[He almost winces at the growl and wonders why. He sure as hell didn't wince when Jackson growled at him. The only other time he winces from another wolf's growling is when the other wolf is...
When the other wolf is an alpha.
He stiffens a little and sits up a little straighter, cocking his head to the side and staring hard at her. He watches her bare her teeth and then sit down on the ground, glowering at him as if challenging him.
Wolves don't do well alone, and even as a human Stiles didn't do well alone. He tended to fasten himself to the sides of certain people -- his dad. Scott. Lydia. And hold as tightly as possible. Things are different now, but maybe they're less different than he wants to admit.]
You met him, didn't you? In the arena. The other Scott.
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When the other wolf is an alpha.
He stiffens a little and sits up a little straighter, cocking his head to the side and staring hard at her. He watches her bare her teeth and then sit down on the ground, glowering at him as if challenging him.
Wolves don't do well alone, and even as a human Stiles didn't do well alone. He tended to fasten himself to the sides of certain people -- his dad. Scott. Lydia. And hold as tightly as possible. Things are different now, but maybe they're less different than he wants to admit.]
You met him, didn't you? In the arena. The other Scott.