Everyone is born with a matching mark. Someone to care about and for.
Stiles meets his the day after a serial killers burns his home to ground, his dad and mom inside. Social Services doesn't bother placing him in foster care, just snaps a picture, and puts it on the matching service.
He doesn't know what he expects from Peter and the rest of the Hales, but it certainly isn't a pack of wolves.
Everyone knows the Hale’s take in strays—maybe it's in the hope that one day they’ll be willing to take the bite, or maybe it's just that they're pack creatures that take one look at a human without a family and immediately have to adopt them. Stiles isn’t sure which it is. Maybe it’s both.
He just never thought he'd be one of those strays.
Stiles is the omega witch in the village he was born in. A gift that had been passed to him from his mother. A curse that left him an outcast amongst the people he helped heal. Until one day he no longer is. Kidnapped by the Viking Wolves of the North, he suddenly finds himself a human amongst wolves. There is one wolf in particular who is intent to woo him into staying. Stiles is really only indulging Peter until he can make his escape. There is nothing remotely interesting about the other man. Not a single thing.