The Blue Beta

Chapter Three

Stiles found himself suddenly sitting on the alter, his hands bound as one of the witches made the young girl that was in his place disappear in a puff of smoke. The witches crowded towards him as one, all with a wicked gleam in their eyes. 

"What did you do with the girl?" Stiles asked glaring at witch in the centre. 

"Oh, no need to worry about her. She is safely back home thinking this was all just a bad dream." Answered Thalia with a shrug, "You really should be more concerned with yourself here Stiles." He shuddered as her eyes shone a dark purple at him, the air became heavy and charged as she stalked towards him, "You see Stiles, we have plans and you my dear arrived just in time. You are perfect for what we need, just what we have been searching for."

Stiles glared as she hovered above him. "Sorry I don't play nice with Witches, especially soul stealing hags like you."

The Witches all began to cackle setting Stiles on edge. Thalia ruffled his hair quickly, "Careful there little Spark, that almost hurt my feelings."

Stiles sneered at her, "You won't get away with this, my friends are looking for me, they'll find you and you'll pay for this."

Anastasia sighed with a pitying look. "Oh Stiles, they're not looking for you."

He gritted his teeth, "Yes, they are."

"Your pack are not going to miss you Stiles, we've been watching this town for months." Thalia said firmly. "Even without our surveillance, our magic can read how your spark has dulled to a small flicker, the loneliness, the uncertainty, the silence."

"The truth is Stiles, you have no pack." Anastasia added

"Yes, I do." Stiles said gritting his teeth, 

"Let's find out then shall we?" Penelope said stepping toward him with a glass vile that looked to be filled with sand. 

"What are you going to do?" Stiles asked his voice stuttering. 

"We were going to get rid of you Stiles, erase you, take that glorious spark. But now well I have a much better idea." Thalia explained as she took the vile from Penelope and started sprinkling it in a circle around him.

"And what's that?" He asked nervously, his hands tugging at the golden rope that bound around him.

"Nothing hurts more than the truth darling, so I'm going to show it to you." Thalia said with wink. She took a step back and started whispering words under her breath, the air started to get heavy as he saw the sand ring around him turn black. 

"What truth?" Stiles shouted.

Anastasia tilted her head to the side and sighed, "Of where you belong Stiles, where someone like you will always belong."

Before he could utter another word, a flash of bright light surged from the ground into him, his body felt as if it was on fire, he head dropped to his chest as he gritted his teeth from the pain. He could smell the rope that bound him burn away, with his wrists free he braced himself on the ground with a deep breath as the light faded. Finally, he opened his mouth to scream from the pressure in his head but all he heard, was a loud howl that shook the trees. His vision faded as he fell to the ground wondering who's howl he heard.