R I C H • Stiles Stilinski BAMF

F R O S T B I T E

FROSTBITE⎮PROLOGUE

S T I L E S 

I was alone. Perhaps not alone physically, but I truly felt alone. It had been months since the pack had involved me in any of their supernatural businesses, and maybe that was a good thing. I understood that I was human, hell I was the one who was human. I bled when I was cut, scarred when I healed. I got sick if I stayed out in the chilly autumn air, not that it stopped me. I was clumsy, I couldn't hear a bullet coming, or dodge any if they were shot towards me. I was scared of a lot of things, and insecure of even more. I make mistakes, god, I make so many mistakes and I regret them all.

I was human, pathetically and utterly human.

I could drown in this air, suffocate in the chlorinated humidity that rises above the water and no one would realise. The silence never lets up, it was like a constant white noise that stung like frostbite. The darkness that swirled in thick, inkling, tendrils; a bleak reminder of my solitude.

I knew the day I arrived at school that something was wrong. Perhaps it was that I sneezed into my left elbow instead of my right, or that I was using a recently washed sock as a handkerchief. I definitely noticed something was wrong as Scott shoved my shoulder harder than he should have. Even as he sneered, "Pack meeting after school, be there or else-" I should have known something was wrong especially seeing as Scott was threatening me, the moral True Alpha had threatened his best friend. A threat that made me fearful of someone I once thought of as family, a brother.

I ignored it, and felt my face pinch in a look that most would associate with starvation- "Yeah, I'll-I'll be ther-" He never waited long enough for me to finish a sentence nowadays, he simply left to return to the pack. A pack where I clearly did not belong. Sighing I shifted my backpack higher up into the crevice between my neck and shoulder, where I gingerly touched the cut on my neck from where I'd been held at knife point only last week. 

"GIVE ME YOUR DAMN MONEY!"

Weak- I couldn't even fend off a human assailant never mind a werewolf; Scott hadn't even noticed, nevermind Malia or Isaac. I was in pain, both mentally and physically; it didn't matter obviously, not to them.

I locked the door of my jeep, eyes lingering on my friends as they disregarded me for nothing more than a passerby. Hanging my head I entered the school. Only seconds later I was tripped- my hands splayed out, my palms slapping loudly on the lino. I hissed, clutching my wrist as I looked up at the sneering jock with his smug smirk, "Watch it, Stilinski!" I gulped as I stared up at his bulky form, distancing myself as quickly as I could.

"How are you even here, did someone leave your cage open?" Curse my sarcastic genes, I scowled as I stumbled upright. I watched as his body weight lurched with the impending fist which hit my jaw with such force blood pooled into my mouth. Pain erupted from the point of impact as I collided with the lockers with a sharp intake of breath.

With my own two hands I grasped his head in my hands and brought my knee cap up to his nose, there was a blunt crack and I released his dark haired head. Crimson leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted right. He drew his fist back again and it ploughed into my stomach, it was like hitting a train head on. My guts smashed together, blood vessels bursting. I repaid this by punching his jaw, my fist collided with all my 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones.

He staggered, the hands of the crowd shoving him forwards with cries of encouragement, he blindly threw a sloppy kick, which I managed to evade as I leapt into the lockers. "Is that all you got?" I taunted, smirking infuriatingly at him.