After being placed on the floor Stiles goes over to the couch and paws at it.

"I have some clothes you can borrow upstairs, follow me." Says Derek in a low, calm voice.

Derek then walks to the spiral staircase and waits for Stiles, who bounds over to Derek's feet before racing in front of him and sitting calmly at the top of the stairs.

Derek chuckles and shakes his head before following the path of the small fox.

When Derek reaches the top of the stairs he guides Stiles into his room just diagonal of the stairs.

It is just as bland as downstairs with a bed, matching the one downstairs, a bathroom, a closet, and a bed stand on each side of the bed with a small lamp on one.

The room is pretty dark aside from the late afternoon light spilling through the small window above his bed.

Derek walks over to his closet with the small fox at his heels. He flicks the switch on the wall and the small closet is illuminated by the one small light on the ceiling above them.

Derek starts going through his shirts hung up by hangers. All of the shirts were dull and there wasn't much of a variety.

After sifting through his shirts Derek pulls down a black t-shirt that looked like it had been shrunk by a drier.

Derek places the shirt on the ground next to Stiles' paws and walks over to some drawers, removing a pair of blue jeans with scattered holes and some boxers.

"There," says Derek, "they should fit, since they are all too small for me now." He pauses, "Well except for the boxers."

Stiles nods and grabs the clothes in his mouth and walking into the bathroom.

He then wills himself to shift into his human form once again.

It doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it did on the full moon, which is odd. Stiles shrugs it off and soon he is just grateful that the shift is now painless and less messy.

When he is in his human body Stiles looks at himself in the full length mirror hanging on the door.

His abs seem fitted for his skinny body. Stiles' arms weren't nearly as lanky as they used to be, in fact, his whole upper body was covered in a thin layer of muscle.

Then his eyes skipped to his tail. Stiles eyes filled with curiosity. He reaches down and his tail twitches just enough for his hand to miss and he falls face first into the door.

"Stiles, you ok?!" Derek yells from the other side of the door.

"I'm fine." Mumbles Stiles. Getting back up and putting on 'his' boxers and blue jeans. They fit pretty well, which is good. He didn't want to show up at his house with baggy new clothes. He then shrugs on the shirt and looks at his tattoo.

Instead of hatred building up at the sight of it, Stiles' head is filled with mystery as he looks at the perfect slashed marks making up the symbol.

Stiles is pulled out of his daze by Derek gently knocking on the door, "C'mon Stiles. I said that I'd meet the pack at Deatons in." Derek pauses as he looks down at his watch, "20 minutes."

Has it really been that long? Questions Stiles mentally. "Yeah I'll be out in a second." Replied the young werefox.

When he walks out of the bathroom Derek is ready to go. He is wearing a white T-shirt and black jeans. Along with his signature leather jacket that seemed tight against the wolf's strapping muscles.

Stiles gently shakes his head. Was Peter right about mates? Was he really going to have to choose Derek or Mason? He couldn't do that! He couldn't leave one of his friends to die a horrible lonely death.

Stiles is going to have to find out more about this whole 'mate' fiasco. And sadly he is going to have to find out from the biggest sociopath in the world.

"Stiles. Yo Stiles, are you alive in there?" Asks Derek looking at the boy who had glazed over eyes.

"Yeah, I'm just fine. Just thinking." Replies Stiles.

"About what?" Questions the Sourwolf.

"The pack." He lies. Well, I guess it was only a half lie. Since the whole other half of his brain was occupied with the thought of Scott and the pack.

"Oh." Says Derek, looking at the floor. "We will figure it out I promise," he tells Stiles, "I won't let them kick you out."

Stiles nods, "Thanks Derek." He can't help but admire Derek for sticking up for him when he couldn't.

"Yeah. Now let's figure out how to hide your tail." He says eyeing Stiles' red tail protruding from his backside.

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Not knowing what to do after Derek somehow stole and gave back Mason's wallet he went to Deaton.

Mason steps out of his car and walks up to the clinic. His feet making gentle taps as they are placed on the concrete.

When he opens the door a small bell is set off to let Deaton know he is here.

Deaton peeks around the corner and greets the boy.

"Hey Mason," he says as Mason walks into the room with Deaton, "what brings you here?"

"Um, I know this will be weird to ask but..." Mason pauses for a moment, "I was hoping you could tell me something about mates."

Deaton nods, "Sure. What do you want to know?"

"Well, Peter said something about a person having two mates, and one of them dying." Mason mumbles the last part.

"Ah," says Deaton, "you see the chemistry and history of mates is very interesting yet complicated." He explains.

"That is a story the Hale pack has passed on for a years."

"So it's not true?" Asks Mason.

"No, it is quite true." Corrects Deaton. "However it is incredibly rare."

"So if someone had two mates, one of them would die." Asks Mason, fear shining clear in his eyes.

"Correct." States Deaton, matter of factly.

"And there is no way to prevent it, or even stop it?" Mason asks.

"I'm afraid not." Deaton says.

Mason nods and his hands begin to shake a little.

Deaton takes notice of the boys sudden fear and looks at him, "Why do you ask?"

Masons lips tremble, "Peter. H-he said t-that St-Stiles is." He takes a sharp breath in.

"Hey Mason, I need to know what Peter said so I can help you. Calm down and take a deep breath."

Mason takes more of a calm breath and looks back at the Vet. "Peter said that Stiles had two mates."

"Derek and you." Says Deaton, putting everything together. From Mason's fearful acts to Derek's actions towards Stiles lately.

"Yeah." Answers Mason.

"Okay. Peter was right." Says Deaton sadly. "And unfortunately there is nothing more to it. It is what it is."

"It never is what it is in this town." Says Mason under his breath.

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A/N: sorry for the wait guys. Thank you for being patient. Also sorry for the short chapter. I'll try to make the next one longer. Thank you guys again for the support🖤