Remember Why We Do What We Do

Preview

I'm on my way to the pack meeting at Derek's loft and I drop my phone. I go to grab it and after I look up, I'm blinded. I swerve the wheel and I jerk crashing into a tree. I black out and when I come to, I'm still blinded.

I knew I didn't like Francis but now I resent him with all my being, and he is literally just like Jackson. Other than looks he might as well be Jackson, nothing but an egotistical jock with something to prove and that's that he is the best.

 "Good man. Keep the pressure on." I then say asking "Fuck. Are you calling my pops? Hey, prick! You fucking prick. Fuck." 

I then say as a silent rage fumes underneath "You want to see me make a mess?"

I feel as it gets harder to breath, and I start to feel cold. I breath out for the last time and somehow open my eyes. I look around seeing . . . . my bedroom. 

Even though the times have changed, I will not change again because there is no need to change who I am now. The pack will have to get used to the new me and eventually I'll tell them all that I'm no longer Stiles Stilinski, but Richie Boyle a member of the Boyle family gang and I'm not going to fake being Stiles. 

He hands me the holster and I take my long coat off handing it to the clerk. I put the holster on, and I instantly feel better, more like myself again. I grab my coat and put it back on. 

I ignore them and continue smoking before I get up. I walk past the as if they don't exist and I drop it to the ground stepping on it to put it out. 

I'm not in any way like myself at least the self you all know and I'm not that person anymore. My name is not Stiles Stilinski, my name has been Richie Boyle for 7 year and that is my name. 

I howl for us to improve and remember what we're doing this for. Not for revenge, or power. we do this to protect not to kill to help unless necessary and we forgot what this was all about.