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The entire pack was at the Pack House.  The sound of skin on skin filled the living room as various members fucked one another.  But the alpha was the prize.  To be mated by the alpha.  To be bred by the alpha.

But Scott only had eyes for one.

“Stiles?”

He’s blushing.

The letter had been postdated.  It was designed to be sent on a certain date; and that date had come years after the author had died.

It stated that his ex had given birth to a child.  One who was biologically a girl, but whose true gender was that of a boy.  She went on to talk about how amazing Stiles was, and that by the time he got the letter, Stiles would be eighteen.

The letter had gotten lost in the mail for a few years, so by the time Tony actually received it; his son would be twenty one.

He had missed his kid’s entire childhood and he was angry.  He had wanted to be a good father.  And he was.  He knew he was.  Because there was Alex, who had grown into a fine young man of 30, and then there was Morgan and Edwin, 6 and 3 respectivly.

But Stiles...he had missed Stiles.

Scott hadn’t been at school that day which was odd. The guy hardly ever skipped and when he did everyone knew he wouldn’t be coming in. The surprise absence caused for a curious conversation at lunch, where the pack threw ideas back and forth about where he might be. All attempts to call him or text failed. But no one really thought it odd that Scott wasn’t answering his phone. Maybe it broke. 

What rightfully caused confusion was when asked if he’d go to Scott’s house after school to give him the homework he missed, Liam, the resident pack puppy gave Stiles a confused look. “Scott?” Liam frowned. “Scott who?” Any further attempts to get into contact with Scott failed. 

If may have been just a prank, but it would be an odd one. 

Unbeknownst to any of them, a new manner of mayhem had entered Beacon Hills. Slowly he’d been altering the lives of it’s residents over the past few weeks. He’d just come to warp the life of Scott McCall. Having taken up his home as a base camp, Aaron would be there if anyone sought the True Alpha out. 

Erica sat draped on the couch as she absentmindedly swiped through tinder. “Do you ever think it would be easier for us to all be in a polyamorous pack where people can have whatever level of committment and connection that they want? Because I do.” Dating as a werewolf was hard and complicated, it meant always having to keep a big part of herself secret.

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