The night was dark with only the soft howls of wolves in the deep forest. An empty park was lit up a bit by the moonlight, a few lanterns and streetlamps dotted the pathways too. Someone was sitting on one of the benches, looking quite tired. It appeared to be a tall male.

Stiles let out a calm sigh, he had been at the tattoo shop earlier with Scott so that his best friend could get a tattoo. As much as he tried to convince Scott that the pain he was feeling was just a little pain. However, to the werewolf, it wasn't just subtle pain, it hurt more than just a few nips and pinches.