Stiles doesn’t talk about his mom much. There have been countless times at the dinner table or times where he was just sitting in silence with his father where he wanted to bring her up. Where he wanted to hear stories about how when he was younger during the time when they were a real family. He wanted to hear stories about how his mother and father met. And maybe, just maybe, hearing those things would make Stiles feel as if she were still here - as if there wasn’t some big gaping hole in his heart.
But she wasn’t here.
Instead, Stiles was a sixteen year old teenager who had a werewolf for a best friend. He was a sixteen year old teenager getting himself involved with an Alpha that didn’t know what he was doing. He was a sixteen year old boy that desperately wanted to tell his father what was going on because he didn’t want to feel so alone.
But he was alone.
Because Stiles’ doesn’t have a mother - that same mother that listened to every word and truly understood him and because telling his father would put him in danger.
So for now, Stiles would walk this road alone because Scott had his mother and he had Allison. Because Allison had her parents and Scott. Because, even though Jackson resented his parents for being adopted, he still had them. And because even Derek, as alone as that wolf may have acted, had his pack.
And Stiles…had no one.