14: Renewal – Part 3

It wasn't big news or anything, it hadn't been covered by anything but local press but it still had caught attention of some people, including him. That black circle in the woods, captured in all its deadly glory with a camera, diminished by the quality of the newspaper that had printed it. A perfect circle, scorching everything in its path. The article itself held no interest, just some words and theories he didn't give a fuck about. No, it was the picture which had captured his attention, and the name of the town where it happened.

Beacon Hills.

No idea where that even was. It didn't sound so spectacular, not a town he wanted to settle in. Or so he thought because when he googled it with the option on his phone to read out things for him, tons of articles were appearing about the many deaths in the town, all thought to be done by a mountain lion. YEAH RIGHT. He snorted when he read it. Would people even believe that? Probably. Weirdos! Some more snooping revealed the promise of a Nemeton and druids, which was actually part of his heritage. Huh, what were the fucking odds? Druids all the way in California! Made sense, because that huge black circle? It was for sure created by a fucking Spark! And where there were Sparks, there were werewolves.

"Dude!" he exclaimed loudly with his earplugs in, beaming a smile towards the others in the internet cafe when they looked up at him. Fuck ‘em! He was going to Beacon Hills. It took more googling to figure out how to go there, because it wasn't like a plane landed there. Would be way too expensive too. But by train it was going to work, if he would steal a few more wallets to buy food along the way. Deleting the search history, he logged out and went on his way. California had nice weather, right? He could use some sun. Lots of sun.

As it turned out though, there was not a lot of sun. There were lots of trees in Beacon Hills, which had, predictably, hills too. Nice big houses, nothing that screamed like they were used to somebody like him. This was how it must feel to land in Texas or something, like he was an alien.

"Hey man, do you know where the big black circle is? No? Okay, thanks for FUCKING NOTHING," he shouted after him, giving two middle fingers. Fine, he'd find it himself then. Which turned out to be letting somebody take him because fuck this stupid town with all the trees. Somebody had said in the preserve. Helloooo, the entire area was a fucking preserve! But there was an actual fucking preserve here, the signs said so. The black site was... just a burned up piece of nothing. But there was a hint of scents he could pick up on, and those were the scents he followed, because it had a hint of alpha. Which meant bingo! So much bingo!

Hours later his euphoria of the bingo had lessened because the scents were all over town and how the fuck was he supposed to find them when he couldn't even find their house?

"Holy fuck!" Despairingly, after hitting another dead end, the man was contemplating running into a wall to end his misery because how could a big dead circle in the woods be easier to find than the two people connected to it?! Sighing, he didn't give up. He was going to find them, one way or another.

Hours later his patience, what little he had of it, paid off. Ending up at this house that was way too normal and boring for a Spark and alpha but it reeked of them so it had to be it. Except, there was nobody home. Because that was his life. Dejectedly he sat down on the steps.

***

It had been a long day and it wasn't even evening yet. Therapy had been rough, Beth was at pre-school for the day and the Stilinski men were at work together. So Derek hadn't wanted to get back to the house, not wanting to have the emptiness he wasn't used to anymore so he had bought a box of donuts and had decided to hassle his mate at the sheriff's office. As usual though, Stiles could read his face so well that he took one look at the Hale, followed by Noah doing the same and it resulted in the older Stilinski sneaking a donut as he told Stiles to take him home. Him, like he was a wayward puppy.

There were no complaints though, having a few hours to cuddle up to Stiles, watch TV and have sex sounded good to him. He just needed to convince the human that yes, he was fine. It had been an intense morning but he wasn't going to have a flashback. Apparently he looked like it might be a bad day and Stiles had insisted on driving and kept sneaking glances at his pale face. All that care made him want to dive his face right into his mate's crotch to suck him off in appreciation. But Derek was willing to wait until they were at the house before doing that.

But… there was somebody sitting on the sidewalk, legs stretched out, face turned towards the sun. Long hair spun brown-golden in the rays as a smooth pretty face was framed by it. When the car parked, his eyes opened, revealing an intense, almost azure blue color. It was a stranger, not somebody he had seen in Beacon Hills before because he'd remember somebody like that. Frowning, Derek glanced at Stiles before he got out, the scent of another werewolf hitting him strong. So it began. They had known omegas might start looking for an alpha, and this one might be here for that.

