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Stiles frowned at nothing as he sat, alone, in the forest, after a witch attack, waiting for the stupid werewolves to realize that he was hit and down. No, that wasn’t right. He was waiting for Derek come back to him. The wolf had watched him transform, gave his new form a sniff before chasing after the witch. He was a fox, with a massive, pregnant stomach. He flattened his ears in discomfort when one of them kicked his ribs.

He was good with supernatural things happening to him and people around him, yet this was pushing it. He was a normal, twenty-year-old human, that didn’t even have baby fat anymore, just that morning. Then the wolf pack had to go hunt down a witch that was causing trouble, and he went along to help. He had a paper for college due. He wondered if he could get Scott to turn it in for him when a butterfly fluttered past and he felt his ears flick up. His tail wagged slightly as he watched it dance along the breeze. Standing was a little difficult when it felt like he swallowed a watermelon and he had four legs to deal with. It felt like he was doing a massive squat to get his hind legs under him.

“Here butterfly!” He felt his mind muddle with glee as he waddled after the orange splotch against the darkening sky. His hind legs swung around with each step, his belly getting in the way of him taking full straight steps and his tail swinging behind him in delight. Stiles lifted a front paw and swatted at it, wanting to rear up and catch it with both paws but he was afraid he would lose his balance.

His luck grew slightly when it landed on a flower and he started to stalk it. His stomach dragged across the ground so it wasn’t really a crouch, but he was having fun. One massive jump that was uncharacteristically graceful, and he caught the butterfly. Lifting the fluttering creature between his paws, he snuffed at it, letting it tickle his new muzzle before freezing.

A howl went up several miles away. The pack hadn’t managed to kill the witch, they were falling back to gather their bearings. He dropped his paws away from the butterfly and tried to figure out where his pack was. He was alone, which meant the witch could come back and catch him. Why else would he do this dirty trick?

“Guys?” He called as loud as he could, but a fox scream came out instead and he snapped his jaws shut. Maybe not his best idea. He could lead the witch straight to him. Taking a deep breath, he started to wonder around to see if he could find the path back to town, but there was a problem. Stiles didn’t know how to be a fox. He didn’t even know where he first got turned, and on top of everything else, he was getting tired. He was sure he was going to die from thirst and hunger in the next hour. Part of him wished that he paused to eat the butterfly.

“What am I going to do?” He sighed, sniffing around but his brain was still a little muddled. Suddenly shaking his head at his foolishness, he stood and looked around. The sun had just starting to set, so that was West, and he was in the forest North of home. He had the direction he needed to head in general, but he didn’t know if he should. Derek and the pack would come back to him. They had to. Stiles had just about convinced himself that it would be better for him to stay put when he heard the pack start up the chase again. They were still miles away and not coming for him.

“Alright, time to go.” He muttered, more to himself but partly to the little bodies moving around in him. It felt weird and he didn’t want to think about it. Every little kick brought his mind back to them and he heaved a sigh. This was a strange one. He didn’t like that he was like this, but he couldn’t stop the hormones raging in his veins that told him to protect the lumps.

“What are we going to do?” He was definitively talking to them now. He carefully picked his way around a large bush and started up a slope, using all his remaining energy to control his new limbs and get somewhere safe. His tail wagged a little as he made it to the top to see the town.

“I didn’t realize I traveled so far after that butterfly.” He shook his head in an attempt to clear it and started forward again. He was all the way across town from his home, but he stopped. He was a fox. He couldn’t just walk around. Grumbling about werewolves and witches, he wondered over to a tree and curled up at the base. Maybe after a short nap, he would feel better and have a clearer mind.

It felt like he only closed his eyes for a second when he blinked them open. The dawn sun was rising, and his pack still wasn’t there. Flattening his ears in disdain, he crawled back to his feet and started walking. He kept to the very edge of town once he reached it and made up his mind. Derek saw him change so maybe he could go to that stupid loft and wait for the wolf to go home. It was also closer than his own home.

He got as close as he could to the apartment without leaving the forest. At last, it was all he could do was make his way into the town, which was strange. He didn’t realize how relaxed he was in the forest compared to the streets. This was stressful, and he wondered if he would be crying if he was human. Little whimpers were slipping out of his lips as he walked despite the fact that he was trying to be strong.

There were only a few people up and they only stared as he made his way past. He watched them with wide eyes, his paws pausing a few times when one made a move toward him before taking a camera out and snapping a picture of him. He wished he could run but his legs were already shaking under him from traveling and he didn’t think it would make him much faster. He kept against the fences and tried to stay out of sight, crouching low under bushes and racing across streets and any open areas. The asphalt felt wrong under his paws, tearing into them slightly when he slipped on the little pieces of gravel and they dug in. Stiles wondered briefly if the pack would be able to track the little smudges of blood he was leaving behind him. It was disturbing to see the little paw prints made in bright red blood showing the way.

The loft came into view and he sagged for a moment, staring at all the stairs that he’d have to climb when he got there. Stiles let out a snort, shaking himself off and glanced around. There wasn’t anyone around and he couldn’t hear anything so he stepped out of his hiding place, too exhausted to run anymore. He honestly didn’t see the car. One minute he was trotting toward the stairs and the next he heard the squeal of tires and turned his head to see a massive Tahoe veering. Stiles screamed as his muscles tensed, but before he could do anything more, the vehicle was barely an inch away from his left ear and then it was gone. It took more time than he would admit to move again but then he was moving faster than before.

His heart was pounding in his chest and he groaned in relief when he made it to the top of the stairs on the correct floor, his memory fuzzy when he tried to remember how he even made it up the stairs so fast. His stomach burned where he had scrapped it repeatedly on the edge of the steps and the fact that he practically flew up them. His claws were torn and his paws felt like they were on fire but he was trembling in relief. Derek’s door was right in front of him. He did it.

“He better be home” He muttered under his breath but he felt his heart skip a beat when he sniffed around. He clawed at the door, but no one answered. He couldn’t smell anything strong of pack from the room. The ears on his head swiveled forward but there wasn’t a single sound coming from the loft. There were, however, footsteps behind him. Stiles froze.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware that Derek got a cat. Here little one, let me help you.” A soft, crackling voice sounded behind him and he turned to see Derek’s neighbor slowly making her way up the stairs. He ducked his head slightly as she reached down and patted him between the ears with a gentle shaking hand. “What a pretty little thing you are.” She cooed and he shrugged, leaning against her hand, watching with narrowed eyes as she opened the door with a key that he didn’t know she had. He gave her finger a quick lick to show his appreciation and slipped in. The old women closed the door with a soft farewell and he listened to her make her way back down the stairs before turning around.

“First, some food.” He trotted to the kitchen and started digging around, nothing he found sounding good to eat. He grabbed the towel looped through the handle of the fridge and pulled it open to see a deer leg sitting on the bottom shelf. He stopped, staring at it for a second before mentally making a note to screw with the wolf later. Only after he ate it. Even cold, the fresh leg smelled glorious and he was ripping it apart in seconds. He wished there was something fruity but he was technically in a wolf den. Strawberries and mango sounded divine.

“I wonder when they’re gonna get back.” He frowned at the door, trying to remember that he was talking to himself, but he thought it was better than thinking. Grabbing what was left of the leg, he dragged it through the loft and to Derek’s bed, which he knew the wolf would be angry about, but he couldn’t help it. He was feeling lost and the realization of everything was starting to hit. He wanted somewhere safe, and the wolfs bed gave him that feeling. He dropped his head down and gnawed at the bone as he waited, dozing a little as he did. Every ten minutes or so he was forced to try and find a more comfortable position due to his stomach.

“Stiles?” Derek burst into the loft with wild eyes and a racing heartbeat. Stiles, for his part, had heard the crazed wolf coming and had sat up in time to see the whole show.

“About time.” He huffed but Derek was staring blankly at him. Lydia stepped carefully around him, freezing as well when she saw him. “I was stuck in the woods for the night and then your nice neighbor called me a cat and, what was that last thing? Ooo, right. I’m a fox, that is pregnant right now. What the Hell, Hale?” While he was talking, Stiles had jumped down from the bed and made his way over to his frozen pack members. He took a deep breath to keep going when that last thing he thought would happened, happened. Derek started giggling.

“Derek!?” Lydia smacked his shoulder as the wolf tried to stifle his laugher, but it wasn’t working. A second later, after Stiles sat down and glared at him, he was on his knees, holding his stomach as he wheezed.

“This isn’t funny!” Stile snapped, and Derek glanced up, only to fall victim to a new way of glee. Stiles shot a pleading look at his lifelong friend, but Lydia just looked lost. He made his way over to her, swinging his legs around his stomach again as Derek fell onto his side, silent now from not getting enough breath, and pawed at her leg.

“Alright, since you two are out of commission at the moment, I’m going to round up the others and tell them that you’re safe. Then we are going to Deatons. Derek, when you get control of yourself, drive him over while I’m gone.” She turned and walked right on out.

“Hey, you can’t leave me with him. He can’t control himself right now” Stiles wailed after her, trying to follow when arms circled around his chest and he was half lifted up. His hind legs remained on the floor but his front paws ended tucked under his chin with his large stomach sticking out in front, his back bowing from how large it was but it only made it stick out more. He felt more than heard Derek realize what happened due to the face buried between his thin shoulders and the vibrations of his wheezing. He’d never believe it if it wasn’t happening right in front of him but now that he knew that such a thing could make Derek lose it, he hated it. He wanted the stoic but bitchy Alpha back even though he could feel the wolfs thighs on either side of his hind paws.

