My True Pack.

Chapter 2

Thoma's Point of View.

I woke up, starled about what had happened in my dreams. I looked at the clock that was on my night stand. 10:30 am. I groaned. Agent McCall would take it as an offence. I missed school or at least a good part of it but could you blame me? It was the first time I slept without being woken up by a monster.

I walked to the bathroom and did my business, I wondered if Agent McCall would be angry but I wasn't going to school that day. I need a vacati9n and I was going to get at least a day with my friends, Jorge, Brenda and Minho. And with that thought, I walked to his room and knocked on his door.

"You shank, it's time to wakie-wakie." I said. And I heard a grunt.

"Go away, let me sleep."

I rolled my eyes. "Do you want me to bring Jorge in this? He hated your guts before, he can do it again."

I heard the wood creaking, a thump with a mild curse making me think that he hit himself with something and then the door opened.

And a half-sleep, messy hair Minho looked at me. "If you tell Jorge, it would be the last thing you do, shuck-face."

I laughed and peeked through his door to see his room. But I was pushed away by Minho. "Hey, respect my privacy."

I looked at him. "Anyways, you're already awake. So, can you wake up Brenda and Jorge? I will make breakfast or we'll go out. If the kitchen doesn't burn."

He smiled at me and ruffled my hair. I pushed him and whined. "Don't! Or I'll touch your hair."

He immediatly stopped. "What did you say, shank?"

And I gave the biggest sprint of my life and ran to the kitchen and yelled. "I have no regrets!"

In the end, we went to a McDonald's. I gave a big thanks to Jorge that saved us from being burned to death. He just gave me a glare and nodded. And I heard him curse under his breath. "Those idiots, I didn't fight cranks to be killed by a teenager that can't cook."

And I smiled. "And I didn't save a big ol' man to be talked behing my back."

He looked at me and gave me a crooked smile before entering his jeep. It was something we both shared, nobody could touch our jeeps. Roscoe was a mess, it didn't had gas, it was broken, it had rust but I made it work. But Bertha, Jorge's jeep was worse. Roscoe had a little bit of rust but Bertha was consumed by it, it was painted and it missed a window that Jorge remplaced by a mental window to shield himself from W.I.C.K.E.D's bullets.

It was a jeep that went through hell and it probably did. But it made Jorge happy and I knew that if Roscoe was with me in all my journey, I wouldn't care if he looked like shit.

And while we were eating our nice meals, Minho decided to start a conversation.

"This town is creepy as hell, why did Vince think we would be better here? Back in the safe heaven we were on the beach. A beach. And we lived nicely for one year. Well, except for the times Vince asked us to help him rescue some old candidates from W.I.C.K.E.D."

Jorge laughed. "He was tired of your bullshit, hermano. That's for sure."

I was about to comment when someone touched my arm. I turned around and saw the devil himself. Peter Hale.

"Stiles? Stiles Stilinski, is that you?" He asked.

"My name is Thomas now, Peter. What do you want?" I said harshly.

He smirked at me. "Well, well, well, Stiles is trying to be a grown-up."

"You better leave now, hermano. And your superpowers or what the fuck you have won't help you if I have silver bullets, will it?" Jorge stood up.

Peter looked at me with disgust. "You told them about us?"

"Why not?" I said with the same tone I used before.

"You swore an oath, Stiles, you swore to never tell nobody as long as you were on the pack!"

I smiled kindly. "Yeah, about that...I'm not longer part of your pack, you can tell that to Scott. And my name is Thomas. Not longer Stiles, understood, wolfie?"

Jorge was about to pull his gun out when Peter raised his hands in defeat. "Alright, alright. No need for dramatic mesures, I understood."

"Then go and be a good doggie and leave now." Jorge smiled at him.

Peter glared at me. "Scott will hear about this, Thomas, mark my words." And with that he left.

Jorge returned to his seat and gave a laugh. "Can't believe you were friends with that guy."

I smiled back. "He tried to kill me, after that I guess he had a change of heart and decided to join us."

Minho gave a relieved sigh. "Well, he's not here anymore, and if he tells Scott we'll be by your side, Thomas."

I smiled at him and looked at Jorge. "Thanks for saving my ass."

He nodded. "We're a family now, that's what we do. Protect each other."

"No matter what." Brenda added.

And it was kind of true. I saw Jorge as my father figure now. Well, he was always there for Brenda and he even risked his neck for us but it was now when he started to act like our father. It was like he was a single father with three kids. We protected each other no matter what, because he was there for us in the scorch and even if he worked for W.I.C.K.E.D and he lied to us, he saved our lives many many times and he tried to save Newt's as well. He earned our trust.

I trusted Brenda too, she was a good friend. She was with me in the Scorch Trials, even if she hit on me various times, she finally understood that I wasn't into her and took it very well, she was an awesome friend and was next to me in everything. We all trusted each other something it was very rare after all we went through. We were all we had left, we had lost everything and we only had each other. And for that day.

It seemed enough.