Starting Over (Newtmas)

Chapter 1

Scott slashed out at the werewolf attacking him. The thing is, this guy didn't seem like just a werewolf. His claws were glowing blue. And they were more like talons.

The mystery monster grabbed Scott by his neck and lifted him up before diving his talons into Scott's stomach. Scott felt like he was being drained. Then like a switch the sensation was gone. He stood up slowly and grabbed the guys arm before twisting it. Efficiently breaking the bone. Then as the guy howled in pain he grabbed the talons and pulled them out.

"I don't know who you are, or what you thought you were gonna do. But I'll give you a choice. You can stay and I'll break something else, or you can run." The alpha all but growled at the monster in front of him.

"I'd run." That voice. Scott knew that voice. It had changed over the past few months. It was more rough and a little deeper, but it was still recognizable. It was Stiles. It had to be. Scott's head shot up to see his best friend, alive, standing in the rain in front of him.

The previous threat made a whimpering noise reminding him of the problem at hand. The guy clutched his arm and ran off.

Stiles walked down the stairs. For the first time Scott noticed the other 3 companions with him. One was a girl with long black hair and burning blue eyes. The second looked to be an Asian with hair that looked like it was his main priority. The third one was lanky and had dirty blonde hair. The part that surprised Scott the most was that Stiles and the blonde were holding hands.

They finally reached Scott, who realized his pack was all gathered behind him and a guy who had shown up in the middle of the fight to help was standing to the side shifting awkwardly like he didn't know what to do.

"Hi, my names Thomas." Scott was bewildered. Why did Stiles just introduced himself as Thomas? Why was he introducing himself at all? "These are my friends, Teresa," The girl with bright blue eyes, "Minho," The Asian with the fabulous hair, "and Newt." The blonde boy still holding Stiles's hand.

Stiles must have noticed the look on everyone's faces. "What? Is there something on my face? Newt did you write "Property of Newt" on my forehead again while I was sleeping? I swear to god if you did I'm gonna, gonna, well I don't know what I'm gonna do yet but I'll figure something out." Stiles or Thomas or whatever he was being called now, asked the blonde sounding a tiny bit irritated when accusing the boy. Scott could've sworn he heard the Asian mumble, "Hopefully cut him off for a week so we don't have to hear them doing it till the early hours of the morning." Before being elbowed in the gut by the girl.

"I swear, Tommy, haven't done that since 3 towns over." The blonde, Newt, defended himself holding his hands in the air in a surrender motion. The boy had a British accent.

"S-Stiles?" Scott asked quietly. Hoping maybe the boy would still respond to it.

Instead all 4 of them looked behind them to see if there was someone behind them that the alpha could be talking to.

"What's a Stiles?" Thomas asked confused. All hope drained from the alpha.

"That's you!" Malia snapped from the back. "Why are you calling yourself Thomas? Where have you been these past few months? Who is he?" She made her way to the front as she questioned angrily. She took a few steps ahead of Scott and Stiles's group pulled out what looked like spears and pointed them straight at her.

"Be careful. We were trained to attack creatures like you if needed." The Asian, Minho, snarled.

"We don't want to have to start anything. We only came here because, Tom, here had a hunch this is where we should be. Then, we heard a fight going on and came to help but it seemed you had it under control." The girl, Teresa, explained.