[Once inside, Stiles heads for the bed, crawling onto it with that pleased smile on his face as he makes his way over to Derek and curls up, head resting on his chest, arm over his body to keep him close. In the morning, Stiles will be mortified, probably angry at himself, and maybe a little panicked about why this keeps happening. For now, he's just a happy werewolf curling up with his packmate.
Even if Derek doesn't have his Alpha, or even werewolf powers, he's still a werewolf in Stiles' mind. That makes him pack. That makes him his, apparently, since he's the Alpha.]
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Even if Derek doesn't have his Alpha, or even werewolf powers, he's still a werewolf in Stiles' mind. That makes him pack. That makes him his, apparently, since he's the Alpha.]