Honorary Argent by Ravenclaw1991

Chapitre 1

Of all the supernatural things Stiles Stilinski had encountered, he hadn't really been afraid of them. Well, he had been afraid, but not that afraid. If that even makes sense. The alpha pack though, that terrified him. He knew they could come after him for being part of the pack. The thought terrified him. Especially because he knew they could bite him and he didn't want that. If anyone was going to bite him, it would be Derek, but he still didn't want it. Well, maybe if his life depended on it, but that's a whole different story.

Stiles spent a lot of time alone in the days following the kanima fiasco. Sure he was with the pack a lot, but outside of that, he was alone. Scott ditched him to buddy up with Isaac. Of course they had a lot in common nowadays since they were both freaking werewolves.

So Stiles, being bored as hell at the beginning of his summer vacation decided to go to the mall. He figured he'd check out a few sales and buy some clothes. A lot of his clothes seemed to be disappearing lately. Either because they're destroyed or the pack steals them to wear when their own clothes are destroyed. It was mostly shirts, though there were two pairs of jeans missing too. He was thinking about a visit to Hot Topic, they tended to have a decent selection of shirts.

He pulled into a parking space and glanced around, taking in his surroundings. It was something he had started doing since Gerard kidnapped him. He noticed two guys, they were twins. One was sitting on a motorcycle with no helmet in sight. The other was standing beside the motorcycle. Both were wearing leather jackets.

"Huh, leather jackets aren't just a werewolf thing around here, I guess," Stiles muttered. As soon as the words left his mouth, the twins turned to look at him. "Oh my God."

Their eyes briefly flashed red and Stiles almost crapped himself. They were smirking and staring at him. Stiles wasted no time, he threw the jeep into reverse and tore out of the parking space. The one twin started following him on the motorcycle.

Stiles muttered an apology to his dad and hit the gas. He was going fifteen over the speed limit. The alpha twin was on his ass. Stiles pulled out his phone and started calling pack numbers. Scott didn't answer. Neither did Isaac, Jackson, Boyd, or Erica. Finally, as a last resort, he called Derek. No freaking answer.

"Stupid unreliable werewolves," Stiles growled.

If the pack weren't answering their phones, that meant that they were probably busy with something important. He shouldn't have called them 'unreliable.' He sure as hell wasn't going to lure an alpha to his house or to anyone else's house. He certainly wasn't going to lead him to Derek's. Especially considering no one is probably there and he could be killed faster with no one around.

Stiles was, in reality, paranoid for no reason. It was understandable though. The alphas were actually playing with him and trying to intimidate him. Unfortunately for Stiles, he thought he was going to die and he kept driving. He didn't even notice the alpha turning around after a few miles.

He did the only thing he could think of. Headed towards the Argents. A werewolf wouldn't dare go near a known hunter's house. As he got closer, he prayed that Allison would be home. He really didn't want to deal with Chris Argent alone.

Stiles had been the mediator between the pack and the Argents. Scott would've done it, but being broken up with Allison would've made it awkward. Chris was probably more comfortable dealing with a human than a werewolf anyway. That being said, Stiles was the only person in the pack that had recently spoken to Allison.

He pulled into the driveway and raced to the door. He hammered on it and kept his back to it to watch the road. An alpha was not going to sneak up on him. He heard the door open behind him.