The fox that runs with the wolves (dropped)

The foxes

      Stiles Pov:

I knew I needed it, but I didn't want it. I thought as I watched my friends train. Now, you, the reader, might be wondering, Stiles, why aren't you over there training with them? Well, I tried, but that ended with me being banned from training with the wolves—permanently.

You might be wondering what happened. Well, it went a little like this:

Flashback

I was "training" with Scott and Isaac—or more like I was being their water boy. I was trying not to get upset, but I knew they could smell the frustration on me.

"Hey, Stiles, can you go back to the house and bring us some towels, please?" Scott asked.

"But everyone brought towels out here. Plus, why do I have to get them? All these other people are just sitting around on their phones. So, why do I, out of everybody here, have to get it?" I responded.

"STILES, PLEASE, JUST GET US THE TOWEL!" Isaac, now yelling, added.

I just nodded, knowing that if I didn't reply, Isaac would get even more upset. I went to get the towels, but when I got back, everyone had already left. Their excuse? That I "took too long." Like, bitch, I only took too long because I had to get towels they didn't even need.

Flashback Over

After that, Scott banned me from "training" with them—even though I was still doing the same thing I'd always been doing: handing out water bottles and towels. The worst part was his excuse—his sad excuse—that he was afraid I'd get hurt. Like, bitch, how could I possibly get hurt when I wasn't even training?

Shortly after that, I tried to train with Allison. But since she'd been trained by her hunter father since she was a child—and I'm just an average teenage boy who can't even lift a desk without struggling—you can imagine how that went. And why I'm not training with her right now.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Derek's voice.

"Okay, guys, we're done training for now. If you want to keep training, though, you can."

Obviously, everyone agreed to go inside to eat and "restore their energy," even though I could tell they weren't the least bit tired. I decided I'd head home.

I walked up to Scott and said, "Hey, Scotty, I don't feel so well, so I think I'm going to head home."

Scott didn't even look at me. He just nodded and went back to his conversation with Kira. Some friend he is. Like, I know you're busy being a simp for your girlfriend, but you could at least say bye or something.

I said my goodbyes to everyone, and—surprisingly—only Derek and Peter said bye back. I just left, feeling fed up.

Once I got into my baby, Roscoe, I fired her up and fished out a bottle of liquor I'd stolen from my dad's closet. I started driving and, when I reached the preserve, my body was screaming at me to get out of the car. So, I did what any reasonable, kind-of-drunk person would do: I drove into a small clearing, parked Roscoe where she wouldn't be visible unless someone was really looking, and got out.

I left the liquor bottle in the car. "Shit," I cursed, suddenly realizing I could die out here.

"Follow my voice," I heard a whisper in my ear.

"Who's there?" I managed to yell, but the forest was eerily quiet.

I didn't want to go into the preserve, but my legs moved on their own. My mind, for some reason, decided to listen to the voice. I forgot to grab my bat in the process. By the time I realized I'd left it, I was already too far in.

As I walked through the forest, I spotted a family of foxes. They were so cute I couldn't help but take a photo before continuing on. What I didn't notice was that the foxes were following me.

Eventually, I reached a clearing.

"Wow, this place is so beautiful," I said, not paying attention to my surroundings.

All of a sudden, pain shot through my head. I tried to walk away but failed and collapsed. Before I passed out, I faintly saw the shadow of a fox.

Scott's POV

The rest of the pack and I were enjoying our break, watching Wednesday, when Lydia screamed, "STILES!!"

My mind was still trying to process what she'd said when Derek barked out, "Lydia, try to text or call Stiles. Allison, call your father. Scott, Isaac, and Liam, go search Stiles' house. Everyone else, search the school, Scott's house, the hospital, and the preserve!"

We could all tell Derek was panicking—we could smell it on him, hear it in his voice.

"GUYS, WE HAVE TO GO! STILES COULD ALREADY BE DEAD!" Derek yelled again, snapping us out of our daze.

We all rushed off to our assigned places. Stiles, please be okay.

No One's POV

When Stiles woke up, he was still in the same beautiful clearing. But something felt different. The air wasn't as peaceful as it had been before.

He stood up, looking around for any signs of danger. When he didn't see anything threatening, he bolted back to his car.

When he reached Roscoe, he saw scratches all over the car—and himself. The scratches weren't wolf-sized; they looked more like cat scratches, only bigger. It was strange, but he didn't care about that at the moment.

He got in the car and drove straight home. When he arrived, he saw Scott, Isaac, and Liam climbing out of his bedroom window.

The moment they spotted him, they ran to him.

"Stiles! Where have you been? Are you okay? Why are you covered in scratches? What happened to you?" Scott fired off questions without taking a breath.

"Scotty, slow down," Stiles said innocently. "I'm fine. I got these scratches from a fox I tried to carry in the preserve."

Why didn't he tell them the truth? Well, you'll find that out soon.

After letting everyone know Stiles was safe, the pack left. Stiles, tired and stressed, went inside. He climbed the stairs, took a long shower, changed into fresh clothes, and collapsed into bed.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he found himself trapped in a nightmare.

Word Count: 1,118 words

I know I rushed the last paragraph I'm sorry, but I was tired I will be editing this soon so don't worry can you all tell me what you all thought about this chapter.

Question of the day Did you eat breakfast this morning?

Has officially been edited.