Stiles is onto the Alpha Pack, but a run-in with Deucalion hinders his research and sparks… other things.
“Or maybe it’s the power. An Alpha werewolf must be pretty hard to resist for the pack’s token human,” the Alpha mocked, stepping forward again.
Stiles took another step back, glaring. “Not my pack,” he ground out, the words bitter on his tongue. Derek was the last thing he wanted to discuss right now.
“Does that mean you’re up for grabs?” Deucalion asked, mischief thick in his tone.