#stilinski pack

“Peter, Peter, come on,” Chris was pulling the wolf halfway into his lap. “We got you, you’re safe.”

Peter struggled against him, clearly still too out of it to realize who he was with or what was happening. Stiles crawled closer so he was kneeling right in front of Chris and Peter. He grabbed the wolf’s face with both hands, forcing him to hold still and look at him.

“Hey, Peter. Quit it,” Stiles instructed firmly. “I need you to get your shit together and calm down for now, because I do not want to drug you any further. I will if I have to, because if you wolf out in this tiny-ass van, we are all going to have a problem. So, will you be good?”

Peter’s eyes were glassy and unfocused and it turned Stiles’ stomach because those eyes were supposed to be sharp and all-seeing. Seeing Stiles in a way nobody else ever had. Peter blinked a few times and seemed to be looking at him. Stiles held his gaze, until the wolf whined and bared his throat, going lax in Chris’ hold, much to the surprise of everybody aside from Stiles.

“Yes, Alpha,” Peter whispered softly, voice slurred.

Stiles smiled pleased and ran his hands down from Peter’s face, cupping his neck and letting his touch linger there to squeeze gently, further soothing the distressed wolf.

When Derek and Stiles get together Derek goes to the Stilinski house to initiate Sheriff into his pack:

Derek: Sheriff youre part of the Hale pack now

Sheriff who’s forever the alpha: No. You’re part of the Stilinski pack now.