Running With The Wolves (A Teen Wolf Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5 - Big Shot of The Streets

"Mom, it's time to leave to go to the Stilinski's are you ready?" Cole called out to his mother who was in the bathroom.

"Give me a damn minute!" Her angry voice shouted. Cole looked at Lily whose eyebrows were raised.

"Why don't you get into the car?" Cole smiled at Lily; she nodded and walked outside. Cole walked toward the bathroom and put his ear to the door. All he could hear was long hard sniff after long hard sniff. "What the hell are you doing? You're actually sniffing coke right before we go to the sheriff's house?" Cole shouted at his mother. His mother slammed open the door and Cole took a step back. His mom quickly pulled back her hand and back handed him across his bruised face.

"What the sheriff doesn't know won't hurt anybody," She glared at him and walked right passed him out the front door of the trailer. Cole grabbed his face and followed her outside. He got into the driver's seat of his truck and made his way to Stiles' house. He pulled into the drive way where Stiles was waiting outside waving. Cole looked at his faced in the mirror and cringed.

"I'll meet you guys inside," He said as they got out of the car. Once they got into the house he grabbed the makeup he stole from his mom and used it to cover the bruises on his face. There wasn't much he could do about the cut on his eyebrow though. He walked into the house and said his hellos and they all sat at the table.

"So Cole, I hear you're looking for a job." The sheriff said shoving a fork full of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"Yeah I am. Do you think you could get me one?" Cole asked.

"I'm sure I can figure out something we'll figure out details later," Sheriff smiled.

"Thank you so much," Cole exclaimed and Stile's father nodded as their house phone rang.

"I'll get it," Stiles offered and excused himself from the dinner table. Cole looked over at his mom who kept scratching the skin off her wrists and Cole rolled his eyes. Stiles ran back into the dining room. "Me and Cole have to leave right now it's an emergency," Stiles exclaimed giving his father a look. Sheriff realized what the look was for and nodded.

"Okay just don't be too late," He replied and Cole got out of his chair. Both boys ran out of the house and into Stiles' car.

"What's going on?" Cole asked.

"Isaac and Scott's mom were taken," Stiles said pulling out of the drive way fiercely.

"What do you mean they were taken? Who just gets taken from their home?" Cole asked in shock.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills," Stiles said and drove to Scott's house. They pulled into the driveway and quickly got out of the car. "Scott?" Stiles called as he ran into Scott's house.

"We're over here," Scott called. They walked in to the room where Scott was sitting with another man who looked way too old to be in high school.

"Cole this is Derek Hale," Stiles introduced and Cole stuck out his hand as Derek shook it. Cole knew the name Hale, from the Hale house fire. He heard about it in the news when he used to live in Beacon Hills. He also heard only two or three out of the entire family made it out alive.

"So what happened?" Cole asked.

"I came home and the door was wide open and there was a note on my kitchen table," Scott replied and passed the note to Cole.



The note read:

Dear Scott the True Alpha,

Sorry that it had to come to this but I only took them for you. Come find me.

Your old pal



"They signed it blank," Stiles pointed out and Derek rolled his eyes.

"No way, that is so ridiculous that a kidnapper didn't leave a clue of who he was!" Derek exclaimed sarcastically and Stiles shot him a look but it didn't seem to faze Derek.

"What's a true alpha?" Cole asked. Then Stiles' eyes widened.

"Alpha," Stiles repeated ignoring the question. "Who wants to be the alpha more than anyone?"

"Derek," Scott mumbled and Derek glared at him.

"No, even more." Stiles replied. Derek and Scott thought about it for a little bit and seemed to clue in at the same time as they looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Peter!" They both shouted.

"Uh hello, yeah, what's a true alpha?" Cole asked again but was still ignored. "Who's Peter? Jeez you miss a lot when you move away for like 5 years."

"Stiles take Cole to the coffee shop by the school and we'll get Lydia and see what she can do to help," Scott ordered. Stiles nodded and grabbed Cole's arm and brought him outside.

"What is a true alpha? Who is Peter and why can Lydia help us find him?" Cole repeated his two previous questions and added a third. Stiles began to explain everything about the super natural: Werewolves, Banshees, Kanimas, Darachs, Druids and Emissaries. "What no vampires?" Cole joked.

"Vampires are just silly," Stiles replied with a laugh pulling into the coffee shop parking lot. The boys got out of the car and walked into the shop. Cole sat at an empty table while Stiles ordered himself a drink. When he got it he walked to the table Cole was at and sat down. "So while we are here tell me about Toronto," Stiles said blowing cool air from his mouth onto his hot drink.

"Well... I got into a lot of messed up stuff," Cole admitted as he began to scoot closer to Stiles while reaching into his pocket so swiftly and pulled out his wallet without him noticing.

"Like what?" Stiles asked.

"Like this," Cole laughed as he threw Stiles' wallet onto the table. "This is the fine art of pick-pocketing."

"When did you do that?" Stiles asked in shock.

"Literally five seconds ago. I was pretty bad, never did drugs though. I would walk around subways with little nail scissors in the palm of my hand and just as the door would open I would cut a purse off someone's shoulder and run. Or even when I walked in the streets I would do what I just did to you there. Stick ups too, I've never done one but I've seen so many of them it's ridiculous. I know everything there is to know about them," Cole explained. Stiles just looked at him. "I had to make money somehow. I don't do it anymore."

"Good," Stiles said as he shook his head. Cole looked at the door where there was a tall white man with a grey sweater and his hood up. His hand was inside the sweater opening.

"Oh no," Cole rolled his eyes. The man locked the door and turned the open sign closed.

"Everyone get down!" The man shouted holding out the gun toward everyone. Cole looked into the man's eyes and knew he wouldn't hurt a fly. Stiles quickly hid under the table but Cole actually stood up.

"Cole what are you doing?" Stiles whispered.

"I've got this," Cole whispered back.

"I said get down!" The man shouted as he pointed the gun at Cole but he wasn't the least bit scared and kept walking towards the man. "I'll shoot!" He shouted again but Cole kept walked. Then Cole clapped his hands together really hard.

"Bang!" Cole shouted. "If you were going to shoot me you would have done it right then."

"I will shoot!" He shouted again but Cole kept walking with a smirk on his face.

"Bang!" He shouted and clapped his hands again as he was standing right in front of him. "Don't try and fool me. I grew up with these things as soon as you walked in here I could tell you wouldn't do a thing," Cole taunted him. Then Cole took another step closer and leaned into him and reached into his pocket as he did to Stiles. "This is probably your first time doing this ever right?" Cole said as he successfully pulled the wallet out and put it behind his back as he took a step back. "You know how else I know you're not a 'thug?'" Cole asked sarcastically.

"I am a thug," He said seriously.

"Really?" Cole asked. "If you were a 'thug' you would have known I was taking this," Cole said pulling out the wallet. He then pulled out the ID. "'William Jefferson' so now that I know your name I suggest you get the hell out of here before you hurt yourself," Cole smirked handing him back the wallet and he did as told and ran out of the coffee shop just as Derek and Scott walked in with Lydia.