Aug 5, 2016
@jxshw
being an omega werewolf hadn't been stiles' first priority. in fact, it had been the dead last one; he'd always believed he would have a pack back home, waiting for him. but here he were, alone. with no one, in the middle of the woods, stumbling like an idiot.
even worse, running into someone and stumbling like an idiot. “whoa man, look, i'm so sorry about that. here, let me help you up or something.”