Find Your Anchor - Part 1

18. Question Containing a Little Bit of Force

I ship Stalia though...

New Chapter's coming soon guys Hold UP!!! I'm NOT DEAD PLS WAIT

The aggressive hand belonged to the one and only Scott McCall.

"Stiles? What the hell are you doing here?" Scott asked confused. He expected some other kind of creature, like a werewolf or a kanima.

Thomas was startled too, but he quickly gained calmness like he was trained to do so. This was nothing compared to his 'friendly' meeting with the cranks. 

"I told you not to call me Stiles. I'm Thomas. And I was running." He glared at him. Thomas thought of escaping, but he spotted the others hiding behind some bushes. He rolled his eyes. They call that hiding? Seriously, you could see their foreheads sticking out, shining like a full moon! 

"You were running?" Scott asked, more confused then ever. Stiles could run? Since when?

"Yes, duh, and why is your friends hiding behind some bushes? It looks weird, you know." 

Scott's face reddened. "They're for the backup." The true Alpha motioned toward the pack, like a mother calling her babies who were playing stupidly.

Derek, Malia, Lydia, Liam and Chris Argent stepped out into the light. Every one of them looked like they were ashamed.

Scott turned his attention to Thomas, clearing his throat. "So, Sti...Thomas. What were you really doing here?" 

Thomas replied, annoyance lacing his voice. He slightly frowned a little. "I was running."

"Your heart his beating so fast that it could burst through your chest?" Scott informed.

Thomas swore inside his head. Ah, fuck. He forgot that Scott could hear his hearbeat. How could he be so stupid!

"I just felt like it. I was running." He reasoned that it is part true. He was running until the WICKED man showed up. His heartbeat was slowly finding his place, Scott could hear it. But there was still some suspicions.

"What happened when you were gone?" He asked from nowhere.

Pain, sadness, grief, and anger flashed in Thomas's face. Memories came flooding down. He had managed to held it down, but really, he had to make it came over again?

Scott suddenly doved for Thomas's hand. Thomas snatched it out of the way, but accidentally revealing his wrists. Covered in scars from the maze and the scorch. He grimaced sarcastically thinking, Great.

"What's this?" Scott asked, gawking.

"None of your business." Thomas said angerily. "I'm done with you. Get lost with your friends." He tried to limp away, but Scott held firmly onto him.

"I said it was NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Thomas hollered infront of Scott. He was really angry now. How dare he?

Scott was equally angry, too. What was he not telling him? He was his Alpha, so Thomas should tell him everything. Those scars... it was the scars of a battle. Werewolves heal, so they didn't get a scar thankfully, but humans... they always get a scar. Wait, Alpha? 

Yes! He was still Stiles's Alpha, right? Then... if he flash his red eyes, he would answer back!

Scott flashed his red alpha eyes. "What. Are. You. Hiding. From me!" He whispered-shouted. He grabbed the collar of Thomas's jacket and abruptly held him close to his face. 

Thomas smirked. He already told Scott that he was not part of his pack. He had his own pack, and himself was the alpha responsible for it. "Nothing." He whispered back jeering.