Something's Gotta Give (Fox At Heart Sequel)

Heed My Warning

Both packs walked deeper into the woods. Alice  in front with Scott just behind. A sense of slow dread had started to engulf them. 

What was it that she wanted to show them?

"Don't piss yourself once you see it" The younger brother sneered, right at Stiles side. He had been trying to provoke Stiles throughout the time they've been walking.

Stiles was considering breaking his nose, he knew he was definitely stronger than a werewolf.

However he was interrupted from his thoughts, just as those words came from the younger brothers mouth, a older werewolf from his pack twisted around to glare at him and snarled, her eyes flaring blue "Kirsty is not an it!"

Then not waiting for their response, she walked on ahead, catching up with Alice.

Stiles didn't take into consideration her eyes, considering his own circumstances, but what was she talking about?

The older brother looked ashamed, looking down at the ground however the younger just rolled his eyes.

"How can she say that? Clearly she's not herself anymore"

What were they talking about? What did they mean?

He wanted to question them but it seemed he didn't have too as they had suddenly all stopped. They had arrived at their destination.

Stiles heard Kira's horrified gasp.

Lydia voice rang out, clear pain in her voice but not for herself "What happened here?"

Scott stayed silent as he stared down at something.

Stiles pushed through some of the other pack members too get a look at what they were talking about.

Liam got to see whatever they were looking at before him and he let out a whimper.

Stiles finally got through.

"Excuse me!" He snapped heatedly, why had they all taken so long to get out of his way?

However as soon as he saw what they were all looking at Stiles wished he hadn't looked.

He felt like he wanted to throw up. There was a person, what looked like they used to be a person, lying on the ground.

Her throat was clearly slashed open but that wasn't the part that was horrifying everyone.

She was transformed, every werewolf aspect was enhanced to the point it looked like muscles and bones were in the wrong place, like she'd been twisted and misshapen by a someone who was trying to create the most dangerous scariest werewolf ever.

She had thick hair across her body, that almost looked like fur and it looked like the way she was wearing rags, like her clothes had burst apart instead of being torn apart in a fight.

Stiles had no clue what she looked like when she had been a normal werewolf however she looked like she was built like a body builder and was at least about seven foot tall.

This wasn't a person or even a werewolf any more but a monster.

Stiles wished he didn't think those thoughts like everyone else but that expression on her face that was slightly pushed up to so it looked like she had more of a canine muzzle.

That expression.

He shuddered.

One of a mindless beast, the only thing it wants to do is kill everything in its path.

Yet this also let felt familiar, then with shock shuddering through his system he realised why...

His dream.

Why was this just like his dream?!

He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, trying to get ahold of himself.

He didn't need another panic attack right now, especially in front of the other pack!

Don't panic Stiles!

Don't panic!

He focused everything inside him on Scott's words as Scott spoke up, his voice strained.

"Was it hunters?"

Alice shook her head as she said "Who turned her into this? We don't know"

A sob came from the werewolf who had snapped at the younger brother, she seemed the most attached to this pack member.

The others while looked sad and even disturbed didn't look like they were mourning. There was this...uneasiness within the pack.

"You shouldn't cry over her" A older werewolf said stiffly.

"She didn't mean too-You know she didn't!" She snapped back, her grief quickly turning to rage, she jumped up to face the older werewolf.

However the argument was broken up as soon as Alice have both of them a hard look.

"I feel like there's more to this story that you haven't told us yet" Lydia said, sounding stern, crossing her arms to glare at the alpha.

Alice gave Lydia a look of distain but with a warning growl from Scott she started to talk once more facing Scott head on.

"I say it once more, I have made my opinions clear about your ah...pack" She gave a look of disgust but continued to talk so any protest was silenced, everyone wanted to hear what she had to say " I do not come for your aid, I come to give you aid, to warn you"

She stepped a little closer to Scott, her eyes burning into him.

"We lost three of our pack members recently. This one was transformed into this monster, the last time we saw her sane, she was going on an alone patrol and she came back like this, she killed a member of our pack so we had no choice but to kill her"

Stiles swallowed, the ripped out neck suddenly made sense, this wasn't the work of hunters after all.

Werewolves went for the throat...

Malia who had been very quiet surprisingly, spoke up, lifting her head slightly in defiance at speaking out when she knew this Alpha didn't approve of her or her other non werewolf pack members "And the third?"

This time Alice did not seem to show any disproval, maybe she did not know Malia was a Were-coyote or maybe she just really wanted to get to this part of the story.

Her voice sharp and full of warning. She didn't look at Malia, all her focus on Scott.

Scott couldn't hide how unsettled he was by what she was saying yet there was more to come.

"He was transformed like her. We came to your aid because the last sighting of him, he was running towards your area. Whatever transformed him is likely to follow. Whoever it was could already be in your town"