Leverage

Nightmare

A/N: Ok, so because I love you all and because the last chapter was so short, I've decided I'm posting one more chapter today! This is also my longest one yet so I hope you enjoy. :) Also, next chapter will be posted tomorrow morning! Can't wait!

The breeze hits my face as I walk through the woods. I'm not sure how I got here but I'm just glad I'm not in my dark, little room anymore and somehow I managed to escape the Alpha pack.

I look around, trying to figure out where it is exactly that I am but everything looks the same. Just trees and leaves and more trees. Everywhere.

I hear a twig snap from behind me and I twist my head around so fast to see what did it that I almost pull a muscle.

I don't see anything there though. I continue to walk. This time, my pace a little quicker than it was before. There may not have been anything there but I still sense it. A sort of presence following me.

Fear sprouts within me. What if I didn't get away? What if it's one of them coming after me? To take me back. I don't want to go back.

Snickering from behind me sent my body into a panic that made me move faster. I'm jogging now as I urge myself to get away but it just gets louder and louder. I start to run, but I know I'm not near as fast as I need to be.

I make a turn around a big tree to get away when I suddenly find myself in an alley way. What happened to the forest? To the daylight? It must be the middle of the night right now.

I dismiss the strange change in scenery and keep going. The snickering has stopped but I can still feel the presence bearing down on me. It constricts my chest so much that I start to panic. I can't breathe.

My lungs are on fire, begging for air but I can't give them what they want. I stop in the middle of the alley, dropping to my knees and clutch my chest. Panic attack.

It can't be. It's happening out of no where with no real cause. That never happens. Not like this.

Footsteps at the end of the alleyway make me look up. There is a figure there, walking towards me. I can't see who it is but I don't need to. Deep down. I know. I know it's Aiden.

I look behind me to see Kali. They found me. They found me and there isn't anywhere else I can run. Now. Now I have a reason to panic.

I close my eyes and try to calm myself down but with every step I hear them take, the more weight I feel press onto my chest. Tears build up in my eyes and fall down my face but I don't care. I know I look weak right now but I don't care. I just want to get away. Be safe. Be home.

The foot steps stop and the pressure crushing down on me disappears. Waves of air relieve my body as I gasp for breathe.

I open my eyes to see myself in my house. I'm downstairs on the living room floor and the two Alpha's are no where to be seen.

I stand up, still not feeling too certain that I am indeed safe yet. I turn to walk upstairs when I hear a gurgling cough coming from the kitchen. If it wasn't for my curiosity, I probably wouldn't have the courage to go see what made such a noise.

I take a step in, glancing around, when I see a set of feet protruding from behind the table. I pause, dread washing through me.

Please don't be him. Please don't be him. Be anyone but him.

I repeat that to myself over and over again in my head until I slowly make my way around the table just to find the very last thing in this world I would ever want to see.

My father.

He's coughing up blood, deep gashes visible through his uniform. I run to his side and take him into my arms.

"Dad!" I exclaim. He doesn't seem to hear me or take much notice to me at all. "Dad!" I yell.

He lays there, in my arms, clutching at the familiar gashes on his body. A werewolf had to have done this. There was no other explanation.

As if on queue, two figures walk into the kitchen and stop just in view of me. The same two from the alleyway. I could see blood on their claws, dripping onto the floor. My father's blood.

I look up at them as I hold him tighter in my arms. "Why?" is all I can manage to mutter as tears stream down my face. I can feel him taking his last few breathes. It's too late for him.

"You shouldn't have left, Stiles." They say in unison.

I tilt my head back down and stare at him. Grief flooding through me as I realize he isn't breathing anymore. He's gone. The only family I have....had....left in this world. Is gone.

I feel two pairs of hands grab my arms and start to pull me away from him, but I don't want to leave him. I can't. "NO!" I yell as I kick and thrash in their grip. "Leave me!"

They ignore my pleas and continue to drag me away.

"You can't just leave him there!" I sob. "Dad!"