Initiate // Sterek

Prolouge

I was both awake, and not awake at the same time. I knew I was standing, and that somebody's back was facing me. But I couldn't for the life of me remember why.

I couldn't see that clearly either. My vision was blurry, though I could sense it beginning to come back to me. Shapes were becoming clearer, colours more defined. Eventually I regained the rest of my sight, as well as the control of the rest of my body.

Everything came into focus.

I was in a line, another boy was in front of me.The line was moving, slowly but surely and I was last. I tried to remember why I was there.

Where was my dad? Scott? Lydia?

Lydia. It was something to do with Lydia. It had to be. I scanned my mind, trying to remember the last thing that happened before I came here.

"What are you doing Stiles?" Scott questioned me as I began dragging him into the woods.

"I'm trying to see if a rumour I heard is true, and you're gonna help me." I told Scott as we went deeper into the woods.

I had been on my computer for a history project and had came across some stories about Beacon Hills and what lived in it. Though they seemed too impossible to be real, the way it had been written, as if these things had actually happened, was enough to make me curious.

"Here it is." I said as we came face to face with a burned down house. The Hale house. The one I had been reading about. It had been burned down six years ago but had been covered up by the cops and the FBI.

The thought that this part of what I read was true made me think... Was the rest of it?

That was the only thing that came back to me. It didn't explain how or why I was here but I did realise where I was.

I , skinny, weak, defenseless, Stiles had been taken in as an initiate. For the werewolves.