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Fox In The Hills	By : fusedtwilight Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 5459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Parrish
- 2-Ethan
- 3-Liam
- 4-Scott
- 5-Derek
- 6-Danny
- 7-Isaac
- 8-Brett
- 9-Jackson
- 10-Corey
- 11-Boyd
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Fusedtwilight: Hey guys, hope you all enjoyed the last chapter! This one is a mountain kitsune Stiles hooking up with Ethan. This chapter was fun to write because it takes place in a world that is like a mix between ancient Rome and the middle ages. It was real fun adding more depth to the twins and their background as well as writing the backstory for everyone. Since Ethan is returning I decided to have his chapter come after Parrish. Hope you all enjoy.
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Mountain
Stiles
"It's perfect!"
Lydia beamed as she looked at her reflection. The tiara sat on her head, measured to fit her head perfectly, the emeralds embedded in it were an addition that had been added per her request.
The tiara had belonged to her fathers mother which she had given to her future daughter-in-law Natalie to wear on her wedding. The emeralds had been a wedding gift Natalie had gotten for Lydia.
It was a perfect mix of something borrowed and new. Lydia would wear a pale blue wedding dress. It was not traditional, but Lydia would not be doing anything traditional for her wedding. If she was going to get married it would be on her terms.
It would be elegant yet casual, grand yet simple. You would think a wealthy woman like her would go all out. But Lydia didn't just believe in spending a load of money thinking it would mean a better wedding. Lydia Martin was an artist and would create a wedding that would inspire many women.
She was set to marry Aiden Stein a week from now. Aiden is the co-alpha of the Stein pack of the Southern Isles. It was not unheard of for there to be two alphas ruling a pack. Sometimes when two wolf packs would merge when the alphas would mate.
Those were rare occurrences though since all alpha werewolves had a natural instinct to be the top dog and rule the pack. If an alpha married it was usually with one of their betas or another wolf. But Aiden's other half was not a female alpha, rather it was his twin brother, Ethan Stein.
Everyone was talking about it. The heiress of the Martin family marrying one of the infamous alpha twins was the kind of thing that would be talked about for two maybe three generations. And for the up and coming colony of Beacon Hills it was one more step for us to ensure our continued Independence and protection from outside forces.
Beacon Hills-from a standing point of view-wasn't anything to brag about. It was hidden away in a valley, surrounded by deep dark woods and as the name suggests many hills. It had an abundance of wild life, perfect for hunting and was a popular location for those who wanted to escape the hustle of large, noisy cities.
But the whole damn area was steeped in blood and magic. There was a nemeton, an object of great mystical power tied to the very essence of the earth itself. It's power called to supernatural beings, even sparks felt its magnetic pull.
But beside that there was nothing to brag about the settlement. For as long as anyone could tell there had always been a presence here. Human or otherwise. Once it had been nomadic tribes, than it had turned into a tiny hamlet, than a town and now if things continue it may even one day become a city. We are expanding, building more and more homes and buildings and evolving. Slowly making our way up.
Beacon Hills may be nothing special. But it is on the road to everywhere special. Point in any direction and someone will tell you what kingdom or territory lies that way. It was why Beacon had such a bloody history.
As the kingdoms and nations began to rise it was only natural they would seek areas of particular interest, and unfortunately for Beacon and its denizens the fact that its geographic location made it a perfect place for merchants and traders to pass through made it very desirable.
Over the many generations war had ripped through the lands as greedy rulers fought for control. Some because they desired the bounty that flowed through the area, others because Beacon would make for a good military position and others simply thought it an easy target.
They were all right.
Some might say Beacon was lucky to be at just the right place to have roads that led to all the other kingdoms. But those who lived there would have to disagree.
I myself can not even count with all my fingers and toes the different kingdoms that have ruled Beacon in the last few centuries. Just when one kingdom took over another might show up to take control. Just when things got settled we would have to endure war, death, pain and have to learn to follow the rules of the new regime. But I am lucky to have been born in a time of revelation.
Fifty years ago the matron of an ancient werewolf clan, Talia Hale united the humans and the supernaturals who lived in Beacon Hills to fight back against our numerous would-be-rulers. Humans, sparks, werewolves, nagual, kitsune, hell even wendigos all banded together. They were all tired of having their home fought over like a juicy bone by a bunch of hungry dogs. They just wanted to live in peace.
Talia knew she couldn't fight one kingdom, let along a dozen. So she made a deal with all the kingdoms. Beacon Hills would be a neutral zone. A place where all the kingdoms and their solders could come and ago as long as they didn't raise a fuss.
In exchange for leaving us alone to live in peace we would pay a tithe. Since Beacon was a nexus hub for travelers and merchants the kings and queens decided to take the deal. They were all tired of having to waste time fighting over Beacon anyway. Not to mention the resources they had to put into maintaining control.
I can't imagine what it must have been like back in those days. One day your learning how to sing the national anthem of one kingdom, ten or twenty years later your having to learn a new one as another kingdom invades and takes control.
Thanks to Talia we can finally grow as a people and ever since she has had a seat on Beacons council which comprised of representatives from all the local kingdoms.
The peace has lasted for fifty years but as of late things have been uneasy. The Land of Silver which was east of here was the largest human settlement. It was also where the vast majority of Hunters were born and raised. Some of the most prestigious and powerful Hunter families lived there. There was a supernatural presence, though they had to endure the Hunters strict rules and regulations.
Werewolves had to be kept inside at a certain time, only allowed out on a full moon and kept in small preserves barely big enough to hold all of them. You ever see dozens of wolf packs forced to share a small spit of land on a full moon?
Me either. But I am sure you can use your imagination.
The Hunters hid their bigotry behind their codes which have been taking away more rights and freedoms from the supernaturals thanks to those like Gerard Argent. Gerards son Chris is on the council in Beacon. His daughter is dating my best friend.
Chris, unlike his dad is a firm believer in the Hunters code. Unlike the others of his kind who have found ways to twist the code or found loop holes to give them a reason to hunt anything with glowing eyes.
He can be a cold bastard, but let it not be said that Chris Argent is not a fair man.
I am not one to gossip, but since Alison is best friends with Lydia and my best friends woman I know from two very reliable sources the Gerard is gaining more and more support and might one day become a serious problem for Beacon.
Alison is the heir of the Argent family. Since the Argents are matriarchal that means she runs the Argents when she gets a little older. But Gerard is a silver tounged bastard and dating a werewolf has kind of damaged Alisons rep, even with the most open minded of the Hunter clans.
Everyone knew of Gerards rise to power. Plenty of refugees had come to Beacon for asylum because they had been driven out from their home for even the most bogus of charges.
That was why so many people were delighted by Lydias engagement to Aiden. The Southern Isles were a group of dozens of islands far off in the ocean. They say the people that live there are primitive but have thrived thanks to the islands perfect-paradise-like environment and abundance of exotic flora and fauna.
They also had one of the largest and best navel fleets in the world, an alliance with them would make trade over the ocean easier and help keep men like Gerard at bay...for now at least.
"Almost as perfect as the one wearing it," I told Lydia. She kissed me on the cheek and I sat the mirror down.
Once I dreamed of being the one to marry Lydia, she was beautiful and cunning. The kind of women your mother dreams you would be lucky enough to catch. But during the hard times her family endured I realized we were better off friends.
Lydia's dad mishandled the family fortune on several disastrous deals. The Martins fell from the social ladder. It got to where the love of her life Jackson Whittmore dumped her even though he did love her simply because she wasn't of high status any more.
I was there for her the day he broke her heart. As I held her crying form I realized that my love for her was not one of marriage and roses. But rather the deep love for one you hold dear for their character.
I knew Lydia was brilliant, she was one of the smartest women…no, one of the smarted people in all the lands. So when Scott and I opened our own forge we asked her to be our partner. She knew how to conduct business and knew the elite class well enough to know who we would have the best business with.
Together the three of us went from a sad trio with a pitiful forge to some of the most respected richest people in all of Beacon.
Lydia was able to reclaim her status and made a fortune even greater than what her family had before. The ass kissers tried to gain her favor, but their cruelty and crass attitudes came back to bite them in the ass.
Much like the metal in our forges, pain and hardship had molded Lydia. Making her stronger and smarter. A true force to be reckoned with.
Jackson had tried to get her back. But she told him no. He moved to the kingdom of Etna which bordered the Land of Silver. Lydia still kept in contact with him. Etna had been having issues with the neighboring Hunters overstepping their bounds and hunting supernatural beings on Etna territory.
Etna was facing a malleable as they too faced a sudden surge of shifter-refugees came to their lands to escape the Hunters. Etna was a lot more open minded then the Silver Lands. But they still had some pretty strict rules. Like it was not legal for humans and shifters to marry.
And if you were a human and became a shifter you could lose the right to vote, own property or run your own buisness.
Jackson was sent there to be an envoy for Beacon. I thought it would be a disaster to chose him to be our envoy but Jackson could be very charming and charismatic when he wasn't being a spoiled brat. He says the humans are getting nervous with the sudden increase in the supernatural population and fear a revolt might happen.
Of course it didn't help that more and more shifters were voicing their discontent. Now that their numbers were rising it made sense they would use this to try and make their voices heard.
"Oh Stiles this is going to be so perfect!" she twirled around in a little dance. "I can't wait to marry Aiden!"
"Funny, I seem to recall you couldn't stand being in the same room with him for a time," I commented.
Aiden was a lot like Jackson. Cocky, arrogant and he had the good looks and power to live up to it. But Jackson had a delicate ego who couldn't stand being second best. Aiden had the same drive, but not because he defined his existence on popularity, he just likes to win.
