The Blue Beta

Chapter 5

Stiles woke up with his body aching, his head thumped and his eyes stung. He groaned as he felt the cold hard beneath him. The rain pelted him as he tried to get his bearings.

After having been in the Preserve a thousand times, Stiles had grown to know the smells and feel of it enough to know where he was ,without even opening his eyes. He groaned to himself as he blinked, his vision slowly cleared and sharpened through the soft rain. God this headache is killing me.

He tried to stand up only to notice that his legs weren't listening to him, he looked down at himself to see brown fur with streaks of amber, his heart raced as he moved what he believed was his hand and the paw twitched. Nooo, no absolutely not. How did this happen? Help! Help! Somebody! Derek! Stiles shouted in his mind but the only sounds he heard was a low rumble and woofs that he couldn't believe were coming out of his own mouth or at least his mouth for now. He shivered as the cold seeped into him.

He sighed deeply and a loud whine erupted out of him. This day could not get worse. He slowly worked out how to get up using his new paws and felt something hold his leg, he looked down to see that the witches had tied his hind leg to a tree with a thick rope. They are so dead, if I ever get back to my body, they are going to wish they never met me. Stiles growled to himself. 

He tried to get the rope off but he couldn't summon enough strength, his leg seemed twisted somehow. He hoped that Derek would have gotten his message and at least come to check on him, but as as he saw the sunrise over the horizon through the sprinkling rain, he wondered if he got the message at all. 

Tired and sore, stiles lay down on the wet ground stuck in a fur coat he couldn't take off and for once at a loss of what to do. A hour or two seemed to pass as she sun hid behind the clouds and the rain started getting heavier. Just as he was cursing his luck, he heard the trees rustle and someone running. In a panic, he wondered if it was hunters coming for him, laying down he did the most risky thing he could think of, he howled loudly. Hoping he made the right decision he squashed himself into the dirt, he ears down, praying that someone would come and save him. 

Out of the trees quickly erupted Derek and Peter both with their eyes glowing and scanning the clearing for a threat. Stiles felt his hair stand up as they got closer, his instincts were screaming Predator. He didn't mean the low growl that came from him, but their gaze and their smell made him quiver like a rabbit in front of a fox.

"Is it me or does that wolf smell like a werewolf to you?" Derek asked Peter quietly.  

Peter smirked, "That he does, how interesting." Peter's gaze turned to the rope holding him to the tree. "Looks like someone didn't want him to escape." He said tilting his head at Stiles. Derek's gaze fell on the rope that was holding the wolf to the tree. Stiles took a step back and started backing away slowly, he knew that they wouldn't actually hurt him but they didn't seem to know it was him.

Derek took a few steps towards him, "Hey, hey its okay." He said putting one hand in front of him. "We're not going to hurt you. Where's your pack?" Derek asked flashing his eyes at him. 

Stiles turned his head to the side as he looked at Derek and shook his head at him. Idiot sourwolf.

Peter smirked at the wolf, "I don't think we have to worry about that Derek."

Derek furrowed his brow and glared at Peter, "What are you talking about? We have to find his pack, how many werewolves do you know that would travel to Beacon Hills on their own?"

Stiles huffed and sat down almost rolling his eyes, his actions made Derek frown and Peter grin. 

"I mean Derek, that we have already found his pack." Peter said critically.

"Where? Did you see them?" Derek asked looking around almost expecting someone to jump out at them. 

Peter took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Use your senses Derek, does that wolf seem like a threat?" 

Derek glanced back at the wolf to see it laying on the forest floor covered in mud, its piercing blue eyes the same shade as his when he transforms. Despite it being a stranger on his turf, Derek sensed no danger from him, his inner wolf had not stirred at all, in fact it seemed the opposite, something about the wolf seemed familiar. Derek slowly crouched down beside the animal and looked at it closer. As their eyes met and the wolf huffed and looked away, Derek scowled, "Stiles?"

The wolf turned to him and barked excitedly. Stiles wanted to jump and run, they recognised him, he could go home. Sourwolf does have a brain, I knew it. I knew it.

Peter smirked and leaned against one of the trees, "If you wanted to be a wolf so bad Stiles, you should have just said so."

Stiles growled back at him. 

"Let's go back to the loft, we need to figure out who did this." Derek said through gritted teeth. He picked up Stiles without a word and headed towards the car. Stiles barked as he was picked up. Hey Mr Grabby, just because I'm a wolf now doesn't mean I don't have rights! I will bite!

"Stiles, I swear to god, if you even think of biting me, I will leave you out here for the Hunters to find." Derek threatened as he opened the door and put him into the car. Stiles settled without a word. Derek grabbed his phone as he got in the car, Stiles stiffened as he heard a familiar voice answer. 

"Scott, tell everyone to meet us at the loft now!" Derek ordered without waiting for a response he hung up and quickly began driving.