“What happened?” Lydia stuck her head back in at hearing the fuss but looked at a lost again.

“He tried to pick me up to stop me from following you and this happened” Stiles spoke in a drone like voice and he flattened his ears when Lydia snapped a quick picture before bounding away, making sure to shut the door to his escape.

“What is your problem?” Stiles asked but his eyes landed on Derek’s phone as it started ringing from where it fell on the floor. He turned and nipped at the arm under his paws and the wolf let him back down. Derek kept a hand wrapped around Stiles stomach as he tried to paw at the phone.

“Hello, Derek?” Scott’s voice came thought and he wagged his tail in delight that he got it.

“Scott, where are you?” Stiles asked, staring at the phone in desperation. “Never mind, you need to get over here!”

“Is there a dog there or something. All I can hear is barking.” Scotts voice sounded rough and Derek flopped his hand on the phone.

“Fox…Bowling ball…Fluffy angry ball with legs….” Derek crowed into the phone, unable to make a full sentence. He was still laughing too hard.

“Um, I think Derek’s having a stroke. Can werewolves have strokes?” Scott started to panic a little and Stiles growled low in frustration. The wolf managed to hang up and he took several deep breaths.

“Why couldn’t he hear me?” He smacked his paw on the wolf’s face as he laid on the ground. Derek snuffled a little, his eyes bright as he watched Stiles move back before he got better control over himself.

“You are speaking with your mind to our minds, but also barking.” Derek sat up with a wobbling grin on his face like he was trying to be serious but failing. His legs were sprawled out from under him as he propped himself up on one hand. Stiles flicked his tail, irritated that his mind took the time to admire him before focusing on his massive, life changing problem.

“Did you just call me an angry, fluffy bowling ball with legs?” Stiles scowled the best he could with his new face and the wolf started to chuckle again, reaching out to run his hand along his ears. Stiles found he didn’t mind. It was quite the opposite of him being angry, he felt touch starved. He didn’t care in the slightest that he leaned into it.

“I think we should just take you straight to Deaton like Lydia said.” Derek pulled back suddenly and stood, grabbing his phone as he moved to the door. Stiles raced after him the best he could and sat down right outside the door. Derek closed it as a voice called up from a floor down, making them both freeze.

“Derek dear, how is your new cat doing?” His old neighbor was at the bottom of the stairs and Stiles could just feel the waves of confusion radiating off the wolf.

“New cat?” Derek muttered under his breath so Stiles came to the rescue. He pressed against the wolfs legs and did his best to wind around them, only to get stuck between the calves at his stomach.

“Ooo, look at her go. What a pretty little momma.” The women cooed at him while she wiggled her fingers. She closed her door and waved her hand at the wolf, “Can you help me to my car dear, and we can talk about your beautiful kitty.”

“Fuck me” Stiles groaned as the wolf quickly made his way to her side, leaving him behind. He huffed as he followed, laughing a little when the women looped her arm through Derek’s, taking her time to walk down the stairs. Stiles trailed behind him, occasionally getting her to give him pets when she paused. He laughed low as he watched Derek move carefully and calmly, using infinite patience with her that he didn’t know that he had.

“Thank you dear.” She patted the wolfs cheek and gave Stiles a last pat on the head before she clambered into her car. “Let me know when the kits are born. I would love to see them.” Stiles stiffened and looked down at his bulging stomach. He was nearing his freak out moment.

“I don’t know who that was more mortifying for” Derek groaned, leaning over and picking him up. “You’re just as heavy as a man as you are a fox”

“Just don’t drop me from laughing.” Stiles huffed, trying not to show how much he enjoyed being carried by the wolf. He kept running a hand over his belly so he just sunk against him and let it happen. It was calming and made the pups not kick at him. He felt more controlled by his hormones than ever and while he wanted to figure out what was going on, they were telling him he needed to sleep some more. It might just be the wolf warming him up and the belly pats but sleeping was better than freaking out. Deep down, very deep in his hidden self, he didn’t want to hurt the kits and figured freaking out would do just that.

“I’m not going to laugh again,” Derek huffed as he popped open his car door and gently placed Stiles in the passenger seat. Stiles flicked his tail around himself so it didn’t get closed in the door and blinked up at the wolf. Derek flashed a small smile and gently closed the door. He walked around and swung into the drivers side, pulling out his phone to type out a message to the others. Stiles lurched forward as the car started to move. He nearly fell onto the floor, but a hand caught him. Derek stared at him blankly for a couple of seconds before shoving him back into the seat. He started to drive again but it became apparent that he lost his ability to balance himself while in a car. Even when he was pressed flat against the seat, Stiles rolled around. His center of gravity changed to his belly and he couldn’t get the hang of it.

“Here” Derek reached forward and picked him up, placing Stiles on his lap as he drove. Stiles pressed against his side and pressed his nose against the wolfs neck, seeking comfort.

“Thanks.” He muttered and closed his eyes. He felt Derek start petting him again, holding him when they would go around turns. He was nearly asleep when the rumbling of the car stopped. Derek swung out of the seat, making Stiles snuffle closer, not ready to be fully awake. He was carried into the vet clinic and Deaton turned to look at them, a look of shock on his face as he saw Stiles. The person he was talking to was carrying a cat carrier and turned as well.

“What a handsome fox, and expecting too” He peered at Stiles, leaving him to wonder what he looked like to keep making people act strange.

“Oh yes, she’s in for a quick check up on her progress.” Derek shifted so Stiles had his back facing the man with his hand supporting him under his butt, so the tail hung down. He gave said tail a small wag and tucked his long muzzle under the wolfs chin. The man watching them looked a little faint, reaching out with a hand. Derek growled low, but he didn’t seem to notice. Stiles glanced up at the wolf before flattening his ears, snickering as he wagged his tail again and stretching out to meet the hand.

“I see she’s getting use to being around people more.” Deaton walked over with ease in his steps and Stiles hummed as if to prove a point. The man tickled him under the chin while shooting a confused look at the vet. “She was a pet to a rare animal dealer and he didn’t take very good care for her, but we rescued her. She was very frightened of humans for the longest time, but Hale here was taking care of her. She met a male fox that snuck into her new enclosure that was outside and now she’s here.” Deaton explained softly as if Stiles was going to try and flee at any moment.

“That’s terrible.” The man cupped Stiles cheek before scratching him behind the ears.

“Yes, it is. I’ll just take her to the regular room.” Derek pulled back and walked around both humans to get to the room. Stiles sniffed as he tucked himself against the wolf.

“Someone’s getting jealous.” Stiles tilted his chin up, so he could watch the wolfs face as his ears turned pink.

“I am not jealous. I just want to find out what’s going on and get things back to the way they were.” Derek spoke low, but Stiles could both feel and hear his heart skip a beat. He swung the door open and placed Stiles on a table. The table felt cold as ice and he jerked away as his fur fluffed against the chill.

“Geez, no wonder pets hate coming here.” Stiles shuddered but Derek rolled his eyes. The wolf walked over to some cabinets and pulled out a blanket that he spread out on the table behind Stiles. “Thank you.” He murmured, moving over to sit on the blanket. He shuffled with his paws and tucked his tail away as his thoughts drifted back to the kits inside of him. He lowered his head and licked at his stomach as one wiggled around.

“Can I?” Deaton had walked in when he was busy looking it over. He placed his hands over Stiles stomach and the pups seemed to take it as a cue to all have dance party. He huffed in shock at the sensation and he faintly heard Derek grumble.

“A witch hit him with something. I stopped long enough to make sure he wasn’t going to die before I went on. We searched for him after we killed the witch but only found him this morning in my loft.” Derek supplied, and Deaton shook his head.

“I have no idea. I need some blood samples for closer inspection, but this is such a specific curse…” He trailed off as he worked, a frown gracing his face and he poked Stiles, lifting his paws before running his hand along his body. Stiles couldn’t stop his whimper when the strange man turned away for a second, only to come back with a needle. Derek walked over to start scratching him behind his ears. Stiles didn’t want to think too hard on why it felt better than when the vet did it.

“Just hold still.” Deaton gently lifted his front paw, shaving and cleaning the skin before he stuck the needle in. Stiles turned his head and whined at the feeling, letting Derek comfort him. After a few minutes the man pulled back and nodded to Derek. “Take him back to the loft and give him fresh fruit and some meat with lots of water. Just try to make sure he’s comfortable until we can fix this.”

“Stiles!” Scott burst into the room with the rest of the pack moving in behind him. Stiles didn’t hear them coming and jumped, his paws rolling under him, so he almost fell on his side if Derek hadn’t propped him up.

“I’m not dying so just relax.” He snapped at them, watching as they all froze. He wasn’t sure, but he swore Derek let out a small chuckle. Stiles watched as they shuffled closer, forcing himself to hold still as they all crowded around him. Derek betrayed him by moving away to give them more room.

“Are you alright?” Isaac leaned over him and he flattened his ears at the wolf. The others all started to murmur questions and he started to feel overwhelmed. No one knew what happened to him or how to change him back. He was going to be stuck as a pregnant fox. He could tell that he didn’t have long until they would have to come out, but he wasn’t sure if they would find an answer in time. He started panting, his ears still flat on his head as he gazed blindly forward.

