#melofttroll

NY Times bestseller Derek Hale hates a lot of things about being a modern author. Like being recognized, like needing a social media presence, like not being able to buy his own boxed spaghetti noodles without being asked for a selfie. Facing writer's block, he escapes to his old hometown of Beacon Hills, at his sister's insistence, for some reprieve and hopefully motivation. It's there his attention is captured by a gangly, socially awkward teacher, and the tiny little toddler at his side who know him only as that one basketball player who fled town at fifteen after his girlfriend burnt his house down.

Stiles is doing just fine. Really. He's totally over his divorce, and he's comfortable and settled far away from Pack Business, and his ex-husband Derek Hale. But when a viral article about a dead, so-called werewolf ends up in his hands, Stiles is forced to investigate. Of course it's nothing, right? I mean, these things are always nothing. That is, until he finds the wolfsbane surrounding the dead wolf's body, and then sees his ex-husband waiting by his apartment door.