Except... when Derek stood there, the other grinned at him and rushed forward... not to attack, because nothing about it screamed attack. No, arms wrapped around Derek as he was pulled into... a hug? Oh god, he was being hugged. By a stranger.

Stiles' worries for Derek immediately transformed into a worry for the stranger. One only had to look at Derek to see that his alpha was both surprised and annoyed by the unexpected physical contact. Frankly, Stiles has never seen anyone being so bold as to go up and hug his mate – well, okay Stiles did that, but that was different because of the mate thing and all. But this guy... he had some balls. Or was just very stupid. He was also someone Stiles didn't recognize and it was saying something because he had a good memory. Especially when it came to faces. And this guy's face was unique and pretty enough not to be forgotten or confused with someone else’s.

With a raised brow, the druid got out from behind the wheel too. His curiosity was starting to take over, but he kept his guards up. It was a funny thing that for the first time since he had mated with Derek and his senses got a bit enhanced, he could smell that the guy was a wolf. He had a similar yet very different scent compared to Derek and Beth’s, but it wasn't an unpleasant one. His other senses and magic were also working on mapping out the intentions of the guy, but no alarm bells were ringing yet. Besides, Stiles suspected that Derek could sniff out if the guy had bad intentions. Once he had explained to Stiles that such intentions kinda make people smell wrong.

"Friend of yours?" Stiles stopped a few steps away from his mate, who was still trapped in that hug. It was getting awkward even for 'the King of Awkwardness' that Stiles was most of the time.

The werewolf sensed that the alpha didn't like to be hugged. He stiffened completely, every muscle growing hard under the touch while the body primed itself for attack. It only made him hug harder because how can a werewolf dislike touches? That's like the biggest and saddest thing he had encountered in a while. If the hug persisted, so he reasoned, the dark-haired male had to give into it, maybe even enjoy it a little bit. But that didn't happen, and the Spark was looking at them confused.

"That's so fucking sad," the younger wolf announced, pulling back and keeping his eyes slightly averted, offering neck in the more traditional greeting. It was to pay the alpha respect, a sign of submission without rolling over because the red eyes hadn't been flashed his way so that meant it was okay. Maybe? This one confused him. However, it did make sense why the scents had thrown him off so much. This young alpha, who looked to be around his age, was mated to the Spark.

There were a few tense moments before the alpha leaned in to press his nose against the offered neck. No biting happened, so phew! No dying today, fuck yeah! The doom averted made the young man bounce over to Stiles to pull him into a hug as well. Come on, hugs were nice!

No, this wasn't a friend of his, because Derek’s friends knew not to hug him like that. They'd at least give it a warning before wrapping their arms around him in such a proprietary manner. And a friend wouldn't make the hug last way too long for it to be a 'normal' greeting so Derek was mostly caught between doing some damage to this unknown werewolf or to glance at Stiles to make it stop before said damage was going to happen. As alpha, the wounds would last longer to heal when inflicted upon a beta and that was the only thing keeping him from ripping into the beta. That and it was in the middle of the day and the Sheriff's house was always watched by nosy neighbors.

Derek bristled when he was called sad, insulted at being judged when the stranger didn't know him or anything about him. But, with a put upon sigh, when a neck was offered, he did return the proper greeting of Alpha meeting beta in a friendly manner. So this one was born werewolf. Bitten ones of his age rarely knew how to handle themselves in front of an alpha, they'd offer a hand or didn't even realize there was one standing right in front of them.

And then the idiot had to go and hug Stiles, his mate, right in front of him. Derek’s look darkened. A growl was uttered in warning.

"Whoa, hi!" Stiles said a bit amused from the sudden hug he found himself in, although he half-expected it to happen after the bold embrace Derek got. His mind was still processing that fact, which showed that this guy was indeed not a dear friend but a stranger who had no idea how Derek liked to keep everyone at arm's length. Well, except for those who were close to him.

Stiles awkwardly patted the guy's back with one hand and rolled his eyes at Derek for the warning growl and dark look which promised death to the beta for daring to touch his mate. Although a part of Stiles was very happy about these reactions, he didn't wish this poor pup's death by alpha claws and fangs.