But he had a temper. Many times his twin Ethan had to keep him from ripping apart some social snob to shreds. Beacon is a melting pot of diversity. One of the benefits of being on the road to everywhere was people from everywhere came through here so the population here was very multicultural.
But the Southern Isles were very different. When the twins came here they dressed in fur and leather. Their bodies decorated with body paint and animal bones hung from their belts. To the elite the twins were nothing more than glorified savages. And some were dumb enough to say this to their faces. Thank God Ethan was the more level headed brother.
"That was before he became more civilized. He was just another beast that needed a beauty to tame him."
I walked up behind her and gave her a hug. "I will miss you when you leave."
After the wedding Lydia and Aiden were returning to the Southern Isle's while Ethan remained behind as an ambassador. Aiden had to return home to look after their pack while Ethan remained here to make more trade deals.
She kissed my cheek. To the outside observer it would seem intimate (and I am sure Aiden would be giving me the red eye right now) but it was nothing more than two very good friends having a moment. It was hard to imagine Beacon Hills without Lydia.
"Come now. I won't be gone too long. I promise I will send you and Scott lots of new material for the forge."
"You're worth more than all the metal in the world."
She chuckled. She turned around, her face alight with humor. "If anyone should be sad it is me. God only knows the mess you and Scott will make of the books while I am gone."
"We're not that bad with numbers!" I protested.
We both knew it was a lie. Lydia had a freakish talent for math. Long before she was a banshee I often wondered if she was a psychic or something...though I guess I wasn't too far off.
"Sweetie, it is because of me you and Scott could pass math in school."
"That is...totally true."
We both laughed and I grabbed my bag and left her home. I made my way back to the forge, cutting a path through the market place. It was crowded, people offering fruits, silks and jewelry. I felt a sens of pride when I saw my products shining beautifully in the sunlight.
The forge was in the heart of Beacon, the buildings here were older. Having survived numerous wars or having been rebuilt after they were damaged. This was my favorite part of the city. Thanks to all the wars we had little in the way of architecture.
It was here you could see the mark all the kingdoms had left over the years. The buildings they had built was one of the only good things they had left us. A little bit of beauty that rose up from all that bloodshed.
A few miles from here is when the old architecture ends and you see newer buildings which had been built around the time Talia took control of the city for the people. And the further out you go you see buildings and homes that were built around the time I was born.
A couple of kids came running out of nowhere, shoving me as they ran past. I cursed them and hit the back of another person who had been observing a display of knives and daggers.
"Watch it!" he growled.
He spun around, eyes glowing red and mouth full of sharp fangs. I recognized him right away.
"Oh God Aiden I am so, so sorry!" I quickly apologized. "Damn kids these days, they think they own the streets."
His eyes returned to their normal dark brown and the anger melted away. "It's okay, actually I am-"
"Oh but this is good. I just got back from Lydia's. I finished her tiara, you know the old heirloom she wanted those emeralds in. Anyway that dagger you wanted me to make for your brother Ethan will be ready soon. It's some of our best work. I am sure Ethan will be delighted when he sees it."
Aidan gave an awkward laugh. "Actually...I'm Ethan."
I stared at him in shock, my mouth hung open, making me look and feel like a fish out of water. "Oh."
Well I just fucked up big time. If Aiden finds out I am soooo dead!
He had come to me a few days ago about making a dagger for his brother. Their birthday was in a few weeks and he wanted to get him something special. It was a foot long steel blade with a double wolf head on the handle and had words etched onto the blade which Aiden had told me brotherhood in the Southern Isles.
"I am so sorry! Please don't tell your brother he'll gut me!"
I can't believe I thought he was Aiden! Normally I am a very perceptive guy, but even I had trouble telling the twins apart sometimes. They looked almost exactly alike, even cut their hair the same way. Though Aiden likes to brag how his dick is bigger.
The only difference between them is Ethan has a tattoo on his right arm. It was blue and looked like ocean waves with odd symbols between the lines. If I had seen that I would have identified him immediately but as it so happens he chose today to wear a long sleeve shirt.
Ethan chuckled. "No problem. Stiles right?" he asked. "You own the forge."
I nodded. "Yes, with Lydia and Scott. We opened it together."
"Smart move, you guys are now very wealthy."
"It was a risk but well made."
"It's funny, I was actually thinking about buying my brother a blade as well. Guess it's that twin connection we have."
I chuckle. "If you want I could help you look for something for your brother. Or if you want I can make something."
"Would you have enough time to do that?" he asked.
"We had to end a job. They didn't have enough money to pay so the materials are ready."
He got a thoughtful expression on his face. "I'll just buy something now. I see plenty of your work here. I think instead of getting him a blade I'll get him a figurine since he is getting me a dagger. Could you help me? If you are not busy of course."
I felt delighted at the idea of helping Ethan. Truth be told I was rather enamored with him. He was very handsome, much like his brother. They had the dame dark brown eyes, the same light brown hair, the same jaws, the same muscular build, save for Ethan's tattoo they were truly identical.
But if you paid close attention you could spot the differences. They had different body language and mannerisms. Had I been paying more attention I would have realized who I had been pushed into and saved myself the embarrassment of spilling Aiden's surprise gift.
"Of course, I would be happy to help," I said.
I spent the next hour walking with Ethan, showing him where the best figurines were and what was actually worth the price it had. In the end Ethan bought a small bronze replica of a she-wolf breast feeding a pair of twin boys.
It was too heavy for me to carry, even to the forge which wasn't too far away. But Ethan carried it like it weighed nothing, his muscles barely bulged from the strain of carrying it. I envied him for his strength, I'd have to use my power to even hope to life the damn thing.
"Thank you for your help Stiles, I hope I haven't taken up your time," he said.
I shook my head. "No problem. Just do me a favor and act surprised when your brother gives you his gift."
"I already knew he was getting me something," he chuckled. "But don't worry, I won't tell."
We walked in comfortable silence. Ethan seemed to be following me to the forge. As we approached I felt a tinge of regret.
"Well, here we are," I said.
"Thank you again Stiles. You will be at the wedding right?"
"If I miss her wedding Lydia would scream my soul right out of my body," I said.
We both laughed at that. "Good, I will see you there. Have a nice night Stiles."
"You too Ethan."
I made my way into the forge, I could feel a pair of eyes on me and was sure Ethan was watching me. But when I turned to look at him, he was gone.
Ethan
I watched as my brother and sister-in-law danced.
The air was filled with the scent of cherry blossoms and the sound of music. The wedding had taken place outside on a beautiful summers day and the celebration went on well into the night. Both the bride and groom were red faced, partly because of the heat and dancing and partly because of the alcohol they had consumed.
I could feel Aidens emotions through our bond. It truly made me feel such delight to feel his happiness, his delight. And most of: peace.
It was the same things he felt from me when I was married...so long ago.
Now it seems my prayers have finally been answered and my brother finally found someone to bring out the best in him. The part that had been blighted by pain, suffering and blood.
Lydia knew our history, Aiden told her every gory detail.
To some it might have seemed cruel or callus for Aiden to tell her of his dark past in such an aloof manner. But that was Aidens way. I had always been more tactful while Aiden was more blunt and straight to the point. I was to sensitive, or at least that was what he said.
Maybe it was because of Danny. My lost love who helped teach me how to live with love and kindness instead of blood and rage. Meeting him changed me, made me want more than power.
Aiden had hated Danny at first. He hated that for the first time since we were children that I was feeling love for someone other than him. He feared I would leave him for Danny. Gods the fights we had, never before had our brotherhood been tested.
But Danny understood. No matter how many times Aiden threatened him, no matter all the times I had to physically fight him to keep him from hurting him, Danny always encouraged me to forgive, to try and understand that Aidens anger was driven by fear.
Over time Danny won him over. He had that way about him. Getting people to let down their walls no matter how high or thick. He was like water, slowly eroding the mighty boulder until it slowly began to chip away.
Then Aiden saw him as a friend and brother and was the one to absorb Danny's pain when we did our marriage tattoos.
The same tattoos Aiden and Lydia would give to one another when they arrive in the Southern Isles. This was only the first wedding. They would have another back home. Since they were from two different cultures it had been decided that there would be two weddings. One here done in the way of Lydias people and one back home.
I wished I could go, but there was still a lot of work to be done here. Still many allies we had to make. The Southern Isles needed more resources. With the influx of trade and foreigners coming to live and plant their roots the population was steadily growing.
The islands had always been desired for their beauty and resources. But the people there had always managed to defend themselves from invasion. But while they remained isolated, content to stay as they had always been the world around them changed, advanced.
We needed better ships, better weapons, better medicine. Because foreigners bring many things from their countries, disease is one of them.
We had come here because Beacon Hills was the hub for several kingdoms. Traders and merchants from all the kingdoms come here. It was a good place to make allies. And since they had taken the first steps into becoming their own nation it was wise for us to make an alliance with them, to add their power to ours.
This marriage was about more than love, it was hope for both our peoples. That if there was ever a dark time we would both have someone to call to for assistance.
I touched the dagger Aiden had gotten for me. Our birthday wasn't until another week but we decided to gift one another early.
True to my word I had pretended to be surprised. If he found out Stiles had told me about the gift he would be furious. The last thing I wanted was for him to cause trouble for Stiles because of one mistake.
He had loved the gift, I knew he would. Anything that involved twins was a personal favorite for both of us, after all. Twins are cool. Twins are power in our family.
I went to grab some another drink. The alcohol was infused with a dilated strain of wolfsbane. The breed it was extracted from was one of the least poisonous to werewolves. It lowered our healing but only enough where we could get drunk.
