why Scott and I are so close, I used to go for dinner at his house when my parents were working double shifts. But in our house when something broke, we had to make do without or fix it ourselves. I don’t want to throw a lot of money at someone for something that I can fix myself. I’ll make do.” Your throat closed as he spoke, his voice soft as he looked over at you quickly. “I don’t think you’re weird.” You spoke finally, the words hitching in your throat as he smiled. “Are you sure about that? Cause your hurting Roscoe’s feelings by referring to him as the Jeep.” The corners of his lips curved upwards, his eyes crinkling in the dimming lights you sped by. “His name is Roscoe.” He stated as if it was a fact, your laughter filling the car.  

“Roscoe?” You spluttered as Stiles nodded. “Scott used to have this dog Roxy and when he first got her he already had a name in mind. It wasn’t until we found out that she was a girl that she was called Roscoe. It made him want to be a vet so he didn’t get his heart set on a name. He was so down that he’d never have a Roscoe so I told him when I had a baby of my own, in some way it’d be called Roscoe. Hence the name.” You smiled at him, tears forming in your eyes. “You’d do anything for your friends wouldn’t you Stiles?” You spoke as he nodded. “They were there for me when no one else remembered who I was, not even my own father. They pulled me out of the darkness when I couldn’t find it within myself to pull out of it alone. They’re not my friends, they’re more like family.” He trailed off as you whispered. “They’re your pack aren’t they?” He nodded again, the jeep swerving around the corner as you recognised the buildings around you. “Yeah, they’re my pack. I may not be a werewolf or anything for that matter but when I’m with them they make me feel like I’m enough.” He looked melancholic, pulling into an open space in front of your apartment complex. “Stiles you’re always enough. Now I’m going to grab some stuff and check that I haven’t been broken into.” Your hand hovered over the handle, your head whipping back around to look at him. “How about you go get us some coffee from that place down the street and I’ll meet you out front?” He nodded as you climbed out the car, slamming it closed as he pulled off.

Heading inside you glanced around, suddenly forgetting you didn’t have keys or a phone. Sighing you walked up the stairs, praying that your keys were still hidden well behind a potted plant in the corner of your hallway. Making your way over to it you heard something move behind you, your heart spiking as your neighbor walked up the stairs. You waved nervously, their eyes not meeting yours as they continued up the stairs leaving you on your own. You glanced around, making sure you saw no one around as you lifted the faux plant reaching underneath for your apartment key. Your fingers slipped over the cool metal as you clutched it, pulling it close to your chest as you crouched, dropping the plant back into position. You stood again, making your way over to your door as you slid the key into the lock; your body sighing in relief as it clicked open to reveal your apartment in pure darkness. Something glinted out of the corner of your eye, too fast to see properly as you felt something collide with the side of your head. Everything blurred as you hit the floor, your limbs going slack as your eyes drifted shut.  

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“Wake up.” You were shaken awake again, streetlights zipping by a car window as you groggily opened your eyes. What the fuck? You thought to yourself as you struggled to move, your body numb from the neck down. “It’s about time you woke up.” You heard her voice say as you looked out the window, your body unable to move as you saw a sign for Beacon Hills. “What’s going on?” You slurred, your tongue heavy as you sat in your daze. “You heard a lot yesterday Millie.” You recognised the voice but your head spun pain ebbing somewhere deep in your skull. “But you never learned of the Kanima, so here’s a brief history.” The voice spoke again a rustling accompanying it. “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude not to look at someone as they’re talking to you?” You felt hands on your face, sharp nails digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks. They pulled your head to the side, your head spinning as you focused on the face in front of you. Your brow furrowed in confusion, her face becoming clear as she drove the car. “Malia?” You questioned as she continued to drive, her expression stony as she focused on the road. “Are you really surprised Millie?” She asked, not giving you time to reply as she continued on.  

“Anyway, where was I before you rudely interrupted? Oh yeah, you never learned of a Kanima did you Millie?” She asked, her face curling into a smile as you wracked your mind for the word. “No, I didn’t.” You spat with all the venom you could muster. “Kanima’s are tricky, they secrete this stuff that can paralyse a person.” You glanced down at your body, your eyes straining to see if you were restricted by bonds or by something else. When you caught no glimpse of ropes of any sort you sighed, knowing what had been done. “How did you get the venom Malia?” You asked, your heart slamming in your chest as you struggled to control the bile rising in your throat. “I know of a few, they’re hard to find though, sometimes you happen upon one on accident. Sometimes some gentle coercion needs to happen but surely enough I have a way. Don’t stop me again Millie. In large doses Kanima venom has been known to be lethal.” She smiled again, her words a threat. Your eyes narrowing in response. Every cell in your body screamed as you tried to move, the sheer effort of it exhausting. “Interestingly enough Kanima’s can be affected by their own venom, especially if they don’t know they are one.” She breezed the words as you growled, your voice filling the small car. “Malia, I don’t care. What do you want from me? If this is payback for earlier then fine. Whatever, I’m not sorry. If this is just your sick way of telling me to stay away from Stiles then it isn’t going to happen.” You screamed, your voice hoarse as she laughed, stopping the car as she slammed on the brakes. Your body hurtled forwards, colliding with the seat in front of you.  “Oh you think this is about Stiles? Oh honey no. This is about Peter.” Your eyes struggled to focus as she leaned closer to you, her eyes turning blue as she spoke.

                              “He wants his Kanima back.”

Sunlight pierced your eyes as you awoke, your body covered in a cold sweat, your heart racing. You covered your eyes quickly, the sunlight making your eyes water even though you had yet to open them. Your fingers were warm on your freezing skin as you pulled the sheets up over your cold body, sinking into the soft fabric as you rolled over. You half expected to feel Stiles beside you, but the distinct smell of coffee wafted upstairs as you heard him pace the floorboards in the kitchen. You lay in his bed for a moment, your eyes cracking open as you stared at the ceiling, your eyes following every crack as you adjusted to the light, the blinds barely keeping any of it at bay. You sighed as you rolled over, the bed cold where Stiles would have been as you traced over the sheets, your fingers rolling over peaks in the mattress as your mind raced. You knew Stiles was keeping something from you, but you didn’t know how much he knew. There was that book, the book that led you to the woods weeks ago. It was all a blur and now you had no idea where you stood. You needed answers to questions Stiles had made you think of. What did he mean by he’s the reason I’m not human? You thought to yourself as you sat up, your bones cracking as you stretched out your burning muscles. What does the bestiary have to do with anything? You smacked your lips as you stood, your eyes falling over the decorations in Stiles’ room. Who the fuck was Peter Hale? You shook your head as you walked forwards, your muscles tense as you ran your fingers over the sideboard, your lips pursed as you looked at pictures of a younger Stiles, a goofy smile on his face as he sat between Scott and Lydia.  

Your lips curled into a frown as you caught sight of Malia, her lips pulled back over her teeth in a smile, something not quite right with the ferocity of her smile. You pulled away, tugging at the material of Stiles’ old lacrosse jersey. Walking to the bathroom, you passed by the mirror your body shuddering as you remembered your reflection, your usually brown eyes glowing almost fluorescent blue. You paused examining your eyes, pulling at the lid only to see your normal brown staring back at you. Nothing was adding up and it was leaving you dizzy, feeling like you were part of this big conspiracy that even you weren’t to know about. You pulled back, letting your hair loose from its messy bun. You combed through it with your fingers, the curls fighting against your fingertips as you heard Stiles sigh downstairs. You busied yourself, not ready yet to face him and hopefully learn about what the hell was going on. What felt like an age later you left the bathroom, your stomach filled with dread as you walked out of his room, lingering at the top step. Something stopped you going down the stairs as you picked up Stiles whispering, his voice clear as day. “- it’s not that easy Malia, I can’t just straight up tell her about this. What if she passes out like she did last night?” He sounded stressed as you could almost imagine him pacing the kitchen. He went silent as you heard Malia speak, her voice booming as it echoed against the walls.  

“You have to be straight with her. You were with me?!” She whined as Stiles sighed, placing something on the side. “You already knew. You just found everything else out after a while.” Your heart raced as you heard someone cough, the noise too gruff to be Stiles. “Yes Derek, do you have something useful to add? Or are you just going to say Malia’s, right?” Stiles sassed as you sat on the top step. “I was just going to say we have an audience. She’s awake.” He responded, his voice deadpan as you clambered to your feet. How did he hear you? Your brow furrowed as you scurried back to Stiles’ room, hoping you weren’t slamming your feet as you climbed between the sheets. You lay your head on the pillow, your body curling up as you buried yourself in the duvet, pulling it over your head as the door creaked open behind you. You stilled, your breath catching in your throat as you felt Stiles sit on the end of the bed, his hands reaching over to touch you. You groaned, knowing he was going to want to talk to you. “Millie? Are you awake?” You heard him ask softly, his hands shaking you out of the duvet, your eyes glaring at him. “I am now.” You responded, sitting up in the sheets, your eyes connecting with his. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry.” He looked downcast as he fiddled with his thumbs. “I’m fucking with you Stiles, I’ve been awake for a little while. I didn’t come downstairs cause I heard voices and I didn’t want to interrupt.” You bent the truth a little as he smiled. “You were hiding up here cause of a few people?” he chuckled as you looked at him.  

“I heard Malia and Derek and I'm pretty sure if I came downstairs in the equivalent of my fucking birthday suit they’d put two and two together? You know seeing as though we’re fucking private investigators?!” You whisper shouted at him, your voice getting hysterical as he sat there with a smug smile on his face. “What?!” you asked as he gave you a knowing look. “Let it click, we’re all private investigators and we weren’t exactly sneaking around-” He trailed off as you sat there stunned at your own stupidity. “Everyone knows.” You dead panned. “Yeah, everyone’s known for a while. We weren’t as subtle as we thought we were.” He chuckled, his lips curling into a smirk. “Are you two going to come downstairs? Some of us need more coffee!” You heard Derek shout, your ears ringing at the sudden noise. “SHUT UP DEREK.” You shouted back, your arms crossed over your chest. “I’m not going downstairs until I’m dressed properly.” You looked around the room deftly, remembering that you had nothing here. “Fuck, Stiles?” You looked at him with a pleading look as he reached into his drawers, reaching for a shirt and a pair of loose shorts. “It’s the best we got until Lydia comes.” You glared at him, shoving the t-shirt over your head as you pulled on the shorts. You shivered at the cold fabric, quickly wrapping your arms over your chest. “My guesses are Lydia knows as well?” You rolled your eyes as he pulled you from his bedroom towards the stairs. “Well she does have the office next to yours and you’re not exactly quiet.” He winked, his tongue sliding over his lips as he smirked.  

