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Teen Wolf || Stargent || Silver Moon Over Golden Horizon || Stargent || Teen Wolf
Title: Silver Moon Over Golden Horizon – Stiles Summer Stories 2026
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, established relationship, Spark Stiles, hunter Stiles, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, the Hale Pack Moves to Mexico, Pack Alpha Noah, explicit intercourse, anal, butt plug, Daddy Kink f/f, m/f
Main Pairing: Chris/Stiles
Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Malia/Kira, Peter/Sheriff
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Noah Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura
Writer’s Month 2026 Prompts: pleasure + sky
Summary: Now that the Desert Wolf is dead, Stiles gets to take his boyfriend home with him and introduce Chris to his family, including his father, the former sheriff and now Alpha werewolf.
Silver Moon Over Golden Horizon
Stiles Summer Stories 2026
The Desert Wolf was dead. Stiles ran his thumb over his lower lip in a nervous habit. It still felt unreal. But they’d done it. And Stiles had made sure there would be no coming back for her. Calloused fingers wrapped around his wrist and eased his hand off his lip.
“Relax, baby,” Chris whispered softly, pressing a kiss to his palm.
“How can you possibly say that,” Stiles asked baffled. “You are the Argent hunter who is going to be introduced to my dads, two werewolves, one of whom is the Alpha and a former sheriff, and the other who is a Hale. I am going out of my mind with anxiety, how are you not.”
Chris looked at him with those sparkling blue eyes and Stiles felt just a little bit like melting, so he leaned in to kiss his lover. Chris rested a hand in Stiles’ neck to pull him closer. By the end of the kiss, Stiles was somehow straddling Chris’ lap. How had that happened. He blinked dazed.
“Because at this point, you told me… a lot… about your family, your pack,” Chris’ lips dragged down Stiles’ throat, occasionally biting between words. “And from all I heard, I think it’s safe to say that they love you fiercely and want you to be happy. I would hope that at this stage of our relationship, my death would make you quite unhappy. So I think I’m safe.”
“Oh, there are so many non-deadly things the Stepwolf can do to you,” Stiles muttered.
Chris lifted his head to look him in the eyes again. “And do you genuinely think he will?”
That gave Stiles pause. If Chris were just an Argent, invading the territory. But Stiles’ boyfriend? And if Stiles told Peter that he loved the man? The chances of Peter doing serious harm were incredibly slim. Still there, because it was Peter, but Stiles thought Chris might be safe. Even from his dad, because Stiles was a grown adult, could do what he damn well pleased. If he was old enough to travel the states alone to hunt and kill the Desert Wolf, he was old enough to date Chris.
“Okay, yeah, maybe I am spiraling,” Stiles admitted reluctantly after a moment.
“Need me to get you out of your head, baby?” Chris asked in a rough voice.
His hands were on Stiles’ ass now, squeezing. Stiles gasped surprised and stared down at Chris.
“Are you suggesting we join the mile high club?” Stiles asked stunned. “How kinky.”
Chris gave a shrug and a smile at that. “Your stepfather insisted on flying us to Mexico in a private jet, I figured we could use that opportunity and privacy to… have some fun. Because we are absolutely not having sex in the house where your two werewolf fathers live.”
“...Fair,” Stiles nodded slowly. “Even with the silencing runes I carved into the doors myself, I do think I’d feel weird about the werewolf ears and the werewolf noses. Okay, yeah. One last time.”
“I mean, you didn’t have to put it like that,” Chris frowned at that.
Stiles laughed and leaned down to kiss Chris deeply. “One last time until we have privacy again. I’m sure we’ll be able to sneak around some in Bahía de Lobos. I’m sure sex on the beach-”
“No,” Chris cut him off immediately. “I am too old for that kind of nonsense.”
Stiles pouted at that, pushing his lower lip out until Chris surged forward and caught it with his teeth. Stiles gasped a little but then gladly kissed his man. Hands started wandering, until Stiles found himself shirtless and with Chris sucking a hickey onto his collarbone, the man’s fingers working on Stiles’ fly. Stiles shuddered when his ass got exposed to the chilly air in the plane. Big, warm hands were quick to cover it and knead it though.
“Chri—is,” Stiles whined out. “Do you have lube?”