"Down boy, he's just hugging me too. Which is kinda nice, to be honest," he said to Derek then pulled back. Oh, Stiles knew Derek was going to be all over him to scent him and eradicate all the remaining smell of the beta on him. And frankly, he was so very okay with that. Any sign of affection towards him from Derek was always very welcomed.

Looking at the blue-eyed guy, Stiles tilted his head to the side, like a wolf would, studying the stranger. "So... Hi. Again. Who are you and why did we get the, frankly, unexpected hugs? Aaaand..." he exchanged a quick look with Derek before re-focusing on the guy "... we'd also like to know why you are here?"

See, this was how people were supposed to react to hugs, by hugging back and genuinely appreciating the harmless gesture that it should be. People were so fucking uptight these days, man! The human hugged back and gave off surprise but nothing harmful, but the alpha looked at him as if he was about to rip into him if he had the chance. And he wasn't even scenting the Spark or anything, he was only being super friendly and keeping his hands and nose to himself, so he was being good!

Glancing towards the alpha, a nervous dart of the big blue eyes to make sure there were no fangs sinking into his skin just yet, he shrugged. "I like hugs, they are friendly and warm." This time a side-eye to the dark-haired male because some people just didn't appreciate a good hug! Wrapping arms around somebody wasn't fucking offensive or anything, but humans always got so fucking prissy about their personal space. Who even needed fucking space? Pffft, bullshit! Also, the alpha was around his age and shouldn't be so cold, it made him wonder what all happened to make him so dark and jaded.

"I'm Tyr, I heard about the dark spot and I knew what that meant so I came to join the pack." He glanced past the two to the house which didn't seem very big to house a whole pack but it did have other scents. "So, where is the rest of your pack? Can't wait to fucking meet them!" The long-haired male bounced on his feet, giving the two a curious wide smile.

Tyr

Derek's eyes narrowed at the bold werewolf because some people just didn't like strangers initiating intimate touches and he better learn that fast. No hugging Derek Hale without at least asking before doing it. Not that the answer was going to be yes. Not with one all over his mate like that, even if it was only to hug. And when the young wolf mentioned the 'dark spot,' his hackles were up, way up. The Hale sidled up close to Stiles to form a united front, the innocent beta suddenly far more a threat than first assumed. This Tyr knew what it meant, and though he didn't really expand on that, it would seem that he knew about magic and Sparks.

Which meant danger to Stiles, which meant there was no way he was going to join the pack. There were some complications with it. Tyr smelled like he had been living on the streets, unwashed scent clinging to his clothes and hair. An omega most likely, a stray one, and that explained the unhinged vibe he got from the other. Nobody stayed sane for years without a pack, he knew that from experience. His green eyes glanced to Stiles briefly, should he attempt to lie or tell the truth? Maybe the omega would choose to move on if he heard there were no others, or he'd think them weak and try to get the alpha spark. Not that he was going to succeed but Derek really didn't want a fight right now, he was running on empty.

"They're out," Derek settled on, not lying, since Beth and Noah were just as much their pack, but he didn't tell how many were there. "What do you mean by you know what that meant?"

As the question was asked, Tyr's eyes flicked to Stiles deliberately. He knew. This bold one knew exactly what Stiles really was. So much for hoping others weren't going to come looking yet. It didn't take long at all.

This wasn't a conversation to have out on the streets, yet the alpha wasn't so eager to have Tyr inside the house either. But the loft was filled with workers so that wasn't the right place for it either.

"Oh come on, Derek..." Stiles sighed feeling all the bristling hackles and distrust and something that bordered on hostility towards the wolf. Who, despite the fact that he clearly didn't know what boundaries meant, came off like a decent guy. Even with the slightly unhinged vibes and restless energy. In that Stiles kinda recognized himself a bit. Plus it was clear that Tyr has been on the road for quite a while.

Of course, the fact that the wolf knew what the circle in the woods meant put a little uneasiness and carefulness into Stiles too, but he kept a diplomatic, friendlier approach. Or the good cop role, if you like.

