Scott dug faster than any dog I'd ever seen.
I smiled and whistled at him, making his eyes shoot up at me in annoyance. "Really Stiles!" I shrugged and turned to Derek, "ain't like you haven't heard it before." I replied. Shaking my head knowingly as the twins giggled in the background. "Ok Stiles, I found it."
We all gathered round Scott. The massive dark hole eventually speaking the truth, she wasn't in there. "My dad was right. She's been taken." The pack flipped their eyes towards me. I could've stopped this, gotten the feeling something was wrong earlier and stopped it. But with my human mind and lack of fangs and claws, I was useless against anything that could've came at me. "Stiles it's ok. We're going to find her, and I don't care how long it takes. The past is the past, you're Stiles again." I nodded surly and backed up slowly, my feet carrying me swiftly until I collided with something; something hard.
I flipped around startled. A huge shovel laid covered in dirt, no less than three steps away from Allison's grave. "Hey Scott!" Derek and the rest turned towards my call, and Scott froze. "Aiden, Ethan, you guys up for a little hunting?" Ethan and Aiden both shared confused looks, but eventually nodded, "if that's what they used to dig her up, it won't take long to lock on to their sent."
I stood back and watched silently as the twin betas plotted. Eventually locking onto something and taking off with everyone except me and Derek. "Come on Stiles, let's get you home!" I scoffed at him and walked my own way, "I can take care of myself Derek. My house is ju-" I stopped talking when I felt the collar of my shirt being pulled backwards. "It wasn't a suggestion. Get in the car!"
My whole body shook when his words came out. His dark low tone making my heart rate pick up, but somewhat made it flutter. Why am I feeling these things for a guy, and especially Derek Hale.
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Sorry it's so short. I'll write a longer chapter soon. Hope you guys like it so far, let me know in the comments.
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Wolves At Midnight
FanfictionStiles is just another "Human." A human who escaped evil and lost friends in its path. Even when he knows he's better, he can't help but feel empty and dead inside. Can a certain wolf heal his broken heart, a wolf he calls "sour wolf."
