“Derek,” Stiles waited for the werewolf to look at him before asking. “Why is there a fox on my bed?”
“I don’t like foxes.” Derek went back to riffling through the pack’s drawer in Stiles’ dresser.
“I don’t like Fox either, but you don’t see me leaving a fox on your bed.” Stiles stared down at the little creature. The werewolf bite had sever its neck
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