Rencontre d'une nuit

Chapitre 1

Stiles Stilinski, son of the sheriff of Beacon Hill had been circling in his room for nearly an hour. His friends weren't in class and none of them answered their phones. Unable to stand it any longer, he went to his best friend, his dear brother, Scott McCall. He was afraid to find there blood sign of a fight or even arrows and a smell of aconite, but when he arrived he fell on Mélissa, Scott's mother. She was surprised to see him. She asked him what he was doing there? Why hadn't he gone with the pack for the long weekend they had planned? He felt like she had just slapped him. His throat dry, he asked her when they were coming home. She replied that they should return on Sunday evening. They all slept at Derek's. He left devastated by this news.

He knew he was hard to live with his hyperactivity and his attention deficit disorder, but to reject him like that, after all he had done for them? On the other hand, maybe he had simply imposed himself on them to help Scott because it was his fault that he had become a werewolf?

It was lost in his troubled thoughts as he returned home and spent his weekend.

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It was Sunday, it was six o'clock, he was waiting for the pack in front of the building where young Hale's loft was, when he saw the cars arriving. As soon as he saw his best friend get out of one of the cars, he spoke.

- So it was true.

Scott, Isaac, Derek, Peter, Erica, Danny, Jackson, Lydia and Alison faced him.

- Stiles. Scott huffed.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- You're not part of the pack.

Derek's response hit him hard.

- You're only human. Continued the alpha.
- Is Danny a werewolf?
- No, but it's good for something. And then he's my best friend. Jackson replied.

New dagger in his heart.

- Fine, so the next time you need someone to back up an alpha in 8 feet of water, you call Danny. When you have to go into the police station to deliver a beta on a full moon night, you will call Danny. When you need to know the passwords of one of you, you will ask Danny. When it is necessary to surround a rowan shed to contain a kanima, you will ask Danny. When it's time to do research at any hour of the night, you go to Danny. And when you have to hide from the police, you'll go to Danny's.

He had spoken with a calm, neutral tone. He was about to get into his jeep when Scott grabbed his left wrist.

- Stiles look, I...

He undid his hold.

- I don't care what you have to say... McCall.

His eyes filled with tears. He had never called him by his last name.

- Go back to your friends.

He got into his car and drove off.

Arriving home, he found a note from his father warning him that he still had work to do and that he wouldn't be home that night. He went up to his room and took some things out of a bag.

He left a note for his father informing him of his departure, saying that he needed a few days away, that he was sorry to miss the last days of school, but then it was the summer vacation. That he loved her and would call her.

He got back into his car and drove off Beacon Hill.

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He didn't know how long he had been rolling when his stomach remembered.

About fifteen minutes later, the lights of a diner showed up.

Seated on one of the benches surrounding the tables, he ate. It was late, much later than he had imagined. Her father should be home soon and call her.