It was so weak even Hunters didn't bother cultivating it.
As I walked I heard a trio of older women talking. Normally I am not one to gossip, but when I heard Lydia and Aidens names being thrown around I got curious.
"-lieve Natalie allowed her daughter to marry that savage!" one said.
"I know!" another agreed. "I am surprised he is even wearing a suite. I expected him to come out naked and covered in blood!"
"I know the Southern Isles are going to open doors for us but still, I would never let any of my daughters marry such a mutt! Alpha or no alpha, especially the heir to the family name."
"I heard Stein has a horde of illegitimate bastards back on the Islands."
"Yes, me too! Hope Lydia is ready for a bunch of mangy mongrels scampering around nipping at her heels!"
They all laughed cruelly.
I could feel my temper rising. Normally I try to stay calm. I knew full well many of Beacon Hills elite looked down on us. Just because we were not shallow or surrounded ourselves with useless expensive crap we were somehow lesser than them.
And how dare they call my nieces and nephews mangy mongrels!
I began to walk over to them, intent on putting the old bitchs in their place, but to my surprise another beat me to it. Stiles stomped over to them, his face red, partly from anger and partly from all the alcohol he had drank.
I noticed he was swaying as he made his way to them, a half empty cup in his hand. "Excuse me!" he said rather loudly.
The trio looked at him like he was a bug flying around their faces.
"I couldn't help but overhear what you were all saying. Let me tell you, you should be ashamed!" he wagged his finger at them like a parent who is chastising their children. "Bad enough you are talking shit during Lydias wedding, but let me tell you a thing or two. Lydia Martin is the best thing to come out of this place since...ever! While you were all mocking her and her family for their financial woes instead of being decent human beings and giving them support that woman was building her own empire! She worked her ass off to get her status back, making more money than any of you or your husbands have ever made! Now she has finally found a...semi-respectable guy and you are doing nothing but talking shit. Well guess what, you are all just jealous. What were you all doing at her age? The same thing you are doing now, just standing around and gossiping leeching off your husbands like the parasites you are! I am glad Lydia is leaving, she needs to get away from you dried up old bats and your venomous filth!"
"How dare you speak to us like that you little nothing!" one of the women seethed.
Some people nearby were starting to notice the little standoff going on. I saw Stiles friends looking at him worriedly. Before anything else could be said I quickly made my way over, gently looping my hand through his.
"Ah Stiles there you are, come on lets go talk."
I tried to pull him away but he fought me. "No, these biddies need a good talking to!"
"No they don't." I glared at the trio and they shrunk away when they saw my eyes burn red. "They need to keep their old mouths closed before someone closes them."
I pulled harder and Stiles stumbled as I directed him into the woods. I saw his friend Scott look at me with a grateful expression. I nodded respectfully to him and led Stiles down a dirt path so he could cool off.
"Did you hear them?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yes, I was actually going to say something but you beat me too it."
"I wasn't trying to make a scene, but I have had like ten pints and it just pisses me off how some people in this place are just so cruel!"
I raised a brow at him. "Ten?"
"I think...wait...ten comes before twenty right?"
I chuckled. "You're really letting loose tonight."
"I know, I need to cool it. But Lydia is going to be gone for God knows how long and I am just going to miss her so much. She's my best friend...well, my best girlfriend. But not in a sexual or romantic way. Kind of like how Scott is my best boyfriend. I mean, I used to have romantic feelings for her but who wouldn't right? She's smart, beautiful, classy, she used to have the whole ice-queen thing going on but that was just a mask she made which is stupid because people that awesome and good shouldn't put on a mask or hide who they really are just to conform to other peoples standards. But thats another great thing about Lydia is she can rise to any occasion, I mean how many women would have the balls to help run and own a forge? She did all the paperwork you know, she is like a god with numbers. If it wasn't for her Scott and I would have been lost."
Ethan was...impressed. He had never seen someone speak so animatedly or go so long without taking a breath of air. But he was also starting to feel something odd, it took him a moment to realize he was feeling a stab of jealousy at how Stiles was talking about Lydia with such passion and affection.
"You really care for Lydia," Ethan said quietly.
Stiles nodded, or rather her jerked his head up and down. "Yes. Like I said she is my best girlfriend. I don't have any romantic feelings for her. I realized that when we first started the forge. Sometimes when you're young affection and romance can become intertwined you know?"
"I wouldn't know, when I was younger I didn't have much romance. I had lots of sex but rarely did it get affectionate. Aiden was just as bad."
Stiles was quit for a moment. He bit his lip and I could smell the anxiety coming off him. "Ethan, I know I may be stepping out of bounds but...is it true what they say about Aiden having kids?"
He waved his hands in the air, almost smacking me in the face.
"I mean, I am not trying to be an asshole its just...I am serious when I say I love Lydia but in a non-romantic way. I tried talking to her about it but she got all defensive. I don't want her to wind up like one of those old bitter shrews who married young thinking they were hooking up with prince charming and instead got some man-whore who just wants her as a trophy wife."
Normally I would be pissed about someone insinuating Aiden was anything less than perfect. (Even if he wasn't) but I could smell his honesty, he wasn't trying to be cruel or mean. He just wanted to protect his best friend and I respected him for that.
"Aiden does have kids...well, I shouldn't call them kids. The youngest just turned twenty."
His eyes widened comically. "Twenty?"
I nodded. "Yes. Kaui is his youngest daughter. Then there is Wikolia, Lei, Keala, Haunani and Kai. Then there are his sons Akamu, Kaipo, Nalani, Maleko and Lehua."
He stared at me in surprise. "D-do they practice polygamy or something in the Southern Isles?"
I shook my head.
"Then how...wait, you said the youngest just turned twenty. But that can't be right!"
"How old do you think we are Stiles?"
"You have to be in your early twenties," he answered, his voice filled with certainty.
"More like eighties. We are eighty-three years old."
His mouth fell open in shock.
"We are werewolves remember. We age slower than humans do"
"I know but...that slow?"
I laughed. "What can I say, I look good for my age."
His eyes traveled down and then back up. "You certainly do"
I felt oddly pleased at his comment. I knew I was attractive, I wasn't as vain about it like my brother was. But I wasn't ignorant of the fact either. Many people over the years had told me how beautiful I was.
"Do you have any children?" Stiles asked.
"Yes. But only a few. They are adopted. They are old now, they have families of their own. The only reason I don't have as many kids as Aiden is because I prefer male lovers."
"You're gay?" he asked, "not that there is anything wrong with it. Beacon Hills has a very open mind when it comes to homosexuality. Too bad they can't be as open about other things."
"What about you?" I asked. "If you don't mind me asking. Do you have a lover?"
He blushed a little, but shook his head. "No. I've had a few flings but nothing that was serious. I am mostly in a relationship with my work."
"A hard working man is very attractive," I said.
He chuckled. "Sorry for asking personal questions. It's just...Lydia you know."
"I understand. If the situation was reversed I would be just as concerned. Loyalty, another attractive quality."
Stiles really was attractive. The more time I spent around him the more attractive I found him. His beauty was not something you noticed immediately, it was not blinding or obvious, no it was something more subtle. It could be easy for so many to brush him off as average, but then you speak with him, see that beautiful smile, see those eyes glint with mischief, or with a fiery passion like they did when he was chastising those women.
"They must do things differently at the islands. Over here if a guys has kids with a bunch of women...well it is a huge scandal."
"The people there are more open when it comes to sex. They respect and honor it, it is more than just pleasure. It is the way all species reproduce. But for them it is the ultimate expression of joy and desire. Even the warriors are intimate with one another. They believe sex forms powerful bonds. After all, if you can't sleep with someone than how can you trust them to watch your back in a fight?"
I enjoyed seeing the shocked expression on his face.
I continued. "The women offered themselves because they admired Aiden for his looks, his bravery and for his skills in the bed. When ever he knocked one of them up it was a time for celebration. Not shame. As long as it is consensual there is nothing to be ashamed of for making life."
"So, has he ever been married before?"
I shook my head. "No. Lydia will be his first. The mothers of his children all married other men. Good men. Men they had children with. The bonds of kinship run deep for them. Something my brother and I needed."
"My mother died when I was young," he said. "A disease ate her mind. All I had was my dad and Scott and his mom. I've always wanted a large family. There are plenty of orphans in Beacon Hills. I would like to get married and adopt some one day."
"Me too."
He suddenly began to waver. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, just had a lot to drink...it's kind of...messing with me."
His eyes began to glow an orange color. I jumped back in surprise and felt my eyes bleed red. A metallic gray aura glowed around him, in the shape of a fox. "You're a kitsune!"
"Didn't you know?" he asked. "All the alcohol is messing with my control. My fox spirit is trying to come out and play."
"Should we go get help?" I asked.
"No, it's fine. I just need a moment. This happens every time I drink a lot. This one time I drank so much and blacked out. When I woke up I discovered my spirit had taken control and used me to rob several of the nobles of their prized silver and gold. Damn thing is a klepto."
"I can't believe there is a kitsune here, I knew this place is very diverse but I thought your kind live much further to the west."
"They do. But like they say, 'All roads lead to Beacon Hills'."
"How old are you?" I asked him. "I know your kind live even longer than werewolves."
"Twenty-four. I use my powers to find metals and gems for us to dig up and refine. Scott and I used to talk about opening up our own forge since we were kids. Its in his blood, his mother comes from a family of blacksmiths. But when he was a kid he had asthma so he couldn't risk working in a forge of any kind. But his dad was a werewolf and his parents hoped he would become a werewolf. When he his puberty he changed and we went forward with our plan. It was a lot of hard work, but with Lydias help we fulfilled our dream."
