Here we are again @steter-bang
Snippet of A Test of Instict
“Get the fuck up, Stilinski!” Her voice grated at his nerves.
Stiles pulled his blankets over his head. “Leave me alone.”
Cora hale marched into his room, attempting to snatch his blankets from his body, but the edge was secured firmly in his clenched fists. “You wanted Hales; you got Hales, boyo. Now get up!”
Stiles could feel her staring as she stood there with her hands on her hips. “It was a misunderstanding. You can go.” He motioned towards the door from under his blanket.
“Nope.” She grabbed his ankle, tugging at it. He fell to the ground with a thump. “Your daddy dearest called, begging us to come back, and we’re here.” She looked at him; her eyes narrowed as he stayed hidden under his blanket. His wayward arm scrambling to find his damned hat.
Stiles pushed up, leaning against his bed. He scowled at her as he tugged his hat firmly onto his head before pushing the blanket down. “Not you.”
She huffed. “Derek!”
Stiles rolled his eyes, his head thumping against his bed railing. “Not sourwolf, too.”