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Stiles was walking up to Derek’s house, he had two boxes of pizza in his arms. He had gotten a text from Scott telling him that there was a pack meeting that day and he had stopped to get food beforehand. He liked to make sure that the pack was taken care of, taking the responsibility because he knew that Derek was too busy being Alpha to make sure that the wolves ate enough to keep their strength up for the next battle they had to face. He had just reached the porch when he heard loud voices arguing. His molten cinnamon eyes studied the door for a few seconds before setting the pizza down on the table by the door; he leaned forward to listen to the voices…

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“You invited stiles!” Derek demanded as he glared at Scott, he understood that the two were friends but he was the one that decided who was and wasn’t going to be in the meeting. He had sent the wolves of the pack the message because he had just wanted to talk to them about the pack, and possibly do a little extra training so they were ready for the next battle.

“Of course I did, he’s part of the pack”

“He’s not pack, Scott” Derek said shaking his head, his eyes were glowing red showing that he was barely controlling his wolf. It’s something that normally happened when he was angry or just trying to show off, but this time it was just because he was annoyed. The beta was always going behind his back and doing things that could risk lives, such as dating the Argent girl. Despite everything the alpha did to get it through Scotts head, he didn’t follow orders. “He never was, he’s just the annoying human that gets in the way” he finished, hoping that Scott could understand what he was trying to get at.

“Derek….” A soft voice from behind Derek said, it seemed hesitant like it scared and horrified at the same time.

“Not now Isaac!” Derek hissed at his beta before turning back to Scott, he didn’t need his Beta’s teaming up against him. He was trying to teach one Beta a lesson; he didn’t need to bother with the rest of his pack at the moment.

“But…”Isaacs’s eyes were locked on the door, the door that Stiles was behind. He could smell the pizza the boy had brought as well as the faint scent of Vanilla that was always clinging to the human. He felt the hurt that was emitting from behind the door as well, showing that Stiles had heard most of the argument. He let out a soft whine as his grey-blue eyes looking over at Erica, who was also watching the door.

“Stiles will never be pack” Derek continued, ignoring the whine from Isaac and the sinking feeling in his stomach. He figured that feeling was his wolf trying to get him to stop and think about what he was about to do, but it was necessary as he finished with something he knew that would make all his beta’s hate him…

“I forbid any of you to speak with him”

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Stiles bit down on his bottom lip as he felt tears fill his eyes, he took a step back from the door. He didn’t want to hear any more of the conversation going on between Derek and Scott. Derek had just ripped everything from him, in one breath. He turned and walked off the porch, leaving the pizza outside the door for the wolves to eat. He climbed back into his jeep and started driving away. He needed to get away, but his mind was constantly telling him that he now needed to prove Derek wrong. He wasn’t a weak human, and he would prove that. Stiles swallowed before he turned and started heading towards the vet’s office, he needed to speak with Deaton.

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Derek blinked when he heard the sound of tires driving away from the house; he walked over to the door and pulled it open just in time to see the beat up blue jeep disappear into the trees. It took a few seconds before he realized why Isaac had been whining, he could sense that Stiles had been on the other side of the door. Derek’s hazel eyes looked over to the left where the two boxes of pizza were left sitting on the porch table. He heard several more whines from behind him, he could easily tell that it was Erica and Isaac; they were very close to Stiles. They tended to sleep at the humans house when Stiles wasn’t aware, his scent calmed them down.

Scott walked out of the house, his brown eyes looking where Stiles’ jeep had been just seconds before “do you think he heard it?” he asked hesitantly, he didn’t want his best friend to be hurt. He knew that it would be hard enough for the pack to not be able to be near the human, but if Stiles had heard that then he would do everything he could to prove that he was worthy of being pack.

“I hope so” Derek said as he turned and walked back into the house “that way I don’t have to tell him”

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Stiles stepped into Deaton’s office, his molten cinnamon eyes looking around the room “Deaton?” he called, hoping the vet was there. He figured only he would be able to help him find what was he was looking for, he wanted some way to become stronger and he knew that one of the ways was through magic. A while back, a personal conversation between him and Deaton was about how he possessed something called the Spark. A Spark is basically something inside of everything; it’s normally dormant except for a few special humans that are able to use the power of the spark to perform magic. This spark also allowed those humans to become emissaries if they so desired, and if they had a pack of wolves they belonged to.

“Ah, Stiles” Deaton said stepping into the front room, his brown almost black eyes studying Stiles, looking for a sign to tell him if something was physically wrong with him or if it was just mentally “What can I do for you?”

“I overheard Derek arguing with Scott” Stiles said softly as Deaton led him to the back room “He said that I wasn’t pack, because I was human” he paused for a few seconds as his hands closed into fists “I want to prove him wrong, you mentioned in a previous conversation that I have the spark. I want to learn how to control it”

“Controlling the Spark takes years of practice, and isn’t something I can teach you” Deaton said as he pulled a book out of a desk drawer “I have a friend, however, who is able to teach you” he handed stiles a small notecard “She lives in Miami, Florida”

Stiles glanced at the notecard “Lyra Anderson” he read, the writing was really swirly cursive that was almost impossible to read. It had her address down as well “So I go to Florida and she’ll teach me everything I need to know?” he asked, his gaze returning to Deaton.

“Yes, but you probably won’t get to leave very easily” Deaton said holding up a finger “Your father, you won’t be able to see him for at least three years while you train. And the wolves won’t let you leave easily”

“I don’t have to worry about the wolves, Derek forbid them to speak to me” Stiles muttered as he tucked the notecard into his pocket “as for my father, I will just explain everything to him. I know he will understand where I’m coming from.”

“If you are confident, then you should leave at once” Deaton said as he and Stiles walked back to the jeep “It’s a long drive to Florida, and you need to say your good-byes”

“Thank you, Deaton” Stiles said looking over at him “and I would like it if you didn’t tell the wolves where I went, I don’t want them to come after me”

“I understand, Stiles” Deaton said nodding as he watched the boy climb into the jeep “Just be careful”