Save me Sourwolf

3. I was so weak

Stiles' point of view

I don't know how long I have been here, all I knew was that I have been kidnapped for way too long. I was so hungry and tired, so hurt. They didn't give me much food and I was sure I had lost weight. And I was pretty skinny before, so now my weight was so much lower than it should have been. They hit me all the time, sometimes made cuts to my legs with knives.

I had already lost hope. They didn't find me yet, how could they anymore? Nobody could find me, not Scott, not Isaac...Not even Derek. My Derek, sourwolf, which I missed so deeply. All I wanted was to hug him, to tell him I loved him. For one last time.

I was too weak. I would last from day to three before it would all be over. I was, to be honest, relieved, the pain would finally stop, I wouldn't have to suffer anymore. But still, I would rather wait and suffer than to die and never see my pack again. I couldn't die now, I still hadn't told Derek how I felt about him. I wanted him to know, I didn't want to die before I made sure that he knew that he was loved. I needed to tell him, even if he would kill me himself.

I wanted to tell everyone I loved them. How could my poor dad survive by himself? I was sure that Melissa and Scott would take care of him, but he had already lost his wife, and now his son too. 

Maybe they already thought I was dead. Maybe they stopped looking.

Derek's point of view

Stiles has been kidnapped for almost a month, and I haven't stopped looking for him ever since. The pack has started to notice that I'm the most worried of us. Scott is pretty scared and anxious, but he has been spending much time with Isaac, so he hasn't gotten to be useful at all. I think Scott and Isaac might be mates, but they probably haven't noticed it yet.

I asked Chris Argent about hunters in the town, and I actually got a name: Alaric Saltzman. I did some research about him and found a place which belonged to him. I didn't even bother to dial Scott or Isaac, so I just went by myself. If he was just on his own, it would take me much power to rip his throat.

I got to the house and opened the door. It wasn't even locked, so I knew that Alaric didn't expect that I would find them. I didn't care if someone would notice me, the only thing that mattered to me was Stiles, and to get him to safety.

And there, Alaric stood, a gun in his hands. The gun pointed at me. I didn't get scared, I was too angry. So, as I already promised, I ripped his throat...with my teeth.

I smelled my mate's scent and ran to the door the smell came from. It was locked, but wooden, so I just smashed it to pieces. And then, I noticed something I could never get out of my head. My beautiful Stiles, lying on the floor. He was so small, just like if he hadn't eaten at all. He didn't move at all, just lied there still, not letting out a sound at all. I was too late.