“I think I'm quiet enough! Not like I wail like a banshee or anything?” You responded grumpily, a chill settling into your bones as you walked down the stairs, your feet slapping against the wooden floorboards. Stiles chuckled under his breath. “Lydia’s going to love that.” You continued down the steps, your mood becoming more fearful with every step. “She has arisen from her grave!” You heard Kira shout from the couch, Isaac sat by her side the same way they would always be. You scowled in their general direction, weakly flipping them off as you trudged through to Stiles’ kitchen, reaching eagerly for the coffee pot. Stiles walked behind you, his arms snaking underneath yours as he grasped it, muttering that he would do it. You cleared your throat as you looked over at the small gathering of people, your arms still huddled around your chest, your body feeling more exposed than ever in Stiles’ oversized tee. “So, you’re a stud muffin, Millie?” Isaac broke the silence, his baby blues raking over the t-shirt that clung to you as you laughed awkwardly. “Yeah obviously!” You trailed off, your heart hammering in your chest as you felt everyone’s eyes on you. “Can I ask you guys something?” You worked up the nerve to continue, your voice shaky as they all nodded, the smell of coffee filling the air. “Why didn’t you tell Stiles and I that we were about as subtle as a brick through a glasshouse?” You finished, your eyes hurriedly scanning over everyone’s faces as they suppressed smiles. “We thought it was best to let you guys do your own thing.” Kira shrugged, her head nodding in agreement with everyone else’s. Apart from Malia’s, she remained stony faced and cold and you resented the fact that she was here.  

Part of you was glad that she was here, that petty, passive aggressive side of you mentally killing her. You smirked as Derek spoke, his hand reaching over to the counter to swipe one of the coffees. “Stiles you have to be the slowest coffee maker in the world. You’d make a shit barista.” he scoffed as Stiles stood there offended. “Okay sour wolf, actually taste it and then come at me?” He mocked Derek as he handed the cups around, Malia refusing it as she turned her nose up. Rude. You cradled your cup as you leant against the counter tops, the air in the house stale and thick with dread. “So, what is everyone doing here?” You piped up, the silence becoming uncomfortable in the small kitchen. “We’re waiting on Scott and Allison and Lydia.” Stiles responded, pushing off from the counter as he headed to sit at the dining room table. You followed suit, pulling out a chair as you curled yourself on the cushioned seat, your knees hitting against your chest as you cupped your ankles. “Okay, that doesn’t answer my question, why are we waiting on them?” You probed, your question going unanswered as everyone stared into their coffee cups as if the steaming liquid would answer your question. “We have something we needed to tell you forever ago.” Kira piped up, everyone shooting daggers at her as they sat there, their fingers laced through handles and overlapping on the other side. Malia’s nails rapped against the ceramic, the noise grating against your last nerve as your body rushed with anticipation.  

“Kira, not until Scott gets here.” Stiles scolded, his eyes darting towards the door an expectant look on his face. He grimaced as the door didn’t open, turning back to his coffee, his usually smirking lips set in a hard line. “Why not now?” You asked, pressing into the table more as you looked over everyone’s face. “Why not tell me without Scott?” You pressed for information, each of them avoiding your eyes. You sighed out of frustration, your patience wearing thin as you sipped the coffee, your mood darkening as you pulled at the strings hanging from Stiles’ shirt. No one spoke as you sat there, your body curled against itself as your mind ran rampant. You held your tongue though knowing that no one would tell you a word until the others arrived. “If the whole office has to be here then why didn’t we do this at the office? You know, where I can be dressed?!” You suddenly exploded, unable to bite back the words any longer. “We couldn’t wait, we had to make sure you knew.” Stiles spoke softly, defeat on his lips as his eyes trained on the table. Malia never stopped tapping her nails, the noise setting the hairs on the back of your neck on edge as you felt your blood boil. “Malia. Fuck off with the noise?!” You snapped, your eyes flickering to hers as she smirked, setting the cup on the table before dragging her chair back. Everyone in the room flinched as she stood, picking up the cup before walking back to the kitchen. If looks could kill then the look you gave her was venomous.  

You turned to Stiles, your glare softening some as you asked him what he meant. “Haven’t we literally just been sat here waiting? If we can’t wait then why are we sat here doing nothing.” You tried so hard to control your voice, your pitch climbing higher as Isaac cleared his throat. “Millie, it’s harder to understand on our part. We had people know what you need to know in the past. It drove us from our homes. Forced us to come together and also tore us apart. It’s not just something you blurt out.” He whispered a despondent look on his face as Kira latched her arm around his shoulders. “We lost people. Some people were never the same.” He barely mouthed the words, tears pricking his eyes. Stiles gave him a weary smile, his head bowing at Isaac’s words. Malia walked through to where you all sat, her eyes wide as she looked over you all. “You’re not ever going to grow a pair of balls Stilinski. Neither are you Isaac, you’re just as bad as each other. You hide behind Scott because you won’t do anything for yourself.” She sighed, sinking into the chair. “Why don’t you just fucking tell her she’s a werewolf?! I don’t see what the big deal is?” You listened intently to her words, your vision blurring as the anger in your system flooded your entire body. You don’t know what came over you as you launched from your chair, your hands at her throat in mere moments.  

“You know what Malia? I’m sick to death of hearing you bitch and complain and tap your stupid fucking acrylics against everything. You’re making a joke when one of your friends is upset?! Are you fucking insane or is your head just so far up your own ass that you can’t see that this is kind of serious?!” You barely took a breath as you pressed your palm tighter against the column of her neck; her lips parting as she inhaled sharply. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m working an impossible case that makes literally no sense to anyone and the other night I turned up at Stiles’ door completely naked having no idea how I fucking got here. But no, instead you sit here and have the fucking audacity to make a joke? You’re lucky I’m not actually capable of taking a life.” You released her throat, fingers latching around your arms as Malia gasped for breath. She looked at you with smug contentment, her eyes narrowing as a growl ripped through the room. All the hair on your body stood on end as you felt Stiles’ fingers grip around your wrist. “Millie.” You heard Stiles speak, his hands guiding you back to your seat as you sat, your body numbing as your eyes glazed over. Tears tracked down your cheeks as Stiles pulled you to his chest, his chair screeching over the wooden floor as his fingers carded through your hair.  

“Millie, just breathe okay? Everything will be okay.” Stiles whispered against your hair, his words vibrating through you as he pressed his hands on your shoulders. Your breaths came staggered, your whole body shaking as you buried into the cotton of his shirt. Wrapping your arms around his waist you steadied yourself, your chest heaving as tears continued to fall. “Please don’t lie to me.” You spoke softly, unsure he’d even heard you. “Please don’t tell me everything is going to be okay, that I’ll be fine. I can tell when you lie Stiles.” You pulled away from him, your eyes finding his as he looked over you. “You can feel my heartbeat, can’t you?” He asked, his tone questioning as he searched for answers on your face. You sighed, pushing away from him further, your fingers gripping onto the hem of your shirt. “No, Stiles I can’t hear your heartbeat. You’ve just lied to me so much that now I can’t trust a word you say?! Your name probably isn’t even Stiles. I can’t do this right now. I can’t sit and wait in silence as you wait for someone to tell me something I don’t want to hear.” The words spilled from your mouth as you stood, your head whipping around to look at the door you had found yourself at the night before. “Come get me when Scott is here, until then, please just leave me alone. All of you.” You looked over Kira and Isaac as they nodded, the looks on their faces solemn. Malia didn’t even glance in your direction as you scowled, turning towards the door.  

“Millie-” Stiles tried to capture your attention but you remained stoic, heading towards the door. It clicked open with ease as you rolled it shut behind you, the cool air running over your bare legs. You looked over the small garden, spotting a bench in the corner beneath a tree the size of the house. Wrapping your arms over your chest you stepped forwards onto the grass, the ground giving way underneath you as you crossed the overgrown terrain. Only Stiles would let it get this bad. You thought to yourself as you made your way to the bench, your foot colliding with a warped baseball bat. He’s probably too busy with the company to even tend to his own garden. You sighed as you sat on the decaying bench, the wood creaking beneath your weight. For once the skies were bright, the sun shining on the bleached out blue fence that separated the house and garden from the rest of Beacon Hills. You sat there for a moment, lost in the sounds of cars rolling past before you were joined by another. “Millie?” You heard Stiles speak, his words soft as he settled on the bench next to you. “There’s a million things I want to say to you but I don’t know how to say them-” He paused taking a deep breath as he hunched forwards, burying his face in his hands. “-I can start with an easy one. I’m sorry. Sorry doesn’t even cover it, but I know I mean it. You may not see it right now, but I did this to protect you. We all did.-”

He trailed off as you ignored him, staring off at the trees at the end of the garden. “-the other? It’s more of a confession. I have lied to you, so many times. It’s killed me every damn time and knowing that you won’t believe a word out my mouth now breaks my heart. I swear I never meant to hurt you. That was the last thing I wanted.” You blinked slowly, tears falling down your cheeks as you stayed frozen, your head not even turning to him as he talked. “I really am sorry Millie. Before I go, there is one more thing. You were right, my name isn’t Stiles. It’s Mieczyslaw.” You could almost feel hear his heartbeat as it stilled before hammering against his rib cage. You sat in silence, running your tongue over your teeth, chewing on what you should say. He broke the silence, a sigh leaving his lips as he stood, smoothing his fingers over his khakis. “I’ll leave you now, I just hope you can see I did this for you. Not to hurt you.” You nodded, your lips pressed together as you looked over him. “I’m sorry too Stiles.” You gave him a weary smile as he turned, heading back inside as you returned back to your thoughts. You sat there until a chill settled in your bones, all the hair on your body stood on end until you were joined again.  

“Hey.” You heard her speak, her voice soft as she crouched down in front of you. You barely registered her, too lost in your own thoughts to fully comprehend what was going on. “Millie, you’re freezing.” Lydia spoke, her fingers briefly connecting with your skin. You blinked, shaking your head slightly as you looked at her, her flame red hair almost shining in the late afternoon sun. “Stiles said I would find you here. You need to come inside now.” She spoke as if you were made of glass, fragile to the touch and ready to break at any moment. At least that was accurate. You nodded to her, your lips remaining still as she thrust a bag into your arms before pulling you inside. “I had to guess your size and everything, but it’s better than what you’re wearing.” She looked over you, her eyebrows raised at the stud muffin t-shirt. “-and Stiles needs to get rid of that shirt, he’s had it since he was like 15.” She laughed as you gave her a weak side smile, your lids heavy. “Go get changed, take as long as you need. Okay?” A brief smile fluttered over her red lips as she spun on one heel, heading off towards the kitchen. You gripped the bag to your chest as you walked up the stairs, your feet almost leaden. Pressing the door to Stiles’ room closed you placed the bag on the bed, settling down next to it. Your head swam with too many thoughts as you rifled through the bag. You acted on auto pilot; your hands reaching for the first thing it touched as you tore Stiles’ clothes from your body.

