The Untold Truth

Chapter 11: Where is Stiles... again?

Scott went throughout the school day, missing his best friend. He hadn't visited in a while and for some reason, Stiles just stopped texting him. Scott decided he was going to go visit Stiles after school, he thought about this in English class where he could never focus in, well at least after Jennifer ruined it for him. After school, Scott rode his brand new baby, his dirt bike, to Stiles' house but right before he could step on the porch and knock, the Sheriff opened the door.

"Uh, hey Sheriff. Can I see Stiles?" Scott new why Stiles was home, the whole pack and Lydia new without even having to say it in words. The Sheriff looked tired and worried. "Scott, I was just about to call you. Stiles isn't home." Scott was confused, very confused. "Well, where is he?" The Sheriff have him the 'really?' look. "He went to take a stroll on the trail through the forest. He's missing, Scott! God!" Does Derek have anything to do with this, does Derek know about this, is Derek even alive, Scott thought.

No one had heard from him for about a week but no one really thinks that Derek... feels anything. So, they didn't really bother. It's like these two lovers have separately gotten wiped off the face of the earth. Stiles and Derek had both really been hurt but Derek doesn't know how Stiles is feeling. He thinks all of their relationship was fake. Only if he could see. "Sheriff, go to bed and get some rest. I'll find Stiles and--"

"And, you might actually be right about him being in the forest." Derek came out of no where. Instead of normal, jeans and leather jacket wearing Derek, it was sweatpants and sweatshirt painful Derek. It was sad. Scott put his hand on Derek's shoulder to turn him away from the house and the Sheriff. "Where've you been? How do you know about this?" Scott said with his teeth clenched. "I've been... somewhere. And on entering Beacon Hills, I saw Stiles jump out of his window and run. Now I'm here." Derek was about to turn back to talk to the Sheriff but Scott grabbed him. "Do you know where he went?"

Derek squinted his eyes at Scott. "Did I not just say into the forest? Or am I speaking gibberish?"

"What's your attitude for?"

"You'll probably find out soon." Derek turned around to face the Sheriff who was still worried and confused. "Sheriff, we've got this under control. We'll keep you updated." The Sheriff nodded while watching the two guys dodge a couple of branches and disappear into the forest.

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"Should we call Isaac?" Scott said pulling out his phone. Derek ripped the phone out of Scott's hand and tossed it out of the Camaro's window where it shattered. "Dude! That's the second phone you've broken of mine!" Said Scott angrily at Derek.

"No one can find out what I'm about to show you. You're only coming with me because I'm sure Stiles wouldn't mind his best friend finding out." Derek parked the car opened the door and started to walk. "Wait, finding out about what?" Derek said nothing and continued walking and Scoot hurried to keep up.

"Alright, we need to stay low and make sure we aren't seen by anyone." Derek said stopping, looking into the heir, and smelling the definite sent of the new Stiles. "I know. I can't smell his sent at all either. Ever since Stiles came back from being kidnapped, it's like his sent just disappeared and all I can smell around here is a big cat. A big, big cat." Scott continued walking but Derek just sat back and said, "You have no idea."

They walked deeper into the forest as the smell became stronger. "Oh my god! Why does it smell like a damn cat?" Derek looked down at the ground and chuckled but then he caught himself to remember that he was still mad. Soon after, Derek noticed something in the distance and grabbed Scott to slam him into the ground. "Ow! Dude! Are you bringing me out here to kill or something. God." "Shh. Look, look."

A beautiful, giant leopard had ran across and slowly climbed the rock at the beacon of Beacon Hills. It seemed as if it had changed colors in the light. When it passed through the shade, it resembled a symbolic original leopard. But when in contact with the moon's powerful florescent beam it's resembled a majestic snow leopard. Scott and Derek stared at the creature in awe as it looked agonizingly towards the moon. Suddenly, the giant leopard began to get smaller and began to take the shape of a human. Soon, there was a guy, naked, on the ground. It didn't take much for the two werewolves to notice it was Stiles, weeping so very much. Scott, attempting to get up, stepped on a branch before Derek pulled him back down. When the two boys looked back to Stiles, he was gone. Not a trace left of him. Completely gone.