“Give him some space.” Deaton waved them off after noticing Stiles stress and started to check him over. He pulled away from the vet with a growl and wrapped his tail wrapped tightly around his stomach. Who knew what the man would do to him? He made it to the end of the table, and the closest he could get to Derek without jumping down. It was another thing he would ever admit. Derek made him feel better. Focusing on his breathing, he tried to calm down, but he felt his chest tightened with panic when a loud crack sounded from on the other side of the room.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect that.” Erica voice came out a second later, but Stiles barely heard it. He had started from the noise and tumbled over the side, his front paws clinging to the slippery table for a heartbeat before he dropped. He expected there to be pain from hitting the hard floor, but he was enveloped in soft arms and jerked slightly as he was caught.

“A little slow there Derek” Stiles stuttered out, his paws wrapped around the wolf’s neck and his face dipped under his chin again. Derek grunted low, sitting back from where he fell to his knees to stop the impact. One hand supported him while the other spread over his stomach possessively. Scott shuffled closer, his eyes wide as he ran them over Stiles.

“Are you hurt?” Scott asked softly, but it still sounded like his voice was booming in his ears. Stiles pulled his paws back to wrap them around his head, flattening his ears with them as he tried to block the noise. He wrinkled his nose and gagged at the smells that wafted around him. He could feel everything start to close in on him when he couldn’t even manage a deep breath. He was lifted away from the wolfs arms and carried away from the pack, which caused him to whimper and the person carrying him to move faster.

“I’ll have you home soon, and I’ll explain everything to the Sheriff!” Scott tried to sooth him, but it did little. His father knew about wolves now, but this was too much for Stiles. Who knows what it would do to his father’s heart. He sunk down into the passenger seat when he was placed there, pressing himself against it so he didn’t flop around. His throat closed up and his mind shut down. His stomach rumbled for a second and he felt the pups shift in protest.

It didn’t take long, though Stiles wasn’t sure how well he could tell time anymore, but they made it to his house. His father stepped out before Scott even turned off the engine. Stiles slowly sat up, scenting the familiarity but it wasn’t what he needed. He felt comfortable but it wasn’t like when he was with Derek. He could face this mess he was in when he was with Derek, and while his pack gave him something, it wasn’t that total comfort. The door was opened, and his father stared down at him, a confused look on his face, not recognizing him.

“Hey dad” Stiles wagged his tail slightly as his father’s jaw dropped. The man snapped it shut quickly, taking everything in with wide eyes before taking a deep breath.

“So, fox. Pregnant fox is my Stiles.” He shot a look at Scott who circled around to the passenger side as well. Stiles nodded, unsure how well it was going. His father nodded at them, reaching down and picking him up with a grunt. “What is the plan?”

“Deaton and the pack are working on how to change him back and what sort of spell was used, but for right now we just need to keep him comfortable.” Scott jumped in front, so he could swing the door open. The motion made Stiles suddenly want to barf up his guts, but he managed to swallow the feeling down before they noticed.

“That’s it?” The Sheriff asked incredulously, setting Stiles onto his favorite seat on the couch. He sunk down instantly and flattened his ears against smelling his house on a deeper level. He didn’t even know his father had a stash of junk food behind the television, but once he felt that he could stand without hurling out the contents of his stomach, he would confiscate them.

“How about some food?” Scott asked when Stiles stomach rumbled once again. Stiles lifted his head slightly, wondering if he was feeling nauseous from want of food. His father moved off to make them lunch. Scott sat down next to him and started flicking through channels on the tv, occasionally asking him if he wanted to watch a show he found.

“Food’s ready!” His father called and they both went to stand, before flopping back down. The Sheriff was carrying the food to them.

“Thanks, Dad.” Stiles nodded to him as the plate was set on the couch beside him. He sniffed at the sandwich on it and nibbled at it. He found he wasn’t sick from lack of food but still forced as much down as he could manage so his brother and father would worry. He got through a little more than half before he stood and jumped off the couch.

“Stiles?” Scott went to stand but he just shook his head.

“I just need to walk a little.” Stiles paced around the couch a few times, moving around the living room and making his way to the kitchen but his paws slipping on the tile as he scrambled to leave. He felt as though he was looking for something and quickly moved from room to room in a blind search. As a final resort, he stopped at the bottom of the stairs just to glare at them. He wanted to see if he could relax in his room, only craning his neck made it so he could see the very top.

“Fuck me.” Stiles glared at the steps like they were the ones cussing at him and started up. His stomach grazed each one as he hauled himself up, lifting his hind legs around it while high enough to reach proved to be a challenge as he assumed. He was halfway up before there was a low chuckle behind him.

“You know, if this wasn’t so sad, it would be so funny.” His fathers voice sounded under him and he turned to see him glaring at a guilty looking Scott.

“Sorry, let me help you up.” Scott went to move up the stairs but froze when Stiles snapped his jaws, making it clear without growling that he didn’t want help. He turned back and didn’t stop until he was at the top. The bottom of his stomach stung, and he was nearly dead on his paws from exhaustion, but he did it. Stiles huffed and trotted to his room.

Once in his bed, which was a feat in of itself, he found that he couldn’t sleep. He rolled around every few seconds, but he couldn’t get comfortable. Getting his paws under him, he walked in random circles around his room as he tried to find a place to sleep.

“Stiles?” Derek appeared by the window and blinked down at him. He shifted to his wolf form and kicked off his clothes before walking up to him. For once Stiles didn’t feel the same fear he felt when the wolf loomed over him. He crouched down as the massive wolf came closer, dropping his muzzle to run along his cheek before he grasped Stiles scruff in his teeth. He was lifted up and half-carried half-dragged to the very center of the bed, where he was tucked in with the wolf curling around him.

“Now you’re being nice?” Stiles huffed, pressing his face against the wolfs shoulder and ignored the fact that he was carried.

“I’m sorry I laughed at you.” Derek licked his cheek. Stiles was sure that he never felt more comfortable since the whole thing happened. He slipped into sleep, his dreams had him racing through the forest with his pups bouncing around behind him, or him cooking food for them while they played around in the living room with his father and the pack. He wasn’t ready to wake up feeling like he was both ready to fight for their tiny lives and curl up in a hole to die because he was far from ready to deal with this.

“Why is this happening?” He sobbed out in the middle of the night, his heart pounding as he tried to comprehend what he was feeling. Derek nuzzled and lapped at his face in attempt to calm him. He let himself breathe in the scent of the wolf and tried to organize his mind. He didn’t want to tell him anything, so he just breathed, letting his fur fall flat as he drifted off to sleep again. His body and mind too exhausted to remain awake. They weren’t his pups. They came from nowhere and could leave just as fast. They might not even be human. He decided to focus on changing back, and not think about how attached he was to them already, kicking and all.
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The next morning Stiles jumped to his feet and raced to the bathroom. He skidded to a stop in front of the toilet, unsure how he was going to use it but he was seconds away from making a mess on the floor. Taking a deep breath, he placed his front paws on the rim and hopped up the rest of the way, turning to crouch over the toilet. Sighing in delight, he relieved himself and hopped down before rearing back up to flush. He trotted back to the bed in delight of figuring out one portion of this new weird life he had.

“Did you just do what I think you just did?” Derek propped his head on his hand and laughed at him. Stiles huffed in delight and waddled over to the bed, though he wound forever deny that he waddles anywhere, and placed his front paws on the edge of his bed. He didn’t care that the wolf was now a man and that he was naked. He needed more cuddles to sleep.

“Just for that, you need to make breakfast that actually doesn’t make me want to barf.” He chided, laughing low as he was pulled up onto the bed and arms wrapped around his fluff.

“Mmmm, ok” Derek sounded like he didn’t care about his punishment. Stiles leaned back for a second before flattening his ears as the man turned to wolf, pressing closer.

“What is going on with us? You are suddenly very cuddly, and I can’t sleep or even settle down without you being near me.” Stiles poked him hard with his nose and felt him stiffen. He stared as the wolf tried to look at anywhere but him. “Derek?” This time he used his no-nonsense tone that he rarely took with anyone, and never before with the wolf.

“Turns out you’re my mate and my wolf really like seeing you pregnant.” Stiles was now sure what embarrassment and arousal smelled like. It was coming off the wolf in waves.

“Oooooo, you like me.” Stiles muttered, his eyes drooping despite the news he just heard. He knew he would be raging about the information if he was human, but he wasn’t. He could only guess if he would fight the wolf if he was just a fox, but he wasn’t that either. He was a pregnant fox with the one person in the world that was for him, and his fox part was telling him that there was nothing to worry about.

“Stiles, this is important. This isn’t how things usually happen!” Derek shook him slightly and Stiles lifted his head to look at the wolf..

“Well… once this thing is over, we can work on it. I really don’t want to lose the feeling of completeness that I feel right now.” Derek just stared as he slowly placed his head on the wolfs forelimb. “We got this handled. I’ve only pull out of my freak outs or…. spaced out moments when I’m with you. I just feel like I needed to stay near you so nothing would happen.”

“This is serious.” Derek petted Stiles stomach as he talked and he just rolled his eyes.

“And I was serious about food. That deer leg was glorious, but it was the only thing I managed to eat yesterday except for half of a sandwich.” Stiles shifted around. Now that his bladder was empty, he was starving. Derek opened and closed his mouth a few times before he made his decision.

“Your fox side wants fresh meat or fruits, not anything human since the whole… which is strange since foxes aren’t really that picky but it’s you.” Derek explained as he stood up and yawned. Stiles had a moment to take in the view before he shot out the window.

Derek was barely gone for ten minutes before he came back with a freshly killed rabbit. Human Stiles would have felt bad for the poor creature and berate the wolf for bringing it into his room. However, his new fox self was hungry. He tried to jump to his feet but his legs tangled in the blankets and he flopped on his side. Thinking fast, he kept rolling until he slipped off the bed and landed on his paws.