“Of course,” Chris smirked at him and oh that bastard had been planning this.
Stiles was so madly in love with that man. He pulled Chris into another kiss, all tongues and teeth, bruising and desperate, while Chris lubed his fingers up and then pulled Stiles’ cheeks apart. A pleasant shudder wrecked Stiles when Chris slipped two fingers in at once. He knew how Stiles liked it. With a certain burn. But still, Chris was always careful with him. Chris thrust his fingers shallowly, spreading them on the way out and crooking them when he was deep inside, searching for that one spot that made Stiles buck and gasp and curse.
“There you go, pretty boy,” Chris whispered pleased. “Look at you, look how desperate you are for me. God, you are so beautiful, doll. And so responsive.”
He licked down Stiles’ chest so he could wrap his teeth around one of Stiles’ nipples, biting just enough to send a jolt of pleasurable pain through Stiles, his nerves on fire. Stiles whined desperately, bucking against Chris’ fingers. Chris was by now three fingers deep in him and Stiles was getting impatient. His nails scraped over Chris’ shoulder, trying to urge the other hunter on.
“Easy, kitten, put the claws away,” Chris shot him a look. “I would prefer not to have to explain the scratches on my back if we go to the beach with your family, mh.”
Stiles pouted again, but he did his best to control the urge to scratch Chris up. He was rewarded with a squeeze to his ass, before Chris pulled out. A soft noise of protest escaped Stiles, even though rationally, he knew Chris’ fingers needed to leave so they could be replaced by the man’s cock. Quick fingers went to open Chris’ pants and free the man’s hard cock. They both adjusted Stiles in Chris’ lap so the boy could slowly lower himself onto that nice, thick cock, with Chris’ hands on his hips steadying him. Stiles sucked in a breath at the wonderfully familiar feeling of Chris pushing into him, spreading him wide. Stiles’ eyelids fluttered shut once he was fully seated on Chris.
“Could stay like this forever,” Stiles murmured softly, giving a content sigh.
“Liar,” Chris chuckled and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ neck. “We both know that after an hour of cock-warming, you get wriggly and impatient.”
Stiles humpfed at that, even though it was absolutely true. Though an hour was the absolute upper limit. As much as he loved Chris’ cock in him, sitting still for too long did disagree with him. Reaching up, he held onto Chris’ shoulders to steady himself as he gave his hips a tentative roll to test it. Both Chris and Stiles moaned at the sensation so Stiles repeated it.
“So good for me, baby,” Chris whispered in a rough voice. “So good.”
Stiles slowly build up to more, lifting himself more and more, faster and bringing himself down harder again, taking his pleasure from his lover’s cock as he rode him hard, knowing and hearing that Chris was enjoying it just as much. Stiles’ own cock was bouncing between them, until Chris wrapped his fingers around it and started jerking him off. The man’s other hand was cupping Stiles’ ass, squeezing and rubbing it encouragingly.
“Daddy,” Stiles whined when his orgasm was building up.
“Yeah, baby, be good for Daddy, come for Daddy,” Chris encouraged him. “You earned it, kitten.”
With that, Stiles erupted in his lover’s hand, arching his back with his orgasm. He drove himself down hard, getting one last good hit of Chris’ cock against his prostate. With that, and with the way Stiles was convulsing around Chris’ cock, the older hunter came too. Stiles hummed pleased at the sensation, before he froze. They weren’t in their bedroom. There was no bathroom to shower.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Chris asked when he noticed.
“This is going to be a mess,” Stiles muttered.
“You really think I didn’t consider that?” Chris chuckled. “I know how much my boy loves being filled with cum. So I didn’t just bring the lube.”
He took out the golden butt plug Chris had bought him for last Valentine’s Day. It was a princess plug with an aquamarine looking gem at the base that reminded Stiles of Chris’ eyes. Biting his lip, Stiles leaned in to nuzzle into Chris’ neck. He clenched down hard as he pulled off Chris’ cock, then let his lover ease the plug in. A content sigh escaped Stiles at that.
“I know what my boy needs,” Chris whispered, pressing a kiss to Stiles’ shoulder. “You know I got you, baby boy. You know Daddy will always take good care of his baby.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Stiles nuzzled him contently. “I think I’m gonna nap a little.”
