Teen Wolf: A Love Story

Scott furrowed his brows and jutted his lips in a childish pout, something even a werewolf disposition couldn’t shake out of him.

“Whatever dude. Don’t even know why you’re burying em,” Scott brooded, leafing through the pages of Lycanthropy and You before something caught his eye and he started smiling with amusement at one of the pages.

Stiles paused to wipe the sweat from his brow once the hole seemed deep enough, slinging his elbow to rest on the wooden handle for a moment to admire his handiwork. He smiled smugly and threw the shovel with a careless swing to the side, laying it to rest by the pile of dirt from his efforts as he squatted to pick up the various books on magic and myths until he tossed them unceremoniously one-by-one into the hole.

It was a warm, summer night and smelled of heady moisture, enough to spawn drops of sweat with little effort at all. They were some few hundred feet behind the skeleton bones of the Hale house in a thicket of tall ash trees, fumbling around with the light from a crescent moon above. Or at least Stiles was fumbling, unaided by wolfy prowess and x-ray vision, or whatever bizarro shit they had going on in there.

Stiles ripped a few rabbit eared sheets from Wolfsbane and other Practical Herbs and crumpled those before tossing them into the pit, deciding soon after to just drop the entirety of the book on top of it. The number of books he had collected was huge, and it took a few trips to the Jeep before Scott and him had rounded them all up to bring them down and into the woods.

Being the only human in a clod of supernatural beings left you with little room for day-saving or town-destroying, so he found his own way to be useful. Stiles had warped himself into a veritable pit of know...

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...ctory as he lay in the dirt for a while beside his half filled hole and pathetic attempt at burying memories. He felt the cool air of the lowlands rolling up the hill toward him, whisking the sweat away from his face and chest as he settled in to the quiet pace of his breathing.

He wasn’t as upset as he felt he should be, abandoned in the dirt by his closest friend slowly pulling farther away from him. He thought Allison out of the picture meant more bro time, but the blossoming pressure of Alpha-Scott and college applications peeled them farther and farther apart. He was sad, but not destroyed. If anything, he felt slightly more at peace than he had in the months before with the entire Darach calamity.

Inhale, exhale, pushing another breath into the ether as he slid his arms behind his head, cushioning him as he felt his eyes close in the stillness of the night.