“Food!” He gasped, shaking the remaining blankets off and scrambling to the meat that was dropped at his paws. “Thank you so much!” He mumbled through a mouthful of food. He could almost see the waves of gleeful pride falling from the wolf in front of him, but he didn’t care. That seemed to be the bane of his existence now, not caring.

“I have no idea how to process this.” Scott walked in and paused, seeing Derek in his wolf form. Stiles lifted his head up and grinned at him the best he could.

“Process it anyway you like.” Derek shifted back and stood. Scott huffed at him and turned his back, making him snicker until he saw the faint blush on his brothers face.

“Derek got me some food because my fox stomach is really picky.” Stiles tried to explain but his friend shot a glare at the other wolf. “Dude, get some clothes on before my dad sees you.”

“Fine” Derek grabbed his discarded clothing and pulled them on. Stiles finished eating as much as he could, leaving scraps of fur that kept getting in his teeth and he sat back, running his tongue over his muzzle in attempt to clean it.

“Is there any news?” He had to tilt his head back to see Scott, who gave a quick glance over his shoulder the check on Derek nudity before he turned the rest of the way.

“Well….Deaton says your healthy?” Scott raised his hands in a calming manner and Stiles flattened his ears in distaste, his tail flicking behind him as he glared.

“Sooo, you all have nothing.” He snapped, glaring at him until his hands dropped back down.

“I’m sorry Stiles, but he was planning on sacrificing you. We aren’t entirely sure but… If you die, it might start the apocalypse.” Scott stood there with a pained look on his face and Stiles let up, standing up and trotting over to lean against his legs. He wasn’t processing what was said, but he was focusing on not losing his cool. A soft whine ripped from his chest but that was it.

“I only blame you a little.” He flashed a look at Derek, who snorted softly and gathered up the remains of his breakfast. “And not dying is good, so nothing to worry about there. I don’t plan on dying soon. And if we know what it is than we can work on reversing it.”

“Deaton said he needed fruit, meats, and water. I gotta go.” The Alpha informed Scott and Stiles suddenly felt like he had walked across a desert in the middle of the night. He let out another whine, shamelessly begging.

“What?” Scott sounded worried but Stiles smacked his lips together.

“I’m guessing he’s thirsty.” Derek sighed, coming back from where he was trying to leave through the window. Scott was more than a little helpless at taking care of people.

“Water, got it.” Scott fled out the door and Derek gathered him up, following at a slower pace. He saw his father walk around the corner, only to stick his head back out to fully take in what was he was seeing.

“Sheriff?” Derek spoke calmly but Stiles could feel the hitch in his heartbeat at being caught. He peered around, wagging his tail as his father wiped a hand down his face and stared again.

“Hale.” He finally greeted, shaking his head before nodding to the kitchen. “Are you staying for breakfast.”

“He’d better” Stiles turned back and nuzzled against his mates neck, wagging his tail again when he felt him relax.

“I’ll stay for breakfast, but then I have to go.” Derek followed his father obediently and he was placed on the table. Scott slid a bowl of water to him and he instantly started slurping. He made a mess, but he eventually got the hang of his tongue and sat back with a small belch.

“How is he going to…. Relieve himself?” His father asked, and Stiles frowned at him.

“I can still use the toilet!” He reared his head back and glared at the three men.

“He was very proud that he figured it out.” Derek supplied, and his father shook his head.

“Of course, he was.” The Sheriff muttered before he went about making food. Stiles took his time, trying to clean himself a little more, faintly surprised that his father didn’t mention the rabbit blood that was still all over his muzzle. After he was sure he got it all, he stretched out on his side, taking up most of the space on the table as he dozed, lulled by the soft murmurs of his family.

“Deaton does want to see you sometime today. You just have to drop in.” Scott spoke around his coffee cup before draining it. “And the pack wants to check on you.”

“More like ogle me.” Stiles snorted, rolling so his paws were under him. “Can we go now? I want to get it out of the way.”

“I can take him.” Derek had been listening as he cleaned up his dishes, turning back and scooping Stiles up with ease before anyone could say anything otherwise.

“Are you sure? What about the rest of the pack?” Scott called after them as he was carried toward the door.

“Stiles is pack too.” Derek spoke like it was obvious and he felt his heart melt, letting his head rest on the wolfs shoulder.

“Bye dad. I’ll be back home soon. We’re going to figure this out.” He called just before the door shut. He was lucky his father learned to roll with the weirdness instead of questioning everything. It didn’t stop him from worrying.

“How are you feeling? I forgot to ask.” Derek murmured as he started walking down the sidewalk. Stiles let out a huff when he realized the stupid wolf must have walked to his house. He had no idea where the Camaro was. He took his time to think about the answer before he gave it.

“Physically, a little achy. I wish they would stop moving around so much, but mentally, I’m so numb. Like my brain is trying to protect me from what has happened. Part of me is planning a future around these pups already, the other is denying that anything is wrong and it’s all going to go away. That I shouldn’t get my hopes up of being a dad. That they’re going to die or something and the best course of action is to not get attached so it doesn’t break me.” He stopped when Derek lifted him higher and pressed his face into his neck.

“Let’s just see what Deaton wants before we start over thinking everything.” The wolf sighed, and Stiles realized how hard it was for him. He read about mates. They were the real deal. Derek must be struggling with his wolf over him being a fox, over the pups that were wiggling in his massive belly. His wolf side must be going wild.

“Fine” He tucked himself into a tight ball before heaving a sigh, shoving against the chest in front of him. “I need to walk a little.” Derek rumbled his distaste, but Stiles reared back to glare him in the eye. “I’m fat, not invalid.” He saw the fight leave Derek’s eyes, his arms hugging him close before placing him on the sidewalk.

“I guess it’ll be good for all of you.” The wolf reasoned. Stiles trotted along at his side, tail flicking as he took everything in with his new senses. It wasn’t overwhelming like before, and he was sure that it was because his mate and anchor was right there. He only lost control after Scott took him away. The vet clinic wasn’t very far, being that Derek carried him most of the way, but they still loitered in making their way there.

“So this mate thing?” Stiles flicked his ears in unease as he looked up at the wolf, whose jaw jerked forward with a stubborn tilt.

“It’s something that can’t really be avoided. I know I’m not someone you…” Derek started and Stiles turned and nipped at his ankle and all the jokes that his pack would say if they saw him do it ran through his mind.

“You stop that.” Stiles reared up and all but flopped against his leg, stretching his paws up his thigh and dug his blunt nails into the jeans. “I’m just pissed that you didn’t tell me earlier. I mean, I’ve felt a connection for a while now, but I thought you couldn’t stand me cause you always look constipated when you look at me.” He huffed against him, laughing a little at the startled look on his wolf’s face.

“I’m sorry?” Derek snapped his jaw closed with a click of his teeth and Stiles snorted at him again. He pressed his head against the hand just hanging there, letting it scratch him behind the ears before he dropped back to all fours with a groan.

“That was the cutest.” A young boy ran up, looking around the age of five, his eyes wide as he watched Stiles. “Can I pet her? Please, I’ll be careful.” He started begging, glancing up with perfect puppy-dog eyes before falling to his knees in front of Stiles.

“It’s fine” Stiles focused on sending it with his mind, not opening his mouth to bark and scare the boy.

“You have to be careful with her.” Dereks voice was stern but Stiles could see the light in his eyes.

“Awesome” The boy whispered, slowly stretching his hand out so Stiles could sniff him. He felt his ears flick around before he trotted forward and leaned against him. He smelled like candy and baby soap. His hands were gentle as he petted, pausing over his stomach when one of the pups started twitching. “A baby.”

“Lloyd?” A woman ran out of the house, slowing her steps when she realized what was going on. “Is that a fox?”

“Uh, yeah.” Derek stuttered out, looking more than a little out of his element and Stiles bounced to his feet, taking a few steps toward the mother before dashing back to his mate, slipping between his legs as if it was a game. “She’s on her way for a checkup at Deatons.”

“Oh, well…” The mother was still blinking dumbly at Stiles before giving her son a once over.

“Thank you for letting me pet her. I can’t believe I got to feel a baby.” The little boy got to his feet and waved at them.

“Oh, she’s pregnant! I thought you were just a bad fox owner or something.” The mother gushed out and Stiles flattened his ears.

“We should get going.” Derek grumbled, his shoulders hunching as he started walking. Stiles shot a final glance at the boy, completely ignored the mother before striding after him. Well, waddled after him. The rest of the walk passed in a comfortable grumbling about the women, both bonding over their mutual dislike of her.

Walking into the clinic caused a bit of a stir, being that he wasn’t carried or in a crate. Derek actually held the door open so he could enter first, which added to the strange looks they got. There was only one dog, a small one on a leash near the far corner and three cats in different carriers. The humans all reeked of stress and surprise as they took him in, then Derek in. There were still people in town that still avoided the wolf at all costs. He didn’t really like those people very much. Instead, he trotted over to the counter, his nails clicking on the tile and he reared up. His paws just barely reached the edge of the counter and he started sniffing to see who was in the back.

“Ah, you two again. Scott called to say you were coming” Deaton nodded to Derek before turning back to the room. “Mr. Frank, please bring your dog. Derek, bring your fox and put her in the same room as before. I’ll get to you when I’m done with the regulars.”

