Searching For You (TW/TMR Fusion)

Chapter 11

It'd been two months.

Two months since the Sheriff had received the phone call that almost destroyed him. Two months since his son, Stiles, had gone missing.

It had been two very long and tiring months, filled with despair and increasing hopelessness and the only reason the Sheriff had pulled through was due to his stubborn nature and utter determination to bring his son home.

Officers from the Beacon Hills' police station and also from the neighbouring towns, on hearing about the kidnapping, had volunteered to help in the search of the missing teen. Not because they were obligated to, but because the Sheriff was respected and loved and his son even more so since an officer had caught him threatening another for talking shit about his dad.

But no matter how much manpower was employed, they hadn't found anything.

It had been a month since the pack, excluding Derek Hale, had come to him.

It had been a month since he wasn't drowning in silence everytime he was house (it's not home without Stiles oh son where are you just hold on please). A month since any member of the pack kept dropping in to check up on him every day.

Lydia and Allison made sure that the house was always stocked with food. Scott had thrown away all the liquor bottles after that one night he had come to the Stilinski residence and found a drunk father, filled with fear that he was going to lose his only son, just like he lost his wife.

Allison had dropped by one day, while the rest of the pack were also present, with her father right behind her.

"I'll pass the message around the hunters to keep an eye out for your son," Chris Argent had said, reassuringly. "We'll find him, Sheriff."

The werewolves had gone to the crime scene, trying to see if they could catch Stiles' scent. They had. But when they followed it, it appeared to have dropped off in the middle of the road. Also, they couldn't identify any individual scents as a lot of people had been in that motel room and any trace of the kidnapper's scent was long gone.

"We could ask other werewolf packs, right?" Erica asked, her eyes tired and reflecting her worry.

It seemed like every day that passes by without any news about Stiles only added to the weight on every one of their shoulders and darkened the circles under their eyes.

"We can't," Scott said, ruefully. "That was one of the things Derek told us first."

Isaac nodded.

"One werewolf pack cannot approach another without the knowledge and the consent of the Alpha. Any talks between the two packs will require both the Alphas. And though I don't like it, Derek's the only Alpha we got right now."

The others grimaced. None of them were happy with Derek. He was still their Alpha with the exception of Isaac. Isaac's wolf had utterly rejected the pack bond between them. But he wasn't an omega either since, he could feel the pack bonds to the others, a new one blossoming between him and Papa Stilinski, and a strong yet tenuous bond to Stiles, his real Alpha. That was how he knew that Stiles was still alive, still fighting.

And that was the only thing that gave them hope to soldier on despite the odds stacked against them.

"But, maybe we-" Isaac cut off, chest rumbling with an uncharacteristic growl.

"What is it?" The Sheriff sat up, focussing intently on his facial expression.

The other wolves tilted their heads, listening to something only they could hear. Allison and Lydia exchanged glances.