When it rains, it pours.

Part 12

Stiles tries to stay as silent as possible, but it's hard. He can feel his muscles still spasm from the shocks he had. Together with the burn wounds on his torso and legs, it's difficult to suppress the pain and think about getting out of here.

His memories have gotten back gradually. He was on his way to the full-moon pack night when a black van rear-ended him. Then it's black for some time before he wakes up in the back of probably the same van, his hands bound behind his back. He must have lost consciousness because the next thing he knows, he wakes up in this hell hole.

His dad must go completely crazy if he has found Stiles's jeep. Oh god, if Derek and Harry find his jeep, they will go mad.

Victoria must have trailed him from his house. It couldn't have been long that she has broken Gerard out if he really thinks about it. His dad was still at home when he went to the packhouse. So he thinks that she broke him out after she had kidnapped him.

He tries his shackles again, but of course, they won't budge. He is wracking his brain how he can get out of it. If he had a bobby pin, he could have picked the lock probably. His Google-fu is truly amazing for self-teaching as long as his dad doesn't find out what he has learned from the internet. That would be disastrous. He doesn't think that the Sheriff would be glad to have his son know how to hotwire a car or pick locks.

''Would they shrink with me?'' He muses out loud, and really he should be thinking that he is losing his mind if he starts talking to himself, but normally he can ramble to everyone and anyone. It helps soothe his nerves.

A plan starts to form in his head. Maybe he can change in his Animagus form. His paws are smaller than his wrist, so he could probably sneak out of the shackles then.

He takes a couple of deep breaths and closes his eyes to focus on his fox form. He knows he is the same as his fox, but he still named his form. He couldn't help it! He never had a pet, so he just named his fox. His name is Frey. So he tries to let Frey take over. He can feel the shift come over him, and his body folds into itself.

The shift is thankfully effortless, and soon he finds himself on four paws. He then softly pulls his left paw out of the shackle that was still connected. He was already out of the other one when he shifted into Frey.

I fucking love magic! He thinks when he is free. Stiles is scanning the room, trying to find a way out, but the windows are too high up and have bars in front of them. He could try apparating, but he's afraid that he will splinter because of not being in the right mindset. Not that he was in the right mindset with Jackson, but he really shouldn't push that. If he can't find a way out, he will try it eventually.

There is only one door, and Victoria and Gerard have used that. Stiles wants to try the door, but when he wants to turn back into his human form, the door bursts open.

Victoria is standing in the opening with a fucking shotgun. It's aimed at Stiles's head, and he is frozen to the floor.

''Did you really think we wouldn't have any cameras here? That you could just escape when you want?'' She fires the shotgun, and Stiles just barely dives to the side on time to escape it.

He is breathing rapidly, and he knows he can tumble into a panic attack at any moment.

''It's your fault that my daughter doesn't trust me anymore. It's your fault that she is now living in that doghouse.'' She sneers. She loads another shot and Stiles whimpers in his fox form.

''Victoria. That's enough. We still need him.'' Gerard's voice cut through the silence.

Victoria scowls but steps back, shotgun still raised, but listening to Gerard.