One Night

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Stiles kicked off his shoes, leaning back into his bed and gripping the front of his shirt.

What was happening? He's having a panic attack.
Why was he having a panic attack? Cause two pairs of beefy red eyes were —are— staring up at him through his window, and his dad isn't home.

Of course, not that he wants his dad to be home with the imminent threat of being tore to shreds by ruthless alpha's. But still, stiles is freaking out cause, yes, while he can use one, he doesn't have a gun. Nor the code to the safe box under his dad's bed. Nor wolfsbane bullets to actually inflict damage on the Alpha Fucking Werewolves lurking on the edge of the forest across from his home.

Stiles took in a shaking breath and closed his eyes, pulling his knees closer and pressing his forehead to them. His mom taught him this trick, it was like a way to stop the world. Everything muffled as his palms pressed into his ears, his lungs were forced to stop working with the force of his knees to his chest; which as unhealthy as it sounds, inflicts the teen to take in a big gasp of air when he can't handle holding his breath anymore.

Stiles shivered, not from cold- or possibly from the cold, but mainly fear. He'd cut off his panic attack and stopped it successfully, but now he had to deal with its Cause stopping one isn't as great as killing it. Stiles pulled himself off his bed, all shaky and weak, how long had I been holding my breath? The teen stepped to his window and scanned his eyes, he saw movement but no red, that, with all honesty, scared even more shit out of stiles.

Quickly the teen fumbled for his phone and pressed his first most recent call, Scott picked up after two rings. "Hey Sti, what's up-"

"I think there are two alphas in the woods across from my house. I say their eyes, four fucking red dots. Creepy dude." Stiles snapped, ending in his usual comedic relief. It calmed him as much as it kept everyone tuned into reality... the deadly, supernatural, claws and canines on people reality.

"Okay I'm on my way. Stay on the line." Scott answered, the sound of ruffling cloth signaled him, either getting dressed or out of bed.

"Yeah I would Scotty, but I've got another call to make. And my dad's not here I need to make sure he's okay." Stiles snapped like there was a grin in his voice and not horrendously shaking hands.

"Stiles," Scott started to try, he gave up on whatever he was going to say. "Fine, stay in your room at least." A door slammed on the other end and stiles knew Scott was off. He nodded before muttering yeah knowing the teen- were couldn't see him. Then he hung up.

Stiles flipped through his contacts, Dad, Catwoman, Boyd, Scott, Alli, Lyds <3, and so on. He finally found his desired number and clicked on Derek's name, then began to chew his nail as he paces back and forth waiting for the alpha to answer his call. Instead the phone rang till an end, voicemail box not set up yet, and sighed feeling worth crumble away to anxiety in his chest. A new pressure for the man he hadn't expected.

Stiles jumped at the tap on his window. Which scared him into not turning around, Scott would use the front door, he knew that. So who was tapping on his window. Stiles glanced over his shoulder to see Derek and the gloomy outside world looking like twins. The teen sighed a heavy breath and stepped forward, opening his locked window and feeling the rush of dewy, wet, cold air.