"That is amazing, Beacon Hills is lucky to have you and your friends. Your work is truly amazing."
"Actually it's Scott's work. I just find the materials. Scott was the one who had the artistic talent. I tried to be a smith but my work was...deplorable at best. Work was slow at first, but it began to steadily increase when people saw how good our products were. Then things really picked up when Scott became a true alpha. Then everyone wanted to buy from us just so they could say they had a piece made by the true alpha of Beacon Hills."
"Fate has shown you much fortune," I said.
He nodded. "Trust me, I know. One day I am just the sheriffs kid who is hyperactive, talks too much and has less friends then he does fingers. Now I run the most successful forge in all of Beacon Hills, I have more money then I know what to do with and people actually respect me. Life is good."
My eyes were still red, I could see his aura slowly receding and his eyes returned to their regular whiskey brown. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, talking to you helped. You have a really soothing presence."
I laughed. "First time anyone has told me that."
"So how did you and your brother come to live in the Southern Isles?" he asked. "No offense but you are obviously not native to that part of the world."
The warmth I had been feeling since I dragged him away from the wedding died down a little. It must have shown on my face because he looked a little embarrassed.
"Sorry, I hope I am not being too nosy. As I am sure you have noticed I don't know when to shut up and I am just curious because I don't know too much about you or your brother, just curious but if you don't want to tell me you don't have to."
I could smell his sincerity. I knew he wasn't trying to dig for information, he really was just curious.
I took a deep breath. How much should I tell him?
"What all do you know about us?" I asked.
He had to think for a moment, I thought he looked cute when he got that thoughtful expression on his face. "I know you guys are the first alphas to make your own pack in the Southern Isles. Thats the only solid fact I know. The rest is...gossip and rumor."
"What are the rumors?" I whispered.
He began to drag his heel into the ground, his gaze focused more on a nearby tree than me. "You guys have a history of violence and blood. That you have killed lots of people."
The air was silent, there was a tension now between us that I did not like.
"Let me tell you a story Stiles. Please, I know you can't help but ask questions but let me finish before you speak."
"Okay," he said.
"My brother and I come from a long werewolf bloodline. I am sure you have heard of the story of the ancient king Lycaon. Who angered a god by serving him the flesh of an innocent during dinner and as punishment both he and all fifty of his sons were turned into wolves as punishment."
"Yeah, it was one of my favorite stories growing up as a kid. Lycaon and his sons eventually found the druids. They were able to teach them how to turn back and forth between human and wolf but were unable to break the curse. Some say they were the first werewolves but there is evidence to support that werewolves have been around before Lycaon."
Before he could continue I began speaking again. "What the legends don't say is that Lycaon and his sosn developed unique abilities. One of them had the power to turn into a full wolf. A power he passed down to his descendants. The Hales."
"So you're related to Talia and her family?"
"We share a common ancestor yes. The Steins can trace their bloodline to the twins Physius and Phassus. Apparently they had been conjoined at the hip when they were born and when they became werewolves they soon learned that they shared a psychic connection and the ability to merge into a single entity. A power they passed on to their children, but only the twins, which run in our family. Only the twins have the psychic connection and the power to merge with their sibling and any werewolves they make."
"Wait...the werewolves they make? You mean you can merge with other members of your pack?" Stiles asked.
"Yes. Only the ones I bite, just as Aiden can only merge with the ones he bites. When he and I fuse than we can merge with the rest of our pack."
"That is amazing!" Stiles said. "Man...how many can you guys fuse with?"
"Five. Counting Aiden and myself it is seven. The problem is fusing means we share minds. We have to be perfectly synced with one another. The more minds you add the more...difficult it becomes. And even then there are other effects. Sharing minds means sometimes you get leftover...residue. I hate spicy food. But after merging with Aiden I have a strong craving for it. The longer the merger the longer the echos you pick up. This power allowed my family to form a bond unlike anything any other pack has ever had. Once we thrived, but now only Aiden, myself and his bloodline."
"What happened?" Stiles asked.
"Life," I responded. "Many of the clans of Lycaon waged war over one another, or were hunted down by the Hunters who feared their powers. When we were born it was just us and our parents. We were a family of Omegas. My father had lost his pack and was an only child so he didn't have the gift. We moved around a lot, we found a pack we hoped would take us in but we didn't know what they truly were. A pack of blue eyes monsters."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as the memories returned.
Aiden and I young and scared, holding onto our mother as our father walked forward to greet the alpha. His emissary, an old man with a stony face stood next to him, not looking at my father but at my brother and me.
My father extended his hand to thank the alpha for letting us join, the alpha smiled and slashed my fathers throat. Mom screamed and the rest of the pack began to advance, their eyes glowed blue. She screamed at us to run, right before seven of the bastards fell on her. Ripping her to pieces.
"Their emissary knew who and what we were. Our parents had been keeping it a secret, it was part of the reason why we were being hunted. They knew some wanted us dead and others wanted us for our power. But somehow that old bastard found us. It had all been a trap. Once our parents were dead we were taken in. We couldn't run away, where would we go? We had no one. Life was hard. Even though we were only kept around for our gift we were the pack omegas. They needed their shitty laundry washed it was us. They needed someone to make them food it was us. They needed to punch someone because they were pissed it was us. For years we lived with them. We had little to no control of our ability. It was getting to the point where our alpha was considering just killing us. He had hoped we would be his ultimate weapon. Then one day the pack was visited by the infamous Demon Wolf, Deucalion, the leader of the alpha pack."
Stiles gasped. "So...it's true than?"
I nodded. "In those days he was just starting his quest to make the ultimate pack. He supposedly came to our pack hoping to convince the alpha to join. But it was a lie, he came for us. He taught us how to properly merge our bodies and minds. Allowing us to finally master our fused form. Than we slaughtered our pack, even the emissary. We saved the alpha for last, he begged for his life in the end, but we showed him no mercy. After that we joined Deaucalion and his pack...I make no excuses for the actions we committed while we were with him, nor will I tell you. I do not have the heart to remember those days, nor do I wish to blacken your perception of me or my brother more than I already have."
"I...don't want you talk any more if you don't wish. I see this is very difficult for you to talk about."
"No I...I want to tell you. I have to finish now that I have begun. Deaucalion sent us to the Southern Islands to investigate and see if there were any werewolves there. If there was we were to integrate ourselves into the packs lives and learn everything we could about them and report our findings to the other alphas. Our ship was caught in a storm on our way, we managed to survive while the rest of the ship sank. The natives found us on a beach. They were wary of us, but they took us in and helped us recover. There were no werewolves, in fact we were told we were the first of our kind there."
"Wow, really?"
"The islands were a recent discovery then. Their interactions with the outside world was rather limited so they were both cautious and curious about us. We spent the next five months there, learning their culture and way of life. For the first time in a long time we both felt...happy. Aiden wanted to contact Deaucalion and let him know we were alive as soon as possible. But as time went by his urge to return to our pack lessened. The people were kind to us. They did not care we were werewolves, in fact they soon found us to be delightful. They enjoyed seeing us shift and run on all floors. And they were even more amazed to see us fuse. We earned our keeping, helping to farm and hunt, we learned to fish and saw such amazing animals and the flora was so beautiful. Soon we started to go native. We would hunt with them, we started wearing their cloths, ate their food, listened as they spoke of their legends and we soon knew their songs by heart. Aiden loved playing with the children. He would wrestle with them and chase them, baring his fangs and growling at them playfully. It was a side of him I hadn't seen in a long time.
"We had spent so many years in darkness, now we found ourselves back in the light and we loved it. We found friends, family and even love. There was a man, his name was Danny. Or at least that was my nickname for him. You would have loved him, everyone loved Danny. He loved hearing my stories about the outside world, he had a strong hunger for knowledge too. He always saw the best in everyone. I fell in love with him. Then Aiden got one of the local girls pregnant. We knew we couldn't go back to Deaucalion. We had found a new family. A true family and we couldn't lose it. But we feared Deaucalion might return to try and bring us back. So we told them the truth. Who we were, where we came from. Why we were there. We stood before Danny and his people and got on our knees and bowed our heads. We swore we would do everything in our power to protect them if they let us.
"The chief stepped forward and at first I thought he was going to crack our skulls open with his stone scepter. Instead he stood us up and embraced us both. In that moment we were truly one of them. And when Deaucalion, Ennis and Kali arrived they demanded we return with them. We refused. They tried to force us but we were not alone. They laughed when they saw the locals on our side. They did not think a bunch of savages could be a threat. But they underestimate them. They were not Hunters, but they had ways to deal with supernatural threats. And there were other creatures who lived on the islands. Creatures who did not like to outsiders coming to cause a ruckus.
"We kill all three of them, Ennis, Kali and finally Deucalion. It was not easy, and we lost a lot of good people to take him down. But even he fell. We burned their bodies and cast their bones out to the sea. And that was the end of our old lives and the beginning of our new lives. I married Danny. Thats what this means-I showed him the tattoo on my arm- this is what they use. Ink to carve their names on eachothers skins. Aiden and I formed a pack there, the first werewolf pack in the Southern Isles. I offered Danny the bite, but he declined. I loved him, even in the end when he was an old man with white hair and his skin was heavily wrinkled. He left this world to join his ancestors in the next life."
Stiles was silent. His face was passive but his eyes showed the complex emotions he was feeling.
"Wow, thats one hell of a story...how long ago did he pass?"
