The Evolved

Rise

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Stiles stood at an oversized kitchen sink staring out into an opened window. She had been washing the same dish for a full five minutes lost in thought. She received a text on her burner phone form Malia that was suspicious. Malia, as far as she knew, didn't know Stiles had left Beacon Hills. She didn't tell Malia for the sole purpose that Malia would have told Derek, and she didn't want that. So why would Malia text her asking where her location was? Did she now know that she wasn't in Beacon Hills anymore? Did Derek know that she sacrificed herself to save his life? She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts and dropped the blue plate into the suds. After finishing the dishes and wiping down all the counters and making sure the kitchen was spotless, the way Deucalion liked it, she stepped out onto the creaky old porch where they were staying.

The dingy cabin was huge and lifeless. It sat in the middle of nowhere Arizona. She honestly didn't know how he had managed to get this cabin way out here because there wasn't another home for miles and miles. But Deucalion was a force to be recon with and she's sure he had to pay someone off. She sat on the front step looking out at the night sky. The moon would be full in a few days and she always felt a emptiness when the moon was close to being full. The door opened and a girl her age popped her head out to announce she was heading to bed and she'd see her in the morning. Stiles nodded to the girl and said her goodnights. She closed her eyes and wondered what Scott or Lydia was up to right this second. That was really the only way Stiles could keep going, was to pretend that tomorrow she'd get to see her pack. She tried not to think to much of them, it only made it harder.

Standing to her feet and brushing off the dirt from her jeans she headed inside. While Deucalion didn't force her to marry him like she thought he was going to, he did make it known she would step in as his mate. He constantly reminded her that if she didn't obey, Derek would die. It scared her to her core because she knows that's a promise he would keep. She strolled in to the tiny restroom and turned on the shower, shedding her clothes. She stepped into the hot stream and let it run over her body, loosening her tight muscles, she moaned at the relief. She had been training to fight with one of Deucalion's betas. He said she needed to know how to hold her own now that she was his emissary and would need it. The work she was doing was paying off, she had become lean, strong and had muscle in places she didn't before. She worked day in and out to gain the trust of the people around her. A wolf in a hen house, she always thought.

She was soaping up her body when a pair of hands wrapped around her stomach, and slid up and down her torso.

'' May I join you?'' Deucalion muttered in her ear. She held back the urge to roll her eyes but turned around to face him and linked her arms around his neck. She smirked up with him in a flirtatious way.

''Do you even have to ask?'' She purred. She had to give herself credit, she was a pretty kickass actress, for not acting out like she usually would.

''No, but I was trying to be polite. I have some business I need to attend to in the morning and I thought you guys could take a day off training and Trent could take you guys to town'' He said ''I know you were eyeing that bookstore.''

''I'd love that.'' She stated. Trent was one of his betas, he wasn't a full alpha pack anymore. Trent was a mountain of a man who had been hired to train, as Deucalion put it, his girls. '' You know, I think I might get a new cook book. Maybe a polish one or Italian. I've been it such a cooking mood.'' She rambled.

''Anyways, Trent will take you girls into town so it will be late when i get back tomorrow evening. Have dinner ready. You can use your new cookbook'' He snorted. Stiles giggled and turned to grab the soap bottle to hide her eye roll.

'' I wasn't finished talking to you!'' He replied. She learned how to work around his moods and his little temper tantrums. He was in a mood today it seemed. He snapped at his little workers all day and told Stiles her pot roast tasted like something out of a cat food can.

''I'm sorry. I figured you were done yapping.'' She snapped back before she could push down her irritation. He looked at her with raised eyebrows and before she knew it he slapped her with the back of his hand. Her back collided with the shower wall with a thud and she held her eye that had been struck.

'' You guys will obey Trent tomorrow. No funny business do you understand me?'' He demanded. '' I'll see you in the bedroom.''

She nodded her understanding and he climbed out of the shower. When she heard the door shut she peeped out to make sure he was gone before sliding down the wall and finally letting a few tears drop. She wanted to go home. She wanted to see Scott pull up in her jeep and take her home. She decided right then and there she was going to get out. She would find a way to leave and to make sure Derek would remain safe. He would never have to know about this. She got to her feet and turned off the water. Stepping out on sore legs she wiped the steam from the mirror and came face to face with a busted lip and black eye. Funny, she thought, she didn't even feel her lip bust. She finished drying off and yanked a brush threw her long hair. She kept brushing and brushing but it seemed like the knots wouldn't come undone. She let out a sigh in frustration and threw the brush in the sink. She smiled and grabbed a pair or scissors from the vanity and started chopping away.

Stiles strolled on shaky legs into the dark bedroom and slid under the warm blankets. She rolled to her side and he snakes his arm around her middle again and pulled her to his chest. She pushed down her disgust and snuggles closer. He kissed her shoulder and moved to her neck. He whispered a goodnight and rolled over. She let one last tear fall before pulling herself together and turning on her back. No, this wasn't her. This wasn't the Stiles her father raised. She was strong and smart. She would figure a way to get her and her friend out, but she had to act while she knew Deucalion would be away. Tomorrow she promised. Tomorrow she would make her move.

The next morning she dressed in skinny jeans and a red Henley. She looked in the mirror at her new hair, which was choppy and just above her shoulders. She felt more like herself then she had in a while. She strolled into the kitchen and said hello to her only real friend here and gave a nod to Trent who was downing a protein shake. Her friend looked up at her then and gasped.

''Stiles..are you okay?'' She said, eyes full of worry. '' Your hair?''

''Better then ever'' She replied, smiling. Trent gave her a funny look and told the girls they would be leaving in ten minutes so be ready. Her friend jumped up and pushed her long black hair out of her face. Grabbing Stiles by the wrist she pulled her over by the sink turning the faucet on so Trent wouldn't hear them.

''Really? You're okay?'' The girl asked.

'' Look, I'm getting us out of here. Soon, so be ready.'' The girl bit her lip and nodded to Stiles. '' Or do you not want to come?'' Stiles asked.

''No I want to. I just don't want anything to happen to my dad'' The girl answered.

''I wont let anything happen to your dad, i'll make sure my pack protects him as well.'' Stiles assured. The girl nodded and smiled.

''Listen, you have to help me out here. I have a burner phone and today when we go into town I'm calling my alpha and telling him where we are.'' Stiles stated.

''If you have had a burner phone this whole time why not tell him sooner?'' The girl questioned.

''Because I'm protecting someone also.'' Stiles whispered.

***

They went to the local bookstore and Stiles and her friend strolled the isles and had put several books in the basket Trent was forced to carry for them.

''You know what, I think I do want that cook book. Trent, be a doll and go back and get it for me'' Stiles said, batting her eyelashes. Trent rolled his eyes but turned around to go fetch the book. Stiles whirled around to her friend.

''Punch me in the nose'' She demanded. The girl looked at her like she had lost her mind.

''I'm not goi-'' Stiles cut her off with a snap of her fingers. ''You have to. I have to have a reason to go off by myself. Something that will take a while in the restroom without raising any questions'' She said. ''Do it!''

The girl raised her fist and paused, before colliding it with Stiles nose. Stiles stifled a yell and told her friend to stay put.