Gabe nodded. "Yeah, she was in my litter. The other four older ones were all wolves. Claudia, we call her Dia, is the white one. I'm the white one with a gray spot. Caleb and Myles are dark brown. Junior is sort of gray and brown mixed. Laura is my age and she is gray. I don't know why our hair color and our fur color aren't the same." That was just a random thing he'd always wondered. He thought his gray spot looked kind of funny, but the others swore it was cute. Except Myles, but he was a butthead.

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Scott stayed pressed against Stiles, relieved to hear his heartbeat slow to normal- or close- again.

Somehow he just knew whatever happened had been his fault. It was hard with Stiles so adamant about learning this information about their future. He hoped he could get Deaton to back him up on this. Even with more on his side, he was sure Stiles would get it out of him eventually. Poor kid.