"Let's take this inside," he said, knowing that they were too exposed for a full-blown werewolf business kind of conversation out on the street like that. He understood Derek's unwillingness to invite the stranger into their home, but they had to go somewhere. Plus Stiles was pretty sure even alone he could incapacitate Tyr with his magic. "Forgive Derek, his social skills are still a work in progress plus we recently went through a lot. And you cannot blame us if we are careful around an unknown wolf like you. Especially someone so bold and direct. Aaanyways, he's Derek and I'm Stiles. This is my dad's house, who's the Sheriff here, by the way, so I advise you behave yourself while inside. We have a lot to talk about even before agreeing to consider you as a candidate to our pack," he took the lead and nodded for Tyr to follow him inside. As he started walking towards the door, he stroked Derek's lower-arm in a calming manner.

He knew the beta would follow so he didn't look back just walked ahead. The threshold was a test in itself too, because the wards Stiles used on the door frame wouldn't let anyone in with an ill intent. On his way to the kitchen, he only looked back then to see if Tyr can sense and pass the magic barrier.

Tyr realized that the alpha wasn't into talking, or hugging, or smiling. The rest of the pack was out, whatever that meant, didn't even bother to tell who else was there. Hopefully many, because that would be awesome! Not that he was very picky, any pack would be great because it had been too long and he was looking forward to the closeness of pack. Not sure if he was going to get that here, though. Tyr had no social skills, no human ones anyways and yet more than the alpha who was a grump. Maybe he was because of going through a lot, it would explain so much. Still, fucking sad.

"Why do I need to behave because of a sheriff?" the long-haired wolf asked as he nervously glanced to Derek who made no move to lead on, but seemed determined to stay behind him, like that was something he liked. Easier to attack him! Darting inside to follow after the human who was nice and explaining and friendly, he didn't glance back once. "I follow alpha rules." Not human rules. Tyr didn't care about human rules because hunters didn't care either. Fuck rules, human’s bullets wouldn't kill him. Not that he wanted to land in prison, that didn't seem like something he'd enjoy with being stuck inside all the time.

He glanced around the house, taking it in but it made sense it belonged to an older male because it didn't breathe much personality. There were kid's toys in a corner, awesome! He loved kids, their pureness and eagerness to say whatever was on their mind, kind of like him. "So you must be like a really strong druid, lots of power. You smell like it."

The Hale followed after, ignoring the nervous looks thrown his way, because good, let the omega be afraid. He had approached a couple at their home to appeal to get a place in the pack, but nothing about him said he was ready to have a place in this particular pack. He was a wild one, too open and restless, even more wolf than Derek, though more behaving like a puppy. Maybe ADHD was still an affliction happening even to wolves? He behaved like Stiles and his heartbeat was rapid too.

"Alphas and betas follow the rules of society and law to avoid being arrested. Mostly."

It was a sore topic, one hard to explain because the world of the supernatural didn't align with the human laws and wasn't the same but they'd be judged by the latter if they were caught. Something this wolf didn’t seem to understand so it was possible he had been raised sheltered or worse: Tyr was like Malia, mostly feral. And that meant they couldn't turn him away.

Derek sighed, he had said he wanted to have the unwanted in his pack but this was way too soon, they weren't prepared for it.

For a moment Stiles was pleased by the fact that Tyr passed the wards without a problem. He led them to the kitchen and waved towards a chair by the table. He so wanted to say 'sit' to the over-eager omega, but bit his tongue in order to behave and store the dog joke for later. Derek would surely appreciate it...

"What he said," Stiles agreed with Derek as he went to the kitchen counter. "We live among humans, we abide to their law. I'm also a detective, so I have to do that even more," he explained to their guest as he took out glasses and a jug of lemonade from the fridge which he had made the day before. Putting them all down on the table, he poured for all of them then sat down opposite Tyr and next to Derek.

Stiles exchanged a look with Derek to see if it was okay for him to keep leading the conversation. It seemed it was, though no wonder, it was more like emissary territory now. He took a sip from his lemonade then smacked his bow-shaped lips together, putting the glass down on the table while watching the wolf, lost in his thoughts for a moment. Clearly, he was pondering on where to take said conversation.

