CHAPTER ELEVEN
Giant puppy

DESPITE HAVING THE WOLF BOY WITH HIM, Stiles still exited the vehicle, rushing over to check on his long time crush Lydia Martin. The King boy following his friend, albeit a little begrudgingly, over to the ambulance.

He watched the two converse, a growl threatening to hit his throat at the closeness of the pair, feeling quite protective over the boy he was now living with. Noticing that Jackson character shouting at the Sheriff, his attention turned. A strong metallic smell caught his nose, and he followed it, straying from Stiles' side, who immediately noticed the boy's disappearance.

"Dom?"

The dark haired male had gone silent, watching as a gurney was rolled out of the video store. The Stilinski boy had approached from behind him, placing a hand on his arm as he looked towards what had caught the Dire's attention.

"Woah is that a body?" Stiles damn near yelled out, causing the wolf to flinch. The older Stilinski had finally noticed the pair had left the cop car, coming over to grab his son, reprimanding him for his disobedience.

Dominik instead tuned into the hushed tones of two men, the strong scent of more werewolves lingering near. He looked up, spotting Scott and Derek on the roof, looking down to him. The pair seemed a little suprised, and Derek looked almost triumphant. The pair gesturing the boy up to meet them.

Looking around to make sure that Noah was preoccupied, the King boy slinked away, behind the building. He expertly climbed his way to the roof, his newfound heightened senses suprising him in all different ways this week.

"I thought you weren't a werewolf?" Derek was quick to question the boy who stood only a few inches short of him. Dominik sighed, as though having sensed the question, glancing to Scott who looked just as hesitant for the answer.

"Yeah... I don't know what's happening to me." The boy squirmed a little under the attention, trying to get his words out in a manner that made sense, yet his mind was a jumbled mess of unanswered questions. "I think being in my skin so long kinda sped up to bonding process... and thats why I seem like a werewolf?"

"Does anything happen when you bite people?" Scott asked now, not as wary as he once was of the boy, he actually sympathised with him. The scared look on his face, the hesitance before he answered any questions, it's exactly how he feels about his own newfound wolfdom.

"No.. I don't think. I haven't bit anyone." Dominik was a little frustrated in himself, feeling like he had no answers to any one of the bazillion questions running through his brain. He tried to think back to when his family, an actual pack of warlocks and skin walkers, were around and kicking, though he was so young, and it was so long ago now. He knew that you had to be taught the ability of a skin walker, though he had never met someone else so late in the bonding process who was also so out of control, he didn't know what his bite would do. He looked down at the people below, seeing the Stilinski boy looking round for him. His mind panicked. What if he bit Stiles? What if something bad happened to him because he wasn't in control? He had almost bit him before, back in the forest, he hadn't meant to lash out then, what's to say he wouldn't do that again?

He looked back to the two wolves, they were both giving him sympathetic glances, Scott because he was going through something similar, and Derek because he could see how this was just a boy, the last of his kind, who had the misfortune of out-living his family due to human ignorance. It was his story in another, less violent light.

He couldn't imagine what the two boys had been through, Dominik waking up to a world completely different from whence he left, and Nox having to endure a life alone, never aging, without his beloved brother. The Hale knew what they were going through, but at the same time, he was also completely oblivious. He had his sisters, as well as his comatose uncle, he was never truly alone.

"We'll treat it like you're a new werewolf for now, seeing as that lines up with what's happening to you." Derek finalised, giving the boy a small nod. Dominik mustered a tight lipped smile, thankful that someone as experienced as the Hale had his back. He remembers back to when they were kids, the Hale boy would frequently babysit the twins, themselves only being a couple years younger at the time.

Scott McCall stepped forward, placing a hand on the teen's shoulder. A lopsided smile lit up his face as he catches the King boy's attention. "Hey, we've got your back, kay?"

"Yeah, thanks man."

The two teenage boys had been dropped off at the Stilinski residence not long after the body was wheeled out of the video store. Noah Stilinski grumbling the whole drive home about how he had asked one simple thing of the two, and they had still disobeyed him.

Dominik was sat on the windowsill, looking out over the forest. He was itching to go for a run, to morph into his skin and stretch all four of his legs. The talk about his budding werewolf-ism really opened up his mind to the possibility that he may not have control over his supernatural abilities anymore. The thought made him exceedingly nervous, even more so as he was living in such close quarters with a human. Someone who couldn't use magic or rely on super strength if he was to go berserk.

