The Lost Boy

CHAPTER 3 WHERE, WHY?

Stiles drove like a bat out of hell putting distance between that house and himself, his heart raced. How did this happen? Yesterday was a normal day? He had breakfast, studied with Deaton, the spells didn't even have anything to do with time travel!

They were simple healing spells. His stomach threatened to turn and he regretted having nothing but breakfast and then the granola bar with coffee. He first went to the loft, knowing there was a chance it wouldn't even be occupied by who he needed to see. He just needed the familiar scent of Derek and the pack, his mind warned him against it but his heart wouldn't listen. Everything was so wrong and he felt so lost the anxiety that occupied the edges of his mind threatened to take him. He pulled the hoodie's collar up and took a deep breath. The smell of his pack and alpha were still lingering it temporarily anchored him.

He arrived at a suspiciously looking empty building that occupied the loft,  pulling his keycard of his wallet he took a deep breath and swiped, the pad lit up and he entered his password or rather it was Derek's. He had given him the password in case of emergency back in highschool before giving Stiles his own.

Someone was looking out for him because the password worked and the door unlocked, except the loft  was empty, it didn't even look like anyone stayed there it was devoid of furniture only exercise equipment and he wondered if it was used as a gym for the Hale pack. There were a few familiar scents, but nothing as solid as what his hoodie offered.  He left allowing the door to slam shut securely behind him, unaware of the video camera recording his actions.

Stiles needed to see something for himself he jumped back into the jeep with the smell that made his stomach ache and heart hurt. Once more he anchored himself taking deep breaths, rolling the window down he allowed fresh air to circulate and hit his warmed face.

"Just go Stiles!" He growled at himself, "Stop being so weak." The omega started the jeep starting down a familiar winding road until  he found himself parked at the edge of the preserve on a hill overlooking the pack house, not just the pack house but the original pack house.

A very well maintained home, several expensive looking cars including a camaro he knew all too well were parked out in the long winding drive, trees untouched by a fire arched upwards delicate white lilies and red roses lined the walkway. It made his heart ache, those trees were over a hundred years old, this was an old home that had memories of the pack that dwelled within.

Later the foundation and a few scorched half walls would be all that was left, a foundation haunting the last remaining Hales. Stiles had left the jeep running before standing to look down at the carefully landscaped mansion from the hill he idled on. The air was fresh with the morning dew, and the his heart raced as it mingled with the familiar scents below. Somewhere in those old halls Cora was just waking up to have breakfast with a mother who loved her, Laura could be helping wrangle a giggling toddler of a little brother.

Peter was in his library drinking coffee and reading over the morning paper, unaware of how the lives of their pack of their beloved family was about to be ripped from them violently.

Stiles watched several landscapers go about their morning activities and he took deep breaths concentrating on the birds in the trees, on something anything that could steady him.  Searching his mind behind tightly clasped eyes he withdrew into himself and turned away. There wasn't anything useful here and he realized too late the Derek he needed wasn't even out of puberty or whatever. Stiles you idiot, what were you thinking? Running here like the lovesick pup you always will be. Derek can't always be the answer to every problem.

"Hey! This is private property." A teenager with dark hair and a Beacon hills Lacrosse shirt growled, the teen's deep growl shook Stiles from his sad thoughts.