"I don't know how strong I might come off to you as a druid, but yes, we are strong. As you could see in the forest too," he started, obviously meaning the impact his loss of control had made on the land. "How did you know what that circle was? Did you meet other druids before? Tell us about your life a bit. And please, don't try to lie, we both will sense it and lying is a big no-no around us," Stiles said, even giving the wolf a small encouraging smile. It was the most reasonable thing to do, in his opinion. Trying to get to know someone a bit who wanted to become a member of their pack, their family. "Trust must be earned. Especially after all the shit we had to live through during the years. I think you might understand that and our carefulness."

Not really. Tyr didn't understand why they were so careful when they could sense when he was lying and when they could sense ill intent. So he didn't get that his trust had to be earned. What happened to innocent until proven guilty? Maybe if he was proven guilty he wouldn't be sitting here, he'd be dead. The alpha looked like he would gladly reach over and tear his throat out. Those dark bushy eyebrows were crawling close towards his eyes as his frown deepened. So instead Tyr focused on the bright brown eyes of the Spark, whose voice sounded bright and not as accusing. Stiles tried to be open-minded to having a new guy around.

"I'm from Norway. I don't remember much from my pack, because I was sooo fucking young when we left but druids were part of it, you know? Like, throw a stone and find a druid there kind of thing. I left when I was... fuck if I know, young, because I don't remember the language but I remember the druids and the way they smelled. The magic they had." Long fingers toyed with the lemonade glass but Tyr didn't take a sip, he wasn't supposed to before the alpha had taken a sip of his even though he was really parched. So he kept glancing at Derek to see if he had touched his drink yet.

Sadly, nope! So he licked his dry lips and continued. "Everybody was dead and I was with a wolf pack and that's all I really know. Kind of?" How to explain that the past had no meaning to him, that he had forgotten a lot because it wasn't important to remember? "I know how to be a wolf and then I lived with a human but I missed pack so here I am!"

Derek didn't agree that Tyr was telling a lot about himself. If anything, he told the most minimal he could tell about himself, giving out the global story without details. Maybe enough for Stiles to research if the omega wasn't' going to be forthcoming with more, if it was real about not remembering much. Adding kind of to it made whatever he said capable of a lie and that was a smooth practiced way of talking to avoid lies. And Derek knew that there was intelligence behind that innocent face staring at them from across the table. His interest was awakened. Enough to start paying very close attention.

Sipping from the lemonade, the Hale tried to not make a face. Wow Stiles, how much sugar was in there? Probably the batch Beth loved. She had a terrible sweet tooth and though she had the Hale genes, he blamed the Stilinskis for that. "You were with a werewolf pack or a wolf pack?"

"Wolf pack," Tyr confirmed so Derek had been right, they had another Malia on their hands, which had been easier with her because she had been younger. This one wasn't a teenager so it was going to be harder to rehabilitate him into the 'normal' world. At least Stiles had experience with it, because he had been the one to closely guide Derek's cousin and Malia wasn't doing so badly anymore these days. Besides snagging a deer every now and then and screen-shotting it to send it to Derek.

Stiles leaned back in his chair and drummed his long fingers on the edge of the table once Tyr stopped talking and was finally "allowed" to drink from the lemonade. The emissary knew how pack hierarchy worked and if Derek didn't drink for long, he would've kicked his ankle under the table to do it so the clearly thirsty wolf boy could drink too. Stiles also saw through the innocent dumb facade. There was too much intelligence glistening in the nearly too big blue eyes. Sure, this little monologue at least gave some general picture about the wolf and his past, but he would've liked some more details, to be honest.

And then he understood the connection between the man and the lack of detail in his story. The emissary's eyes widened a bit from the surprising information. "So he's like Malia was," he glimpsed at Derek for a second. To Tyr's confused look, Stiles gave him a short explanation. "In the old pack I... I guess we... used to belong, there was a werecoyote who had lived in her animal form in the woods for years. We helped her reintegrate into civilization enough that she only comes off odd time after time with her reactions and comments."

"So... with that out of the way... There's something else too that I'd like to ask you about. You said you kinda knew druids, even if you were very small then. It means you were born and raised around magic for a while. How are you with magic in general? And how does this land feel to you?" he asked, deliberately leaving out the Nemeton, because the fewer knew about it, the better. But if Tyr was sensitive to magic, he might have been drawn in not just because of the black circle in the woods, but also the magical beacon their fucked up town had.