"Ten years ago. I still miss him. He saw the good in me, even when he learned all the terrible things I did. Stiles...you need to know. If our eyes were not red...they would be blue. The mark of a killer. Our past is soaked in blood and evil. But we are not the same men we once were. We are not scared, abused orphans, nor are we sadistic alphas. We wish to live our lives in peace and prosperity. I understand if this knowledge of my past fills you with disgust, but please, do not fear for Lydia. My brother has never shown such care and love for another, besides his children and myself. She will be more safe now than she has ever been in her whole life."
Why did I tell him all of this?
These were some seriously dark secret which I have told to no one since Danny. Even after all these years whispers of our past actions still haunted us.
"She knows doesn't she, Lydia knows about your past, I tried talking to her about it once. The rumors but she brushed it off as nonsense. But she had this look in her eyes. Like she was worried."
"She knows, Aiden told her. Wanted her to know what she was marrying. Even though he knew it could have meant she would never want to see him again."
"So...why are you telling me?" he asked.
Isn't that the question.
"I...like I said. You remind me of Danny. Kind, caring, loyal. Since my brother and your Lydia are now married we will be spending more time together and I...I want there to be no secrets between us. It seems odd for me to be telling you all this. We barely know one another but you have always treated me and my brother kindly. You have never looked down on us or thought us lesser because of how we dress or how we act."
Lydia's mother Natalie had been distraught when she learned her daughter was marrying some unruly cur like my brother. She had hoped Aiden was a simple fling, she thought her daughter enjoying a little taste of forbidden fruit. She never imagined the little fling would turn into something more.
She had tried her best to try to tame Aiden, doing everything in her power to make him more presentable. Making him wear designer cloths instead of the animal skins and leather he normally wore. Having him take etiquette lessons so he would know how to sit right, speak right, eat right. All to try to mitigate the shame of having some werewolf from some distant island for a son-inlaw.
Aiden hated every moment, but for the sake of Lydia he swallowed his pride (another sign of his love for her, for Aiden was not one to surrender his dignity so easily without a bloody fight) and did as Natalie instructed.
She tried to tame me as we well. But I only took the lessons I deemed necessary to blend in better with this strange and beautiful land. It had been so long since we had left the island that we had almost forgotten the ways of our old world.
But unlike Aiden I only took what I needed, I wasn't the one getting married after all.
Stiles was one of the few who always treated us kindly and when he said it was nice to see us we knew he wasn't lying because his heart never skipped a beat, not unlike the rest of some of these fake fools.
"Funny think about being a businessman is you learn how to read people. To tell who is good, who is bad. Who is a snake in the grass and who is good to deal with," he said. He walked forward until our chests were pressed close together.
God the smell of him, like fire, charcoal and burning steel. As if the very forge he helped make was seared into his very being.
"I think you are a good man Ethan Stein. I think you are not the same man you once were and have found a better way to live your life."
Our faces were slowly getting closer, I could feel his breath on my lips and count every single eyelash he had.
"Stiles," I whispered.
"There you guys are!"
The two of us jumped apart to see Scott and Aiden walking towards us. Judging from the way they walked they were both drunk on the cheer and beer.
"Dude, Lydia is looking for you, she wants a dance!" Scott said, he put his arm around Stiles and led him back to the party.
"So, what has my little brother been doing off in the woods?" Aiden asked giving me a lewd look.
"Really Aiden, I am not going to have sex with someone in the woods on your wedding day," I said.
"I would. In fact I plan to have lots of sex with my beautiful bride tonight!"
He threw his hands up in the air and let out a howl of joy. Several howls shot from the direction of the wedding in response.
"Come on, lets get you back," I said.
We wrapped our arms around one another and began to head back. I doubt Aiden will be getting any sex tonight. Knowing him he will probably drop dead the second he back hits the bed.
"I'm going to miss you little brother," Aiden said giving me a small hug.
"I'll miss you too brother," I responded.
I wanted to go with him. I really did. I wanted to be there when he and Lydia married again and be there to take their pain when they tattooed their names on their bodies. But I needed to stay in Beacon as the envoy for our people, and the idea of going back on a ship makes me ill.
Ever since we almost drowned when we first went to the islands Aiden and I had a few of riding on boats and ships. Coming to Beacon had been a nightmare for the both of us. I know Aiden will be just as afraid when he goes back and will hate to look weak in front of his wife.
But our pack needed at least one of their alphas to return.
"Listen. I want you to promise me something." He stopped walking and placed both of his hands on my arms. "While you are gone I want you to find someone...I know you miss Danny. I miss him too. But he wouldn't want you to live alone for the rest of your days brother." his hand squeezed around my tattoo. "Ten years is long enough Ethan."
"I can't. It feels like I am cheating on him Aiden," I whispered. "Wolves mate for life you know."
"But even wolves find a new mate if the old one dies. We're still young Ethan. Still got two, maybe three centuries left in us. I don't want to see you live for that long all alone with no one to love you in ways I can't. I saw you and Tiles-"
"Stiles," I corrected.
"Yes, him. Look I saw you guys were about to kiss. That is the most intimate thing I have seen you do with another man since Danny passed. You can't lie to me Ethan. I felt it through our connection!"
He wrapped his arms around me in a true hug.
"I don't want to be the only brother who has a mate. Please, for your own sake, find love again. I dare say it is closer than you think."
He pulled away and we headed back to the wedding. It was starting to get dark out. More people were dancing now. As the alcohol flowed and people became more rowdy and brave laughter became more frequent and loud.
I saw Talia Hale dancing with her husband, watching as their son Derek danced with his wife Paige and their daughter Cora danced with a man with curly blonde hair. Laura, the eldest was giggling as a man who had the star of a deputy on his shirt whispered in her ear and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
Scott was twirling the Argent girl around, they stared into one anothers eyes. Lost in their own little world. I saw Scotts' mother the healer Melissa was talking to Stiles father, they were both looking rather chummy.
It seemed like love was in the air. What was it about weddings that seemed to bring out the romance and affection in others? It had been the same during my wedding with Danny. Food, drink, music, dancing.
I saw Lydia and Stiles dancing. OR rather she was standing there, watching as Stiles did this crazy...gods was he trying to dance?
He was swinging his arms around, a silly smile on his face, moving his hips around to the beat of the music. Or maybe he was having some kind of muscle spasm.
He look utterly ridiculous, yet he was also beautiful to behold.
"Lets go save your wife," I said.
"You thinking what I am thinking Ethan?" Aiden asked.
"Oh yes," I grinned.
We made our way over to the pair. Our bodies moved in perfect synch. He took her hands and I took Stiles. They both seemed surprised as we held them close to our chests.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Stiles asked.
"My brother and I think we need to show you how to dance," I responded.
"Southern Island style!" Aiden said.
People cleared a space for us as we danced with them. Lydia was of course as elegant and perfect and dancing as she was at everything else in life. Stiles on the other hand was awkward, clumsy and clearly nervous to be dancing with me.
"So I was thinking," I said. "If you are willing, maybe we could….do something together."
"Something?" he asked trying not to trip on his feet.
I chuckled. "Sure...if you want, I could help teach you how to dance better."
He smiled back, a challenge. "I am known for being hopeless at dancing."
I responded. "I learned a long time ago hope can come from unexpected places."
"Gods sake Stiles, just tell him you'd be happy to date him already!" Lydia said as she and Aiden danced by us.
"Lydia!"
"Before I leave Beacon Hills you are going to have hope for some kind of romance. If not at least you can get some good sex out of it."
"Lydia!" the both of us cried out.
Aiden laughed at us. I glared at him and he twirled her up into the air, making her scream with laughter.
"I would like to...date I mean," Stiles said grabbing my attention again.
"Really?" I asked.
He nodded nervously. "If you are willing to out up with my antics."
"For you, anything," I said.
We spoke no further, merely continued to dance. Even when more and more people began to close ranks around us as more people joined in the festivity. Like Scott and Alison we stared into each others eyes, lost in our own world, a world filled with possibilities.
Eight Months Later
Stiles
I sat the plate down in front of Ethan. "Thank you," he said. He looked down hungrily at the plate I made for him.
It has been eight months since Lydia left to go to the Southern Islands with Aiden. She keeps in touch, Aidens family adore her, though she has forbidden any of them to refer to her as mother or grandmother.
It was odd to think of the twins being so old they were someones grandparent or great-uncle. But that was one of the miracles of being a supernatural being.
Lydia had also been sending us shipments of metals and gemstones from the islands and we have been busy making new items to sell. Since they were made from materials from the infamous Islands of Paradise they were quickly being sold, despite the high price, the rich and noble couldn't help but own something so rare and unique.
The work we had to put into making all the new jewels, armor and weapons was good for Scott. Helped him get his mind of Alison. She had to return to her homelands. Apparently Gerard had tried to overthrow the Hunters council and there was a civil war going on. She had returned to aid her fathers forces in battle.
Scott had wanted to go, but even those opposed to Gerard would not tolerate an unregistered werewolf with no mark roaming their lands...even if he was a true alpha and dating the heir to the Argent family.
Everyone had conflicting views on the civil war. Some thought it was good, less time for them to hunt supernaturals and more Hunters winding up dead. There was even talk about possible invasions of the Silver lands after the war. No matter who the victor, the longer the war went on the weaker they would be.
Since there were many refugees in Beacon who were run out from their home in the East it was no surprise these talks were happening. Hell, even the Hunters all new this. That was why they were all desperate to end it before they got to weak.
