The Fox and the Wolf (Sterek)

Chapter 8

3rd person

Stiles was running through the woods, just to relax, because, you see, today he got in trouble at school. It wouldn't seem like much to someone that didn't have anxiety, but Stiles does and even if just a tiny bit of attention is on him when he is at school he completely freaks out. It feels like there's a weight on his chest, his hands get sweaty, and thoughts like "Their all looking and judging you", and "You look stupid and their all going to laugh" are bouncing around in his head. So he did what any sane were-creature would do! He went for a run and run he did. He ran until he was a long pit of Beacon Hills without even realizing.

Now, he was starting to slow down a bit and noticed that he wasn't were he thought he was. He was lost. Now, he probably could find his way home, but something was pulling to him in the woods and he felt it tug at him. Maybe, just maybe he didn't want to go home just yet.

So Stiles being Stiles decided that he was going to follow it but between you and me I think Damon had his own input about wanting to go see what it was. So, off they went! They followed the tug that was pulling them to the trees.

It finally lead them to a clearing in the middle of the woods. What they or at least what Stiles saw was something he will never forget. He saw a creature with a horse shaped body that was covered in scales with large powerful wings. His face came up into a stage shaped face. His is hooves came down into claws. His backside came down into a long scaled tail with long hair on the end. Lastly his eyes were a bright vibrant violet and his scales a stunning shining black that looked waxed to shine, and lastly his mane, tail, and middle patch of scales that ran down his front and came up to the end of his tail were a bright vivid blue that stood out against his black scales. The only thing that ruined the picture was the red blood that was flowing down its hip from what appeared to be a bullet wound. (Imagine Wings in the mythology they had wings)

As Stiles took another step into the clearing he stepped on a stick sloppy and as the crack sounded in the clearing everything froze. It was silent and the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the creature and Stiles own breathing. Within a few seconds of silents that felt like an eternity the creature swirled it's head and looked at Stiles with one big violet eye.

Stiles uttered one word in the last few seconds of silence that couldn't even have last a mere moment, "A Longma."

The creature snorted and in Stiles head he heard, "Why yes you don't say."

Stiles actually smiled and laughed saying, "Sassy as well. I think we will get along fabulously."

The creature stomped his feet and rolled it eyes. Stiles slowly and carefully made his way to it and softly said, "What's your name handsome?"

The thing snorted again stomping and kicking slight as Stiles got closer. He said in a bitter tone, "At least you got my gender right pitiful human and my name is Zander if you must know."

Stiles moved slowly and carefully forward saying, "Hi, there Zander I'm Stiles and I'm going to help you today. I happen to have a first aid kit here in this bag and we will get you all fixed up."

Stiles made his was to the Longma side and as his hand just barely brushed Zander's scales he bucked. In a tone that left no room to argue Stiles said, "You will hold still if you want to leave and if you want to die then carry along on your way!"

Zander froze and his large eye followed Stiles as his worked. He pulled the kit from his bag and took out the bullet with tweezers and then started to stitch the wound after putting some ointment on it. After doing so he cleaned the blood from Zander's scales and with a smile he said, "All done."

The creature eyes Stiles on more time before bending his front legs down into a bow and saying, "I owe my life, young werefox and for your kind service to me I will stick with you until I have repaid my debt.

Blushed, Stiles replied, "You don't have to do that."

The steed shook his mane and said, "A debt is a debt now come close."

Stiles came close to the powerful creature and had a feeling that they need to rest foreheads. So he did. As he rested his forehead against the scaled creature he felt power swirl around him. Zander said in a powerfully final tone, "I, Zander, Longma of the Free Wild Clan make an oath to to hold until it is repaid. I swear on my Clan and on the powers of earth, wind, water, and fire that I will travel by Mieczyslaw Stilinski of the McCall Hale pack's side until the day I die or my debt is repaid. For this I bond us together."

They both felt a burning in there upper arm/ shoulder area, but as quick as it started it stopped. Stiles looked on Zander's side and saw a fox and dragon intertwined into a circle with a rose in the middle. It was a symbol of their deal. Stiles pulled up his own sleeve to see that he had the same tattoo.

Stiles smiled and looked up at Zander who was standing tall and giving Stiles an unimpressed look but at the same time had a smug grin on his face that show he was actually proud even if he wanted to hide it.

Zander then said, "Now, to go home."

Stiles smiled sheepishly at him and said, "About that I'm kinda lost."

Zander looked even more unimpressed and said to the boy in a bored tone, "Get on my back. I can follow your scent home."

Stiles was shocked and squealed, "Really."

Giving Stiles a look. Zander replied, "Yes." In a bored tone.

Stiles squealed again before climbing up into Zander's back careful to avoid hurting Zander's wings. As soon as he was on his back and had his arms safely around Zander's neck. He took off at a pace that was close to the speed of light. His wings began to flap as he took off the ground and flew. A deep hearty laugh echoed in Zander's chest as he felt as free as one could be.

As the landed they landed in Stiles back yard. It was already dark and they both were very tired. For Stiles it was the school, the long run were he ended up in another state, and the bond. For Zander it was the run from the hunters that lead him away from his clan and the wound he sustained along with creating the bond with Stiles. Zander had the ability to take form as the tattoo on Stiles arm so that's what he did. And as Stiles sleepy told his dad goodnight and headed upstairs to crash in his bed the last thought that went through his mind was, "Shit I forgot my homework."