A/N: I apologize for not posting last Monday😞 I have been camping for the past two weeks without wifi.

   Stiles jumps up on all fours and sprints under the narrow space under the couch before Derek can say anything. Derek stands up just in time to see a figure standing in the doorway as the sliding door slowly and noisily slides open.

"Where is he?"

"Why?" Asks Derek, protective of the small fox that was so easily frightened.

"I know he's here." Says Mason.

"No you don't." Derek counters.

Mason looks around trying to find him.

"Why would he even be here." Asks Derek, keeping his voice steady.

"Last time I checked, you didn't own a red hoodie."

Derek glances over at the couch littered with his and Stiles' clothes.

"Were you guys-" Mason starts off.

'Maybe Stiles is gay.' Mason thinks.

"No!" Derek almost shouts. The wolf in the back of Derek's mind mentally shows a small slide show of Stiles removing his shirt to reveal his slim, muscular figure.

Mason nods slowly. "Stiles?!" he shouts.

No answer.

"Stiles?!" Mason tries again.

Stiles lays quietly under the couch debating whether the boy was trustworthy. He did tell him what the pack had planned. He didn't seem to happy with it either.

All of the sudden Stiles felt a magnetic pull wanting to lead him out from the cover of the couch. The magnetic pull was split in half, one side felt a little more electrifying while the other felt more longing.

Stiles is about to tilt his head in confusion when his head smacks the underneath of the couch. Which ends up poorly.

Mason hears a small thud and a yelp following. Only a millisecond later a small fox bolts out from under the couch and into the middle of the room before realizing there was no other places to hide.

Stiles cowers low to the ground and tucks his tail under himself.

Mason is the first to approach him.

"Why do you have a fox Derek?"

"Don't be that optimistic." Derek says with a slight growl that chilled Stiles' bones with the same electrifying magnetic feeling he felt coming from when he was under the couch.

"No way." Replies Mason with wide eyes. He crouches down and puts his hand out towards Stiles.

Stiles body feels the longing feeling pulse through his body as he allowed Mason to touch his head and move his fingers graciously until it reached the black mark on Stiles' fur.

"Stiles?"

Stiles gives a small nervous chirp in response.

"Wow." Mason almost gasps in amazement as he stands back up, a longing feeling coursing through his veins in the hand  that had touched Stiles.

Derek watches Mason interact with Stiles with a small pang of jealousy running through his chest.

Stiles looks up at Mason and Derek in confusion as he feels the pulls go towards each of them.

Without further notice a figure steps down the stairs where he was standing.

"Looks like my dear nephew has an incoming problem." Says Peter with a smirk as he looks at the small fox still standing completely motionless.

"What the fuck Peter?!" Yells Derek. "Why do you even live here still?!"

Thats what Stiles wants to know.

"Well you see dear nephew, and uh, Mason?" He looks at the teen who happened to be staring at Stiles, "I live here only because you are kind enough to let me. And plus, I can share this upcoming conflict with you." He smirks again at Stiles.

"Upcoming conflict?" Asks Mason.

"Why yes." Nods Peter.

Stiles couldn't help but think that Peter was taking advantage of whatever feelings he just felt. Whatever he felt, Peter sensed it, and knew what it meant.

"Well Derek, do you remember the stories your mother used to tell the pups when she was alive?"

Derek's heart jumps at the mention of his mother causing Stiles to be put on edge. "What one?" He asks through gritted teeth.

"The one about the three lovers, a young woman falls in love with two men, both werewolf ironically," Peter rolls his eyes, " of course she doesn't know that if a werewolf is lucky enough to find a mate that they are automatically bonded for life when they meet." Peter smirks, "She didn't know that the one she didn't choose would be hurt beyond repair."

"He would die." Says Mason.

Everyone turns to the young boy with questioning looks.

"What, I read it somewhere."

"Ok young boy, tell us what happens next." Replies Peter, smirk turning into a foolish grin.

Mason gulps and looks at Stiles and Derek, who where staring intently. "She chose one of course," his voice is quite shaky, "and the lucky one was happy."

"What happened to the other one Mason?" Asks Peter.

"He died. He died because his mate didn't choose him."

"What does this even have to do with an 'upcoming problem'?!" Shouts Derek.

Stiles mind flops and Peter grins at him.

"Why doesn't the young werefox explain it to you, he seems to understand quite well." Peter says, not breaking his stare with the fox.

Stiles' tail curls up under him, he knew what it meant. However it was just a story, a myth to be exact. He thinks again, but sometimes myth and truth can come together and form reality.

"So Stiles, what do you think it means?" The wolf asks, flashing his ice blue eyes at him causing Stiles to let out a small whimper.

Stiles shifts back quickly, his tail covering his privates and looking at Derek and Mason, sorrow and grief washing over his whiskey brown eyes, "It's you two. Oh my god I'm gonna kill one of you."

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   As soon as the bell rings for the school day to be over Scott makes his way to his dirt bike that was covered in a light dew from the sprinkling rain. He puts his helmet on and slings the other strap to his back pack over his shoulder, popping out the kick start and pushing it down with his foot until he hears the engine start.

He needs to go home before he goes to Derek's loft so he turns right at one of the stop signs, watching the road fly underneath his feet.

It takes only a few minutes for him to show up to his house. He parks his bike in the driveway and walks in, grabbing the house key from his back pocket. He turns the key and walks into his silent house.

"Food, food food." He says under his breath. He needs to get food for the pack meeting, seeing as the wolves are ALWAYS hungry. He chuckles to himself as he grabs a giant pack of beef jerky and open it, shoving a piece or two in his mouth before tucking it under his arm to bring to the loft. He throws his bag on the kitchen counter as he grabs a box of Scooby-Doo fruit snacks. He laughs again. Him and Stiles always used to trade fruit snacks when they were younger. Especially Scooby-Doo ones.

Maybe Scott was too harsh on Stiles... No, he's different. He changed and now he needs to either leave or explain himself.

Looking at his watch he decides he needs to go now in order to get there a little earlier than the rest of the pack. He stuffs the food he managed to get into an used plastic Walmart bag and walks back out the door.

Scott puts his helmet on once again and revs the engine. He skids onto the main road and heads to the loft.

It's not long until Scott is standing, bag and helmet in hand, in front of the tall building. He walks up to the many flights of stairs and starts climbing, not even realizing that Derek's Camaro was parked in the small parking lot.

By the time he is at the two rather large sliding doors he stops. There are at least 4 other heart beats in Derek's loft right now. There is no way the pack could be here already and Derek was helping Argent.

So who the hell was at the loft? Scott takes a step back from the doors and takes a small breath, hoping to catch their scents through the door. Sure enough there was quite a few scents that filled Scotts nose.

The first one scent that hit his nose was fire, also mixed with a pine smell. That would be Peter, understandable since Derek still lets him into the loft for some odd reason.

the second scent was more familiar, it smelled of pine and some gunpowder. This person was obviously with a hunter recently, so it must be Derek. 'Thats weird, I wonder why he isn't with argent now.' Scott thinks to himself. He quickly shrugs it off and goes back to trying to figure out who the other two people were.

The third scent was familiar only because he had smelled it earlier today, it smelled like Ax and hormones. Scott quickly pinches the bridge of his nose. That was definitely Mason. But wait, Mason said he had a date with Corey... What is going on here?

Scott takes one last second to sniff out the last person. However, all he could smell was the other three and a very strong smell of panic, and leaves. The brown eyed boy cocks his head to the side at the smell. None of the pack smelled like that so who could it be?

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