“Let’s maybe put your clothes on again before,” Chris suggested amused. “C’mere, kitten.”
He wrangled Stiles back into his shirt and helped him straighten his pants. Stiles blinked and looked at the cum splattered across Chris’ shirt. Well, that was a problem. Chris just chuckled and took his shirt off, giving Stiles the perfect view of silver chest-hair and tattoos, before taking a fresh shirt out of his backpack right next to him. Oh, Daddy really planned this one through. Stiles grinned a little and leaned in to kiss Chris softly before curling up on his lap.
“I love you,” Stiles whispered once they were both settled in comfortably.
“I know, baby,” Chris wrapped his arms possessively around Stiles’ waist. “I love you too.”
They were both looking out of the window, watching the sky tint golden with the sunrise. The silver moon still stood high in the air and it was such a beautiful contrast, a blend of gold and silver, night and day. Opposites, drawn together. Stiles liked it, liked how much it reminded him of them.
/break\
Noah was pacing. It was somewhat endearing. The caged wolf who yearned for freedom. Though every other wolf could relate right now. Airports were not designed for werewolves. The scents, the noise, the overwhelming amount of people. They would all rather be outside. However, Stiles was about to land any minute now and they all had waited for him for too long already.
“I can’t believe Batman’s finally here,” Erica leaned back. “He’s staying, right?”
She was half sprawled over her mate’s lap, her head against Boyd’s shoulder, as Boyd had his arms wrapped around her waist. Next to them sat Malia and Kira, more subtle in their affections as the couple was holding hands. Isaac, Cora and Derek stood behind the bench the four were sitting on.
“If we make a compelling enough case, dear,” Peter offered.
He was standing by his own mate’s side, watching Noah pace back and forth. The next time Noah passed him, Peter caught his wrist and stopped him. The Alpha turned to frown at him, until Peter pulled him into a hug and nuzzled into his neck. Noah inhaled deeply and relaxed in his arms, his own arms wrapping around Peter’s waist to pull him closer.
“Relax, love,” Peter whispered softly. “He’s nearly home.”
Noah just grunted and rubbed his nose along the span of Peter’s throat. “Don’t tell me to relax, Peter. If anyone would manage to crash a private jet because there was, I don’t know, a dragon, it would be Stiles. Any number of things could happen to him before I have him back.”
“Mh… No, I don’t think so,” Peter tilted his head as he looked over his mate’s shoulder. “Unless he’s going to trip on the last ten meters. Which… actually, I am not putting past him.”
“Yo, Stepwolf! What’s with the PDA? Are you guys still not over the honeymoon phase?”
Noah tensed in Peter’s arms and then pushed off to turn around. Stiles was headed toward them with a broad grin on his lips, waving wildly. Next to him was a man, at least Noah’s age, if not older, judging by the silver in his hair and beard. Nice physique, Peter had to admit, as the man’s arms bulged while carrying what appeared to be both his and Stiles’ luggage.
“Stiles,” Noah smiled when he laid eyes on his son.
“Pops!” Stiles broke into a full sprint and then just jumped his father. “I missed you so much!”
“I missed you too, kiddo,” Noah caught his son and hugged him tight.
He immediately started scent-marking Stiles, even as he refused to break the hug. Peter smiled fondly, giving the father-son duo some time alone to reunite first. As soon as Noah took even half a step back did Erica push in, squealing and wrapping herself around Stiles.
“It took you way too long to finally come here,” Erica complained.
“Sorry about that, Catwoman,” Stiles laughed and ran a hand down her back, scent-marking her too.
“So that’s Erica, then,” the man next to Stiles muttered, eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
“Aw, you told your hot DILF about me,” Erica cooed with a grin.
Stiles flushed a little and ducked his head. “Yeah, I told him about all of you. Guys, this is Chris. My boyfriend whom I love very much and would be very sad if anything happened to him.”
“What an ominous introduction,” Kira whispered with a blink.
“He wants to make sure dad doesn’t kill the guy,” Malia shrugged. “Hey, Stiles.”
The couple pulled Stiles into the next hug. “Chris, these are my stepsister Malia and her girlfriend Kira. And those are Boyd, Isaac, Cora and Derek. And these are my dads. Noah and Peter.”