Derek nodded and Stiles dropped back down. They waited as the man with his dog passed, eyeing the both of them with weariness. Stiles rolled his eyes at Derek, making sure the man saw and would be completely confused.

“Move it little fox.” Derek grumbled, nudging him with his foot. Stiles contemplated making him carry him but decided against it, walking carefully so his paws wouldn’t slip, he trailed several feet behind the vet and his patient. Derek followed after him, holding the door to the examination room open for him, closing it behind them.

“Can you…?” Stiles stopped, his ears perked in delight as Derek grabbed the blanket and tossed it over the table before lifting Stiles to sit on it. “Thanks” He suddenly felt shy, choosing to make a show of curling up and flattening himself over the blanket. It wasn’t as comfortable without his mate by his side in wolf form but the words that he said started to hit him harder than when Scott said he could start an apocalypse. And he didn’t even ask how he could do such a thing, or why the witch was trying to do it in the first place.

“Stiles?” Derek reached out and ran a hand along his back before he couched over him so they were eye-to-eye. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Would you have chosen me? If your wolf… if we weren’t mates?” he stuttered out and Derek lifted his narrow muzzle up, waiting for him to open his eyes and look at him.

“I didn’t do anything about our…bond because I thought you still had feelings for Lydia, that you would never feel that way about me. I never thought you would actually feel that way about me, after everything we went through.” Derek spoke low but the words echoed in Stiles ears and made him let out a barking laugh.

“We’re idiots. I love to have you as my mate, and if it took me turning into this for you to finally make your move…geez.” He snorted, slipping forward fast and lapping his tongue across his mates face.

Suddenly, he felt like his body was settling and all the aches that had been building faded, like he was having his pain drained. He shot a glance at Derek’s hand that was still resting on his back, but there weren’t the black veins moving up his arm so instead he focused on the pups. They all scrambled inside him at once, like they felt the strange surge as well before falling still for the first time.

“Derek are they alright?” He panicked, without them kicking their legs out and feeling them trying to wiggle out between his ribs. It was agony, but without it after almost three days sent his head spinning.

“Yeah, it’s like they’re happy.” Derek’s hand slid to his stomach and rubbed against it, making him feel a little better. Stiles could just hear their little heartbeats over his and Derek’s. He wasn’t quite used to using his senses in such a way, but he was sure that he had better senses than a regular fox. They sat there for what felt like hours, only made bearable because his mate was there. When Deaton finally came in, they were dozing, and Derek growled at him before he realized who it was. Stiles swatted him with his tail before sitting up.

“Please tell me you have some news?” He begged, and the vet shrugged his shoulders at him.

“I have found out a few things, but all of them pertain to the pups in you. Though I feel the need to explain the apocalypse part.” Stiles felt his heart skip a beat and the room wobbled around him for a second before he was able to focus again. “No matter how they started, they are going to come out. They are most likely going to be werefoxes, as will you when this is over, but we can do nothing other than prepare for their arrival.” Deaton spoke bluntly for once. “We also think that there might be someone looking to finish the spell so it would be good for Stiles to live somewhere that they wouldn’t think to look. The pack house is off, as well as the sheriffs since that would be the first place they’d go. This isn’t something we can take chances on.”

“What can we do?” Derek started to run a comforting hand along his side but Stiles shook him off.

“Something strange just happened. They all stopped moving at once and they haven’t moved since and I’m freaking out a little but they seem fine but they haven’t done anything like this before and where exactly am I meant to go?” Stiles made his way as close to the vet as he could, his tail tucked tight against his stomach as he watched the vet take him in. The man blinked a few times before turning around.

“I do have an ultrasound machine. I was planning on seeing how far along you are, so we can decipher how much power was in the spell, then we can narrow down the full extent if it’s completed.” Deaton moved about and started fiddling with a machine. Stiles sat impatiently, his ears and tail flicking wildly out of his control. Derek was watching everything closely.

“What do we need for them?” His mate turned and started to pet his belly again. Stiles huffed when he had to move his tail out of the way and Derek stood close as the wand part was pressed gently against his belly. After a few seconds a pup appeared. Deaton moved through them, but Stiles was too busy trying to memorize every detail of the little ones that he forgot to count. He snuffled at his stomach once Deaton pulled back before leaning against Derek.

“Stiles, try and build a nest. They should be arriving soon, hopefully in a spot where it won’t be disturbed.” Deaton turned the machine off before turning back to them. “Like I said before, non-processed food, anything non-human should be good too. However, there are more than two, I can deduce that, in the event of Stiles death, the town would be wiped out in about ten minutes.”

“What?” Stiles couldn’t stop the screech that came from him and Derek wrapped his arm around him to try and calm him down. Deaton gave him a curious look before frowning.

“I thought Scott would’ve told you. The meaning of the spell, which must have been set up for weeks in advance and cast when Stiles came into view, is to create werefoxes that are controllable. When the parent is killed, they will burst from the uterus fully grown and feed upon the corpse, where the caster can finish the spell and gain absolute control of them. Since the caster is dead, they will be feral and kill everything in sight, not stopping until everything is dead. They will be unstoppable.” Deaton spoke calmly, as if he was talking about how the weather was going to be sunny for the rest of the day but Stiles felt gutted.

“Is there a way around this?” Derek hissed, already on his knees so he could be closer to Stiles, He appreciated it, leaning against him and tucking his head under his chin.

“I have found a few cases like this. If the kits are born a natural birth, not even a c-section, then they will be normal werefoxes. They will be fox kits for about six months but then they should shift to human with perfectly normal lifespans.” Deaton turned and grabbed some files, handing them over to Derek who fumbled them before walking to the door. “I suggest you two discuss the fact that you’re mates before they come, either way.” Then he was out the door.

“Dick” Derek grumbled under his breath, glaring at the door the vet vanished through. Stiles huffed but tried to crawl into his arms despite the papers.

“Then we should go” He prompted, and Derek snapped out of it. He picked him up and walked out to the parking lot. He couldn’t help the laugh that came from him when he saw the Camaro sitting in the parking lot. “You ran to my house? And he said we need to do something other than our houses.”

“Maybe…” Derek settled him into the passenger seat, where his instantly curled up and dozed from the heat of the sun warmed car. He wanted to process what was said to him but his mind went blank when a hand landed on his back, holding him in place. The drive was nice and the next thing he knew he was being carried up into the loft. The old lady wasn’t there to stop them, so they got in, only to have the pack mob them. Derek clutched him tighter to his chest and growled, effectively making them back off. “We just got back from Deatons. He said the babies are going to come out and Stiles needs to make a den, so we are going to be extra careful not to disturb anything that he does in that manner. He also can’t be home or anywhere where he’d usually be”

“So we’re going to have babies?” Erica walked forward carefully, watching her Alpha as he allowed her close to his mate. Stiles slowly uncurled from where he was pressed tightly against his mate and stretched out to meet her hand.

“Apparently, but guys, I know you’re worried, and I love you all for it. But I’m so tired after everything. I forced Derek to let me walk and it’s a lot to take in, so can I just get some rest?”

“Yeah, you do look kind of worn” Isaac bounced to Erica’s side and cocked his head to the side as he looked him up and down. Stiles wiggled around until Derek put him down and trotted around, letting himself be sniffed and petted by each pack member until they were satisfied before he clambered into the couch. He curled into a tight ball and closed his eyes.

It took hours for the pack to leave. Derek had called his father, explaining an edited version to him, leaving out the part where they were mates because the others were in the room and added that they needed to find a safer place for him to stay and Stiles could start the apocalypse by not staying alive. He promised to drop by and see Stiles after work. It was dinner time for everyone and the rabbit was wearing off, so Derek left, locking the door as he went to get some food. Stiles wondered around until he grabbed Derek’s pillow, dragging it under the bed and falling asleep cuddling it.

Derek came back later and they ate slowly. Derek promised that he would go out and get as much food as he could to fill up the fridge of where ever they were taking him and that he would work with the pack to start up patrols to see if they could pick up any other witches. Stiles didn’t speak much, his stomach causing him discomfort but his day making him want to sleep again. He dozed on and off through the night with Derek by his side.
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When Stiles finally woke up it was far past morning and he rolled around on his mates bed, laughing as Isaac flopped next to him with a pout and started petting his stomach. It felt nice and eased some of the tension he felt from his stretched skin. The sun warmed the covers but he still stretched out on his back and nuzzled against his hand.

“What’s with the face?” He asked when Isaac continued to frown at the pillows.

“They found a place for you to stay so you don’t start the apocalypse.” The Beta glowered at nothing before turning onto his side. “With the Argents.” He sighed out and Stiles sat up in shock.

“What?” Stiles screamed out and heard the pack startle from the other part of the loft.

“Sorry Stiles, but they promised to keep you safe because no one wants the world to end.” Isaac soothed and he flattened his ears at him. The Beta looked miserable as Scott walked in, closely followed by Derek.

“I’m sorry Stiles, but they won’t believe a pack of werewolves would put their most venerable member with a family of hunters and they are the best equipped to take care of you if you’re attacked and we aren’t there.” Scott started, the strange light in his eyes that only came with Allison and their breakup. Stiles turned his back on them, which forced him see the pitifully covered misery on the Betas face. He reached forward and licked a strip over his cheek before turning back around. Isaac was being torn up by this, but Stiles had to take the initiative of this for once. He couldn’t let his wondering mind get him killed and his little kits under the control of anything evil or let them go feral. Plus, Isaac didn’t want his boyfriend around his past flame.

