Include: Hale Family Feels, Werewolf Stiles, Pack Alpha Stiles
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Among born werewolves, it was common knowledge that the prime age for a human to endure the bite of an Alpha and survive was typically during their teenage or young adult years. In fact, the youngest recorded case of a bite resulting in a transformation and not death was previously eleven years old, so imagine the Hale pack’s astonishment when they learned of a small seven year old who was bitten and miraculously survived, challenging the known boundaries of possibility.
It all started on an unusually warm summer evening in Beacon Hills. School had finally let out the week prior, and young Stiles Stilinski was beyond ready to enjoy his freedom. His best friend, Jackson, had spent the last two months of school being sullen and quiet before lashing out on Stiles furiously at the slightest provocation. Considering how close the boys were previously, the change hurt, and Stiles didn’t know what he’d done to cause his once valiant defender to turn on him. Maybe Jackson just got tired of Stiles’ energy just like everyone else..
THUMP
Not fully paying attention to his surroundings due to lamenting about the loss of his friendship, Stiles’ foot hooked onto a large root, and he tripped. However, he didn’t just land on the loamy, leaf covered grass like he expected. Apparently, the part of the ground Stiles hit was just low enough that it caused him to tumble down the nearby edge and down a hill.
“Owww,” Stiles groaned softly, as pulled himself up onto his hands and knees once he stopped rolling. Taking stock of his body, he saw a couple of brush burns on his palms that were bleeding just enough that they were gone with a quick swipe on his dirty jeans. He felt a sting on his left knee as he stood up, but it didn’t look too bad when he picked the leg of his jeans up to look.
Taking a deep breath, Stiles swung his arms back and forth as he looked around to see where he was. This wasn’t quite an area of the preserve he had been in before. With the Stilinski’s house edging the large wooded area, Stiles would commonly run out here to play and explore beyond the edge of his own yard. His parents were normally okay with it as long as he mostly stuck to the path, which he usually did…until now.
Stiles should probably find a way back to the path, but the hill he had fallen down was a bit steeper than he felt comfortable climbing up with his tiny little legs. So, he couldn’t really go back that way. As long as he walked along the edge of the hill, it would be okay for Stiles to continue to explore down here, right? After all, it wasn’t entirely his fault that he fell. His mom told him all the time that it’s not his fault that his brain was just running faster than most others’. That’s why he didn’t notice that root, and it’s not like he meant to fall. Now, he’s just searching for a way to get back on the path. Yeah, that’s what he’s doing. He’s going through this new area off the path to get back on the path. He totally won’t get in trouble for that.
Stiles had stumbled through a second thick grove of trees before he realized he wasn’t quite sure where he was. He took a left when his way was blocked by dense shrubs since he was sure the path went that way. Mostly sure. Like 60% sure. Maybe.
“Ennis, be reasonable.”
The sudden deep voice made the small boy freeze in place.
