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Steter Week: Day One (Creature! Stiles)

Peter knew Stiles was powerful—he just hadn’t grasped the full extent of it yet. Truly, he knew about the loyalty, the capability, the ruthless intelligence Stiles possessed.

But he had yet to hear the roar of a tiger, shielding his mate.

It wasn’t until after he came back from the dead that the fact that he and Stiles were mates became apparent. He supposed it was because the wolf in him was set on revenge so avidly that nothing else could get through—but nonetheless, when they met once more, they both felt the pull.

And they were together, truly and unconditionally.

“Little wolf, treasure this last breath. It will be your last,” sings the witch. Her wolfsbane coated dagger edges closer to Peter’s neck, and there’s nowhere to go.

Please, Stiles, Peter thinks. Please forgive me.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar rings throughout the room. In a blur of orange and black, the witch is tackled. Where she stood is now a tiger, strong and proud.

“Great. I’m engaged to the mascot for Frosted Flakes.”

Stiles snarls playfully at him, and Peter laughs.