#littlest hale

[ho-stiles]

[text] Your kid is unnervingly quiet [text] The one that says 'butts' [text] I've heard murders take place more quietly than the new one

[Text:] Scottie?

[Text:] Where are you?

[ho-stiles]

Cora

@alphahalecora

“... The kitchen’s that way, and that’s - everything.” Stiles nodded towards the guest house, closing the security panel that he’d been showing Cora how to operate. He’d been alerted of the alpha’s condition, like the rest of her personal guard, and since Scott couldn’t waddle everywhere, had taken it upon himself to reacquaint Cora with the more important security features of her home. Sure, the McCall Estate was its own fortresses, but they’d learned the hard way that at all fortresses were insurmountable. It paid to take extra precautions. Stiles wouldn’t mind using that as an excuse to personally examine the extent of Cora’s condition.

“And until further notice, all you will not be representing the McCalls on any official business. Is that clear?”

[ho-stiles]

Wedding Jitters [Cora]

The McCall limo pulled up in front of Cora.

"Get in, loser."