“Only if you all promise to stay safe and to call me or my father and come immediately if I call.” Stiles glared at them and they nodded their heads. In the back of his mind he knew that Derek would never let him be hurt or even taken by the Argents if he had any other choice but they didn’t have a choice. They had to take everything beyond serious and the remaining Argents were the best options. It wasn’t like they could kill him, and Allison was his friend, so he was banking on her compassion to keep him safe from her father.

“Stiles…” Derek started but he jumped down from the bed, twisting around and grabbing the wolfs pillow before walking past.

“If I’m going, then I want to go and get settled.” He snapped at the wolf with his mind considering his mouth was full. The wolf simply ducked his head and turned to follow him. A second later arms encircled him and he was lifted up by Isaac, the pillow sliding under him. He was not taking any sort of apology from his mate right now. He felt a little like a princess’s pet poodle but he didn’t care. He just wanted to find a safe hole to curl up in and never come out.

“Stiles, I promise I’ll be there every night to check up on you.” Derek started but he reared his head back and glared at him over Isaacs shoulder.

“No you won’t. Then all they have to do is follow you to the house every night. We can figure something out but you can’t…” Stiles stopped and took a deep breath to control his raging emotions. He loved his mate and his pack, but they had to be smart, not emotional. “This is a hurry-up and wait thing we’re doing. The spell will probably wear off when the pups come out and then they can’t do anything about it, so there’s the wait. We have to hurry and get everything in place so if or when shit hits the fan, we’re standing where it won’t hit us.” Stiles could still see that both the Alpha and his brother wanted to protest and he dropped his voice. “It’s best for the kits.”

“That’s a horrible way to explain it.” Scott hissed over Dereks shoulder and he rolled his eyes.

“You do better and keep him at a distance, so they don’t find me.” He rested his head on Isaacs shoulder and closed his eyes, hating that he had to leave so soon after finding out they were mates. They had no other choice.

“Yeah,” Scott nodded and Stiles sighed low.

“Isaac, make Scott and Derek listen. Enlist Cora if you have to. She knows how to play dirty and keep them at bay. Growing up with Derek should give her some dirt on him.” He ducked back down after he nodded to him and curled against the Beta. The pack moved about around the loft but they all surrounded, muttered miserable goodbyes before they managed to slip out. When they reached the car, he was staring at the old woman again.

“Is the little one alright?” She started petting him and he sighed, turning his head away and buried his face in the wolves armpit.

“She’s going to a friends house. Derek’s sister needs help with some things so we all are going, and no one will be home often and we don’t want to leave her like that. It’s not that I don’t trust her, but these are her first. My friend knows about cats and all this, so she has it handled if Spectra panics.” Isaac lied easily and he huffed in the armpit at the name.

“Spectra? How spooky.” The old women cooed and he wagged his tail slightly. He really needed to find a mirror. Isaac walked to the car, putting him in the seat and Stiles looked back at the loft.

“I shouldn’t be mad at him, but I still am, a little, should I be?” Stiles asked as Isaac slid into the seat and started the engine.

“I think… that you need more time to process. That you both do and that he’s doing his best.” The beta looked over his shoulder as he started backing up and Stiles flattened his ears.

“I want my mate to stay with me, but that isn’t safe with for the kits. He has to stay away to keep us safe. I know it, but I don’t want to leave my mate. I have to keep you all safe…” Stiles stopped when a hand landed on his head.

“Stiles, you go to the Argents and make a nest. You leave any and all witch problems to us and you just focus on taking care of the kits. No one is going to touch them.” Isaac voice started out soft, but ended like he was about to launch himself into battle right there. Stiles tilted his head up and pressed his nose against the fingers that were still on his head.

“On a side note, what do I look like. My mirror was too high in my bathroom and I didn’t want to ask Derek.” He wiggled into the seat a little more and Isaac let out a laugh as he made a turn. He drove carefully and Stiles didn’t have a problem staying put. He must be getting used to being a fox.

“You’re mostly black, but there’s bits of red and your eyes are bright orange.” Isaac petted his ears and Stiles looked down at his pitch black paws. He craned his head back a little further to see some splashes of a reddish orange on his chest and huffed. Even his new form had to be different, something that was strange. He looked like a Halloween decoration.

“Here we are.” Isaac muttered and he lifted his head to look out the window. Allison was already walking up to the car and Stiles shot a glance to see Isaac scowling at his lap before swinging out of the car. Allison paused when she saw Isaac but the beta ignored her, walking around to open the car door and let Stiles out. Stiles placed his paws on the edge of the seat before hopping down, grunting when his legs wobbled. He wound himself around Isaac, stopping between his legs before looking up at Allison.

“Hey.” He looked up at her but she just looked up at Isaac and back at him.

“Seriously? This is Stiles?” She gestured to him and he shot a look at the Beta.

“Not a wolf or bloodlines.” The beta nodded to him and it clicked. They were human, so he couldn’t communicate like he was so far. And his father had understood because they were of the same bloodline. Allison was still considered his friend but he wasn’t sure he could trust her not to shoot his family. Stiles heaved a sigh at how difficult everything was going to be from now on.

“Why would he be a wolf?” Allison asked and they both looked at her.

“Seemed logical.” Isaac dropped to a crouch as he lied, and Stiles shifted around so he was leaning against him and took a deep breath. The longer the beta stayed here, the more there was a chance that someone would see him. So, he leaned back and nudged his arm toward the car and Isaac made a soft grumble before standing.

“Take care of him.” Isaac gave her a look and she huffed, shooting her own back.

“First, he’s my friend too. Second, I’m not going to die by feral werefox.” She spoke in a calm voice and Stiles yipped, bouncing between his friends to get them to stop. They both looked at him and relaxed. He purposely walked over and gave Isaac a nudge before turning to make his way to Allison, sitting next to her feet. Isaac huffed and stood, shuffling back to the car without a word. He tossed Derek’s pillow at Allison with a travel bag before he pulled out. Stiles watched after him before lifting his muzzle up, rearing back slightly to brush it against her fingers still hanging by her side.

“Geez” She shot into the air before sagging slightly. “Sorry Stiles, the whole ‘Could be the end of the world’ thing has me on edge.” She gave him an awkward smile before gesturing her hand to the house. “Wanna go inside?”

Stiles nodded, doing his best not to freak her out anymore than she already was. She let out another rough breath before leading him up. He made it into the house before dread swept through him and he crouched down, looking up to see piercing blue eyes staring at him. He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t think of any noises he could make that would make the man look less murderous toward him.

“Dad, stop. He’s been through enough.” Allison scolded over her shoulder and he bolted after her, his tail tucked tightly between his legs. He stopped at the stairs with a groan but placed a paw on them. He heard a huff behind him and yelped, trying to launch himself up them but his paws slipped, leaving him scrambling for purchase until he was grabbed from behind.

“He’s helpless like this.” Stiles flinched at the calm voice and curled his tail up over his stomach with a whine.

“Though you can tell it’s him.” Allison walked back down the steps and reached out tentatively, petting his head. He let her do it before flicking his ears back.

“Show him where he’ll be staying.” Chris handed him over to Allison and Stiles instantly buried himself in her shoulder, hiding his face as he tried to gain control of his fear of the situation. She snickered as he tickled her but turned and started back up the stairs.

“I’m sorry about him. He likes to show off that he’s a big scary hunter a little too much.” She sighed and he chittered, making her relax a little more. When they got to her room she set him on her bed and moved to her closet, shoving the door open and pointing to a pile of blankets on the ground.

“It’s the best I could do on such short notice but I managed to convince my dad that you shouldn’t be put in the garage.” She grimaced and he hopped off the bed to lean against her legs. She reached down and ran a hand over his head before going to sit on the bed. Stiles moved around the closet, sniffing spots before letting out a sigh. He took his time dragging his stolen pillow to the back and digging around until the blankets were where he wanted them. He still wasn’t happy when he settled down but there was nothing he could do about the fact that he only had a pillow that smelled like his mate instead of the wolf next to him.

“Do you need food? Scott said you just woke up.” He peeked out to see Allison staring at her phone and he nodded. He hoped it would be fruit this time. He liked fruit. Stiles looked at the den he had to work with before letting out a sigh, not wanting to spend much time there. Allison stood up and he hopped after her, head hanging low as he pouted. The stairs were still daunting as they walked down, and he ended up taking them one at a time. Allison was a patient angel, waiting at the bottom for him to get down.

“What do you want for breakfast?” She asked sweetly and he bounded into the kitchen, running into a pair of legs. He yelped, staggering around as he barely stopped himself from falling over. Allison scooped him up in her arms and he blinked, peering over her shoulder to see a rather large man with a scowl on his face. Stiles didn’t know who he was.

“Sorry Reg, he’s hungry.” Allison spoke smoothly as she walked past but Stiles just flattened himself against her as much as he could manage. She didn’t seem to notice as she placed him on the ground in the middle of the kitchen and started to look in the fridge. “You want some chicken. It’s from the store precooked so maybe not…?” Allison pulled out a partly eaten whole chicken with an uncertain look on her face but he couldn’t move. The man had followed them into the kitchen.

“Here.” Stiles cringed away as the man leaned over him but then a wonderful smell struck him and he blinked open his eyes. Before him was a freshly cut mango. The man was still as Stiles stretched out, picking it up carefully in his teeth so he didn’t harm him before holding it between his paws. It was messy with the amount of juice that leaked out but he couldn’t care less.

