Winchester

CHAPTER ONE

"We're done."

"What?"

"I'm done saving your ass all the time," Scott hissed. He crossed his tanned, muscled arms. "The pack is tired of saving you all the time."

I know it's a low blow, but I've been faking being weak this entire time. It's the only way for the pack not to figure out about what I actually do in my spare time. Save people, hunt monsters - the family business. The town residents - except my stepdad - thought I was just a weak, clumsy human.

Everything is a lie. I have muscles, so I'm not weak, and I faked being clumsy. I even lied about being afraid of needles. If I was afraid of them, I wouldn't have an anti-possession tattoo on my chest, which the pack also didn't notice.

"Are you serious?" I asked dryly, cocking an eyebrow.

If I'm being honest, I stopped caring a long time ago. Scott and the pack have been pretty distant lately, but I still had to act like the weak human nicknamed Stiles.

'Stiles' isn't my real name. The thing is, my biological dad didn't even know that I existed until four years ago. It didn't take me that long to find out about his secret life.

As soon as I found out, I demanded to be trained, and to hunt with him and his brother - my uncle - every once and a while. Obviously, it took them some time to agree, but they eventually did. And it's funny, because the moment my dad and uncle met me, they became insanely protective.

Finding out about my dad was a blessing in disguise. I loved being important to someone, and they made me feel that way. I know my stepdad, Noah, loves me, but he's been more distant lately, just like the pack.

"You are the only human in the pack. You can't even protect yourself, let alone the rest of the pack." Scott shook his head. "We don't need you, we never did."

I stood still for a few seconds, pretending to mull it over. "Whatever."

At his surprised face, I shook my head in disappointment and left his house.

As soon as I got home, I began packing my belongings into a duffel bag. I made the decision to stay with my dad and uncle. No more Beacon Hills for me, it seems.