Stiles Stilinski Imagines 🦊

:Who Are You?:

* Listen to: Him & I - G-Eazy & Halsey *

Word Count: 2,156

Thunder roared high above my head as my paws carried me through the woods. The night sky darkened making it impossible to see anything. The thing is, the impossible was never an issue for me. My eyes glowed a deep purple as my fur coat was a deep gray. I was in my wolf form and I had no idea for how long? The only thing that I could remember were faces. There were at least two guys and I knew in my heart that I trusted them. Especially a certain black haired, brown eyed, sarcastic boy.  I tried hard to remember who they were or what their names were, but it was a blank.

I found myself in front of a familiar house. I looked up at a open bedroom window. The brown eyed boy was pacing in his bedroom. I could smell his anxiety and stress. His hand would occasionally brushed his soft hair back as he rubbed his tired eyes. He had a clear glass board in the middle of his room. It was littered with different photographs and white chalk writing. My paws moved forward as I stepped out onto the road. I made sure to stayed hidden within the shadows not wanting to catch his attention. This pain emerged within my chest and I could feel my eyes shine their purple color. It was like a switch was turned on within. One minute he was staring at his board and the next he looked out his window. His eyes scanned the area until they landed on me. They widen at the sight of me. He dropped everything that was in his hands and he rushed out of his room. I took a few steps back. The front door of his house swung open. He continued to watch me from his porch. I cautiously watched him getting ready to run if neccessary. There was something about the way he looked at me. Like he knew me.

"Is it really you?" His voice spoke in a hush whisper.

My ears perked up at the sound. I felt like I needed to get closer towards him but something didn't allow me.

"Hey it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." He started descending down his front stairs with his hands up.

I watched but made sure to keep my guard up. My eyes were glued to his feet as he was now crossing the street to get closer.

"Is it really you, Y/N?" His voice cracked once he said the name. You could see his eyes carry small tears that were ready to fall.

Why couldn't I remember him. Who was Y/N? The way the name slipped passed his lips ignited something within me. A small whine escaped me as a pain pushed itself in my head. My eyes screwed shut as I tried to snap out of it.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked.

The sound of a twig snapping broke me from my trance. A growl emerged from me once I noticed that his hand was centimeters from me. He froze in his spot as I continued to growl. I took steps back and in a quick motion I ran back into the woods. The sounds of the boy calling out for me filled the night.

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Weeks have passed and the sun was high up in the sky. I was roaming the wooded area and the boy's scent filled my nose. He has been roaming around the woods to at least get a glimpse of me. Little did he know I was always there, watching from a short distance. It was early in the morning and I found myself in front of the same little house. My paws walked around the area and noticed an open window. I sniffed the air around me. The scent of the boy and his father weren't as strong. Which meant they weren't home. I jumped inside as my paws landed on the cool tile. My eyes scanned the area and I couldn't help but sense that I have been here before. There was this strong feeling within me. Before I knew it, I was going around the corner and found myself in a blue walled bedroom. Clothes were scattered on the floor and papers were tossed all over the bed. The glass board was centered in the middle of his bedroom. Walking around I was greeted by photos taped on the glass. There was one photo of a girl who had her arms wrapped his waist. He was placing a loving kiss on the top of her head. In sloppy handwriting there was something written in white marker.