Shattered Bonds

The Betrayal

The drive to the loft was a blur, Scott's thoughts consumed by the need to protect Stiles and the pack from whatever was coming. The kidnappers weren't just after Stiles-they were after all of them.

As the car pulled up to the loft, Scott wasted no time in getting out. He helped Stiles into the building, the pack following closely behind. The loft was quiet, too quiet for Scott's liking, but he pushed through it. The sound of Stiles' labored breathing was a constant reminder of what they had almost lost.

They settled in, Derek going to check the perimeter while Isaac and Lydia tried to help Stiles. Scott remained by his side, his eyes never leaving his best friend.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Scott asked, his voice still laced with concern. He wiped away the blood trickling down Stiles' forehead, his fingers shaking.

"I'm fine," Stiles said, his voice strained. "Just a little banged up. Nothing I can't handle."

"You're not fine," Lydia snapped, crouching beside him. "You need rest, and you need to heal. We can't keep going like this."

Stiles smirked, though it was weak. "You really know how to make a guy feel special."

Lydia didn't smile back. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration as she examined the damage. "You're lucky they didn't hurt you worse. But don't get too cocky."

Scott's heart ached at the sight of Stiles, so full of life and energy just days ago, now so fragile. His protective instincts flared again. He wanted to lock Stiles away, keep him safe from all the threats lurking out there. But he couldn't. He couldn't wrap Stiles in bubble wrap and pretend everything would be okay. The reality was far darker, far more dangerous.

"We need to talk," Derek's voice interrupted his thoughts. He stood at the door, his expression grim. "They know where we are. They're coming for us."

The room fell silent. Stiles' face paled, and Lydia's eyes widened. Isaac clenched his fists.

"They know?" Isaac asked, his voice low.

"They know," Derek confirmed. "And they won't stop until they get what they want."

Scott's fists tightened at his sides. "Then we'll stop them first."

The pack exchanged uneasy glances. They had already been through so much, and now, it seemed like they were on the brink of losing everything. But they weren't about to give up. Not when Stiles' life was on the line. Not when their family was at risk.

As night fell and the hours dragged on, the pack huddled together, preparing for the inevitable showdown with the kidnappers. They knew their enemies were relentless, that they wouldn't give up easily, but they had something the kidnappers didn't: a bond forged in blood, sweat, and shared struggles. They were stronger together.

But just as they began to strategize their next move, the door to the loft creaked open. A figure stepped inside, and Scott's heart sank. It was one of the Kidnappers, they wore black masks. Slowly the Man lifted his Arm to take of his Mask and infront of them stood

"Jackson," Derek growled, his tone dangerous.

Jackson stood in the doorway, his gaze cold, his expression unreadable. He was no longer the awkward, out-of-place member of the pack. He had changed, and not for the better.

How could one of his own Pack betray them like this ?

"You really think you can stop them?" Jackson said, his voice dripping with venom. "You're nothing. All of you. You don't have a clue who you're dealing with."

Scott's blood boiled. "You sold us out. You sold Stiles out."

Jackson smirked. "I didn't sell anyone out. I made a choice. You all couldn't see it, but I had to. You can't save him. You can't save yourselves."