“Whoa, guess he wanted something different. Scott said he ate a whole deer leg a few days ago, and then a bunny.” She gave him a stern look but Stiles just gnawed on the pit of the mango, trying to suck some of the juices up. The second half was set by his paws before the man backed away.

“While they are scavangers, fruit tends to be a treat.” The man spoke offhandedly as he moved off but Stiles turned to watch him, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

“Thanks.” Allison went about making herself some toast while he finished his second piece. By the time she was done he was doing his best to clean his paws to get the stickiness off and not leave a trail around the house. He was trying to be a good guest. Before they headed back up to her room she gathered several other fruits and some vegetables and placed them in a bowl. Stiles went back to fiddling with his nest as she placed the bowl on the other side of the closet so he could grab them any time that he wanted to. While he knew it wasn’t ideal, he knew there were worst places to get ready.

“Can I feel them?” Allison asked after several minutes passed. Stiles stopped his fussing, thinking it over before sighing low. She was the only one there who would be comfortable petting him and making him feel better. And he wouldn’t mind a belly rub. After a moment he wondered how much of his mind had turned fox before he made his way to the bed. It was lower down than Dereks so he managed the jump with ease, landing with a huff as he sunk down. After a moment he rolled onto his side, wagging his tail to show that she could. She hesitated for a second before reaching out and gently running a hand over his side and stomach.

“You’re so round. I can’t imagine how painful that was.” She spoke so low that he wondered if he was meant to hear but he just wagged his tail. While it was still nice, it was subpar pets and he couldn’t help but think that she smelled off. But there was little that he could do about it. He couldn’t even talk to her about anything that was going on with him. It was all nods or shakes of the head. That was it. Maybe a tail wag or two. At least she had her own bathroom for him to use.
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Stiles grew more frightened as the days passed. It was calm, and he built his den in the closet and hated it more and more each day. The scent of his mate was wearing off the pillow and the bag was mainly his own clothes if he managed to change back. Word from his pack was short coming or Allison forgot to vocalize it so he knew what was going on. Chris had somehow warmed up to him, even going as far as sneaking a belly rub when he thought Stiles was sleeping. For the most part they ignored each other. Now, his mate was out with the pack.

There was a strange being running around just outside of town and they decided it was time to face it, see what it wanted. Stiles barely kept himself from begging them over the phone call when he remembered that they wouldn’t be able to understand him. Something about it didn’t sit right with him and he felt like wailing he was at such a lost. He started pacing as he waited for his father to arrive. He was running late, by the look of the clock on the wall. It was hard for him to measure time. The numbers alight with green made his head hurt as he tried to make sense of them. Mainly he knew what time it was by when Allisons routine.

A soft noise jerked him out of his daydreams of when he had a proper thinking mind and he turned to look at the bedroom door. It didn’t come from there, but he wasn’t sure. It happened again, and he looked at the window, cocking his head to one side. A heartbeat later the thing slammed open and he scrambled away from the burst of wind that came through, only to back into a pair of shins. Hands slammed down on his neck and hips, grabbing at his scruff and lifting him up. Human nails dug into his fur as dangled but he couldn’t scream.

Then next thing he knew he was in the forest. He wasn’t even sure where but the hold on him loosened and he twisted until the man dropped him. He spun to see a man that smelled similar to the witch that started everything. He bent over and cocked his head to the side, reaching forward with his finger poised toward his bulging stomach and Stiles spun, snapping at in and backing away.

“Come back here, little fox. I promise not to hurt your babies.” The man cooed at him, inching forward while he was still crouched. “You’re the last remaining power from my brother, and I need that power.” He felt a trickle of the power start to drain him and his stomach heaved in protest. His eyes widened as he realized that it was time, and the witch was trying to finished the spell before time ran out for him.

“Then you will be hurting my babies” Stiles snapped at him one last time before running as fast as he could. He could hear the man following him but he picked up his pace, his stomach jerking wildly under him as he dodged around a bush. He panted roughly for breath, but he realized that he could scent fresh dirt. He started running in a curve, his paws beginning to ache as the world shrunk to the path in front of him. He gave the man a wide berth, circling back so he would be moving in the wrong direction and raced back to the scent of Earth.

It was by a tree, mainly, the roots of a tree. Stiles stuck his muzzle near, sniffing carefully to see if anything was down there before he wiggled closer. He pressed in, the root scrapping his shoulders and his stomach dragging on the ground. The den wasn’t perfect. It was cold, a little muddy but it was what he had. He could feel the contractions start moving down his body and he started digging, making the den a little more rounded and hopefully less wet. Bracing himself against the pain, he shuddered as feet ran by, the man still searching for him, but Stiles refused to make a sound. Then a roaring howl went up, echoing from the town.

“NO!” The man snarled and Stiles fought back his glee. His pack knew he was missing. Their howls echoing all the way to where the man took him, and they were coming for him. All he had to do was wait it out. The man ran off and Stiles waited until he couldn’t hear his heartbeat or footsteps before he shoved the excess dirt out of the den, blocking the hole he used to enter.

Circling around he stretched out and breathed roughly, trying to figure out what his body was telling him. Deaton had called to tell him about it. He was so embarrassed that he kicked Allison out of the room for the conversation, ignoring the fact that she could hear the entire thing anyway. Sometimes it was the little things. Now he was grateful that he didn’t have to go into it blind.

He breathed through the waves and closed his eyes, holding in his whimpers and groans as the man passed again. He forced his mind to go blank, to not think about the man or his mate or his father. He needed to let them go if he was going to survive the labor.

After what felt like hours, the contractions changed, and he realized that it was time to push. His claws dug into the dirt as he heaved, and he snorted as his babies wiggled inside him, disturbed by what was happening. He gasped in shock when the first one slid out into the dirt, a thin sack holding it in the fluid and he stared blankly at it. Suddenly, his fox side reared its head, making him lean forward and free his baby with his teeth before licking at it.

Once again, he had a moment where, if he was still human, it would’ve grossed him out beyond all belief, but he wasn’t. This was what he had to do. He grabbed its scruff and dragged it closer. She was already cold, and he started lapping faster, making her cough and take her first breath. He paused to push and ducked his head down, cuddling her as he fought to bring her siblings into the world. She snuffled around, and he shoved her close to his stomach, praying she was out of danger and he judged it right. He shuttered as goop came out and kicked it away. The fox part of his brain was complaining but his human part had his limits.

A contraction and push later, he had another pup. Moving with more ease than before, he twisted and took care of her, lapping at her darker pelt until it was drier, and she was breathing steadily. He let out a sob as he pushed again, no longer able to remain silent. He barely managed to get his first son dry and breathing before his second joined them. He felt like begging. Four pups, more on the way and he was weakening. He refused to lay back down, fearing that he wouldn’t have the energy to get back up. He sobbed as his third daughter came out and he lapped at her, his tongue feeling like it was about to fall off when footsteps sounded outside the den.

Stiles couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped as the next contraction hit. They were getting weaker, but he knew he had a long way to go. Three little heartbeats still came from his stomach but a scent made him wail. Derek shoved his way into the den, trying to get close but only his head fit. Part of him wanted the wolf out, fearing that his size would be too much for his babies, the other part wanted him to stay put, ready to help if Stiles fell short.

“There you all are.” Derek’s connection with him was strong but Stiles stuttered out about the man that took him. “We’re dealing with it, just focus on what you’re doing.” The man barely got it out before he was ripped away. Stiles whined in shock as the crackle of magic filled the air along with the sound of snarling wolves. He couldn’t focus on the fight.

He rolled his eyes and pushed, forcing his body to work and another little girl slid out. He freed her and started cleaning, grumbling in distaste when he realized his son was soaked again. Using his hind leg, he pulled him closer so they would both be cleaned. Having an idea, he dragged himself around so they were tucked out of the way and fell back to cleaning the newest. He felt a contraction and shoved her to the others as another pup rolled out. It was another son and he went to work. They were coming so fast that they were still damp when another came.

“One more” He groaned freely this time, kicking weakly as the last kit tumbled out. He nipped the sack open and his last son let out a wail, making him stare fearfully at the hole before snapping out of it to clean him off. He shook as the afterbirth slid out but tried to keep it all in one corner so his pups would stay dry.

“Stiles.” Chris Argents voice came from outside the den and he stuck his head out to see the man holding a crate. He flattened his ears at him but a scream went up from the fight and he realized it was time to leave.

“Get in.” The man snarled, pulling out a gun and shooting a few rounds off toward the side. Stiles saw the attacker stumble, but he didn’t stop until Boyd tackled him out of sight. Stiles ducked back and grabbed a random kit, spinning and shoving her into the crate. Chris set it down right in front of the den so he ducked back, gathering up another and slipping back out. Their scruffs were still a little slippery between his teeth but his world narrowed to moving them as fast as he could without hurting them.

“Is that it?” Chris sounded strained but Stiles went back for the last one before jumping in the crate entirely. It was difficult with the bottom littered with his kits but he twisted with the runt still clutched in his jaws and set him down near the others. The door was slammed shut and latched as he was lifted up. Stiles groaned in shock but he wrapped his paws around his kits and did his best to hold them in place as Chris started jogging away from the fight.

Stiles knew he was still bleeding but part of him wanted to go find the man who took him and rip and tear until there was nothing but little pieces. He hated that he left his mate and pack to deal with it but he really didn’t have any other choice. He wasn’t going to leave his kits, and he could only hope that Chris didn’t take this chance to rid the world of nine more werefoxes. To him, it was a big risk.

