alxdiamond:

For the @teenwolfdrabbles prompts: fang, memory, mature.

Stiles was different when he came back to Beacon Hills for the last time; came back to stay.

He was more mature. Older, of course, but also more controlled. More confident, more serious, more world-weary. The spastic teen of Derek’s memory had been whittled into something sharper by years of supernatural trouble; even more years in the FBI had finished honing him into a man as dangerous as any creature with claws or fangs.

Despite the hostage-situation-gone-bad that had left him hospitalized for months and ended his career, he came home ready to throw himself into the fight like always.