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Stiles’s mate was a werewolf so no surprise he was friends with wee folk, sasquatches and poltergeist too.
(Stiles didn’t flinch at recurring random loud bangs from somewhere in his house. That’s how poltergeist said hi!)
The local folk avoided Stiles’s property because Derek patrolled it in wolf form.
That day, while Stiles joined in negotiations with a gang of ghouls, Derek took his time, resting a respectable distance from a festival the wee folk held. The aroma of roast meat and savory pies, though miniature-sized, made Derek hungry.
He waited hoping their friends would bring him a little treat.