Tyr inhaled the glass of lemonade in one go, not caring how rude it looked because he was finally allowed to drink and he was just so thirsty. Licking his lips to catch the last few drops of sugar and lemon, he listened to the 'Malia' explanation and nodded because that sounded like him. He didn't know how long he had been wolf, didn't have all the facts and never cared enough to look into it. But they knew somebody like him so maybe they could teach him not to be so odd. Though he was pretty sure that might be a lost cause in his case. He was fucking odd and that was fucking fine.

"The land's fine? I was hoping for some more sun because I like heat but it's fine," Tyr shrugged, not sure what he was supposed to answer since they knew this place better than he did. He had mostly roamed the woods to look for the Spark and the alpha. "You smell awesome though, and it tickles being around you." The alpha's eyes narrowed and the omega hastened to explain it. "Like drinking cola and letting it fizz in your mouth before you swallow."

"You're cold because you're used to having a thick coat of fur, so be sure to dress warm. Your body might not even learn to heat itself like mine does anymore," Derek explained. It took years for Malia to be okay with the California winters and there was a reason why she had decided to move to a warmer state. Meanwhile Derek was rarely cold, only wearing actual winter coats when there was snow. And even then it had to be a thick layer for him to forego the leather jacket.

At the explanation of the magic, Derek glanced to Stiles. It didn't feel like that for him, but maybe it was because he was so used to it by now. Or because he had it inside as well and it felt different. He could smell it whenever Stiles would bring the magic to the close surface but this werewolf seemed to be more attuned to it, and that could happen. Derek could see auras and hidden things others couldn't see, this one felt magic.

Still, he didn't like it, didn't like other wolves sniffing around his mate like that because he couldn't trust this one meant no harm, not yet. It needed time, this man was a stranger and with that, automatically a threat.

So there was a possibility that the omega didn't know about the Nemeton yet. Which was probably good. Stiles wasn't sure about that. He and Derek would have to talk about this extensively before they made any decisions. And he could feel that his mate was leaning toward being careful. He shared that sentiment if not the stronger distrust and seeing Tyr as a threat. Sure, Stiles wasn't easy to trust others either, but he had learned to listen to his instincts and magic, and both made him feel okay around this eccentric wolf.

The druid couldn't hide an amused smirk though when Tyr said how it felt to be around him. "So you sense magic alright. To be honest, it's new to me how others feel me and my magic because it wasn't that long that I came to my powers. And they are still growing for reasons," he said, suspecting that Derek was probably not going to be happy about sharing stuff like this with a stranger, but Stiles thought that they had to start building that trust somewhere if they are going to ever consider Tyr joining their pack.

Thinking a few years back when he used to be with Malia, Stiles poured another glass of lemonade for the wolf just to do something with his usually restless hands. "Can you shift back to your full wolf form at will?" He remembered that once Malia was forced by Scott to shift to human, it took some time for her to learn how to shift back.

"Fuck if I know, dude. You're the first magic person I met since I was little. But you're probably screwed then. If somebody like me senses your magic, others will too," Tyr remarked and gladly took the glass back now that it was refilled, hoping there was going to be some food in this meeting too. It was drained just as quickly because it was that good so he licked the glass to catch every last drop.

He eyed the mostly untouched glass of the alpha, beaming at the dark male when he slid his glass over as well with an eye-roll. "Thanks!" This one was at least treasured more, with careful sips, having a belly full of water when it was empty always made him cramp but sugar was energy too. Eat enough sugar and it was like getting a shot of caffeine. "I can't turn back to wolf anymore, I've tried. I figured fate had other plans for me, right?" he shrugged. "Doesn't matter, what's done is done." He thought about it before, why he couldn't. "Maybe because my pelt is fucking white, and it attracted a fuckload of hunters to the pack. Fucking assholes, I swear. Always killing what's different."

White wolf, familiar with magic, from Norway. It had to mean something, and no, Derek didn't believe in fate but he did believe in the fact that there were no coincidences. Unfortunately it didn't bode well for Tyr as 'innocent' as it appeared. There was something off about this all. They were going to have to let Stiles' detective skills do some searching.

