"You'll have longevity now," he said refusing to call it immortality. Immortality suggested one was impossible to kill and that wasn't right. Derek could find way to kill him, he was sure of it. He didn't need to and with any luck he won't have to.

He walked as he spoke, leading Stiles to a large waredrobe. He opened it and inside there was clothing of all types. Men, women, even some childrens's clothing, all labeled and categorized according to size and gender. All of it was black since it was for someone who had come back from the a full moon.