Lydia had thought of everything as you dressed in each item, pulling on jeans and a hooded flannel. You felt more yourself as you readjusted your hair, thanking Lydia internally as you found a hairbrush nestled in the bottom of the bag. You parted your hair without looking at it, knowing that pretty much nothing you did would make it look better. You rushed the brush through your strands, wincing as it pulled on knots. The knots in your hair paled in comparison to those in your stomach as you dreaded heading back downstairs. But I need to know. You glanced over to the bathroom deciding that you didn’t care what you looked like much.  You walked from Stiles’ room, your feet light on the floor as you poised yourself at the top of the stairs, your heart heavy as you dropped to the next step. It took all you had to descend those stairs, your hands fumbling with the cuffs of the flannel as you stepped into the dining room. No one was around as you looked around in confusion, your head peering around the corner into the kitchen. Your head spun with the idea of leaving, not facing whatever lay ahead of you. Uncertainty churned in your stomach, your mind in a state of flux as you walked towards the door, your fingers lightly brushing the handle as you paused. I need to face this.  

You stepped backwards, the boards beneath your feet creaking as you saw Stiles pop his head around the door. “We’re in here Millie.” He smiled as you gave him a half nod, heading over to where he was. The small room was crowded, people on seemingly every surface; your breathing hitched as you walked in, every person turning to look at you. “Guys, you’re making her anxious.” Scott interjected as they turned back to the way they were. “Thanks Scott” You said in a small voice, your heart beating a mile a minute as you found a space on the floor. “Don’t thank me yet Millie.” He blinked slowly, licking over his lips slightly as Allison squeezed his arm lightly. You looked over everyone in the room, the tension in the air so thick you could slice it like butter. “Don’t lie to me. What’s happening to me?” Everyone paused for a moment as Stiles cleared his throat, leaning forwards his hands on his knees. “There’s more than meets the eye in Beacon Hills, sure it’s a nice town, but it’s not always been nice. Back in 2011 something happened to Scott-” You furrowed your brows, looking over the tanned boy in front of you. “- obviously he survived, but something happened that changed everyone’s life. It changed the town.” He struggled to find the words as Scott spoke instead.  

“Werewolves exist Millie. They are as real as you and me.” He spoke, his words clear as you reeled back. “They’re myths Scott, the same way that vampires are myths. The same way Harry Potter isn’t real.” Stiles chuckled, the noise light as he looked at you in shock. “That means Star Wars isn’t real by proxy and that’s not a universe I want to live in.” He giggled, his eyes lighting up as Lydia glared from the seat in the corner. “You won’t be living in any universe soon if you carry on Stiles. It’s not the time.” She raised her brow, giving a knowing smile to you as you mulled over your words. “You guys are joking right?! You have to be joking. I mean sure, yeah the amount of animal attacks in this town is ridiculous but werewolves?!” You near shouted, your voice reaching hysterics as you stood. “If you think I’m going to sit here and listen to you lie to me yet again then you  don’t know me as well as you think you did.” You weaved past Derek as you made your way to the door, his hand reaching out to grab you as a growl ripped through the room. “Millie.” Derek spoke, his voice deeper than you had ever heard before. You whipped around, your heart slamming against your rib cage as you looked over his face. His brow was furrowed as he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glowing blue in the sunlight. Teeth protruded from his bared lips, his jaw pushed forwards to cater for the extended tips. “We exist.” He spoke, a slight lisp in his voice as you pulled away from him.  

You wanted to scream, you wanted to run but part of you knew that they couldn’t lie about this. You felt something shift in the air as he blinked, turning his head back towards the floor. He faced you again, his features back to normal as he nodded back towards where you had sat previously. You gulped, returning back to your spot, curling your legs underneath yourself as you stared at the floor. Your mind raced with images and memories, the simple act of a look almost unravelling your case before your eyes. It was as if one sentence had been the answer all along. You sat there staring at the floor as you pondered what to say and how to feel as you picked at the hem of your jeans. Silence filled the room as Stiles cleared his throat for the umpteenth time in mere minutes. “Millie?” Scott spoke suddenly, your head whipping up at the sudden noise. You looked over his face, his brown eyes wide as he tried to read how you were feeling. “We know it’s a lot to process and it must be killing you that we didn-” You cut him off, shaking your head. “I get it. I do. Doesn’t stop me being pissed off at you but now you can’t just leave it there.” You sat a little straighter, leaning your back against the fireplace as you glanced around the small room. Drawing in a deep breath you exhaled slowly, your breath staggered as you spoke. “Tell me everything.”  

“So, let me see if I have this right. Scott is a true alpha, meaning he didn’t have to kill. That’s why his eyes are red right?” You let the words roll from your tongue, trying your hardest to make it sound natural, but the words tasted foreign on your lips. “Nearly, his eyes are red because he’s an alpha. All alpha’s have red eyes, no matter what colour they were before they became alpha’s.” Stiles explained patiently, his long fingers laced together as you sat there still confused. “Beta’s have yellow eyes?” You asked as he smiled. “Now you’re getting it!” You smiled weakly, still trying to wrap your head around the sudden onslaught of information. Your mind grew foggy as you asked a question you weren’t sure you wanted to hear the answer to. “Then why are mine blue? I mean surely, we’ve assumed by now that i’m like you guys. You’re all werewolves, right?” You cast your eyes to the group, watching as Lydia smacked her lips together, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Not quite sweetie-” She pointed to herself. “-I’m a banshee. Kira’s a kitsune and Malia’s-” She paused, looking over to see Malia flicking down her phone. “-not listening. But she’s a were coyote.” You sighed in frustration, dragging your fingers through your hair. “But no one has blue eyes.” You asked again, your heart dropping as you realised that something was wrong with you still. You didn’t fit in. “I do.” Derek spoke softly, startling you as you turned to him. “Yeah, sorry Derek, it’s all a bit much. What are you then?” You knitted your brows together as he gave you a small smile. “I’m a werewolf. Just like Scott.” You nodded looking over at Stiles. “-and Stiles, right?” You added, your tone inquisitive. “No, Stiles is human.” He explained, shooting a look over to the amber eyed boy. “Might I say I’m the only human?!” He joked as you returned to Derek. “So why are your eyes blue?” You probed, Derek's eyes falling.  

“When a werewolf takes the life of an innocent, a part of their soul goes dark. Cold even-” You cut him off. “Almost like ice. Ice blue.” you whispered, tears pricking in your eyes as you stood to your feet. You shook, your fingers grabbing at the hem of your jumper as you stepped over Kira’s outstretched legs. “I can’t be in here right now.” you admitted, pulling the door open as you almost spilled out into the hallway. Tears fell from your eyes freely as you felt your heart constrict in your chest, suppressed memories of Seattle rising to the surface from where you buried them. You cantered forwards, grasping your chest as you heaved pressing against a wall as you tried to calm yourself. Take the life of an innocent. The words played in your mind as you stared numbly at the wall in front of you. “Millie?” You heard Stiles speak as he leant against the wall beside you. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head, sobs wracking your chest as you buried your face in his chest for the second time that day. “I can’t tell you. You’ll never look at me the same way Stiles. It was an accident. I never meant to hurt anyone and-” Your words fell from your mouth, muffled by the fabric of Stiles’ shirt. “Millie, nothing you can say can make me hate you or turn me against you.” Stiles’ voice was soft as he pushed you from him, his whiskey eyes finding yours. “My eyes are blue because of Seattle. Because of a reason I left town.” You admitted, tearing your gaze from his. “Millie, you need to tell me more.” He asked as you crumbled to the floor, wrapping your arms over your knees as you rest your head backwards.  “It’s a long story.” You near whispered, biting your lip as he crouched next to you. “I have time.”  

“Back in Seattle I was working this case, right? It was pretty cut and dry, husbands cheating on wife, you know the usual. But this case was long and I hadn’t slept all night.” You paused taking a shaky breath before continuing. “I was on a stakeout and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Mainly because I didn’t want to. It was my anniversary and I wanted to be at home eating Chinese and watching crappy reality TV with my then boyfriend-” Stiles winced as you shook your head. “I shouldn’t have gone. I needed coffee as I was sat there and it was dark. I was texting as I crossed the road, desperately trying to keep my eyes open and I didn’t check if the road was clear.” Your eyes met his as you uttered the words you swore you would never tell another person. “This guy came out of nowhere as I was in the middle of the road and he had to swerve. It was over before I even knew what was happening.” Stiles looked at you as if you were broken, fragile and needing put together again. “They said he died on impact. Not surprising considering the survival rate of totalling your car into a telephone pole is pretty much non-existent.” You tore at the beds of your fingernails as you sighed. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone to get coffee, it was my fault. He died and it was all because of me.” You sniffed, your heart slamming within you as Stiles sat in stunned silence. “So that’s why you left Seattle?” You nodded, wiping your nose as you avoided his gaze.  

“I couldn’t live with myself. I drew back from everything. My boyfriend left me, my mom became worried sick and everything hurt. I grew up in Beacon Hills when I was young before I made any mistakes. I wanted to return to a time where I wasn’t who I am now.” Stiles shook his head as he pulled you to him. “Who are you now? Are you not still Millie?” He asked, his words moving over you as you latched your arms around his waist. “I’m still Millie, but not the person I was before. When I came to Beacon Hills I was broken Stiles. I didn’t know if I could ever put myself back together.” You admitted, pulling from him as you stood again. “But if that’s why my eyes are blue, then you now you know. I would never intentionally hurt someone Stiles. I couldn’t do it. I can’t even live with myself because of an accident.” You swallowed thickly. “Millie, everyone has darkness, everyone is broken okay?” Stiles’ hands covered your own, his fingers lacing with yours. “No one ever wants to admit it.” he added, forcing your eyes to meet his. “So, don’t ever apologise for needing to talk. I won’t judge you because I know you wouldn’t judge me.” You nodded, his grip on your hand getting tighter as he nodded towards the living room once more. “You got this. We can get through this.” He squeezed you reassuringly as he pushed the door open. Wiping the tears from your eyes you followed him back through, your lips caught between your teeth as you returned to your spot on the floor.  

“Sorry you guys.” You spoke as your voice cracked, the noise now coming as a whisper. “Never apologise Millie, it’s a lot to deal with.” Derek smiled, his usually stony face contorting in a way that made you see him in a different light. “Derek, you said that taking the life of an innocent makes your eyes blue?” You asked, finding your voice again, your fingers knotting themselves together. “Yeah, why?” He asked, already knowing the answer. “It doesn’t have to be since you turned does it?” You swallowed as you waited for a response, your heart suspended as he mulled it over. “I don’t think it matters when it happened. If your eyes are blue, then they are blue. We’ll still accept you. Hell, even Malia’s eyes are blue.” He pointed to her as you stopped yourself from scoffing. Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. “Thanks Derek.” You smiled, your eyes still not quite meeting his. “Don’t worry about it. Now we just have to figure out how you got bit.” He spoke, a worried glance flashing over his face as he looked at Stiles. “Stiles you reek of guilt.” He stated as Stiles shifted in his seat, rubbing his hands nervously over his thigh, one hand placed at his mouth. “I know exactly who bit her, the only one who we haven’t been able to keep an eye on?” Stiles said it like everyone would know, that it was obvious. But the blank stares on everyone’s face said differently.  

