My Pillow

Chapter 6

~3rd~
Scott tried to stop Stiles from leaving, "Stiles please dude, you have to understand, it's a little too much to-"

"Too much to what Scott? Everything I've been handling ever since you became a werewolf was too much to handle, but guess what I handle it better than ANY OF YOU!"

Everyone's eyes widened in horror.

"Stiles" Derek called softly.

"NO Derek I'm sick of all of you treating me like I'm some kind of weakling who needs special treatment cause you all think I'm a dumb human-

" Stiles" Derek called a little louder moving slowly towards the boy with arms out ready to protect himself

"NO I'm sick of it. I'm DONE! When are you guys going to realise that I'm not as weak as you think!"

"STILES!" Derek shouted now irritated.

"What?!"

"Your eyes, th- their glowing"

Shit Stiles thought, looking around he spots a mirror. He looks into it and finds both of his eyes glowing yellow.

Stiles cursed under his breath, this isn't the way he wanted to show himself but it was too late.

"Stiles?" Scott called softly. Stiles turned around and found that everyone was standing far away from him, eyes all wide and scared. Isaac looked like he wanted to run to Stiles and hug him but just sadly looked to the ground because of the pack.

Malia stood defensively infront of Kira growling at Stiles, claws out, eyes glowing blue. Ethan stood infront of Danny, Lydia clung onto Jackson's arm who was in a almost-pouncing-pose.

Stiles saw the fear in their eyes. They had never expected him to be a supernatural, its not like he wanted it anyway. This was all the nogitsune's fault. It caused this, this was going to be cause of Stiles breaking from the pack because he was not human anymore.

Yet he can't help but wonder why they are reacting like this. Why they are looking at him like he's some kind of monster. It certainly wasn't the way he reacted when he found out about the supernatural world.

But why? Is he really that bad?

"Stiles, what are you?" Scott asked still far away from his best friend, if they're still going to be friends though.

"Werefox," Stiles sighed.

"When?" Lydia asked still cloning to Jackson.

"After the nogitsune, " Stiles said eyes not looking at the pack, not wanting to see their terrified faces, but he couldn't help but look up and see the look on Derek's face. It was a mix of fear, disgust and anger all in one.

Stiles didn't need to be here anymore. He didn't need them to tell him he can't be in the pack anymore. He just walked out of the loft ignoring the now softened faces looking at him leave. If they really care about you they'll call you back he thought, but no one called, not even his own best friend Scott.

Not even his own alpha. He was done. He bolted out of the loft, got into his jeep and ran his hands in his hair. He breathed heavily, angry at the events that just happened. He didn't care anymore, they don't care about him anymore.

Twisting the key, the jeep roared to life, "I guess it's just you and me Roscoe, just you and me".

He made his way to his house, abandoning his jeep he ran to the forest. He ran as fast as he could, trees went past him with a blur. Adrenaline pulsating throughout his entire body.

Without a moments hesitation, he leaped into the air. Within a split of a second, his body reformed, bones cracking, orange fur growing from his body, his legs reshaping itself, tail sprouting from his end. His clothes tore away from him.

When he landed he was a beautiful orange fox, bigger than an average fox of course. He felt relief, happiness, most importantly freedom.