The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Silverfinger

Y/n's POV

"Hey," Scott greeted and walked up to where I was standing at my locker. "Stiles drove you to school today, right?"

"Yeah. I didn't feel like driving, so he offered," I answer. "Why?"

"I just spoke to him, and he seemed a little off," Scott noted. "Did you notice anything about him earlier? Anything unusual?"

"Um, he smelled a bit anxious," I reveal. "And he was pretty fidgety. But he's always fidgety, and he's usually stressed about something, so that's not totally unusual. You think something's wrong?"

"Yeah. I do. Could you do me a huge favor?" Scott requested. "I told him to go home and get some rest, but I'd really like for someone to be with me."

"And you want that person to be me," I figure. "Be glad that I'm practically acing all of my classes. I'll send you updates about him every few hours."

"Thank you, Y/n! I owe you one!" Scott shouted back to me as he walked off down the hallway. I found Stiles in the parking lot unlocking his Jeep, and I saw that Scott was right. Stiles didn't look too good.

"Stiles! Wait up!" I call out and jog to catch up to him before he could get into his car. "Scott said you weren't feeling good. Everything okay?"

"No, Y/n. Nothing's okay. I had the key to the chemistry closet that Barrow was hiding in. The message left to Barrow spelling Kira's name on the chalkboard was in my handwriting. And the shrapnel bomb Barrow used was a wrapped birthday present filled with nuts, bolts, and screws, which is exactly how I pranked Coach," Stiles rambled. "That's no coincidence. It can't be."

"Stiles, calm down," I instruct and place my hands on his shoulder. "I don't think you're killing people. That's not you. Scott wants me to keep you company so you don't drive yourself insane by yourself. And if it makes you feel better, we can go down to the hospital and get you some medicine to help you sleep better."

Stiles nodded. "Okay, yeah. That sounds great. Let's go."

At the hospital, we found my mother sitting at the front desk. She was typing away at her computer when we walked over, and when she saw us, she frowned slightly. I guess she didn't like the fact that we weren't in school.

"Hey, mom," I wave. "I need a favor."

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"Blackouts, but not for that long, and sleepwalking, which I used to do a lot as a kid. Um, also having some really bad anxiety," Stiles listed off to my mom.

"Panic attacks?" Melissa implored.

"Yeah, a couple," Stiles responded. "Oh, and I temporarily lost the ability to read, but that might have had more to do with this giant magic tree and a whole human sacrifice thing." 

"How many hours of sleep are you getting?" Melissa asked.

"Eight," Stiles replied. 

"A night?" Melissa pushed.

"In the last three days," Stiles clarified. 

"Have you been feeling irritable? Have an inability to focus? Impulsive behavior? Vivid dreams during the day?" Melissa questioned. 

"Basically all of the above. Do you know what this is?" Stiles quizzed. 

"I think so," Melissa spoke and grabbed a needle from the nearby medicine drawer.

Stiles sucked in a breath. "Uh, what's that?" 

"It's Midazolam," Melissa stated and stuck the needle into Stiles' arm. "It's a sedative." 

Stiles frowned. "Why'd you give me a sedative?"

"Because you, Stiles, are one profoundly sleep-deprived young man. You need rest and you need it now. Lie down," Melissa ordered. Within seconds, Stiles was out, and my mom tucked him into bed. I smiled at my mom's actions, loving how she treated Stiles like her own son. "So are you gonna tell me why you skipped school today?"

"Mom," I groan. "Really? I brought Stiles here because he hasn't been himself lately, and you're gonna lecture me about skipping school? I've got almost perfect grades!"

"I know, honey. I was just messing with you. Now take a seat," Melissa demanded as she changed her gloves. "It's your turn."

"My turn? For what?" I inquire.

"Y/n, I'm your mother. I'm not an idiot. I hear you pace in your room practically every night, we've run out milk faster than we ever have, and the bags under your eyes are particularly noticeable today. You're not getting any sleep either," Melissa deduced. "So sit and get comfortable."

"Mom, you know I hate needles," I bring up.

"Y/n, you're not getting out of this. And you'll be fine," Melissa assured me and injected the needle into my shoulder. Within seconds, I could feel the medicine kick in, and my eyes started drooping.

"Whoa," I murmur. "That didn't take long at all."

"Get some rest, sweetheart," Melissa said and draped a blanket over me before kissing my forehead. "I'll be back to check on you in a little bit." And with that, I feel asleep. 

When I went to sleep, I felt like myself, but when I woke up, something was different. I shook Stiles awake, wanting to get back to my house and sleep in my own bed, but on our way out, we ran into the figures that invaded Derek's house party, and when I caught the hand of one of them who tried to burn the area behind my ear, something took over me. Something evil. 

Void! Y/n's POV

Stiles thrust his hand into the chest of the demon who had attacked me, causing it to crumble into dust. The two creatures behind us only stared, but I knew they were planning an attack.

"I'd suggest you two run," I warn. Instead of running, the creatures charged, and within seconds, Stiles and I took them down, turning both of them into black dust. Just then, Scott appeared, and he looked slightly concerned.

"I've been looking for the two of you everywhere," Scott claimed. "You guys okay? I haven't heard from you all day."

"Yeah, we're fine," Stiles declared. "What's been going on?"