“Peter.” He stated, his tone dry as he gestured with his arms, almost coming off the seat entirely. “You mean Peter Hale?” You asked, the name familiar as you remembered your case file on your coffee table. “Yeah, how do you know Peter Hale?” Stiles asked, his brows furrowed as he chewed on his fingertips. “Derek told me about him, I don’t know much but I think he has something to do with my case?” You were unsure of your words, doubting you’d even remembered correctly as Stiles looked at you. “Do you remember anything from that file?” He asked, his eyes scrunched up as he ran his fingers over his forehead. “Not really, apart from the fire and his family-” You trailed off, looking over to Derek the final barrel clicking on in your mind. “-he was your uncle right Derek?” The words shot out of your mouth like a bullet fired from a gun as he nodded. “But he’s my dad.” you heard Malia talk behind you, her voice dull as she pulled away from her phone. “You have a dad? I thought you just hatched out from underneath a rock somewhere.” You drawled, your voice dry as you realised the words that left your mouth. Malia shot you a look of pure menace, her lips drawn back over bared teeth if you could even call them teeth at this point. “Watch your mouth Omega.” Malia spat as you looked at her confused. “Malia!” Scott roared as Malia returned back a sarcastic look, her brows raised over her eyes as she settled back into her seat. “Sorry.” her eyes widened, rolling back as she spoke unapologetically. “Whatever, you said Peter was your dad?” You asked her as she nodded. “Estranged. But yeah, biologically or whatever.” She added, her eyes never leaving her phone screen.

“So, what would Peter want in Beacon Hills?” You asked, looking over at Scott as he scratched his chin nervously. “He wants revenge most likely.” Stiles interrupted, looking over at Scott as he leant forwards. “Most likely this is 2017 catching up with us.” He said, his eyes scanning the room as everyone appeared downcast. “5 years is a long time to hold a grudge. What could you have possibly done that made him so fucking mad?” You asked, settling back against the wood of the fireplace behind you. “It wasn’t me. It was Scott-” Stiles blinked slowly, running his tongue over his lips. “-and Allison. For you to understand why he would do this we need to tell you of what happened in 2017. There was a war and lives were lost.” You looked at him in confusion, your eyes narrowing. “What do you mean a war?” You implored, hunching forwards on your knees as you watched him squirm. “What you need to understand is things haven’t been easy for us. We’ve fought literal tooth and nail for peace, sometimes paying with our lives. It wasn’t easy but we won. The people that stood against us backed down and we were able to create a peace treaty. As long as the supernatural didn’t harm a human we could co-exist in peace.” He paused a small smile on his face. “We told them that anything to do with the supernatural would be handled by us. Any case would be passed from the sheriff's office straight onto Scott and myself and we’d figure it out. Then it became too much, there was too many cases for just us. Naturally we set up Emissary Investigations, might as well make some money from it right?” He chuckled, his eyes going dark as he changed the subject.  

“Everyone we know signed the truce, the deal was done but we always had suspicions. There were some we knew would break it, some we hoped wouldn’t. Most of them kept out of our way, settling elsewhere. So, we set up in cities all over the world. So far, we have 2 offices in the states. Scott’s beta Liam and his friends are in New York, keeping an eye on the east coast. Isaac’s on loan from the Paris office where he runs the show with Allison’s dad. We have an office in central London, led by two of the world's biggest fucking-” Lydia shot Stiles a look, her eyebrows raised as Stiles’ voice dropped, his tone a lot calmer. “-Sorry, I mean ONE of the world's biggest fucking assholes. Names Jackson, I hope you never have to meet him.” He trailed off, giving Lydia a small smile. “Anyway, we were keeping an eye on everyone until Peter dropped off the grid, the last time we saw him was back after the war. He was pretty pissed that we now had to keep an eye on him. He was always jealous of Scott’s status and when Scott became the poster child for not being an asshole Peter just dropped off the deep end. They got in a huge fight before Peter fucked off somewhere. We’ve been searching for him ever since.” You chewed on your lip as you thought of what he could want. “So, what, he’s pissed because Scott wanted peace?” You asked as Stiles nodded. “Peter wanted this hunters head on a stick Game of Thrones Joffrey style. Scott wouldn’t allow it.” He winked at Scott as you directed a look over at Scott. “He’s coming back to fight you then.” Your eyes connected with Scott's as Allison gripped his arm reassuringly.  

                “No Millie, he’s coming back to kill me.”  

You raced from the building, your palms sweating. Thoughts raced through your mind at blinding speeds, Malia’s words echoing through your head, the weight of them seemingly pressing on your chest as you hurtled down the stairs.”I think she’s going to hurt someone”. Your body repelled the thought, every fiber of your being rejecting the idea of you hurting someone. You wouldn’t, you couldn’t, even in self defense. You needed to feel the air on your skin, you needed to be free. You didn’t bother waiting for the elevator as you took the stairs four at a time, your footsteps barely heard as you crashed against concrete. Your stomach lurched, bile rising in your throat as you slammed yourself against the cool metal and glass of the door. You spilled onto the pavement, breaths coming in waves as panicked onlookers gawked at you, their faces bewildered as they shot you looks of panic. Your vision blurred as you reached for something to hold, the wall your only solace. Cool brick grazed your fingertips, the rough edges easy to grip as you tried to calm the slamming in your chest.  

An onlooker approached you, your head spinning as you cried, tears squeezing from your eyes. Her face was kind and weathered, the type of face you wished to see when you heard bad news. Her voice was soft against the harsh noises of the busy street, her words gentle as they washed over you. You barely heard her, the static in your ears deafening as you shot looks over the street. Strangers still shot you looks of disdain and pity as you gripped onto the wall, your chest heaving as your eyes found her lips. “Are you okay?” She repeated, her brows furrowed on her forehead, wrinkles deepening in the creases above her eyes. “Are you okay?” She repeated again as you realized you couldn’t force the words out. You shook your head weakly, your eyes downcast as blood rushed through your eardrums. Her hands found your shoulders as she sat you down, your skin grazing against the brick, your legs finally resting against the cool pavement. “Breathe.” She cooed, her small body now almost towering over you. You inhaled a shaky breath, your lungs burning as you gasped for air.  

Panic roared through your veins, the feeling of every nerve forcibly being ripped from its place as your fingernails dug into your palms. The smell of cedar wood and pine permeated your nose, the taste of pennies and candle wax on your tongue. “Breathe.” She spoke again, ripping you from the bubble you had found yourself entrapped in. Her words were cooling as they washed over you, her words almost minty as your breathing slowed. “You’re okay, it’s all going to be okay.”  She cooed as her fingers reached over to brush the tears from your cheek, tracks of salted water over blushing skin. “It was a panic attack dear, don’t worry. You can get through this, can you stand?” You blinked, your vision clearing as you nodded your head slowly, every movement feeling like a ten pound weight had been added on top. Her fingers wrapped around your wrists, her mouth falling open as she noticed the blood dripping down your palms. You blinked rapidly, your body only registering what was happening as the dull pain set in. You cried out, your fingers unfurling, knuckles red after being white for so long. You felt tears roll down your cheeks, your lip caught between your teeth as you watched the blood drip to the concrete below you.  

You heard it fall, the soft thud as droplets followed it, your body shaking as adrenaline flowed through your veins. “What have you done?” The older woman questioned as you looked around your eyes swimming with tears. “I don’t know.” You choked out, your words finally forming as you sobbed, your breath catching in your throat. You squeezed your fingers, the soft flesh closing over before your eyes. You blinked hard watching as the skin closed over the bleeding stopping. You pulled your hand from the woman, your mouth clamped shut as you looked over her with wide eyes. Thoughts raced through your mind, did she just see what you saw? Did you imagine it?. Your mind ran a mile a minute as the woman spoke to you, her words lost in the static. You shook your head, apologies falling from your mouth as you pulled away from her. She looked in your red rimmed eyes, her eyes changing from a deep brown to the purest red. You blinked slowly, your head shaking as you yanked your arm from hers. “Don’t be afraid, the attacks will stop as you fully change. You must’ve not long been bitten.” She tried to speak to you as your breathing sped again.  

You tapped your feet as the woman spoke, her eyes staring straight in yours. “I’m sorry but I can’t do this. I need to go-” You rushed an apology, thank you’s chorusing with the rush of traffic on the street as you turned back away from her. Her hand gripped yours, her grip tight on your skin as you winced. “Careful. You’re not there yet. It will be hard on you, hard on the one you love.” She spoke as she looked up the building, her eyes settling on the window to Stiles’ office. “But when you have changed fully, you will remember.” She carried on her words cryptic as you pulled away from her, your brow furrowed over your eyes. “Thanks.” You breathed out, your words barely audible. You turned from her again, launching into a sprint, wind whipping your skin until it was red. Blinded by tears and wracked with sobs you stopped turning a corner to lean against a wall. You screwed your eyes shut, focusing on your heartbeat as you heard a door swing open. You raised your arms defensively as you looked around, looking for the source of the sound. Confusion swept over you as you saw no door in sight, the sound of footsteps echoing in a concreted stairwell. “Satomi, I’m glad you came, we need to talk.” You heard a familiar voice rang out.  

Scott. “If it’s about the omega, I fear we may have more than just words to exchange. Actions must be taken, she isn't ready for the storm that is ahead of us.” The woman from outside the office chimed. Your heart quickened as they spoke in hushed tones, your ears straining. You barely made out words, the blood rushing in your system too loud to hear over. You didn’t want to listen, the fear of their words was crashing over you as your head fell to your hands, bile rising in your throat once more. The air shifted around you, the sun disappearing behind clouds as you felt the temperature dip. Not enough to set your hair on end but enough that you knew what was coming. You raised your head looking to the sky as the first drops of rain fell to the ground, marbling the pale gray pavement. Rain always calmed you, something useful seeing as though you were from Seattle. You closed your eyes as you felt the rain on your skin, your heartbeat finally calming as you settled against the wall, your palms anchoring you to the brick.  

You sighed as water trailed over your shoulders, tracks of cold on your otherwise burning skin. It trailed over your wrists, droplets hanging from your eyelashes as you blinked, your vision swimming. You pushed away from the wall, peering around the corner to see if you could see the woman from before as you sidled out. You saw no sign of her as you hurried down the street, past the front door of the office your head ducked. You continued as you walked on, your feet hitting the pavement in a run, the rain falling harder against your skin. You wandered off trudgingly, the rain logging through your shoes. You didn’t mind though, you just walked; your mind elsewhere. The skies didn’t relent, the clouds even lower in the sky as you lost yourself in a world where nothing hurt. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted to breathe, you wanted to sleep, you wanted everything to go back to normal.  

