The Fox and the Wolf

Ch. 1

Present time

Stiles eyed the wolf in front of him warily. It spit and growled, swinging around, trying to get out of the trip wire tied around his ankle, but to no avail. Stiles knew his knots and tricks, and he knew them well.

He cracked his knuckles and slid his knife out of the sheath. The edges were sharp and coated with lemon and salt. He twisted it around in his hand a little before looking up at the struggling creature and sighing. He was tired and all he wanted to do was go home.

"What's your business in Beacon Hills?" he asked, smirking from underneath his red hood. He traced the tip of his knife on the wolfs stomach teasingly, pushing it in a bit when he didn't answer. "I said, what is your business in Beacon Hills?" Stiles repeated himself menacingly. When they didn't talk, oh boy, thats when Stiles got angry.

The wolf growled and bared his teeth at him. He snapped at Stiles' outstretched arm but Stiles retracted it quickly. He tutted at the werewolf. "Now, now. That type of behaviour isn't acceptable. How about you calm yourself down a bit, and then we can talk, hmm? or, should I just cut to the chase?" Stiles grinned viciously, swiping his knife across the wolf's abdomen on the word 'cut', drawing blood. The wolf whimpered and slowly turned back. Finally. He's been here for only five minutes and he's already bored.

The wolf turned into a boy about his age, he had a handsome face, curly hair and dark eyes. His jaw was set strong and his hair falling around him in ringlets. Stiles faintly recognized him as Scott, one of the kids from his old high school that used to bully him.

"Ahh, Scott. I remember you. Do you recognize me?" Stiles pulled back his hood. "It's Stiles, remember? You and your buddies were some of my best friends." He said bitterly. That was a load of bullshit. Scott McCall and his cronies constantly used to shove him up against lockers and taunt him about his dead mother. He was over it, though.

"What are you doing here, Scott?" he asked with false sweetness. "I didn't know you were a," he dropped his voice to a hushed whisper, mockingly looking around in apprehension. "A werewolf..."

"Fuck you." Scott growled and struggled more in his bonds. "Let me go!"

Stiles shrugged. "Nah, I'm having way too much fun here." in one swift motion, he had his bat out and positioned over his shoulder. He hit Scott with such force has was swinging back and forth. The latter let out a loud groan that positively delighted Stiles.

Okay, maybe he wasn't completely over it.

"Gonna give me information now?"

"Over my dead body." the boy spit and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"That can be arranged but for the time being, lets keep this peaceful."

"How is this peaceful? I'm tied up upside down by my ankles being beaten by a baseball bat by a guy in a freaking little red riding hood getup!"

Stiles made a mental note to yell at Allison a bit.

"Let me go! All of my blood is rushing to my head!"

"No." He said firmly, letting out a little sigh afterwards.

Stiles was starting to get irritated. He knew for a fact that Allison was making spaghetti tonight, and he would never miss Allison's spaghetti. "Come on, man. I'm sure we've both got places to get to. Tell me why you're in Beacon Hills and I might consider not killing you."

"Let me go."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll call them. My pack. All of them, and when they come, you'll die."

"I don't believe you want to get killed tonight."

"Try me."

Stiles almost growled at him. He was getting so extraordinarily pissed off that he was almost ready to just slash him in the middle and call it quits. He brought a hand up to his face and dragged it down his cheek. "Seriously, man, all I'm asking for is what you're doing here. God dammit, I'm sure we've both got places to be."

The boy's eyes flashed red before he tilted his head as much as he could to the sky and let out a large howl. The birds from the nearby trees rustled and a quick wind swept through the forest, causing Stiles to shiver and grit his teeth under his hoodie. He grimaced before gutting the boy in the stomach and immediately shutting him up. The wolf let out a loud groan and Stiles almost was going to let him go, this whole thing was turning out to be a waste of time, anyways.

He checked his watch. It was almost nine, and here he was dealing with a stubborn werewolf. Stiles was pretty sure he was going borderline insane. He was seriously regretting that job from Chris Argent now. He just wanted to go home and sleep. He pulled up his hood, making his decision. He would get the hell out of there.

A rustle from the bushes snapped Stiles out of his thoughts and his head immediately turned towards the sound. A man with broad shoulders walked out of the shadows like a freaking vampire. From what Stiles could tell in the dim light, he had a strong set jaw and sharp features. Four more figures stepped out from behind him as well. Stiles squared his shoulders and got his knife at ready. The man in front growled and took a threatening step forward.

"One more step, and say goodbye to your friend Scott here." Stiles said calmly, lifting his knife and re opening the cut he had made earlier. He got a satisfying hiss from the boy dangling and Stiles smirked under his hood.

"Leave before you do something you'll regret." He said in a raspy voice. The moonlight was brighter now and Stiles could make out dark hair, light eyes, bushy eyebrows and some stubble on his chin. All in all, he was pretty damn sexy. Stiles contemplated this for a moment. His trip here was pretty pointless, after all, the only thing he got from it is seeing his school time enemy and a headache.

Making his decision, Stiles stabbed his knife into Scott's stomach and twisted it around, bolting before they even realized what happened and leaving a howling Scott behind.

~*~

Once he got back to the flat that Allison, Lydia and him all shared he immediately threw himself onto the couch, letting out a loud groan. Allison poked her head out from the kitchen. "How'd it go?" she asked cheerfully and Stiles shrugged.

"Just another day." He sighed, leaning his head on the armrest.

Allison stared at Stiles for a little longer. She knew Stiles had been through a ot, his mom dying and being bullied for being gay and all. She wasn't so sure what her father was doing when Chris Argent asked him up for a job, but whatever it had made Stiles happier, sort of. He seemed content with who he was and he knew how to kick ass, that was for sure, but, he was more closed off, not as talkative as he was before. At least he had his ADHD under control.

Allison felt some sort of older sisterly love for him. Stiles had definetly grown on her.