The Hell-hound's Mate

Prologue

Come on Stiles pick up your feet and just run, damn it. You've been running for your life from supernatural creatures ever since your best friend was turned into a werewolf after you dragged his asthmatic ass into the woods to look for the top half of a dead body. So you should be able to out run a human creepy older man. 

I picked up my feet and pushed myself faster until being the clumsy lanky kid I am and tripped over my own feet smacking my face on the concrete. I'm not a werewolf. I can't howl to signal my pack my location, but maybe I can scream for help. Maybe they'll hear me. 

"HELP!!!!" I screamed causing my voice to become raw. I'm not a banshee like Lydia. I can't make it useful, but I can try. The man caught up to me and kicked me in the head hard. 

"You'll be the best one yet. Training you will be fun." the man said as blackness started to engulf my vision. 

Scott you better come find me. 

*Lydia*

"Where's Stiles? Shouldn't he be here by now?" Issac asked concerned. 

"He told me he was going to the grocery store to grab a few things before coming here." Scott said slightly worried starring at his phone. I was watching everyone talking and wasting time waiting for Stiles to show up when all the sudden I'm standing in the road and I see Stiles run past me tripping and falling . He looked terrified. He was screaming for help with blood running down his face from his eyebrow and noes. Tears went down his face. I've never seen Stiles this vulnerable, not even when he was possessed by the Nogitsune, it made my heart ache. Suddenly a man maybe in his forties showed up, towering over Stiles. He's not even supernatural. The man kicked Stiles in the hard in the head causing him to fall unconscious as the man said, "You'll be the best one yet. Training you will be fun."  What does that even mean? Then suddenly I was back in the loft lying on the couch with everyone starring at me. 

"Lydia, what happened? What did you see?" Allison asked. 

"We need to call the Sheriff." 

"Why?"-Liam

"Stiles was kidnapped." 

"Lydia, what did you see?"-Scott

"Stiles was running and he tripped smacking his head on the ground hard. He was screaming for help. Then this forty year old man showed up and kicked Stiles in the head enough for him to black out. Then he mentioned something about training Stiles, but I don't know what that means. The man wasn't even supernatural."

"Did you see his face?"-Derek

"No." 

"Did Stiles look scared?"-Kira

"Yes. Terrified. I've never seen him loos so vulnerable."

Scott was on the phone with the Sheriff immediately as we all took off to the grocery store to hopefully find Stiles fast. 

*Scott*

"Scott, what is it?" 

"Stiles is missing." 

"What do you mean, missing?" 

"Lydia saw a banshee vision thing and Stiles was taken by some older non-supernatural man. We are going to see if we can find him now." 

"If you can't, call me so I can put out an APB on my  son." I could hear the desperation in his voice. 

"I will, I promise." I said hanging up as we arrived at the grocery store. I immediately found Roscoe, Stiles' baby blue jeep, heading over to it to try to get his scent. I did and I also found his phone smashed on the ground. The werewolves and were-coyote caught his scent and we headed in the direction of it until we found a spot of concrete with his blood on it. Then his scent disappeared.  

"They had to go by car." Derek said. All of our shoulders slumped and I called the Sheriff again. 

"He's gone. Taken by car. We found his jeep and his phone was shattered on the ground. We are at the spot where he was taken now and his blood is on the ground. " 

"Thanks....Scott." Sheriff said upset holding in a sob or a frustrated yell. Possibly both. 

"We'll find him, the pack will keep looking until he's found." I said. 

"Good." he said hanging up. I sighed and looked at my pack. Kira pus her hand on my shoulder, "We'll find him. Don't worry."