The omega was starving, the slightly concealed looks around the kitchen as well as the rumbles coming from the empty stomach said as much. So they were going to have to feed him, and see where to put him because there were no apartments ready yet at the loft. They had to offer him a place to sleep at least, because they couldn't send him out on the streets again, especially not Beacon Hills. There were no others living on the streets and he'd be chased off fast. And he was lucky he had lived for so long without getting killed with his behavior.

"What's your last name?" It would make the search easier if they had a last name. They would be able to search while Tyr would take a much needed shower. And they could order some food.

"Ragnarsson," Tyr said in-between two sips from the lemonade.

Stiles glimpsed at Derek to see if the name said anything to him, but for a change, he couldn't read the poker face his mate had put on. He could only tell that he was probably wracking his brain for possible connections he might know about.

With a sigh Stiles ignored the comment about others being able to sense his magic too, because yeah, they probably will for a while until he learns how to more or less fully hide it. For now he rather focused on the present, storing that name for later to research. It was likely while Derek asked the omega for it anyway.

"Okay, how about we all digest things a bit while I get you some clean clothes and you take a much needed shower..." Stiles wrinkled his nose while smiling at the wolf. He wasn't smelling that bad, but he could use a wash down for sure. "While your own clothes are going to be washed, I'll order some food. Chinese sound good? Or pizza?" he asked as he stood up as a sign for Tyr to follow suite. Stiles could feel Derek's approval so he didn't even have to look at the alpha.

Hot shower, clean clothes and food? Fuck yeah! Count him in, he was sold. "Food sounds great, any food, all food." Did he mention he would really love some food because yeah! Pizza or Chinese or Italian, even old bread would be great as long as it was covered with peanut butter and jelly. And butter, because butter would make everything better.

Tyr glanced at Derek to make sure it was okay and when the man nodded, he followed after Stiles, not taking offence to their suggestion he needed a shower, too happy with the chance to get one. The human led him upstairs. The house wasn't all that big and it smelled of the two and two others. No more. A small pack then. That was fine, he could get a job in town to house himself, he was independent enough to handle whatever life threw his way.

"So how long have you two been together?"

Stiles lightly chuckled on Tyr's enthusiasm as he led him upstairs. He reminded Stiles of himself quite a bit and seeing that from outside amused him to no end. Now he was kinda getting a taste of what others have to endure around him. Okay, well, more like around his older self. Tyr was more like that with an even blunter attitude.

"Well... that's a complicated question to answer. Frankly, most things are complicated around the two of us," Stiles shrugged while climbing the stairs. "We've known each other since I was around sixteen and my best bud was bitten by a werewolf. We discovered the lurking supernatural world because of that and Derek was around to keep our asses safe for some reason, but he'd never admit that to anyone but me," he grinned at Tyr and opened the upstairs bathroom's door, putting a fresh towel on the rack for the beta while he never paused talking. "Then our lives took a different turn. He was on the run for a while, while I focused on my studies to become a detective in the end. I lived in Frisco until recently, but oh god... in a few days it's gonna be four months already!" he exclaimed. "I have to take him on a date night at least!"

The emissary was pointing out things for Tyr where to find what and motioned for him to undress as he started loading the washing machine with some of their used clothes too. "So yeah, roughly four months but it feels so much longer. Like a lifetime, actually. As if we've always been together," he added with a dreamy look and fond smile on his mole-dotted face.

Tyr nodded even though he didn't understand it fully, the two had a long history together but weren't always together? They acted as if they had been mates for a very long time and not the four months Stiles was talking about so that was curious. For them to be so tight in a short amount of time was impressive but he didn't ask since if it was complicated it meant a long story. Instead he undressed quickly so the clothes could be washed, revealing a heavily tattooed body but what was the weirdest about his body were the scars. Badly healed wounds which shouldn't be on a werewolf's body but were.

"You look completely crazy about each other with him so you better do something really fucking romantic for your four months anniversary. Celebrate everything, because love should be cherished, dude!" The clothes were handed over, they were worn and had holes in them but that was normal for Tyr, he had a tendency to wear old clothes with holes. New clothes felt rough and weird on his skin, old clothes were worn in and soft.

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