Alpha's Power

⇠War Is on the Horizion⇢

~Stiles P.O.V~

A loud buzzing startled Stiles out of his sleep. Lifting his head from his pillow, he glanced at the bright blue light illuminating the nightstand. Untangling himself from the large form next to him, the teenager leaned forward, scooping his phone up, his eyes widening slightly when he noticed the name flashing on his screen. He wasn't sure what possessed him to answer the phone, listening to the heavy breathing on the other end. The human also wasn't sure why he found himself pulling on loose sweatpants and one of Derek's old T-shirts grabbing the werewolf's keys from his jeans pocket and then snuck out of the hotel room. Nerves bubbled in the younger male's stomach as he tightened his grip around the steering wheel. Chewing the inside of his cheek as he drove toward the high school, his leg bouncing restlessly while his mind ran a mile a minute.

Once Stiles parked the car, he scanned the empty parking lot slowly, letting out a shaky sigh as he exited the car. The anxiety that gnawed at the male's chest made the teenager's hands shake uncontrollably. When a hand slapped onto his shoulder, the human screamed, throwing his fist out. A grunt followed by a low growl caused the younger male's blood to freeze; his brown eyes connected with bright red ones, and if Stiles had to be honest, it didn't help relax him. He was used to looking into soft brown or blue eyes that held a mixture of love and fear. Stiles relaxed slightly. "What did you need, Scott? All you demanded was for us to meet." The teenager sighed, running a hand through his hair. Scott glanced around the parking lot, his red eyes slowly shifting back toward their normal dark brown.

Without speaking, the male rummaged through his pockets for a moment, pulling out a slightly crumpled piece of paper and holding it out. Stiles glanced at the paper and then back up at Scott, arching an eyebrow. He took the paper from the other male, breath caught in his throat. You're running out of time, Alpha. Make your choice. Time is ticking. -E. Stiles looked up from the note, studying the other teenager's face for a moment. "Did you see who dropped off the note?" He asked.

Scott shook his head, tightening his small fist at his side. "It was taped to my door when I woke up this morning. The only reason I have it is that my mom thought it was a prank. I had to sit down for an hour and convince her it was just us practicing for a play." He began. The Alpha ran his hands down his face, and Stiles barely noticed the other's shoulders shaking in the low light. "I tried to follow the scent, but all that did was lead me in circles around the reserve," he muttered quietly.

The human inhaled slowly before exhaling, carefully folding the crumpled paper and pocketing it. "I'll ask Derek. He might be able to get a better scent from it and could also help find out where this guy is hiding since he's lived in the reserve longer than any of us," he suggested, extending his hand.

The werewolf stared at the smaller male for a moment, a scowl deep on his face as Scott slowly nodded. "Let me know what he says." He trailed off.

Stiles watched the other male turn to leave, biting his lip. He quickly grabbed the Alpha's wrist. "I'm sure he'd appreciate it if you came down to ask him yourself. Der has been feeling down lately, and it might lift his spirits if his Alpha asked him for a favor." He explained.

Scott froze slightly, squeezing his eyes shut. Minutes passed before the werewolf opened his eyes once more, staring at Stiles for a brief second before shifting his gaze down to his feet. "I know he makes you happy, Stiles, and I'm happy you found someone like I have. But there is too much bad blood between us; I can't trust him yet." He admitted softly.

The human opened his mouth, the words burning at the tip of his tongue. He was too tired to fight anymore; half of him wished his best friend would get his head out of whatever fantasy he was in about the Omega. However, the other half understood. Before Stiles broke down Derek's walls, the werewolf had been aggressive with everyone, keeping them at arm's length. Sighing, the teenager ran a hand through his hair and nodded. "Fine, fine, I won't argue. But if you want my advice, I think you should hear Eris out. More wolves in the pack could mean better protection for the town. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to make new friends, Scott. You know the saying, 'Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer,' Stiles said.

The werewolf remained silent for a moment, picking his nails for a few seconds, and the smaller male could see the tension in his shoulders rising once more. The cogs in the other male's mind were turning at a frantic pace, and Stiles was sure that the older male would explode. "I'll think about it," Scott finally replied with a strained voice.

Stiles smiled softly, "That's all I ask, dude," he said. "I better get back; I didn't tell Derek where I was going; as well, it's almost morning. Derek gets grumpy whenever he doesn't get breakfast." He added, rubbing the back of his head.

Scott snorted, rolling his eyes, a faint smile forming on his face. "Your boyfriend is more of a cat than a dog." He joked.

The teenager threw back his head and laughed. "I'll have to tell him that one!" He exclaimed. They stared at each other for a long moment. The younger male chewed his bottom lip until blood coated his tongue, fighting the urge to lung forward and hug his best friend. Before the smaller male turned and started walking back toward the car, quickly climbing into the driver's seat and heading back toward the hotel.