“Here we are.” Chris stopped at his car and lifted him in. “We had a backup plan in case anything happened.” He set the crate down and swung in. They were moving before Stiles could even process what he said. He stared in fear as the man texted with one hand while speeding away, glancing between the road and the phone as he did.

Stiles tried to listen to the sound of the fight but they were already too far away so he turned his attention back to his kits. He quickly moved them all to the far back of the crate and curled around them, fluffing up his fur as much as he could so they were completely hidden and safe. He ignored the way a few latched on to nurse and repeatedly checked them over. He only turned his attention away from it when the sound of the car engine was silenced and he lifted his head to sniff.

He was home and he barely wagged his tail once before the car door was being yanked open and his father was turning to crate around to see him through the wired door.

“This is the worst thing I’ve been brought home in.” Stiles instantly complained and his father let out a relieved chuckle that only came when stress was too high for so long and slumped against the seat of the car with his arms around the crate. He didn’t move his fluff away from the kits or make any move to show what had happened as his father

“Sheriff. We should get him inside.” Chris was behind his father, shoving a box of ammo into his jacket pocket as he spoke and Stiles nodded before pressing his face against the crate. His father nodded and lifted it up with only a faint groan, carrying it awkwardly since he wasn’t using the handles. Chris was nice enough to get the door and his father went straight up the stairs and into his room.

“I don’t know where…” He started but Stiles yipped, sticking out his paw so it was pointed to his dirty closet. His father got the hint, moving some things before setting the entire crate in and promptly sitting down next to it. Stiles didn’t exit when the door was opened but stuck his nose out.

“What happened?” His father turned to the hunter who he couldn’t see.

“He was kidnapped from the house. All the doors were locked but he broke through a window. No one else was home. Allison was at work and I was at the store getting groceries.” Chris was straight to the point and Stiles slipped out a little more to see the man standing by his door, looking out with his gun at the ready.

“Call Deaton” Stiles turned to his father who stiffened.

“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?” He asked with a hand stretched out. Before Stiles could answer, a kit let out a squeal and he twisted awkwardly to get to it. His daughter wobbled as she lifted her muzzle toward him and he lapped at her face before pulling her close to his belly.

“Oh,” His father sat back and he glanced at him before continuing his fussing. It took a few seconds but then he heard the sound of a phone ringing and turned to see his father waiting with the phone pressed against his ear.

“Hello Sheriff.” Deaton answered immediately and Stiles huffed. Where was that punctuality and helpfulness when they were in trouble years ago?

“You need to come to my house. Stiles is here with the kits. They’re out but they were kidnapped when they came. I believe the pack is still dealing with the kidnapper.” His father spoke smoothly but the stiffness in his shoulders betrayed his stress.

“I’m on my way, just tell me what’s happening with Stiles and the kits.” Deaton was annoyingly calm as he spoke. Stiles could appreciate it when his father calmed. After some difficulty and help from Chris, the top of the carrier was removed and he was revealed. Stiles instantly grumbled, tucking himself tighter around his kits while glaring up at the two of them. Chris gave him a look before reaching around and care fully draping part of the carrier with an old shirt that smelled like Derek and him. Stiles huffed at the attempt before twisting, trying to fit himself around his kits. The few that had nursed in the car ride over protested before falling asleep. The others started to nurse but the smallest just snuffled, wiggling around without much spark in him. Stiles pulled him between his paws, sniffing at him before whining low.

“They all seem to be alight except he’s fussing over one.” His father spoke low as Chris reached forward. Stiles snapped at his fingers but the man still managed to pull the kit away from him. Stiles went to stand but his back legs seemed numb. Instead he screamed out in protest.

“He got too cold.” Chris held the kit in his hand with ease and Stiles realized that with a simple closed fist and his son would be gone. Everything narrowed down to him staring at the kit.

“What can we do?” His father spoke into the phone and Deaton responded. Stiles didn’t hear, rocking as he tried to get up but the whole ordeal left him battered and he ended up flopped out, staring up at the hunter. The man grabbed a towel from his dirty laundry that was dry and started to rub, drying the last of the dampness from the fur as his father repeated what Deaton was saying. After a while tiny protests filled the room and he responded, sniffing at the kit as it was placed by his side. The others had finished their meal so there was no competition for him to latch on and have his first. Stiles quickly wrapped his tail around them, hiding them away as the two men crouched by him. He felt deflated and reached up at the last minute to pull the shirt so his entire body was covered and they would only be able to see his head.

“I don’t think he likes me being here.” Chris commented passively, backing away as if to give him space.

“Tough, you saved his life so he just has to deal with it until that witch is dealt with.” His father gave him a stern look. Stiles just heaved a sigh, letting his head fall to the opening of the carrier. It was really too small for him. It smelled clean so he figured the man had just bought it just for him. At least it didn’t smell like cat or even a small dog. Stiles wondered where Derek was when Deaton arrived. He had stayed on the call until he was in the driveway and to his surprise had run up the stairs with a rather large bag of supplies.

“I heard him over the call. He shouldn’t be a fox anymore.” Deaton set his beg on the bed before turning to the closet. Stiles flattened himself with a glare but there wasn’t any fire behind it. He protested weakly as the vet reached down and grabbed him by the back of his scruff. His father shouted something as he was lifted up by it but when he just dangled there he fell silent in shock. His smallest son fell off him with a loud squeal of protest, making Stiles kick his back legs in distain but then he was stretched out on his bed.

“He’s still bleeding too much. How long ago did the last one come out?” Deatons hands were massaging his stomach and he groaned, but then his jaws were being pried open. A pill landed on his tongue and he tried despirately to spit it back out. A finger shoved it down and he just missed biting it on the way back out.

“He had all of them when I grabbed him from the woods.” Chris’s voice sounded above him and he flicked his tail, turning his head to see his father cradling the youngest in his hands while staring at him in fear. Stiles tried to think of something to say but all the came out a small whine as Deaton poked him. A second later there was a strange pulling sensation on his leg and when he looked down he saw he had a catheter placed in his forelimb that was still shaved. Deaton was back to his bag, pulling out more supplies that included a bag of fluids and his stethoscope, as well as a few bottles.

“I’m going to give him a pain medication that wont be passed onto the kits, but he’s most likely going to go to sleep.” Deaton had the bag set up in less than a minute and was running fluids into his body. Stiles watched dully but then a cry rose from the carrier and he kicked out, trying to roll back to his paws. In a flash his father handed over his son even though he wasn’t the one crying. Stiles lapped at him before pointedly looking at the carrier. Chris was the one who brought it over, carefully laying the kits next to him before building a barrier around them with his blankets so they wouldn’t roll away. Stiles felt a flash of guilt for his distrust as the man took care of them and gave him a quick lick on the back of his hand as he pulled it back to show that he was thankful. Chris gave him a strange look that he couldn’t process. Deaton had pushed something into the fluid line and he found his body steadily going numb until he heaved a sigh. His father and Chris both looked down at him.
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Stiles jerked awake and went to stand. He wasn’t in his little den anymore nor was he on his bed. He didn’t even remember moving and he quickly did a head count of the pups pressed against his belly. They were all there and he wrapped his tail tighter around them, lifting his head as he realized that he was under Derek’s bed. He pulled his tail back and saw they were all sleeping, so he stood, his legs bowing out as he staggered out.

“Stiles?” His fathers voice was soft and he let out a laugh at the redness of his eyes and the goofy grin on his face. He opened his mouth, but Derek slammed into him, his arms coming to wrap around him as he was hugged close. Stiles felt his entire body ripple and he suddenly filled up his mates arms more than before.

“Man, that hurt.” He groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He was naked, and very sticky from the birth. He felt arms lift him up and he scrambled wildly against them as they carried him away. “Wait! No, my babies!” He wailed, and his father stood up. To his surprise, Chris Argent was passed out while leaning against his father and was in the process of blinking awake while rubbing at his eyes.

“Son, you get cleaned up. I can watch my grandbabies while your mate takes care of you.” His teasing tone made him blush wildly as Derek rumbled happily. He was thankful that the rest of the pack was sleeping. Derek picked his way past their lumps and placed him gently into the shower stall. Stile tugged his mate in after him and started kissing, not stopping until he couldn’t breathe, slumping down against his chest as his legs gave out from under him.

“I couldn’t do that as a fox.” He tilted his head back and flashed a wink, making his mate huff out a laugh. It was his first shower in at least a week, but he rushed through, washing quickly with Derek’s help. He let his mate dry him off and pull on some loose clothes before promptly carrying him back out. His father had taken to laying on the floor, gazing into his den with attentive eyes. Stiles shoved off Derek, managing to walk over and sat down next to him, mirroring his position so they were both just looking.

“Just five more minutes and I’ll have them memorized.” His father murmured, leaning over to bump their shoulders together. Stiles let out a soft laugh and turned to his pups.

“I have a feeling that this is the most peaceful they are ever going to be.” He joked, and one let out a yelp. He stiffened, feeling his fox pull him back. He smiled and fell back into the shift before crawling under the bed to soothe whoever needed him. The pup grumbled at him as he nursed, and Stiles heard his father and his mate laughing softly above him. He didn’t know what Deaton had done but he felt better than he had in days, other than the confusion when Chris’s head appeared next to his fathers. Their shoulders brushed as they looked down at his kits, both with matching looks of softness. Derek didn’t seem to mind as he shifted as well, reaching out to put his muzzle on the edge of the nest as that was all that could fit. Stiles wondered how so much changed in just a week but then he shook it off. His runt was busy complaining about waiting for his turn to nurse and in need of some cuddles.