"I just hope you don't see me differently afterwards," Stiles said softly, his lip moving against Derek's thumb, finding comfort in the familiar touch that he had been missing for a week now.
"Well there really is no nice way of saying this so I'm just going to say it. My name is Hieronim Stilinski. I am John Stilinski's son." Stiles' voice grew quiet as he watched for Derek's reaction, unsure what the werewolf would think about having the rebel leader's son as a personal slave.