There were not just people in Beacon Hills who wanted some payback. Lots wanted to pay the Hunter families of the Silver Land back for some age old vendetta or pain that had been inflicted on them. The Hunters had been a little too overzealous in their quest to enforce their code. Now the monsters were seeing an opportunity and were getting more and more excited at the idea.
Hopefully Alison wouldn't have to deal with another war after she ended this one.
I banished these thoughts from my head. It was a special night and I would not burden myself with thoughts of war. Ethan and I had been dating for months now, tonight I wanted to simply have a good time with him.
We have yet to have sex, we have kissed, our hands have explored the surface of eachothers bodies, but we have never seen one another naked nor done anything less than sensual.
We both wanted to take things slow. I know he was still fighting his feelings for his deceased husband. I did not fault him that. Werewolves weren't the only ones who formed powerful romantic bonds. If the roles were reversed I don't think I could find the strength to move on.
I myself enjoyed our pace. After so many years of meaningless sex it was time I finally settled down and thought of my future. Dad was happy I was starting to worry less about work and more about forming a meaningful relationship.
"It's about time kid, you work too hard. You got to stop and enjoy life you know."
He was a little wary though. Being the sheriff he knew all about Ethan and Aidens past. But after a few dinners together dad warmed up to Ethan and the three of us have enjoyed dinner together for months now.
But we were not having dinner at my dads. It was just Ethan and I all alone. I was hoping to take the next step in our relationship. I had it all planned out. But before I did I had to show him my...dark secret.
Right now I was telling him the story of a time Scott and I were attacked by bandits on our way home gathering supplies from a neighboring town.
"We were doing good, I can hold my own in a fight. I am not as good as a fighter as Scott. You would think being a kitsune would make me a total bad ass. But I saw this one thief running up on Scott with this long ass sword. I jumped in front of Scott, intending to take the blow, but the second the blade touched my skin it shattered. Some of the shards hit the bandit in the face and he screamed in agony. On instinct I grabbed one of the shards and it melted! It wrapped around my fist like a glove! That was the day I gained a new tail. The day I learned how to manipulate metal."
"Do you still have it?" Ethan asked.
I nodded. "Yep. After we got home I remodeled it. I have it hidden. A kitsune always hides their tails."
"I never got how your tails manifest as objects," he said.
"Me either," I said with a shrug. When my powers first manifested all I could do was sense the treasures hidden in the earth. Something all of my clan can do. But manipulating metal is a bit different. It helped us immensely in the forge as well."
"I imagine, instead of taking hours working on one project you can simply just will it to form a shape."
"Scott says it's cheating. That real forgers use fire. Problem is I am the last person you want with a hammer."
We both laughed. Ethan knew how clumsy I was. Lets just say I was thankful he had accelerated healing. Some of those dance lessons got a little...intense.
I took a deep breath and placed my hand on his. He smiled and ran his thumb over my knuckles. "Are you okay? You smell nervous."
"I...we have been going on for a while now. And it has been great."
"Your breaking up with me," he said, his face falling.
"What? No!" I quickly responded. "God no. I just...you have been open with me. Always answering my questions, even when it came to your past. I know it took a lot for you to open up to me about that. I think it is time I...show you my darkest secret."
I stood up, still holding his hand I led him down into the basement. We walked into the center of the room, I carried a candle in one hand and gave it to him to hold.
"What I am about to show you only a few people know about…if after this you no longer want to be with me I understand."
"I doubt that," he said.
I smiled. I bent down and placed my hand on the floor. I focused my power, down through my hand and into the stone. I felt it respond and a crack began to form. The ground began to give way, soon revealing a flight of stairs.
"You have a secret room?" he asked, sounding amazed.
"It's where I keep my horde and my wards. Come on."
I led him down the stairs and through a long tunnel. I used the candle to light a lantern hanging on the wall and used it to light our way through the tunnel.
"I thought you could only manipulate metal," he said.
"Mountain kitsune are just a branch from the earth kitsune. Our power lay in what is beneath the ground. Not the ground itself, but we do have limited abilities of controlling the earth. It took me weeks to get into this tunnel and find the secret room. If I were of the earth clan it would have been a lot easier."
"You mean you didn't make it?"
I shook my head. "No, this has been here for a long time. Hidden away from the rest of the town."
We hit a dead end. Once more I touched the wall and focused. I sent another pulse of power and the wall crumbed, revealing a dark room. I saw Ethans eyes glowed, like a pair of blood red orbs and he gasped.
"No freaking way!"
I walked in and began to light the other torches in the room. The light shined off the mounds of diamonds and jewels and silver and gold coins. He walked in, his mouth hung open. "This...Stiles, is this yours?"
"It is now," I said sadly. "When I began to plan to open my own forge along with Scott and Lydia we faced some...financial difficulties. There were a few other forges in town and no one wanted to give a loan to a bunch of kids with little to no experience in business. So I figured since I was a walking metal detector I could use my powers to hopefully find some treasure. You know Beacon Hills has been through hundreds of wars over the centuries?"
He nodded.
"Well there are all kinds of stories about nobles who kept some of their treasures hidden away in secret tunnels or buried underground in case they needed to flee or the new rulers took all their riches. I found this place abandoned years ago. My powers told me there was a lot of metal down here and after a few weeks I manged to make my way to this room. When I found it I knew I had enough money to help us start the forge...but then I discovered something else."
I led him further into the room. We turned the corner past a massive pile of coins and once more Ethan let out a gasp of surprise.
There were dozens of statues. Some made from silver, others from gold, some were even made from gemstones. Ruby, sapphire, emerald, topaz, lapis lazuli, moonstone and more. They were all disturbingly detailed. From the tips of their toes to each individual strand of hair on their heads.
They were all nude men, each of them in various poses and positions, as if whoever had made them had purposely created them to look lewd and erotic. Their dick were hard, some were bigger than others and some had more girth.
Some had looks of pure ecstasy on their faces while a few looked rather shocked, even horrified.
"These are my wards," I told Ethan.
"Wow. These are...amazing! I have never seen something so perfectly human like."
You have no idea I thought to myself.
He walked over to one statue. It was flat on its back, his hands were posed over his hips, as if he was supposed to be holding something...or rather someone.
"Stiles I am no arts dealer but even I can tell you there are plenty people out there who would love to buy these things...I mean the detail along is so...I feel like they are about to come alive at any moment."
His hands traveled down the statues chest, marveling at the texture and detail. Just as his hand moved past the belly button I realized he meant to inspect every single detail himself.
"Don't do that!" I shouted.
He jumped in surprise, looking like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His cheeks turned a little red and he looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to look like some pervert feeling up-"
"They are real," I blurted out.
He looked at me with a confused expression. "I know they look real."
I took a deep breath. "No I mean...they are real. There are men underneath there. Trapped."
A look of pure shock and horror filled his eyes. His eyes darted from one statue to another. "What? How can this be! What do you mean there are men in there!"
"Let me explain, please."
"Please hurry up because I am freaking out here!"
"Long ago, centuries ago even. A kitsune came to settle in Beacon Hills. She was of the mountain clan like me. She was an explorer who traveled from her homeland to satisfy her wanderlust. She came to Beacon, drawn here in part because of the nemeton, and also because as a kitsune a place like Beacon Hills was irresistible to her. She met a blacksmith and they fell in love and had a family. For a time they were happy, but one day...as was the norm back then Beacon Hills was invaded by a nearby kingdom and her whole family died. She survived but the grief of her loss made her go mad and she became a nogitsune."
"Is that some kind of kitsune?" he asked.
"Basically. See, there are thirteen clans of kitsune, each with its own element. But every kitsune is defined as being either zenoo are benevolent and are peaceful and good...than there are nogitsune who are evil and cause chaos. Typically nogitsune are made up of those from the void clan but it is possible for members of other clans to go bad. She lured men into her home and during the act of sex she used her powers to trap them in her riches."
"But why? Was it just some kind of sick game for her?" he asked.
"I think...but I also have another theory. Notice anything similar about all the men?" I asked him.
He examined the faces of each and every statue, though I could tell it disturbed him to do so. I couldn't blame him, I remember the horror I felt when I realized what I had found all to well. Hell, I had nightmares for months.
"They all look...similar. Like, maybe they are related. I see some similarities. Did they all come from the same family?"
"I think...and I am only guessing mind you. That she targeted men who resembled her husband. He was dead but she wanted to keep him alive. It might seem insane for you, it does for me too but thats the thing about nogitsune. Shit like this makes clear sense."
"Are they...still alive?" he asked.
"I wasn't sure at first. I went to Lydia. Her banshee powers allowed her to hear their whispers. After that I went to Talia Hale. She got me in contact with her emissary, he ran some tests and found they are alive."
"By the gods...are they...aware?" he asked, "or are they asleep?"
"I don't know. For all I know they could be listening to us right now."
"I need to leave this room...right now," he said.
"I understand."
We left the room, I shut the entrance behind us and we returned to my basement.
"Why do you still have them down there?" he asked me.
"I want to help them," I told him. "The kitsune who cursed them was eventually discovered. They tried to capture her alive so she would tell them where her victims were but they had no choice but to put her down. Deaton thinks that if I become strong enough I might be able to free them. But the problem is I don't know what state they will be in. What if they have gone mad? Can you imagine being stuck in that room, all alone in the dark for centuries? Or what if they have been suspended in a state of sexual bliss and have lost their minds? Or what if I free them and the centuries catch up and they rapidly age."
I shook my head. There were a lot of what ifs about this whole situation. But still I had to try. For their sakes.
"So why help them if there are so many risks involve?" Ethan asked.