You don’t know how long you walked, only that the rain had turned to hail, pellets of solidified water hitting your skin, red welts on your shoulders. You watched through unblinking eyes as your feet carried you away from the city, the tall grey buildings shrinking away into the distance. Residential homes replaced glass and brick, the warm lighting of family homes spilling onto the streets as the sky blackened. You could feel the cold in your bones, your hair on end as you carried on, the streets turning to dirt around you, your feet sticking in mud as words echoed around your mind. Cars were replaced slowly by trees, all familiarity of Beacon Hills long behind you as you walked through the underbrush of trees taller than buildings. I think she’s hurt someone; repeated on loop Malia’s tone scared. You stilled, your body slowing to a halt as you leant against a tree, a scream ripping from your throat. Every nerve ending in your body felt like it was being ripped from you.  

Your fingers curled into fists, your screams echoing into the night as you doubled over. You reached out to grab onto something as it felt like acid ran through your veins. Tears fell from your eyes as you hit the ground, your vision cutting out until you were surrounded by darkness. You cried out, your arms twisting beneath you as you panted for breath, your skin on fire as you opened your eyes. You gasped for air, every intake of breath feeling like daggers in your throat. You heard the cracking of bone and twig, your heart pounding in your chest as you surged away from the floor. Excruciating pain rippled over you as you felt your heart skip a beat. Your fingertips dug into the soft dirt beneath your palms as the pain subsided, your heart slowing as you fell to the ground. You didn’t dare open your eyes, you didn’t dare move as you lay there, your fingers relaxing into the soft moss nearby. Slowly you cracked your eyes open, everything clearer than before as you watched the rain hit leaves on bushes nearby. You inhaled slowly, searching the area around you for something to grab onto. You reached for some flowers nearby, the purple petals catching your eye in the dim lighting.  

Your fingers clasped around the stem as your skin burnt. You screamed, instantly letting go of the stalk of the purple plant. You cradled your hand to your chest, watching as the skin puckered and reddened. Small shards of green had embedded themselves in the tracks of your fingerprints, the pain growing stronger. You lay there defeated, your eyes drooping as you cried, tears falling slowly as you fell into a fitful sleep. It’s what you had wished for, more than anything. Even if it was in the middle of the woods, in incredible pain, you relished the sleep. Only you didn’t sleep for long.

Red eyes plagued you in your sleep, the hissing and snapping of jaws on your ankles as you ran through woods like the ones you were in now. You dared to look back at what was on your trail as you ran, your head whipping around only to be faced with something bigger than a truck, a snarling mouth and a deadly roar. Claws reached for you, the sharp talon tearing into your skin as the monster picked you up, pulling you closer to it’s rank mouth. “Millie….” It rippled, the noise deafening as it growled at you. “Millie…” It roared again, a howl ripping through it’s chest as it raised it’s head to the sky. “Come to me.”  

You awoke to a start, the sky still dark around you, your head covered in sweat as you pried yourself from the floor. Stumbling forward you walked blindly, leaves crunching underfoot. You didn’t know where you were going as branches swayed above you, the night eerily silent. You hunched in on yourself, still cradling your hand against your chest as you searched around blindly for a way out of the woods. That’s when you heard it. Cries at the moon, non human but distinctive. A wolf. You looked around wildly, starting into a sprint as you crashed through underbrush, your hands scrambling to get you closer to the sounds of howls. You launched over embankments, your feet barely touching the ground as you hurtled towards the noise. You whipped past trees, bark biting into your flesh, blood dripping down your arm as you stumbled forwards. Every footfall got you closer to the howl, your heart racing as you ran through a clearing, the dirt under foot running into rock, the wind nipping against your face.  

Rocks skittered as you ran, your hair flying in your eyes as you ground to a stop, the noise of something falling close to you. You looked around, the open space void of anything, no trees, just a clear view of the sky as the rain started again. Out here there were no warning signs, no low hanging clouds, no telltale markers that the skies would open. You stood on the precipice of a cliff, your toes curling over the edge as your heart leapt in your chest. You swallowed thickly, stepping back your body trembling in fear. You didn’t know why you stopped, but you thanked whatever omnipotent god that was watching that you did. You bent over, your hands grasping your knees as you shook, your fear of falling crashing over you in waves. Your clothes hung in rags from your body as you collapsed to the ground, vertigo running through your mind as the world turned upside down. You scrunched your eyes closed as you curled into a ball, the nausea passing quickly. You raised your head, your eyes slowly opening as you saw a pair of red eyes looking at you from across the ravine.  

Your head snapped up as it raised its own, a howl emitting from it’s mouth. It ricocheted from the rocks, the sound reverberating through your bones. It set you on edge, your teeth bared as it roared in your ears, your eyes burning. Your heart quickened, almost so fast that you weren’t sure that it was healthy. Your nails dug into rock, pain radiating from your nails as you watched your finger beds pull back, dark brown claws ripping through flesh. You cried out in pain, the noise feeble as you cried. White hot agony flashed through your mouth, your gums raw as you ran your tongue over your teeth, your lips barely fitting over them anymore. Sounds of wolves filled the air, one close by as you whipped your head around only to see the red eyed wolf across the fissure of land. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as your bones cracked, shifting beneath skin as everything went black.  

Everything hurt. Your bones ached, your skin ripped to shreds as you heard a pounding somewhere around you. You groaned, rolling over covering your eyes from the light that penetrated the thin skin. The pounding stopped as you felt a breeze on your skin. You sighed, reaching for the duvet around your feet, only to find nothing there. You sat dazed, your eyes cracking open and adjusting to the floodlit garden in front of you. You barely recognized where you were your eyes scanning over every surface. Baseball bats chewed through by dogs, lacrosse sticks barely held together by duct tape sloped against a shed. Stiles’ house. You knew deep down that this was his place. You crawled to your feet, your arms wrapping around you as you knocked on the window. Hopping from foot to foot you waited, only to find no answer. He was probably at the office, slumped over his desk a cold cup of coffee on the sideboard. You collapsed to the floor again, your head in your hands as you sighed, wiping the mascara from underneath your eyes. “Millie?” You heard Stiles say from behind glass, his voice muffled as he unlocked the sliding door. “Millie oh my god, what are you doing here?” He looked over you, his mouth slack as he ushered you in. “Why the hell are you naked?” You looked down, only just registering your severe lack of clothes. No wonder you were cold.  

“I don’t know. Stiles I don’t know how I got here.” You babbled, the words falling from your mouth as Stiles grabbed a blanket from his couch before wrapping it around your shoulders. “How did you know where I lived?” Stiles asked as he clattered about his kitchen, the noise of pots and pans bashing against the countertops. You stumbled to his couch wrapping the blanket closer around your shoulders. “I don’t know Stiles. I just sorta woke up here, I have no idea how I knew where you lived. I think I remember seeing your address somewhere?” You questioned yourself, knowing that you had never seen his address and that somehow you had got here, completely buck naked in the middle of the night. “Maybe, I don’t know but you scared me half to death Millie” Stiles spoke as he walked back in the room, a cup of coffee in each hand as he passed you one. “Thank you, I’m sorry for just turning up here, I don’t know how I got here.” You apologised as you cradled the cup in your hands, the scalding hot liquid lapping over the top of the mug, burning your skin. Shivers ran through your body as Stiles sat next to you on the couch, his long legs resting against the coffee table in front of him.  

“I can leave if you want me to. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just-” You spoke quickly, placing the mug on the coffee table as you jumped to your feet. Pain rippled through your body as you moved, Stiles’ arm reaching for your hand as his fingers linked in with your own. “Don’t leave. Please, let me keep you safe.” He spoke softly, pulling you back to your seat on the couch. “Stiles I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m so scared and I can’t remember anything and-” He quieted you, his fingers running through your hair as you whimpered, tears you didn’t know you had left sliding down your cheek. “I will keep you safe. I will always keep you safe” He cooed, his hand never leaving yours as you cried into his chest. An age passed as you lay there, your tears eventually drying as the coffee on the table turned cold. “Stiles, what’s happening to me.” you croaked, your voice hoarse as your chest wheezed. “We can talk about this in the morning. Okay? You can shower and we can go to bed.” He whispered as he placed a kiss to your forehead.  

You nodded, letting him pull you from the couch as you gripped onto the blanket around your body. You trailed after him as he walked, your eyes scanning over his house the walls around you unfamiliar yet comforting. “Are you okay to walk up the stairs? You seem to have cut up your ankles pretty bad and they look deep.” Stiles stopped you before he walked up the stairs, his eyes trailing over your legs. “I had no idea, yeah I'll be fine.” You smiled weakly, your lie barely masked by the gesture. Stiles nodded, his eyes showing pity as he led you upstairs, your body wincing with every step. “So the shower is through the door on your right and i’ll be right here. Okay?” He sat on the bed in front of you, his long legs hanging over the edge. “I’ll get you some clean clothes and you shout me if you need anything. I mean anything.” He looked you in the eye as you blinked slowly, a small nod following after. “Thank you” You whispered as you shuffled forwards in direction of the shower. Walking through the doorway you let out a shaky sigh, your head leaning back against the door as it clicked shut.  

You closed your eyes, wishing away the pain that rippled through your body, shaking your head of the murkiness of the past few hours. It didn’t help, there was still nothing and it scared you half to death. But you could deal with it, you were stronger than your fears. You counted back from 10 as you inhaled, your heartbeat slowing slightly as you pushed away from the door, the blanket falling from your body as you walked to the shower. As you were walking you caught glimpse of a mirror, a dirtied girl in the reflection. You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to face yourself, a gasp falling from your lips. This wasn’t you, it couldn’t be you. Dirt had caked onto your skin, tracks of pale skin peeking through from the drops of rain. Blood ran over your arms, your chest and your face as you stood wide eyed. Your hair, normally curly was wild, leaves and sticks stuck in tangled knots as your vision started to swim.  

You shook as the blanket fell from your shoulders, your body numb as you wandered to the shower. You reached for the shower curtain, your fingers ripping through the material as you fell, your head cracking over the side of the bath. “Stiles-” You cried out as memories flooded your mind. Memories of the pain, the wolf at the creek, running at full speed, the taste of blood on your lips. “Stiles-” You screamed, his name ripping through you as you gripped the bath, your body unable to move. The door swung open, Stiles’ face contorted in fear as he scanned the room for you, his eyes finally landing on you. “Millie, what happened?” His voice shook as he reached for you, your body shying away from him. “I remembered. I know where I’ve been, I know how I got here.” You mumbled, your words almost incoherent as you panted for breath. “Stiles I want to forget. I don’t want to know, I’d rather be scared and in the dark. I’m not strong enough for this.” You jittered, scrambling to your feet. Every instinct in your body was telling you to run, to leave Stiles and to run until you didn’t even remember your own name.  

