Stiles finally cracks. He’s had enough of this town and not enough of Derek. They’ve secretly, well as secretly as you can be with a bunch of weres around, carried on their long distance relationship for over a year now while Derek took his pack to mingle with others across the world. Now Stiles wants nothing more than to finally be with his Alpha-hubby-to-be and his pack, their pack, for as long as they both shall live.
I didn’t tell them about women that have their bodies claimed like new worlds, or men who punch walls and wear their bruised knuckles like honor badges for all the tears they haven’t cried because they were raised to be soldiers, and soldiers do not cry.