Noah frowned deeply at the man even as he held out his hand. “Thank you for having my son’s back out there. What he was doing was dangerous, I appreciate it.”
Chris seemed surprised but was quick to shake his head. “I have him to thank. He literally saved my life when we met. And has been doing it ever since.”
Chris turned to smile at Stiles with so much soft fondness that Peter wanted to throw up. Clearing his throat, Peter also held out his hand. His grip might have been just a little tighter than necessary. Chris didn’t show it though, he held Peter’s gaze.
“Stiles is a very clever boy,” Peter said with emphasis. “I hope you know to appreciate that.”
“...Did Peter just ask them if they’re having a Daddy Kink thing going on?” Erica asked softly.
“I’m fairly sure he was trying to threaten Chris about the fact that Stiles is like half his age, babe,” Boyd muttered back. “But the delivery was questionable, yes.”
“Thank you for the running commentary on my threats, pups,” Peter shot them a glare.
“Ho—ow about we don’t threaten my boyfriend?” Stiles suggested and pushed himself between them. “How about we check if Allison landed and then get to your place ASAP? I am hungry and I could use a shower.”
“Yes, you could,” Peter narrowed his eyes at the scent of sex and arousal on Stiles.
“Don’t comment on it, uncle Peter,” Cora pleaded, her eyes closed tight. “This entire exchange is already bad enough. Who is Allison?”
“My daughter,” Chris smiled a little sheepishly. “I’m sorry about that. I told Stiles it’s not necessary, but he said that if I meet his family, he wants to meet mine and she is currently on semester break, so Stiles suggested that she could join us. Make it a family vacation.”
“Is she… in the know?” Noah asked with a frown.
“Yes,” Chris answered quickly. “No need to hide anything from her.”
“Well. Some things to hide from her, for everyone’s sanity’s sake,” Stiles argued.
“Baby, please,” Chris closed his eyes and breathed deep. “Can you behave for once?”
“No,” Boyd, Erica, Isaac, Cora and Stiles all chorused.
“You should maybe consider dating someone else for that,” Kira chuckled.
“Oh, he likes it,” Stiles offered the most shit-eating grin. “He just also likes to complain.”
“I love you, everything about you, but you do give me gray hair,” Chris sighed and pulled Stiles close before turning toward the pack. “I had not a single gray hair when I met him.”
The pack laughed startled at that, even Peter couldn’t help the amused smile. Humor. And a clear acceptance for Stiles’ more… Stiles tendencies. Good. Well, Peter would see how well the man fared during these next three weeks. Or beyond. For now, they had agreed on a ‘three week vacation’, after which Stiles planned to go back to the states and continue hunting with Chris. Peter was going to do everything in his powers to keep his pack and family together though.
“Papa! Oh, it’s so good to see you!”
They all turned toward the dark-haired girl running up to them and waving. She was offering a large, dimpled smile as she hugged Chris. Peter could see the same love, worry and relief on Chris’ face that had been on Noah’s face only moments ago.
“Hello, princess,” Chris smiled. “I’m glad you could make it.”
“And finally meet Stiles in person? Of course I made the time,” Allison grinned and turned toward Stiles. “It’s so nice to put a face to the memes. Hi.”
“Hey!” Stiles immediately went for a big hug. “I would like to apologize in advance for anything my family does or says. I am not liable for any of it.”
Allison just laughed and waved at everyone. Well, this was certainly going to be interesting.
/break\
Noah would like to hate the grown man dating his son. His, as Stiles kept reminding him, legally off-age son who had done much more questionable things than date a man twice his age. It should be easy to hate the man for it, especially when Chris brought along his own daughter, who was the same age as Stiles. He should hate Chris for taking Stiles away again after this vacation, back into the danger of hunting. But over the following days, all Noah could see was the love and devotion between them, the way Chris looked out for Stiles, and it wasn’t hard to imagine how Chris was looking out for Stiles during a hunt. Or how much danger Stiles would be in without him.
“I don’t want him to leave again, Peter,” Noah whispered softly.
They were out on the patio, looking out to the mansion’s private beach. Hale money had paid off when it came to starting over somewhere else. Peter approached him from behind and wrapped his arms around him. Out on the beach were Stiles, Derek and Malia playing beach volleyball against Boyd, Erica and Isaac. Kira and Allison were chatting animatedly on a beach towel, laughing, while Cora laid sprawled out tanning. Chris was in the water, swimming.
