Peter/Stiles, Chris/Stiles, Deucalion/Stiles 55,598+ words
Stiles Stilinski was making his dreams come true. It didn't matter that he was years behind the curve, that he found his calling too late for proper apprenticeship, or that his skills were inconsistent at best; he was a full fledged Druid, officially approved and everything. He even had an assignment, direct from the Council themselves, straight out of the gate! If that meant shacking up with three of the most gorgeous and damaged werewolves currently alive, well... he could think of worse things. At least here he was doing some good, and the fringe benefits weren't too bad either.
“For a werewolf, especially a beta whose pack has deserted him, the healing process would take months. Months of unbearable, unmitigated pain, as muscle and skin slowly knit themselves back together, because werewolves metabolize painkillers too quickly for them to be effective.”
