Three weeks later
"Stiles, come on, you have to get up eventually."
I roll onto my stomach, shoving my head deeper into my pillow. "NO."
"Don't make me do this to you man..."
I look up to question him about what he means when suddenly my whole head and chest is doused in freezing cold water. I'm gonna kill that fucker. I let out a deep growl before leaping off my bed, chasing Scott down the stairs and around the living room until finally he slips and I can tackle him. I put him in a steady chokehold and wait for him to tap out before I let go and walk up the stairs to get ready for school, which was starting back up today.
I pick out one of the shirts Derek had gotten me, back before everything horrible had happened. If I inhale deeply enough I can still smell a trace of his scent in the fabric, which helps a little bit with the daily pain of not being with him.
School is horrible. Being able to hear every person's breathing, heartbeat, pen clicks, voices, taps... It was driving me insane.
When the bell finally rang to signal my free period, which is (thank GOD) at the end of the day this year, I bolted out of the school doors and ran straight to my Jeep. Who needs grumpy werewolf boyfriends when I have such a beautiful baby waiting for me every day...
My mind is elsewhere, thinking about Derek and caves and club bathrooms, when I'm suddenly feeling air rushing by my body as I'm thrown out of my Jeep and slammed into the pavement.
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There's no light. I feel my body being dragged, feel the twigs and rocks dig into my back as someone pulls me by my feet through the forest. But everything is still dark, my vision not yet returned from the massive concussion I must have. The feelings of the forest beneath me begin to fade as I slip back into unconsciousness.
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I open my eyes to what looks to be a cellar. The only light is shining in from two small windows behind me.
In the middle of the room appears to be a huge cage, with a dark wooden table beside it and two sets of broken handcuffs attached to the top. Holy shit, this has to be where Kate was holding Derek hostage back in his beta days. I let out a loud, unmanly yelp as a jolt of electricity rushes through my body and keeps me weak.
This is not fucking okay.
My attempts to remove myself from the leg irons currently holding me to the floor are interrupted as the huge door in front of me slowly opens, revealing a tall man in sunglasses. Holding a walking stick. With red eyes showing through the tinted lenses.
Deucalion.
Ennis follows closely behind him, Kali and the Wondertwins also following.
"So, you're done waiting around to kill me? Because I was starting to wonder if you actually had the balls to follow through on your little murder attempt."
I'm on my back with a large boot pressed against my neck in seconds. Fucking Ennis.
"Wow, you know what they say about werewolves with big feet buddy-" He chokes out the rest of my sentence with the heel of his foot. Black spots start appearing across my vision as my blood struggles to push through to my brain.
"Ennis, enough." The calm words of the head Alpha flow through the room as the pressure on my neck is lifted. I cough, trying to refill my lungs with air as the pounding in my head keeps me from thinking.
"Stiles. I always admired you, did you know that? Your courage to face monsters like us, monsters that could kill you with simply one finger. That, to me, is a highly respectable trait in my eyes."
I choke back a cough. "In your eyes? You're pretty witty yourself there Dukey-boy."
He smiles slightly before continuing. "Your character alone makes me upset that I'm going to have to kill you."
I feel some of the color drain from my face as I try and insert some confidence into my words. "Well, you don't have to you know. Free will and all."
His smile widens as I feel Kali swing a strong pole at my head from the side, bringing me back into unconsciousness.
~Derek
"What do you mean, you haven't seen him in two days?!"
I feel my eyes glow red as I listen to Scott's response over the phone.
"He didn't show up at my house afterschool Monday like he said he would, then he wasn't at school yesterday. And he's not at school today... I tried calling his cell like twenty times already but it keeps sending me straight to voicemail!"
"Scott. He's been missing for two days. And he has a stalker werewolf Alpha out there RIGHT NOW, who has already tried to kill him once. AND YOU'RE JUST NOW CALLING ME."
Rage and fear bubble up in my chest, threatening to let the wolf escape and take over my actions. "I'm going to look for him."
I hang up the phone and take a few deep breaths, attempting to keep my emotions under control so I can think straight but it's too difficult. Stiles is missing, he has been for days, and I haven't done anything to try and help him.
Images of a pale and bloody Stiles flash through my brain as my breathing picks up and my claws extend. It's my fault. I didn't protect him, and now he could be.... Dead. He could be dead.
With that, my wolf takes over my body completely, and I let it as I run to Stiles' house.