"It would be cruel to just leave them like that. That is no way to live. A grotesque parody of life, forever frozen, perfect but stagnant. As a mountain kitsune I feel a personal responsibility to help them. It was one of my clan who did this, and I think the old her. The one that had once been good would want me to help as well. She wasn't always bad, but losing her family just made her go bad. I am not excusing what she did."
He was quiet for a moment. I let him take time to let it all sink in. I did just drop a disturbing secret on him.
"If anyone knows the depths of depravity that pain and loss can push you to it is me. Who else knows?"
"Scott, Lydia, Talia and Deaton. We felt it best to keep this quiet. Try and save these guys some dignity you know."
"Are you confidant that you can help them?" he asked.
"She was much older then me and more skilled. Maybe in a few centuries I can figure out how to break the spell. Deaton thinks that if I were to recreate the circumstances of the curse I might be able to reverse it."
He frowned. "Wait, you mean-"
"Have sex with them, yes. She used sex magic with her natural affinity for metals to bind them. Don't feel like having sex with a bunch of statues though and even if I could break the curse imagine the shock it would give them. One moment they have a beautiful women, the next they got me."
Ethan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He turned around, showing me his back. I nervously began to pace. I waited for him to speak.
"Why did you show me this?" he asked finally.
"You bared your soul to me Ethan. You have told me so much about your past...all your dark secrets. I feel like what we have is strong enough that we can share our darkest secrets with one another. I hope this hasn't made you think less of me."
He spun around, a look of shock on his face. "Stiles, I could never think less of you!" he quickly walked over to me, taking my hand in his. "You are nothing less then kind and loving. I mean, you have taken personal responsibility to end the sins of a woman you never met and take care of men you have no reason to care for. Not very many people would go through the trouble of doing what you are."
He leaned forward and captured my lips in a kiss. I felt the breath leave me as his lips touched mine. He pulled back looking sheepish. In the months we have dated we have never kissed, not once. "I hope I haven't taken any liberties with-"
It was my turn to silence him with a kiss. He groaned and I felt his tongue push against my lips. I opened them, allowing him entry. He was gentle, yet dominating. I let him take control, knowing that as an alpha it was his instinct to take the lead.
He wrapped his arms around me and I shivered at the feel of his muscles tightening around me.
I pulled back, his eyes were glowing red and filled with lust. I could feel myself harden under his gaze. His nostrils flared and I knew he could smell my arousal. Kitsune didn't have enhanced senses on the same level as werewolves, but we were a bit better than humans.
"Ethan...I think it's time we consummated our feelings. I want us to finally become lovers and I want to explore every inch of you, so that I may know all the delights of your body."
He cocked his head to the side. "Are you really asking me for sex after you just showed me a room full of men who were cursed to be living metal statues during while they were in the act of making love."
Shit, when he put it that way.
He took my hands in his, a smile on his face in an almost mocking expression. "Because to be honest, when you said you might have to have sex with those men to free them, all I could imagine was you naked, plunging their metal rods into your tight hole."
"You found that arousing did you?" I asked with a grin.
"Made me harder than a steel rod," he replied.
"Than how about we go to my room. I have another surprise for you," I said.
He winced. "Please tell me its not more statues."
I laughed. I kissed him again, gently nipping at his lower lip. "No, you'll like this a lot more. I promise."
"Are you finished yet?" Ethan asked.
"Almost," I called out.
I put the last piece on and took a deep breath. I peered over the edge of the folding screen I was changing behind to look at Ethan. The screen had been a gift from Melissa for my birthday a few years ago. It came from Nippon, the land where the kitsune came from, it depicted a large group of foxes wearing human cloths walking down a road, floating orbs of fox-fire hung in the air, following the procession, at the front was a man and woman. The groom and the bride. Even though the sun shined and there wasn't a cloud in the sky it rained.
It was called, Kitsune no yomeiri- the fox's wedding. It had been Melissa's not-so-subtle hint about me settling down. "You're not getting any older Stiles. Scott is courting Alison, you need to consider having a family. A nice son or daughter to pass on the forge to you. Wouldn't it be wonderful to watch your children and Scott's children playing together!"
Perhaps Melissa will finally be getting her wish.
As I looked over the top of the screen a small gasp left my lips as I saw the glorious sight that was Ethan Stein.
He had carried me all the way to my room. I had prepared earlier before he came for dinner. I had filled the room with ocean scented candles, I had hoped their scent would help him relax and remind him of his home, the bed was covered in orange lily petals.
He had sat me on my feet, looking at the room with a warm expression. "You planned for all this?" he had asked.
"I have been planning this for a while. I wanted everything to be special."
He kissed me on the cheek and told me how perfect it all was. I lit the candles and I could tell from how deeply he breathed through his nose I had chosen the right ones. I told him to make himself comfortable while I more...comfortable.
I had thought Ethan would merely kick off his boots and maybe take off his shirt. But much to my surprise he was almost naked, having removed all his clothing save for a very small loincloth and if that bulge was anything to go by...wow.
He was laying on the bed with his hands behind his head. The candlelight looked beautiful against his skin, showing every delicious inch of muscle he had. I saw he had a few more tattoos, around his hips which vanished into his loincloth and around his chest and upper legs.
I had asked him how he got the tattoos. The only way werewolves can get them is if they use fire, a much more painful experience than the regular methods humans used. But Ethan said they had a special ink mixed from a flower they have in the Southern Islands that can be used to give those with supernatural healing a tattoo.
He looked so beautiful.
I took a deep breath and looked down at what I was wearing. Who was I compared to him? Granted I had a decent amount of muscle do to the time I spent in the forge. But Ethan had more muscle than even I did!
"You okay?" he asked. "Your heart is beating fast."
"Ye-yeah I am fine," I said.
I took a deep breath. This is Ethan, you just kissed him. He will love the way you look.
I walked around the screen. The second he saw me his eyes went round with shock and his mouth fell open, I also notice that bulge in his loincloth began to stir.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
I wore a piece of body jewelry made from delicate gold and silver chains that covered my chest, hips and arms but left me more or less naked. I might as well be wearing nothing.
He sat up, his eyes began to bleed red. "I speak two languages, yet I still don't have enough words to describe how wonderful you look," he said.
I began to walk to him, slowly, enjoying the feel of the metal sliding against my skin. I could feel the fox in me yipping at the sensation. It was only natural I would have an attraction to metals and gems. All kitsune loved to be around their element, we drew power from it.
Even as a kid I loved collecting coins and gems, I was a bit of a klepto, drove my dad and mom crazy with all the stuff I stole. I had to get more clever growing up because they always found my horde.
I stopped in front of Ethan, I pressed my knees against his, enjoying the feel of our skin touching.
I leaned down and tugged on his loincloth, he lifted up his hips so I could get it off him easier. I felt like a kid unwrapping the paper from the largest box on his birthday. I was reward with the sight of his cock laying half-hard on his stomach, slowly growing bigger under my gaze.
I saw he had tattoos going straight to his inner thighs. Black lines with a triple moon symbol right below his navel. I know the people from the Southern Islands used tattoos to denote their status and bloodlines. Besides the wedding tats on his arm I didn't know what the rest meant.
I was looking forward to finding out.
"Turn around, I want to see the rest of you," he said with a husky, lust filled voice.
I smiled and backed away so he could get a better view of me. I slowly began to turn around, enjoying the sensation of his now red eyes fixated solely on me.
"Gods your so beautiful. Come here!"
I walked back over to the bed, slowly crawling up his chest. He slid his hand over my hip, his fingers played with the chains that hung loose around me. I tipped his chin back, fuck he had some good chiseled cheeks.
"I hope you are pleased," I said.
"Hmm, I think we can make this whole night more, pleasurable."
We rolled around on the bed, soon orange lily flowers were sticking to our skin as we groped, kissed and licked every bit of flesh we could find. Our hands were like the hands of an artist and our bodies were the canvas, gently touching and teasing the skin, eliciting sweet moans and gasps.
All these months of being chaste and formal, merely holding hands and fighting our basic instincts were finally coming to fruition. All the pent up sexual energy we had made this so much sweeter.
Ethan suddenly rolled us so I was on top and he was on his back. "Spin around. I want to suck you off."
Heat pulled in my stomach at his words. "Lets suck each other off," I responded.
His red eyes seemed to pulse at my word. "Sounds like a damn good idea."
I turned around and he grabbed my hips and moved me so I was over his face. I leaned forward and gasped as the sensation of a moist tongue licking the tip of my cock. "Oh God Ethan," I moaned.
His dick was fully erect now. I marveled at its size. He really was blessed. Most people think werewolves are all naturally hung. It was a rumor the men loved to propagate. Although becoming a werewolf does increase your physical abilities, enhanced strength, enhanced senses, enhanced healing. An enhanced dick isn't one of them.
While he skillfully slid my flesh in and out of his mouth with expert grace I clumsily fumbled for his blessing. I was no stranger to oral sex, though I am far from an expert. I started out slow, gently lapping at his slip, I could tell from the hum of pleasure the reverberated down my rod that he enjoyed what I was doing so far.
I sucked on his head for a few seconds until it was a light purple. Then I licked around the edges, making it nice and sensitive. I gently massaged his fat sack, I rubbed my cheeks against his dick like a cat scent marking his favorite toy. I guess that is what I was doing, marking his most intimate part with my scent and being marked in return by the precum dripping from his swollen cockhead.
Ethan was deep-throating me now, I could feel myself deep in his throat. I marveled at his skills (which obviously exceeded my own) and hoped he was as satisfied with me as I was with him. He gently massaged my cheeks, pushed the chains up my waist so he could properly squeeze my ass. I began to lift my hips up and down, fucking his face. I moved slowly so not to chock him.
