All Stiles wanted to do was set out on his own, just him and Scott. But Scott met the girl of his dreams and got them both mixed up with the special brand of crazy that was the fur-trapping Argent Trading Company. The last thing Stiles expected on the journey into the wilderness was to find out that the Argents weren't crazy after all, that the wolf-spirits his mom taught him about as a child were real, or that he'd fall in love with one.
Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he's no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he's been in love with for far too long.
“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure. Derek blinks.
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.