You streaked past Stiles, your feet hammering on the floor as you scrambled down the stairs, your hands landing on the handle of the front door. That’s when you heard him, that’s when you heard him call your name. He begged for you not to go, he whispered your name like a prayer, his voice cracking. “Millie, please don’t go.” Your head whipped around, your eyes panicking as you saw him stood at the top of the stairs. “You are strong enough. You are the strongest woman I have ever met and that’s saying something. Please don’t leave.” His whiskey brown eyes connected with yours as you stopped, turning back towards him. “I won’t leave you Stiles.” You whimpered, your feet driving you up the stairs into his arms. He pulled you into his arms, your head crushed against his chest. “I can’t do this.” You murmured into his skin, his lips pressed against your head. “You can do anything Millie.” He whispered back as he led you back to the bathroom.  

“I’ll run you a bath, you can clean yourself off. If you still want to leave, I understand.” He smiled a lopsided smile. “But there is always a space for you here if you need me.” He turned the taps, the hot water filling the tub as he helped you in. It burnt your skin, your cuts stinging as you winced. “I’ll be right through here” He told you as he walked through to the bedroom. “Thank you Stiles. For everything.” You sighed as you leant back in the water, your ears sinking under the water as you relaxed. Hours passed as you lay there in silence, the dirt sloughing off your skin, the blood circling the drain as you drained the bath, careful not to wake the now sleeping Stiles. You tiptoed back into his room, a towel wrapped tightly over your chest. You’d never seen Stiles so peaceful, usually he slept at his desk, surrounded by papers, his nose pressed into wood. But here he seemed softer somehow, surrounded by feathery down, his features at rest. You smiled, your eyes heavy as you looked around his room, pictures of smiling faces, most of whom you recognized. Your eyes landed on folded clothes, an old maroon jersey and a pair of boxers. You walked to them, dropping the towel to your feet as you pulled the jersey over your head.  

It smelled of him as it surrounded you, your hair cascading in sopping wet waves over your shoulders. You yawned as you sat on the edge of the bed, your eyes scanning over Stiles. You could watch him forever this way. You stretched slowly, not wanting to wake him as you climbed beneath the covers with him. He turned, his eyes cracking open as you wrapped your arms around him, the effects of the night crashing over you as you lay there. “Hey” He breathed, his voice ladled with sleep as his fingers ran over your shoulders, his head burying further into the pillow. “I didn’t mean to wake you I'm sorry!” You whispered, your arms tightening around him. “Go back to sleep Stiles” You smiled, your tone more demanding than you had wanted it to be. “You’re pushy you know Millie!” Stiles cracked a smile, his tongue poking out from between his teeth. “I didn’t mean to be, Sorry Stiles.” You half smiled, your eyes barely meeting his. “It’s okay, I like it when you take charge sometimes.” He winked, his eyes shining as the light caught them.  

“You do?” You flickered your eyes up to meet his, his pupils blown as he looked over you, the loose material of his jersey riding up your stomach. “Sometimes. Other times, you know I like it when you’re at my mercy.” You shivered, his voice deep as the sleepiness lifted, replaced by something else entirely. “I like that too, but you know I like control too, I don’t feel like I have a lot of that lately-” You trailed off, memories of the night before running through your mind. You were soon yanked from those memories as Stiles’ fingers trailed over your shoulders, pulling you closer to him; the sheets entangling themselves around your legs. “You can always take control here. You know what you want. I know what you want so take control.” he almost purred, your teeth grazing your bottom lip.  

“Well if you insist.” You smiled, your eyes flickering over his lips as you swung your legs over his hips, your hands on his already bare chest. “You know Millie, you’re wearing my old jersey. I always fantasized about a girl wearing it, but now it’s happening i’m so glad no one else ever has.” You reached over to his mouth, your fingers pressing against his lips. “What jersey?” You quipped, your hands moving over the material before pulling it over your head. You threw it in the corner, unfussed about where it landed. “Okay, this view is even better.” Stiles sighed, his hands moving over your hips as you leaned forward. Your chest was flush against his as you pressed your lips to his, your tongue rolling over his for entrance as your hips bucked over his already hardening cock. “You really like the jersey don’t you Stiles?” You teased, your lips vibrating against his. “You think it was just the jersey?” He laughed, his hands pressing into yours as he flipped you, your back hitting the sheets.  

“I thought I was in control?” You giggled as Stiles kissed over your jaw, his hair flopping against your skin. “You were, I never said you’d be in control the entire time.” He smirked, returning back to your neck, peppering kisses over your skin, his teeth sinking into the sensitive spot below your ear. You sighed, relaxing into his touch, your body arching from the bed as his hips ground against yours. You felt raw as he moved down your body, his lips seemingly everywhere as teeth grazed your collarbones, mewls filling the air. Your hands found his skin; nails raking freckled flesh as his tongue circled your peaks, a sigh leaving your lips. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me Millie.” He groaned, his hips rocking forward against yours, your legs hitched around his waist. “I don’t know what I'm doing in general Stiles.” you laughed, his head whipping up a smirk on his lips. You winked to him, your head falling back against the pillows as Stiles moved down your body. His hands coasted your chest, your waist as he lifted the band of the boxers from your body.  

Fingers replaced material as he traced over your scars, the moles on your thighs as he moved closer to where you needed him most. “Please Stiles-” You begged, your hips bucking towards his fingers. “I need this-” You choked out as his fingers pressed against your clit, shivers sky rocketing through your body. “What do you need?” He asked, his voice low as his breath washed over you, the cool air setting your skin on fire. “I need you Stiles” You whispered as his fingers rolled over you again. “How badly?” He teased, his index finger rolling over your entrance as you writhed beneath him. “Bad.” You whined as he pulled up, his hands reaching to the band of his boxers. Pulling them down his thighs, he looked over you, his whiskey brown eyes tracking over every inch of your body. You licked over your lips as he grew closer to you, his fingers raking over your skin, hands roaming your thighs as he drew them around his waist.  

He dipped between you, his palm stroking over his cock as he pressed against you, his head teasing over your folds. You moaned, your head rolling back as his fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing small circles as his hips canted forward. You screwed your eyes shut, stars appearing in the darkness behind your lids as Stiles buried himself within you, his hips slowing to a stop. He paused, his breathing labored before he began again, his hands placed on your thighs. Moans filled the air as he sped up, his cock massaging against spots that made you see fireworks. Your teeth clamped down on your lip as his fingers found your clit again; teasing intricate patterns onto the sensitive nub. “St-” You whispered as you felt the coil within you tighten, sparks flying through your veins with every thrust. Your fingers found his chest, nails raking red lines into the skin as he sped up; his fingers still rolling over you as he yanked your leg higher.  

Groans filled the air as he pressed deeper into you, bottoming out completely. Your breathing hitched in your throat as you choked on moans, the coil tightening further. Your hands left his skin as you reached for the sheets, your fingers ripping through the soft material. Stiles didn’t seem to notice as he teased over you, his hips pulling back almost until he left you before slamming back into you. You cried out, your fingers holding onto scraps as your eyes screwed shut once again. Stiles’ hands moved from your thighs, his fingers grazing your skin as he pressed himself to you, your chest flush against his once more. Murmurs of your name left his mouth as he spoke into your neck, words punctuated with groans as he thrust faster. The coil within you was starting to mount, your heartbeat slamming in your chest as he pushed back up.  

“I want to see you baby, I want to see you cum.” He panted, your eyes finally opening as he spoke. His face was contorted in pleasure, his mouth hung open as he slammed into you. You could feel it coming, the first waves of your orgasm crashing over you as cries permeated the air. Your vision blurred as you surged from the bed, your arms anchoring you as you came. Air stifled in your lungs as you collapsed back to the bed, your throat raw and your lips red. Stiles didn’t relent as he pushed himself over his own edge, his hips staggering against yours. His fingers left your clit as he rolled off you, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. You drew in a shaky breath as your eyes began to water, your vision blurring as you placed your head on his chest. You lay there in silence as he battled to get his breath back, his cheeks flushed red. You blinked rapidly as you felt something in your eye, sharp and pointed as you squeezed your eyes shut. It didn't help, even as you lifted your fingers to your eyes, trying to calm the scratching sensation down.  

“Mill? What’s wrong?” Stiles asked, his arm wrapping over you as he pushed you from his chest. “I think there’s something in my eye. I can’t see properly.” You spoke, refusing to look at Stiles, your eyes screwed shut in attempt to stop the pain. You winced as it moved, dragging across your iris. “Stiles can you see anything?” You asked, slowly lifting your gaze to find Stiles’. Stiles’ eyes widened as you looked over him, seemingly for the first time, small details of his face more clear than they had ever been even in the low light. “Mill, your eyes are blue. But they can’t be blue because that means-” He spoke, his tone confused as he trailed off. “Don’t be stupid Stiles, you know my eyes are brown, seriously can you see anything? It really hurts.” You hit out playfully, Stiles’ expression serious. “I’m not being stupid. I can see and they are blue. Fucking blue.” He snapped, his arms hitting out, the wall beside him shaking as his fist connected with it. You jumped back, your heart hammering in your chest. “If you don’t believe me then go check for yourself.” He spoke quietly, his words barely audible over the blood rushing in your ears. It roared as you hung over the bed, your eyes quickly scanning over the room for his jersey.  

You crossed the room, your feet sinking into the carpet as you pulled the jersey back over your head, heading into the bathroom. Your eyes couldn’t possibly be blue. You didn’t wear contacts and you had always had deep brown eyes. The light flickered on, your arms flying up to protect yourself, the bulb almost burning your eyes as you looked in the mirror. “You weren’t lying.” You whispered, hoping Stiles would hear. Your normally dark irises were glowing blue, deep rings of cerulean where mahogany would reside. Tears pricked as your heart leapt in your chest. You reached for the door frame, your legs weakening beneath you. “Stiles, how could my eyes be blue?” You called out, barely making it through the door. “You’re not going to believe me at first. I need to tell you something Millie, something I should have told you when you took the job.” You swallowed thickly, bile rising in your throat as Stiles helped you back to the bed.  

You turned back to the board, your eyes scanning every image, every possible connection to this Peter guy. You huffed as you rubbed your eyes, the lack of sleep making them sting and water. “Millie, he’s not on the board. He won’t be, he’s smarter than that, he sticks to the shadows but loves the limelight. He’s going to fuck up somehow and that’s how you get him. He’s power hungry, but mostly he’s a self obsessed asshole.” Derek scoffed, as he looked back down at the file in his hand. “Trust me on this, it’s his pattern, I've never seen him get this far though. He always gets in his own way or gets stopped by now, he’s grown smarter, broken the pattern slightly.” He looked confused as you walked to the couch, your feet dragging as you were overcome with exhaustion.  

“Derek I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but can you like fuck off and come back tomorrow? I feel like I’m going to pass out, it’s been the longest week of my life.” He flashed a toothy grin. “I won’t be here tomorrow morning. I’ll be on the east coast I have some pac- business to attend to over there. A branch of the company isn’t performing so well, we left some rather young people in charge and they are royally fucking everything up.” You sighed. “How long are you going to be over there?” You prayed it wasn’t going to be too long, you wanted this case to be over and done with. It was a constant weight and you were crumbling underneath it. “I’ll be gone at least a week, depends how much damage Liam and Hayden have done there, it could be a disaster. Knowing them it is.” You sighed.

