The Blue Beta

Chapter One

Stiles slammed the penthouse door shut behind him as he left. Every pack meeting since the Nogitsune incident was the same. They all pretended to include him and then ignored any advice or input he gave. Running his hands through his now longer hair, Stiles stomped towards his jeep unable to keep the frustrated growl in as he recalled their blank faces.

Scott still wouldn't look him in the eye, preferring to act like he was super busy any time he tried to make conversation. Strangest of all Derek was no longer barking orders at him or telling him to shut up, he just seemed to adopt a gloomy air every time he stepped into the room.

He didn't even know why they still bothered to invite him at all. Peter seemed to be the only one that still acted the same around him, the same smug smirk and knowing glint in his eyes as before. 

When the discussion turned towards the recent increase of strange magical creatures appearing and disappearing, Stiles had leaned forward in his seat eager to help. Research was after all his domain in the pack and while he knew they were still unsure of how to deal with the aftermath of his possession, they had never turned his information down when it counted.

Stiles opened his mouth to contribute to the recon plan when suddenly he was faced with glares and looks of indifference from the pack, as if as one they had decided to exclude him from this too. What was worse was the almost sympathetic looks he got from Peter.

It was Scott's call for him to stay back and not get involved that made Stiles see red. Before he knew it, he stood up and walked out of the penthouse in silence, letting the loud slam of the door shutting behind him speak for him. He was done. Done with people walking on eggshells around him, done with the awkward silences and done with people looking at him as if he may go crazy or break at any moment.

His eyes glistened with tears as he drove away from the apartment complex, he stared ahead at the dark road and swiped angrily at the tears that threatened to fall. Normal people were sleeping in their beds at four in the morning, not discussing how to get rid of supernatural creatures that may or not be in the area.

Though he could hardly call himself normal anymore, running with wolves and being possessed by a Fox spirit were both things he knew he could never come back from. The Supernatural life seemed to suck him in from day one and didn't seem eager to let him go anytime soon.

Driving home in the dark, Stiles found the silence unnerving. Not wanting to get stuck in his thoughts, he turned on the radio which suddenly blared loudly making him swerve the car. "Whoa, what the hell?" Stiles said loudly as he tried to turn the radio off but found that it wouldn't turn off.

Stiles frowned and was ready to pull the car over when his headlights suddenly started blinking and shut off completely. The car stopped altogether on the middle of an empty road by the Preserve. Stiles stared at the dashboard with a resigned look. "Come on girl, you can't keep doing this." He muttered as he got out of the car. Using the light from his phone he opened up the hood with a tired groan.

"Help!" A voice suddenly called out.

Stiles looked around wildly searching for the voice, his heart racing.

"Someone help me please!" The voice sounded like a young girl.

Stiles ran back to the driver's seat and ducked back into the car to get his bat. With a phone in one hand and a bat in the other, he scanned the pitch-black road and the treeline. Seeing nothing, Stiles quickly dialled his speed dial number two. When it went to voicemail, he gritted his teeth.

"Look Sourwolf, I know I'm the last person you probably want to talk to right now." Stiles said in a tired voice. "But I think there's something going on in the Preserve. My car broke down and now there's a voice calling for help which sounds like all kinds of horror movie clichés." He said shakily. "So, if someone could come pick me up before I end up as something or someone's dinner that would be great." He added quickly, "Oh, and if I die out here, I'm warning you that I'm going to haunt your ass for leaving me out here alone." Stiles said before ending the call with a deep sigh.

Suddenly, a loud scream echoed through the trees. Stiles's eyes widened as he looked around trying to figure out where it was coming from. He knew he should wait by the car until someone arrived, that following the voice would turn him into one of those idiots in a horror movie, who seem to have no common sense and run into danger.

Yet, there was a small part of him that couldn't help but wonder, what if it really was someone in danger and he was just standing by? As always that small part of him won and had him running towards the scream.