"Hey... you okay?" Stiles had been watching the King, how his shoulders tensed, his eyebrows furrowed and his breathing got more ragged. He knew something was wrong, the wolf had been staring out the widow unmoving for the past ten minutes. The gloomy vibe he had been exuding had pulled the Stilinski's attention off the computer infront of him, growing increasingly concerned for the boy who had been mostly quiet since the crime scene. The sound of the teen's voice, however soft, caused the King to snap out of his trance, looking back to the buzzcut boy hesitantly.

"Can we go for a run?" The tanned boy asks, completely disregarding the question directed at him.

"I'm not the most athletic."

"I'll carry you."

"And there's also the alpha lurking about."

"I won't let anything happen to you."

"It's the middle of the ni-"

"Please."

Stiles' eyebrows rose as he realised this wasn't a request, it was a plead. It was something the boy infront of him desperately needed. He sighed out, knowing that he had no right to deny the penned up wolf any freedom. "Okay, has to be quick though." It wasn't that he didn't trust the boy not to take care of himself -- well he supposed that was kind of untrue, he had seen the scarring on his lips and hands -- he just didn't want the boy to feel more at home in a place that wasn't with him.

The thought took the Stilinski boy by suprise as he grabbed his coat, shoes now on his feet. His little crush on the handsome dire wolf was becoming more than just that. He sighed out again, locking up as the taller male waited for him. "Do we have to run, though?"

The warlock laughed slightly as he made his way off the porch, turning round the side of the house near the woods. Stilinski was quick to follow. "You don't have to. Hop on."

For a moment the buzzed boy stood, confused, before he heard the familiar snapping of bone that accompanied the dire's transformation. His face scrunched and his throat threatened to wretch at the noise, causing him to turn away slightly.

The air fell quiet once again. Stiles turning back, gasping in awe at the beast before him. He was a beautiful creature of snow white, even with scar and terrifying red eyes, bringing a familiar look of astonishment to the Stilinski boy's face. The beast- Dominik laid down infront of the human, waiting patiently for the boy to climb onto his back. It only took a minute or two for the boy to be seated behind his shoulder blades, clutching onto the tufts of white for dear life as the wolf rose to its full standing once again.

"Woah- Holy shit!" Despite the fear of falling, there was a huge smile on the human's face, it wasn't until now that Stiles had actually appreciated the height the dire wolf could reach, being as tall as a horse. He looked to his hand gripping the fur, realising his grip was a little tight in his panic. He readjusted his hands, patting down the fur he had been tugging on. "Sorry."

Dominik didn't respond in any verbal way, only beginning to walk within the trees. His pace would gradually pick up, everytime allowing the awestruck boy time to tighten his hold, until they were running and Stiles was hugging the wolf's neck, his face smashed into the white fur as he was stuck between excitement and pure terror.

The running slowed as they came to a small cliffside. Stiles sat back a little, looking over the town of Beacon Hills, seeing his house and school, the Sheriff station. They were at a point that probably would have taken an hour or two for him to walk to, a place they had reached in only two minutes.

"Huh, it's kinda, oddly pretty." The Stilinski boy commented, looking out at the twinkling lights of the city below. A soft smile now present on his face. A low growl rumbled from beneath him, he supposed that was a form of agreement. He looked over the wolf once more, before looking back out at the town, letting his fingers run absently through the thick fur. "We should head back."

It only took around ten minutes for the pair to get back to the house, the King having decided to take the scenic route. They were back in the boy's room, getting ready for bed. The pelt found its new home just out of sight under the bed, away from being immediately found but close enough to the sleeping King for him to feel at ease. The pair were laying in bed, both staring at the ceiling in complete silence.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?" He turned to the boy, to find him already watching him, now turned completely on his side.

"Could you- could you- uhh.... pet.. me?"

"What?" His eyes widened, his face flushing a little pink, the room was dark, but he was sure the other was bright red.

"Like you do... when I'm a wolf."

The clarification eased the thoughts rushing through the Stilinski boy's mind. Though he still smiled, the request was adorably innocent. The complete opposite of what the boy had thought. "Yeah... okay."

Dom smiled, scooting closer to the boy, before resting his head on the other's chest. The star wars logo on the human's shirt was cold against his cheek, and oddly comforting. The boy's quickening heart beat made him smile, though he wouldn't embarrass him by bringing it up. An arm fell over his bare shoulders as fingers began running through his hair. He sighed out, eyes fluttering shut at the rhythmic feeling. "Thank you.."

"Goodnight, you giant puppy." Stiles let out a final tired laugh, continuing to run his fingers through the soft brown locks, his heart warm and smile permanent.

authors note: I am definitely contemplating making Derek adopt Nox and Dom, idk or at least Peter might? Cause they were kids with Derek and Peter was older than them? But like maybe Derek unofficially adopts them and Nox is broody over it cause its Derek