“I guess I can wait a week, can you give me any more leads?” You rubbed your temples, a headache starting behind your eyes. “Yeah, his name is Peter Hale, you might want to look into the Hale fire, it’s the house in this picture. You’re going to need an axe and some decent shoes. Don’t go at night, especially on a full moon.” He winked and you grimaced. “Why shouldn’t I go on a full moon?” You laughed. “It brings all the crazies into the woods.” You gave him a half smile as he placed the file back on the coffee table. He brushed off his jeans before standing. “I’ll email you everything I have when I get cross country. It’ll be some time tomorrow?” You nodded, your eyes drooping. “But for now I need sleep. Thank you and I’m sorry I was an ass.” He smiled. “It’s okay, it’s been a long day. Happy Thanksgiving.” He waved as he made his way over to the door. “Happy Thanksgiving Derek.” He gave a weary half smile as he left, the door clicking shut and leaving you to your own devices.  

You stayed tucked up on the couch for a while longer, looking for what he found, searching Peter on your laptop. You ended up falling asleep after you could no longer see the screen in front of you. Your eyes had given up and you shut them for just a second. You awoke to banging on the door, rousing you from the best sleep you've had in weeks. You yawned before stumbling groggily to the door. “Hi.” Stiles stood at your door, his eyes lowered as he held up a coffee cup and a brown paper bag from the deli nearby. “I bring apology gifts for the rude awakening” You grumbled, snatching the bag from his hands as he held out the coffee. His golden eyes found your scowl, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Can I be forgiven?” He smiled, his entire face lighting up as he took one of the coffees. You reached for that too. “These are both mine but you have free roam to make your own in my kitchen. Then I might consider forgiving you.”

You huddled yourself back onto the couch, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch. “What are you doing here so early Stiles?” you asked as you sank into the well worn cushions, gripping the coffee like it was your only life source. “I came to ask if you needed any time off. You’ve been working like crazy and I thought you’d maybe accept the offer of some paid holiday time. It won’t dig into your actual allotment. I promise you that, people are just concerned.” he smiled as he tried to take the bag of pastries from you. “Hands off Stilinski, I don’t share before 9am.” He pounced forwards, grabbing the bag anyway, glancing at the watch on his wrist. “You’re fresh out of luck Millie, it’s half 10. Not before 9am so hand em over.” You passed him the bag, grumbling as you bit into the croissant, your mood lightening with each passing bite. “You calm now?” Stiles’ eyes tracked yours as you nodded. “About the time off, would you take it?” You shook your head, clearing your throat before talking. “I don’t need time off. I need to have full access. But clearly I'm not to have it. I think I might have some leads though, I just need to follow them, if you’d prefer I do them on my own time then I will, but as for now i’m still fit to work.” You gave him a half smile as you sipped your coffee. “Who’s worried about me?” You enquired, Stiles’ attention diverted away from you quickly.  

“It’s a secret.” He turned back to you, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swiftly downed the rest of his drink. “I feel like a lot of things are a secret, I feel like this whole company is hiding something.” He looked stricken, the fear quickly dissipating as he cracked a giant smile that lit up his face. “Everyone has secrets, even you. It’s a good job you’re a great private investigator. I’m sure if you think we have secrets you’ll figure them out. On your own time of course.” You nodded. “Of course.” You smiled, curling your feet up beneath you. “Did you need anything else Stiles? Or was it strictly business?” His eyes darkened as you smirked at him, the edge of your nightdress clinging to your chest, the hem of it high on your thigh. “I did come here for business but I could be swayed to make a minor adjustment on the agenda.” He winked as you lay back on the couch, his hand pressing on your thigh. “I think I'd like that, but don’t we need to get to the office? It’s a half day, not a no show day?” He pulled back, standing before reaching his hands out to you. “Looks like you should get ready for work, you need to be there in less than hour.” He pointed to the clock face on his watch. “Could I be excused if I was working with the boss?” You batted your lashes at him as his eyes darkened.  

“I don’t know, you would need to persuade me.” You licked over your lips. “Didn’t I tell you I was head of my debate team? And that I never lost? I do make a compelling argument, I could’ve been a lawyer.” You stood to your feet, pulling the straps of your nightdress from your shoulders, the satin gripping onto your curves. Stiles’ eyes were glued to yours as it slipped down your frame, pooling around your ankles. His eyes trailed over your body, his tongue darting over his lips as he shifted in his seat. “I can see why, I mean I might be compelled enough to give you a bit of leeway, I think I need some more persuading though.” His voice was breathy as he set his mug back on the coffee table. “Well if you follow me I have a detailed explanation as to why I will be late into the office today.” You walked away from him slowly, reaching behind you to undo the straps of your bra. “Point number one.” You held your bra away from your body, letting it drop to the floor, the metal clinking against polished wood. He nodded, rising to stand and follow you. You continued your way to the bathroom, ridding yourself of your panties as you stood in the doorway.  

“My final point is I simply cannot shower properly if there is two people in there.” You looked at him through dark lashes, his body getting closer to yours with every breath. “Great argument. Brilliant points, and I have no doubt in my mind that you could’ve been a lawyer. However I am personally glad you were nosey enough to become a private investigator. I’m sure I can wrangle you some extra time.” His breath was hot on your skin, the skin of his lips pressing lightly against your neck. He slotted his body against yours, his hands gripping onto your waist. He pressed you against the wood of the door, the cool surface sending shivers down your spine. His cock strained against the confines of his jeans, his nose pressing against your skin as he peppered your neck with kisses. His hands slid over your waist, the rough sensation of his fingerpads waking something deep within you. You moaned as you hitched your leg on his hip, his hand holding it in place, keeping you somewhat balanced. You laced your fingers in his hair as his teeth grazed your collarbone, his hips pushing forwards into yours. “We’re going to be late, my boss is going to kill me.” You choked out, your jaw hanging slack as he bit down on the sensitive skin. “I’m sure your boss is having a great morning and will be more than happy to arrange a meeting to discuss your absence.” He whispered against your skin, the vibrations running along your body, jolting you forward. He reached for the handle of the door, pulling away from you.  

Once inside his lips attacked yours, fighting for dominance as you palmed over his shirt, undoing the buttons with a quick precision. He shook it from his body, his lips never seemingly leaving yours as you reached for the shower controls. He slapped your hand away, pulling your hand further down as he turned the handle. You undid the button on his jeans, your fingers trembling with anticipation. He pulled away quickly, his lips swollen and red as he shook out his jeans, his boxers followed, tossing them in the corner of the room. The shower came on as steam filled the room, the spray hitting your skin before the curtain was pulled over. Stiles pulled you to him again, pushing you into the water, him following suit. The water careened over your head, your eyes unfocusing as you turned your attention to Stiles’ body. The water dropped over his shoulders, racing down into the dark hair on his lower stomach. A groan rumbled in his chest as you reached down, your hand clasping around his cock. He pumped forward, his lip caught between his teeth, his hair sticking to his forehead. He spun around so you pressed against the cool tile, his hands pressing on your hips, keeping you flush there.  

His lips found yours, quickly pressing there before his lips coasted down your neck once more, his lips fire on your water soaked skin. Your fingers ran over his goose-pimpled skin, the space between his moles and scratch marks from the day before. You lost yourself in the sensation of him on your skin, the mixture of cool tile and wandering hands. Stiles’ nose pressed into the crook of your neck, nudging for access as you craned towards the water, spray running through your lashes as his teeth grazed your skin. He gripped you to him as his hips ground into yours, his need growing with every kiss he lay on you. His breath came ragged as you rolled against him, your hands leaving his shoulders as you reached between your bodies. His voice was hoarse as he whispered his voice barely audible over the droning noise.  

“You realize you are on your last warning Millie, one more insubordination and I will have to take drastic measures.” The crack in his voice didn’t dull the spark that ran through your body at his words. He continued to kiss along your chest, his fingers veering from their spot on your hips. He ground into you, his lips dragging and catching as his breathing hitched. Your hand sank lower, the water making it easier to slide your hand down his stomach as his hair stuck to his forehead. “What kind of insubordination Stilinski?” You caught his eyes, his lip swollen and red as he bit down on it, your fingers trailing over the head of his cock. “Well if you don’t do something with that hand it’s grounds for immediate action.” You bit your lip as you retracted your hand, slipping it up past his chest, the backs of your hands against the tile as you surrendered to him. “What did you have in mind boss?” You whispered as he groaned at the loss of contact. “You’ll have to wait and see, I should inform you though that by the end of it you won’t be asking for it to be over.” He winked as his hands snaked up to your wrists, before pulling you away from the wall. His lips found yours as he quickly pressed a kiss there, his hands now guiding you to turn and face the wall.  

“You know, you’re the reason that the office came so fucking close to having a skirt ban. I couldn’t concentrate, get any work done because you’d tease me with skirts so short they could almost be classed as belts.” His voice was rough as his nose pressed into the top of your back, his fingers tracing patterns over your hips. You trembled, your footing already unsure as you wobbled on your toes, his hands now gripping your ass as he talked. “But I couldn’t ban everyone, it wouldn’t be fair, we do live in California. So I’ve been distracted, not keeping score on your warnings. I think it’s time we changed that fact don’t you?” You nodded meekly, your body aching for his touch as his hands massaged over you. His right hand pulled from you before slapping back against the skin, his fingers soothing the stinging he’d caused.  

You yelped at the contact, your body jolting further onto the cool tile. “Answer me, It’s time don’t you think?” You tried to speak, but the breath you had been holding had blocked the words. “Millie.” His voice was deep and stern and not at all like him. “Answer me.” his hand pulled away again as it slapped back again, the stinging more intense than before. Your legs trembled as you stood against the tile, your body electric as his fingers smoothed over your skin. You spoke quietly, Stiles’ breath coasting over your body. “Yes.” He pulled away slightly, his arms snaking around your hips. “Yes?” he responded, his tone questioning. “Show some respect.” He groaned, his hips rolling against your ass. “Yes boss.” He smiled, his lips curling as he bit into the soft spot at the top of your back. You bit  back a yelp as his hands coasted down your hips, his fingers finding their way between your legs. His fingers delved towards you, coasting over your sensitive clit before retracting. “Do you think you deserve to be punished though Millie?” Your name rolled off his tongue and you shivered with excitement for what lay ahead. You nodded your head, your hair sticking to your lips. “Yes boss” Stiles moved behind you, his body sliding against yours with ease.  

