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In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

      Ennis followed a well-dressed older man down a hallway of elegant white walls with dark wood trim. The walls, and side tables that decorated the striking hallway had been littered with pictures of the family who lived in the estate. Happy, mirthful faces looked up at him behind protective glass. Vacations, birthdays, and professional photography created a road map of a family who had been close. He found himself drawn to one picture in particular of the teenage boy that seemed to be the most predominant in each of the pictures. His smile wide and confident enough to draw Ennis in, and wonder who he had been. He had picked up one of the pictures of the teenager in a Beacon Hills High basketball jersey leaning against his fellow teammates. For a moment, Ennis forgot that he had someone to follow and instead stared at the picture. He was unaware of the numbers on his wrist, so familiar with them that it went unnoticed that the numbers slowly ticked down to 00:00:00.

     ”Ennis?”

     The sound of his name drew his attention from the picture. His brow knitted and he held up the picture. “Who is this?”

     "That’s my son, Derek." The man approached and took the picture from Enni’s fingers and he allowed it. He turned his umber gaze back to the protective glass and the picture that it guarded. "That was his last basketball game — he scored them the win," the well-dressed man said proudly.

     "Is he Talia’s?" Ennis asked.

     Ennis looked at the man, who glared at him sharply. In the end, the human in front of him relented to the gaze but did not take his eyes off of Ennis. Perhaps Talia had taught the human well after all. “You mean is he mine from a previous marriage or if he is Talia’s and is a werewolf?” He nodded simply and the man sighed and started back down the hallway where he paused at the door and opened it to reveal a lavish study. “He’s a werewolf like his sisters. My wife will be down in a minute.”

                                   00:00:20

     Down the staircase ran a little girl with a high-pitched squeal of laughter as she held tightly to a basketball. Ennis’ head jerked up as a powerful growl sounded from the top of the stairs. He only could see a flash. Strong hands gripped the banister and the body lunged over the side and came down hard against the wooden panels on the first floor. “CORA! GIVE ME BACK MY AUTOGRAPHED BASKETBALL!” The teenager snarled.

     "DADDY DEREK IS GOING TO EAT ME! HELP!" squealed the youngest, who Ennis assumed was Cora. The little wolf ran passed him, and caused him to hug the wall. He stepped away, only to feel someone collide into his back. He turned to glare.

                                         00:00:00 

     The teenager peered up at him, and for a moment, Ennis saw a flicker of fear cross Derek’s eyes before it was replaced with confidence and fearlessness. “Move you big mountain!” Ennis allowed Derek to push him aside and run after his little sister.

     Mr. Hale let go of the study door and yelled after his children before he turned back to Ennis. ‘You can wait in the study - DEREK! CORA! COME BACK HERE!”

     He tilted his head and watched the human run after his two werewolf children and for a moment wondered how that worked. How could he subdue two children that may never respect him - or perhaps they did. Both Ennis’ parents had been werewolves and not mixed. Ennis winced as his wrist spasmed and he rose it up and pulled down the sleeve to scratch. Briefly, his eyes darted at the clock embedded into his flesh but paid no mind to it as he entered the study to wait to introduce himself to Talia Hale.

                              52594:56:30

SEND ME A “WHAT?!” FOR MY CHARACTER’S REACTION TO YOURS SLIDING THEIR HAND IN MY CHARACTER’S PANTS.

                       Ennis leaned back into a more recumbent position as the football game played on his (actually it was stolen) television and the cold beer was pressed to his lips. The flavor exploded on his tongue, awakened further by his keen wolf senses and caused him to hum in approval at the taste. It had been a month, perhaps two, since he, Cora and Derek had left Beacon Hills behind them for a vacation. It had been a month since Cora had split off to do her own thing which left both him and Derek alone. Derek, who had submitted early on to becoming Ennis' beta. The first of his new pack. Having Derek with him in that hotel room in Canada was a relaxing moment for the normally tightly coiled Alpha. It had been a surprise even to him.

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                    Ennis had been for most of the day - errands for Deaton as it was the least he could do for the Emissary for his assistance. He had returned to the small apartment that the vet had procured for him and knew something had changed when he crossed the threshold. Mainly, it was that the window was opened. Instantly, his claws extended with a spasm of muscle in his hand and a low growl rolled from his throat. He carefully searched, the coil of his fury building with each step that he took out into the rooms. It tightened and tightened until he reached the bedroom where it suddenly lost it's build up. His claws retracted at the sight of Derek sleeping in his bed, pressed against the wall.

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                                    Ennis was not the friendliest sort, but when it came to Derek Hale there had been a silent promise between the two that he would attempt his best public demeanor when around others. The road trip that Ennis had taken with both Derek and Cora after Jennifer Blake had been silenced and Deucalion had been defeated was Ennis' idea so that he could practice being in control of his fury that burned inside his chest. He should have been given a metal when left alone with Cora simply because he did not rip her throat out with his claws because she would make a smart comment about Derek, or how she didn't trust him. She didn't need to trust him, and rightly so because Ennis still had the urge to murder the Hale. That had been the only thing that saved her from him. She was a Hale, and she was Derek's sister. The strange attraction that he and the other male had for one another after they had both fallen to their near deaths had been difficult to define at first.

                                    Instincts now told Ennis that Derek was his alone.

                                    Cora had long since left to assist Derek in a personal mission. Ennis didn't ask, because he could care less and if Derek wanted him to know then he would be told. It did however leave Derek and he alone for the first time since they had left Beacon Hills and the larger Alpha had taken advantage of that fact and approached his Beta as if he were prey to be devoured. For a wolf of great size, his plump hands had been surprisingly soft as they removed Derek's clothes one by one. When Derek protested, a sharp growl that rumbled from Ennis' chest silenced the other. Each piece of fabric had been carefully removed until all that had been left were Derek's underwear. The Alpha took great care as he knelt (and still came put to Derek's chest on his knees) and looked up at his Beta.

                                    Thickset fingers curled around the fabric of the other wolf's underwear and slowly started to pull them down, only stopping when Derek's hand came to graze against his chiseled jawline. He stopped then and pulled the other wolf's hand over to his lips with one large hand and gingerly kissed each pad of his Beta's fingertips before placing a kiss to the center of his palm.