“Have you talked to him about that yet?” Peter asked. “Maybe all he needs is to hear that he isn’t just welcome here but wanted. Don’t glare at me, love. I know how much you want your son here with us. He does too, probably, but he’s been living on the road for so long now, I think he might have forgotten that he can have a home.”
Noah furrowed his brows at that. Right. Stiles had been gone for so long, lived out of Roscoe, traveling and hunting, high on the adrenaline of it all. Maybe he needed to be reminded of what else life could have to offer. Stiles yelled as he scored and jumped Derek in his excitement. Noah smiled as he watched them. Back in Beacon Hills, he’d lost the Hale Pack one by one and each one leaving had chipped something away from him. Had hardened him. Until he left, to eliminate a threat to them. It was time to remind him for whom he had left in the first place. What he was protecting and that he was a part of it too. Noah turned enough to kiss Peter.
“You’re right,” Noah smiled. “Thank you, love.”
“Now, let’s go and join our pack,” Peter urged him on.
/break\
“And you really aren’t bothered by it?” Chris asked for probably the twentieth time.
Allison just smiled at him with bright eyes and shook her head. “When you first told me on the phone, yes. I did think it was a bit… embarrassing, to be honest. I figured this was a midlife crisis thing and you’d get over it at one point. I mean, you had your coming out late in life, you’re exploring your lost youth, or whatever.”
“I see the psychology degree we’re paying for is paying off already,” Stiles chimed in.
Allison huffed and swatted at him, while Chris sighed. He wrapped his arms around his boy and pulled Stiles down onto his lap, since the brat had decided to interrupt his conversation with his daughter. Stiles hummed and settled more comfortably onto his lover’s lap.
“I can see how much you love him and I can’t have a problem with that,” Allison concluded after a moment, smiling at them. “I just want you to be happy. So much bad has happened in the past, you deserve something good happening. Stiles is good. Weird, but good.”
“Now, that is an accurate description,” Stiles grinned.
The three of them relaxed on the balcony. Before them, the ocean was slowly darkening, the sky tinted golden with the sunset but the night was looming right around the corner. It was peaceful. Beautiful. They’d been in Bahía de Lobos for two weeks now.
“Pizza?” Boyd offered as him and Erica walked out to join them. “Peter made it.”
“Fresh pizza,” Stiles groaned and immediately stole a slice. “I’m being bribed, aren’t I?”
The other couple sat down with them, putting the pizza on the table. Erica reached her legs out so she could rest her feet on Stiles’ lap even as she leaned against Boyd’s chest and relaxed.
“The whole pack has been trying to bribe you into staying,” Erica offered, earning a warning growl inside. “What? You think Stiles didn’t notice on his own, Alpha? He’s your son, you know he’s too smart not to. So, yeah. We been trying to bribe you, totally.”
One by one the rest of the pack came to join them outside. There were cushioned benches set out, facing the sea. Eating here was a regular thing for the pack. Enjoying the warm evenings together. Slowly, the pack settled in together, Derek, Isaac and Cora carrying three more pizzas, while Kira had a cooler filled with bottles and canned sodas for everyone to enjoy. The Alpha pair remained standing though, looking at their son. Stiles heaved a mournful sigh and put his pizza down and then got up. But before he headed inside, he took Chris’ hand. Chris smiled softly as he followed.
“Bribery,” Stiles said as soon as the four were inside, even if it was only an illusion of privacy.
“You don’t have to leave again, kiddo,” Noah looked at his son pleadingly. “This is our home, yours too. You ever only left to protect Malia, so she wouldn’t have to do it herself. You have been a good Left Hand for this pack, but there is no reason to leave again.”
Stiles crossed his arms and shifted a little on the spot. “I’m not… gonna tie Chris down like that.”
Chris’ eyes widened in surprise at that. “I’m the reason you want to leave again?”
“I told you, this was supposed to be a low-pressure meeting,” Stiles frowned. “I’m not expecting you to give up your life and settle down with me.”
