Unleashing the Beast Within // Stiles Stilinski

--Chapter Four--

Word Count: 1696  

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Stiles jumped up from his spot on the pole and flew straight down the circular stairwell. His wings laid flat against his tense body as he pierced through the thin air. The pack followed him down, some riding the rails and the others sprinting down the stairs.

Derek was the first to reach the bottom of the stairs, but Stiles had already left the building. Stiles flew as far as he could in his tiny form. Although he didn't get far away, he made it to the woods where he would be able to transform into a larger size making it easier for him to escape. If he were to shift back into his human self, the others would track him back to the woods and find him standing there, nude. Which wouldn't be very good for anyone involved.

Lydia and Chris scrambled to a car and sped off towards the woods, following the werewolves. They almost crashed a few times, but once they had reached the road that led to the woods, they floored the gas pedal, escalating their speed even more. Now they were driving faster than some of the werewolves were running.

Once hidden fairly well, deep in the woods, Stiles started transforming into his medium size. Even though it was small to him, he was the size of a very tall human. He stood around three metres tall, his body was as long as a limousine and around a metre or two wide.

The transformation was complete and suddenly Stiles was a fairly large dragon. In the distance, he heard the howls of the wolf pack, signalling to each other where they were. Luckily, this also helped Stiles to figure out how far away from him each member was. They were all at least a couple hundred metres away, but the closest ones were Derek, Isaac and Scott. Although all wolves were gaining on him, they were the ones who would most likely reach him first.

Stiles could smell Derek's wolf scent not too far away from him. Derek had a much stronger scent than the other werewolves as he was currently in his wolf form. Stiles started to run the opposite way, the leaves under his feet crushing and flying about. He started off slowly, but as he built up speed he started to rush past the trees, the leaves on the ground making a trail behind him.

Once Stiles was running around 100 kilometres per hour, his wings began to slowly move up and down. He continued sprinting, letting his wings beat harder and harder against the thick air. Up ahead, Stiles could see the edge of a cliff approaching in the darkness. The moon shone down, highlighting a path he should take; right off the edge of the cliff.

Howls emitted from not too far behind him, eliciting panic in the young dragon. He couldn't just jump off the edge of a cliff to his death! That would be insane. He had to slow down his sprinting as the edge neared closer. Skidding to a halt, Stiles narrowly narrowly missed a tree as his wings spread out to help lessen the time he was skidding. His feet dug deep into the ground and he leaned back, wings extended.

Finally, he came to a stop, about a metre from the edge of the cliff. The wind edged him forward, but he stayed as still as he could, his large, feathered wings slightly swaying in the breeze. Stiles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in as he got up and turned around, only to be faced with snarling werewolf faces. Derek was stood out the front of the group, hackles raised and growling intensely.

"Who are you?" Scott growled through gritted teeth, his glowing red eyes staring deep into Stiles' vibrant purple ones.

Malia and Kira stood next to each other, along with Ethan and Aiden standing behind them. Because Stiles was a dragon, his sight allowed him to see everyone like how a werewolf would see people using their 'special werewolf' vision. Kira was surrounded by her fox aura as Ethan and Aiden had conjoined into one giant werewolf; which always freaked Stiles out, but he never told them as he didn't want to become their dinner.