“Do you trust me?” You couldn’t answer as you quivered, his hands spreading warmth through your cooling body. “Millie?” His tone was gruff as he talked, his words vibrating down your spine. You felt the water move over you, the source coming closer, pelting against your waist. “I trust you Stiles.” you spoke as the water moved over your stomach, the knot within tightening. “Good, now spread your legs for me baby.” You bit down on your lip as you adjusted yourself, his cock pressing harder against your ass. “Are you ready for your punishment now?” A moan was all that left your lips as the water from the showerhead moved further down your torso, the spray hitting the inner of your thigh. “I’ll take that as a yes. Come here.” He pulled you from the wall, pulling you to his chest as the water hit between your legs, the pressure of the water rolling over your clit in waves. Your chest rose and fell quickly, the air in the shower thick with steam as you panted. His hand gripped your waist keeping you against him as you bucked, the warm water sending volts through your body. His lips trailed down your neck, biting softly as the pressure of the water intensified. You lost yourself in the feeling of the spray, the water hitting over you in a way that had you a squirming mess. Curse words littered the air as your muscles tensed; Stiles fingers digging into your hip to keep you in place. “Millie, you can’t cum until I say so.” His words shocked through you as you moaned, your body writhing against Stiles’. “Do you understand me?” You moaned a reply, too focused on the way you were feeling and keeping your breathing steady.  

Your head span as it fell forward, the knot inside of you tightening quickly. Stiles moved the shower head between your legs, varying the pressure, relishing in your reactions as you writhed. “Stiles-” You managed to choke out his name as you grasped onto his wrists, your nails leaving ragged half moons in his freckled skin. “Hold it.” he demanded. You whined as your body spasmed, trying to hold on to the edge that was crumbling beneath you. Your body shook, the first waves of your orgasm ebbed through you. Stiles held you to him, his breathing staggered as he pressed himself into you, his own need growing with every moan that fell from your lips. “I said hold it.” You whined again, your back arching against his chest, cool water dripping down from your hair over your hardened nipples. “-please.” You begged as Stiles pulsed the water over your clit. “What was that?” He asked, the water pressure easing off slightly. “Please Stiles. I need it.” You whined, your vision beginning to blur as you ground yourself against him, trying to glean any friction you could. “I want you to beg for it. Show me how much you want it.” You bit down on your lip as he pressed the shower head closer to you.  

“I want it so much it hurts. Stiles. I need it. I need to cum.” Your words were barely a whisper. “Have you earned it?” You rippled against him, the edges of your vision blurring even more as you gripped the dripping wall. “Yes. I need to cum Stiles. Please.” He shook his head. “You have no respect. I want you to beg. Beg for it.” You screwed your eyes shut as your lips quivered. “Please boss. Can I cum?” You whined. “Cum for me baby girl.” He whispered in your ear, his cock twitching against you. That was all it took to send you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you so violently your body fell forward against the wall. The cool tile shocked your system, the fire and ice colliding within you making your breathing stop. You sank back against Stiles as he moved the spray of the water over your body, warming the goose-pimpled surface.  

You regained your breath, your legs still weak beneath you, but Stiles kept you up, the water soothing your aching skin. “Do you think that was enough to make up your mistakes?” You shook your head as Stiles spun you around, his body closer to you than before. “No boss.” You bit back a smile, looking at him through water logged lashes. “That was the correct answer.” He smirked; your body coursing with electricity at the slightest quiver of his lip. “So what do you propose then?” You smiled back at him, a hint of mischief in your eye. His hands moved from your hips as he spoke, his fingertips grazing your waist as you stared back into his lust blown eyes. “I feel like this is extremely one sided. I want to see how hard you work.” His hands now on your shoulders as he pushed down till you were crouching, your back pressed against the tile. You took him in your hand, pumping him slightly as you looked up, his eyes closing as he thrust into your hand. You licked over your lips before taking him into your mouth, smiling as curses filled the air. “Fuck” he stammered as you circled his head, your tongue rolling over him languidly. You quirked your eyebrow before hollowing your cheeks and taking him to his base, a groan vibrating through his body.  

You hummed as you bobbed your head, your tongue working figure eights over him as his fingers laced in your hair, pushing you further down him. You pulled back suddenly, your mouth tight around him as he fell from your mouth. You smiled up at him as you gripped him again, pumping him into your mouth whilst your tongue worked over his head. His hips juddered forward as he caught himself on the wall, his fingers digging into the scalp on your head. “Mill-” He choked out as you slammed yourself back on him, tears pricking your eyes as you bobbed once more. “Enough” He pulled you from him, hoisting you up to your feet, his hands snaking down your thighs as he lifted you to the wall. “Do I need to beg for it boss? Do you need me to beg to be fucked?” You asked lightly, your eyes looking innocently up at his own. “You need to shut up, unless you’re screaming my name you needn’t talk.” He murmured, his hips slotting between your own as you hooked your legs over his waist. “Yes boss, only speak when spoken to I understand” You winked at him as his lip curled in a smirk, his cock teasing over your sensitive clit. “Glad you understand.” His voice was husky as he teased against your entrance, giving you a taste of what you wanted before pulling back. You went to protest but a mewl escaped your lips.  

Stiles smiled, his teeth biting into his lips as he pushed into you, his moan chorusing in the air with your own. He stilled a second, regaining his composure before thrusting into you. You gripped his shoulders, nails digging in the surface as he pounded into you, his cock hitting new spots with every thrust. His muscles strained under his skin as his fingers slipped beneath your knees, his balance thrown off kilter. He buried his head in your neck, littering your bare skin with kisses and hot open mouth moans. Your head flew back as he gripped you tighter, his thrusts getting harder as his orgasm approached. You moaned uselessly as the knot inside you tighten inexplicably, the pressure rocketing through you. He teased, slowing his hips as you clutched him closer to you, your own head buried against his collarbone. “Cum for me Millie.” He demanded as you bit down on his neck, your tongue flickering over the sensitive skin there. You moaned, the sound muffled by him and the constant droning of the shower, long forgotten as it splashed your skin. You cried out, the pressure getting the best of you as Stiles slammed into your relentlessly, his orgasm crashing over him. He stammered, his hips slowing as you fell, your breathing getting harder to control as you came. You stayed there, the water falling over your skin as you both tried to move, your bodies tired.  

“So boss did I make up for my mistakes?” You quipped as your feet hit the floor once more. He nodded, his tongue rolling over his teeth as he bit back a smile. “You did more than that. Slate’s clean.” He winked as he stepped into the water, his hands running through his hair. “So no more punishments?” You pouted, joining him as you ran your fingers along his stomach. “I never said that.” He spoke a matter of factly. The shower trailed off after you’d both washed off the filth you’d accumulated. “I’ll see you at work?” Stiles spoke after he’d dressed, watching as you’d pulled your stockings up your legs, the lace you adorned yourself with underneath a dress. “I’ll see you there boss.” You winked as he left, leaving you alone with your thoughts.  

The walk to work was quick for you, a mere stop at the coffee shop was the only thing making you late. You wandered in, waving at hungover co workers as you tucked your files beneath your arm. Your office was a sight to be seen, the lack of sleep clearly shown in your space. You spent a while tidying it before a knock on your door interrupted you. “Yes?” You answered the door to Lydia, her eyes darting as she looked up and down the hallway. “Can I come in?” She sounded nervous, something completely unheard of for her. “Sure?” You gestured her in as she took a place on your couch, a book pressed to her chest. You recognized it from her office, she’d hid it from you for months now and you still yearned to read its pages. “You can’t tell anyone i’m doing this. If Stiles and Scott or anyone else knew what I was doing here they’d kill me.” She spoke in a hushed tone, her eyes still darting as she spoke. “Okay Lyds, I’m going to need you to elaborate on why they would kill you and you’re still paranoid in a near soundproof office.” You stayed calm, sitting opposite her, your elbows resting on your knees. “It’s complicated, you know the saying ‘The walls have eyes?’ Well in these offices it’s more like the walls have ears. And honey these walls are the farthest thing from soundproof.” You blushed. “What?” You whispered. “What? Anyway, I have this for you. Do not tell a soul that I gave you it.” She stood, smoothing her skirt before handing you the old leather bound book.  

You quirked your brow, looking at her with confusion. “Lydia, not to toot my own horn but I'm smart. I’m not Martin level smart. I can’t read Latin.” You pointed to the script on the binding. “It’s not just Latin.” Lydia shrugged as you shot her a look of confusion. “It’s archaic Latin. I read okay?!” She shrugged, crossing the room to join you as she flipped open the pages. “Everything is transcribed.” She pointed to the handwritten notes, the dioramas that littered the pages. “That’s cool, I mean thanks for the book but why would this get you killed?” You asked her as her head whipped around as footsteps echoed through the hallway outside. “Millie, I'm not actually going to die. God, it’s like you don’t understand hyperbole. The books a bestiary. I can’t tell you anymore about it I'm sorry. But I couldn’t watch you go in blind.” She smiled as she snapped the pages shut, tucking it away in your drawer. “Go in blind to what?” She avoided your gaze, her hands clasped behind your back. “It’s just a hunch okay? I want you to be prepared!” She sat back down on the couch, more relaxed now she didn’t have the book. “Millie, I know Stiles has offered you a couple of days to work the case. You should take them. I’m serious.” She stared at you with a look that could kill. “What do you mean Lydia?” You asked but she avoided the question. She looked around, noting the half unpacked boxes. “You should really decorate this place. I’ll bring boards!” She stood, busying herself as she chattered away.  

“Lydia!” You near shouted, her small frame jumping at the volume of your voice. “I’m sorry I can’t help you Millie, read the book, take a few days and come back to us.” She wandered to the door, her smile small as she looked back on you. “If you forgive us.” She opened the door, disappearing into the hallway leaving almost all your questions unanswered. You spent the next hour even debating whether or not to look at the book, your eyes almost boring a hole in the drawer it sat in. You gave up, flicking through the pages, trying to see what it was she was trying to show you. Hours later and you felt like your life had changed, the cleaning you had done earlier all for naught as you tipped your office upside down looking at old case files that had redacted information. Things were coming together and falling apart. You left the office quickly, not stopping for a chat with everyone like you usually would. You went home, crumbling under the weight of the boxes you carried. You spread them throughout your living room, papers covering every surface. Hours passed and the sun went down, your brain buzzing with information. Derek had sent over the files and now things made sense.  

You knew where to find Peter Hale but you had a call to make first. You dressed quickly, piling into the car you’d rented out whilst in Beacon Hills. If you’re suspicions were right you had to work fast, tonight might be your only night to crack this. You revved the engine, peeling off into the night as you drove to the Hale house, your heart in your stomach. You clicked off the engine, everything plunged into darkness as you looked over the burnt husk of a building. You pulled out your phone, dialing the one person you wanted to talk to. Stiles’ phone went to voicemail, your heart plummeting even more. “Stiles it’s Millie. I cracked the case but that’s not all, not only will this case be my first it will also be my last. After this case is done I’m gone. I hereby tender my resignation effective immediately. Thank you for this opportunity.” You held back tears as you clicked off the call. Beacon Hills was a strange place and you didn’t fit into that equation. You let the tears fall as you sat in your car, waiting for a stranger.