“Being with you isn’t giving up anything, baby,” Chris cupped Stiles’ face. “I love you. You have been my life for so many months now. I go where you go. I’ve… I’ve only ever been a hunter, traveling, because it’s all I knew. Because I didn’t have a home. I do now, with you. My home is where you are, baby. And if that’s here? If you want to be with your family? So do I.”
“Are you sure?” Stiles asked with a frown. “Would you really give up the hunt?”
“I mean, we don’t have to give it up for good,” Chris offered softly. “But I am not getting younger and I do think that stepping back and also… not living out of a car… would be nice. We could still go out and hunt. I’m sure this neck of the woods has its fair share of danger too.”
Stiles sagged in relief in his grasp. “Okay. I mean, I wouldn’t mind taking the occasional trip… But I did miss my family. I did miss the pack. I… I missed having a… physical home.”
Stiles swallowed hard and blinked slowly. Chris leaned in to kiss him softly. Until Noah next to them cleared his throat. The Alpha werewolf was staring at them, waiting. Stiles bis his lips.
“So… can Chris stay too?” Stiles asked, fidgeting a little.
“I’m not going to kick your boyfriend out, kid,” Noah heaved a sigh, then smiled at Chris. “If he makes you want to stay, then he is more than welcome on my territory and in my den.”
“Maybe we get our own place,” Chris suggested softly. “I’m… too old to permanently live with this many people in their twenties. It feels like a frat house.”
“It does feel like a frat house, doesn’t it?” Peter asked irritated.
Stiles huffed and leaned back against Chris. “I mean, maybe we could like… turn the pool house into our own place? It’s stupid huge and has a bathroom? Privacy but still… on the grounds? A couple steps away from the pack house?”
“That would be a good compromise,” Chris hummed and looked at Noah. “If that’s okay.”
“You’re both human, I do get that the whole… wolfy clinginess can be overwhelming. I felt the same when I got first turned,” Noah huffed. “So yeah, if you want a bit more privacy, but are still staying, I’m more than happy with that. I just want my son back in my life.”
Stiles stepped forward into his father’s arms and hugged him tightly. “I really missed you.”
Noah scent-marked his son and rubbed his face against Stiles’ hair. “I missed you too, kiddo. I’m glad to have you home. It’s been good, these past two weeks.”
“Yeah,” Stiles’ voice shook a little. “It really was. It feels like… home. I missed that.”
He was clinging onto his father as a sob shook his body. Chris smiled sadly as he watched his boy cry in Noah’s arms. The past few years had been hell on that boy and he had carried far too much for far too long on his young shoulders. Now that it was finally over, now that he had his pack together, under one roof, united by one Alpha, now that his family was safe, Stiles could let go. Peter stepped around them and rested a hand on Chris’ arm, gently guiding him back outside. Giving Stiles and Noah some privacy. Chris let himself be steered that way.
“So, we get to keep Batman?” Erica asked as soon as they came.
“Yeah,” Chris smiled at her. “We’d love to stay, if you are all okay with that.
“Absolutely!” Kira smiled brightly in her excitement.
“Stiles has been missing from this pack for a long time,” Boyd hummed.
“Don’t be too happy,” Derek warned them. “He’s going to drive us all up the wall in no time.”
“Oh, he already is,” Isaac huffed.
“Yeah, he claims it’s ‘part of his charm’,” Cora snorted.
“I mean, it is,” Chris inclined his head. “Boy makes me crazy but I adore him.”
“My condolences,” Derek shot him a look.
“I think it’s cute how down bad you are for him,” Erica offered with a grin.
When Noah and Stiles came back out to join them, everyone had the decency to ignore the tear-tracks on Stiles’ cheeks. Instead, they handed the two something to drink so the whole pack could cheer to its newest members. Chris Argent, part of a werewolf pack. And not just any, no, the Stilinski Hale Pack. If his father could see him now, the man would drop dead on the spot. Good thing he was already dead, then. Chris smiled softly as he pulled his boy close.
“If you are now living in a mansion at the beach, I will come visit a lot though,” Allison said.
“You should,” Noah smiled at her. “You’re always welcome here, kiddo.”
“Oh,” Allison blinked wide-eyed and then smiled. “Thank you. I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Stiles leaned against Chris and looked over his pack with a smile that Chris shared. This was home.
~*~ The End ~*~