He lifted me up by my waist with such ease, as if I weighed nothing. "I am going to fuck you now."
He said it as a statement, not a question or a request. He knew he had me in the palm of his hand, it was what tonight was all about. The two of us consummating our love as only two in love can.
"There is oil in the drawer by the bed," I said.
"Lay on your belly," he said.
I did as he said, while he moved to reached into the drawer by the bed to grab the bottle of scented oil. He moved so he was sitting right behind my. He moved my legs so they rested on his thighs. He leaned forward, causing his dick to slide along the crack of my ass.
I gasped, both at the sensation of his throbbing manhood sliding along my skin and at the feel of his breath against my ear.
"What did I do to be blessed with such a soul such as you?"
He kissed my ear, then my neck and than all the way down my back. I heard him open the bottle and shivered as I felt the slick, cool oil pour down my crack.
"Say my name little fox," he said as he pried open my cheeks.
"Ethan," I whispered.
"Louder!" he ordered, slapping my ass sharply.
"Ethan!" I yelled.
"You'll be screaming that name soon!"
I moaned as I felt him probe my hole, pushing in two fingers into my opening. I kept myself nice and relaxed, fighting my bodies instinct to tense at the intrusion.
Ethan really did have experience, never before had I felt so alive, my whole body as aflame with lust. I gripped my sheets and bit into my pillows. I could hear Ethan breathing hard as he continued to loosen me up. When he added a third finger I screamed.
"You like that?" he asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.
"Yes! Yes! YES!" I screamed.
"Then you are going to love this!"
He pulled his fingers out of me and I cried at their loss. He spun me around, he was fully wolfed out now. His eyes shined like a pair of angry red suns and his ears were pointed and his brow more pronounced. I opened my legs in invitation and he grabbed my waist and roughly pulled me forward.
"Say the words Stiles, I need to hear them," he said, his voice deep.
"Take me Ethan, Claim me," I said.
He closed his eyes. When he opened them they had returned to their normal brown color, though the rest of his face remained lupine. He pulled me closer, his cock pressed against my hole, he gave a sharp thrust forward and his cockhead pushed past my hole.
Even with the oil and prep it still stung like a bitch to have him pop into me like that, once I settled down he began to slowly push his weight into me, the pace was slow but it still burned, but I did not ask him to stop, I enjoyed it.
Once he bottomed out he bent down and kissed me, I had to be careful not to cut myself on his fangs so it was a little awkward.
He pulled back and just as his dick was about to pull out, tugging on my rim in the process he gave a sharp thrust back in.
"Yes!" I hissed in pleasure,
He sat a pace, quick and brutal, I could literally feel the passion and desire he had been holding back for the last few months in each thrust.
He suddenly spun us around so I was on top, his hands had a bruising grip on my hips. "Ride me Stiles! RIDE ME!"
I did as he said. My hips bounced up and down, causing the chains the jiggle like chimes mixed with the brutal sounds of skin hitting skin.
"I love you Ethan Stein," I said. I could feel the fox in me pushing to the surface, I could feel my senses extending, I could sense all he riches in all of Beacon Hills. From my horde down below to the very edges of our territory. Never before have I been able to reach out this far!
"I love you with all my heart and soul, my alpha of the Southern Islands, child of Lycaon, flesh-dancer and most precious of my horde. I love you more than all than what the earth holds beneath her crust!"
Something was happening, I could feel it in my bones. There was magic in the air. I could feel it! Something was happening that I couldn't have predicted. Something that I could not stop, or rather would not.
I felt the fox rise up and I did not fight it. An orange, fiery shroud enveloped me. It was in the shape of a fox and the second it appeared the jewels and chains around me burst from my body and began to float around me, as did the lily petals that had littered the bed.
The lights from the candles suddenly went out, but still the room was lite by a multitude of colors. I looked around and saw the room was filled with kitsune spirits. They were a verity of colors, each one denoting their clan. Their tails numbered between one and nine and I felt the fox acknowledge them in the way one might greet a distant cousin.
Foxfire soon filled the room, some of it came sparking from their tails, some blew out from their mouths with each breath. They watched us, I knew they were not here to harm us, but rather bear witness to a special occasion.
I looked down at Ethan, I was still bouncing on his lap, he looked around the room in wonder but did not try to end our intercourse.
I opened my mouth and the words were foreign to me, a language I did not understand. "Watashi no ōkami to iu kotoba o iu. Watashitachi no kumiai o fūin shi, ima kara eien ni hitotsu ni naru yō ni shimashou!"
Ethan let out a gasp, he looked at me in awe and wonder, as if I was the most splendorous thing ever.
"I love you Stiles Stilinski, fox of the mountain, child of the hills, lord of steel whose true name is hidden from all. I love you as a wolf can only love his mate!"
He sat up, pushing me back and pulling me up so I was on my knees, he entered me again, harshly from behind and resumed fucking me, I pushed my ass back and forth to meet his furious pace and together we pushed the limits of our bodies capabilities.
I came suddenly and without warning, the heat inside me suddenly exploded. My essence erupted from my cock, shooting out onto the bed and even hitting the floor. The second it touched the surface it turned into pebbles of moonstone.
I felt Ethans knot began to grow, catching my rim with each thrust until finally it locked us together, but even then he kept thrusting, causing me to cry out as my stretched hole was tugged roughly.
At last Ethan threw back his head and roared so powerfully it caused the very windows to shake. I let out my own meager cry as his seed filled me, so hot and thick in volume.
An explosion of multicolored light shined from my window. We both looked to see a light splatter of rain hitting the glass as a shinning rainbow hung over the moon.
We fell back onto the bed, Ethan cradled me close to his chest, rubbing his cheek against me, murmuring such sweet words like "Mine!" and "Beautiful." while my body still shook from what had just happened. The aura vanished and I could hear the fox in my head singing in joy.
The spirits were still here, still watching us. Then as if on some signal they all threw their heads back and began to emit a call that was beautiful to hear. I knew they were singing, serenading us in congratulations.
"What is going on?" Ethan asked.
I looked at the singing foxes, to the window and finally to the wooden screen Melissa got me.
"I think...we just got married."
Ethan
Stiles and I stood in front of the shaman as he wed us.
Technically we were already married but we both wanted to do something a little more traditional and a little less...awkward.
Apparently the night we had sex fox spirits had flooded the streets of Beacon Hills, causing a bit of a panic. It was embarrassing to explain to the council and Stiles dad that because his fox spirit recognized me as Stiles mate it had summoned its kin to witness our marriage.
On the plus side Beacon Hills had enjoyed a good harvest that year. The kitsunes gift to us for our wedding night.
That had been almost two years ago. Two blissful years of happiness and joy. I did not regret our marriage, I loved Stiles and would love him until the end of time.
He didn't want to get married in Beacon. His reasoning was we already got married there, now we had to do it here.
His father was here, standing next to Melissa McCall. Scott Stood next to them as he was Stiles closest kin and. Both his father and Melissa had tears in their eyes, even Scott had trouble keeping his eyes dry.
Aiden stood by me along with Lydia. They both held their daughters. The twins Lucinda and Bella. They had their mothers red hair and when they came of age would inherit their fathers wolf spirit as well as our families power.
The rest of my kin stood in the crowed of people who had gathered to watch our union. There were plenty of tears and joy to go around. After we finished Stiles and I would go to complete our union and tattoo our names on each others arm.
He would put his name below Danny's as per tradition. Stiles did not care if there was already another name on my flesh, he knew how much I loved Danny and was honored to share a place in my heart with him.
He had been nervous about meeting my family, but all of my nieces and nephews adored him. They welcomed him with loving arms as I knew they would.
I looked over to see my sons Keu and Kahu. They stood with their families, looking at me happily. They had all welcomed Stiles warmly. Stiles had been so nervous meeting them. He was afraid they would resent him. That they would see him as some invader trying to take Danny's place in my heart.
But they were delighted to see me find someone to love.
Once Danny and I had held out little boys, feeding them and clothing them. When they came of age I gave them the bite, making them my sons in every way but blood. Now here they are men with their own wives, their own children.
I remember watching them embrace Stiles and almost being overrun with tears. I knew they would love Stiles, but seeing them hug him and thank him for making me happy made me so damned happy.
We planned to stay here for a few months before we set sale for Nippon. We were hoping to find another kitsune from the mountain clan who might be able to help us free Stiles wards from their curse. It would be an adventure for both of us, neither of us had been to that place and finding a kitsune would be tricky. They were not pack creatures like werewolves and preferred to remain hidden.
But there are stories of great temples built to honor them as if they were gods, maybe if we made an offering we would receive an answer to our prayers.
Danny would always have a place in my heart, except now Stiles shared that same spot with him, and I know Danny would be happy to see that I had found love again, just as he wished I would.
I never thought a monster like me could have a happy ending, Aiden and I always believed we would die a violent death as our life was nothing but violence and pain. But we escaped that life and made something better for ourselves and I would always be grateful to fate for not letting me find love once, but twice.
Fusedtwilight: The translation to what Stiles says in Japanese is: "Say the words my wolf, seal our union and let us be as one now and forever!"
I got this translation from Google translate. So if I messed up I apologize.
This chapter was a lot more fluffy and Stiles and Ethans relationship was a lot more drawn out than it was between Parrish and Stiles in the last chapter. It was fun writing them bond and connect before they got into the sex.
Hope you all enjoyed, next chapter is thunder kitsune Stiles and he will be paired with Liam. That chapter will be even longer than this one and may be the most sex charged chapter of all the oneshots I have done so far. Though others may be more intense.
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