Young and Beautiful

Ch.4:The Wolf

Stiles thought staying at the hospital might help his new mind set, and it actual worked. No more terrifying nightmares, just bad dreams. His dad checks on him and Lana almost everyday. One day he came in with Stiles sleeping, he turned to Melisa and asked, "so he is always here with her." "Always, we can't ever get him to leave when we need him to." Just after Melisa spoke Stiles lips puckered and muttered, "You're dirty...", then he went back to snoring.

The adults talked as Stiles slept, but then a nightmare got through Lana's protection. He yelled and thrashed; his dad rushed in and held his son, wiping his tears away. "I'm sorry pops..." Stiles muttered.  

Lana was still in a coma, even six months later. Stiles was hanging to his sanity by a thread; for her. She wants to wake up so bad and be there for him, but she can't. Her brain yells at her fingers to twitch or her eyes to slowly open, but they don't respond. Stiles is still on the hunt for the wolf that hurt his Princess. He is ruthless and shows no mercy to any wolf he crosses. Lydia is afraid that Stiles might go after Jackson, but he's in London. He couldn't even make it to Beacon Hills. Derek is protective of Peter and doesn't go anywhere without him. "That Hale bond..." Stiles mutters under his breath sometimes.

A year and nothing has changed, except for Stiles rampage. He has narrowed it down to Peter or Jackson. Lydia yells and cries at him that's not Jackson, and Scott being an alpha, would know if he was in Beacon Hills. Stiles is always getting near Peter, trying to make him snap. He leaves wolfsbane and other toxins around for waiting werewolves.

"STILES ENOUGH!!" Scott yelled at him, "I am done with you leaving toxins that could kills us, I thought i could help you cope with this, but dude your killing the people who will help." Scott left on that note from the hospital and rode her motorcycle home.

Lana that night was still the same, but her mind was chaning. Her brain was starting to get signals through. Her fingers moved in Stiles's hand! "Lana..." Stiles said with tears in his eyes. How could he have been doing that to his best friends, his pack. "Lana open your eyes......please, I need to see your eyes." Lana's body final obyed and hour later. Her eyes slowly opened with printed fear, the last look her eyes took. "Blue and dark, it was black and big." She said sobbing; Stiles comforted her and then broke away going out in the door way  yelling, "MELISA MELISA MCCALL!" She came running in and she gasped, amazed this girl was even alive.

Lana was still scared and her body was always shaking. Stiles was guled even more to her side, if it was possible, and always tried to get her to explain. "T-the t-t-ting was on the m-m-motorcycle lane. It was black and had....had b-blue eyes." Stiles knew exactly who it was right then.

Derek Hale.