The Lost Boy

CHAPTER 5 TURN BACK, TIME

Stiles blinked groggily, had he overslept again, god his neck had such a kink in it. He heard familiar voices around him talking in low murmurs, "Alright, I'm up I'll get up. Can't a guy sleep without you guys demanding breakfast so early."

Despite his words he was far from put out, he enjoyed feeding the kids as he lovingly nicknamed them. Then he tried to stretch but his arms didn't come up, in fact as things became more and more focused he realized he couldn't move his hands, or legs, something was restricting him tying him down. The panic, flooded his senses, there was no controlling it. He needed to calm himself to breathe,  eyes widened he caught the faint scent of home lingering slightly tinged with strong alpha pheromones.

Peter's face came into view, "Oh, god! Thank god. I can't-can't breathe." The omega whined and the alpha werewolf glared down at Stiles with a coldness the omega had never known from his packmate. "Peter. Please, please help. Let me loose I can't-I don't like to be tied down. Restricted-"

"I don't think he's faking that, maybe we should untie him." Deaton felt the boy's frantic pulse at the side of his neck. The stranger's body was tense as he fought the binds, the anxiety couldn't be faked, it was very real and Deaton didn't understand the sudden urge to free the boy from the metal chair he was tied to.

"This is all a trick Deaton, don't be so soft." Talia Hale growled holding her breath as did her brother, the small interrogation room was cement wall to wall and it was good at blocking screams.

"He's about to pass out again if he continues to hyperventilate, you can't fake an accelerated heartbeat." head of security a beta Niles advised Alpha Talia Hale.

Peter rolls his eyes, "Oh for fuck sake sister, he's a human omega, we are two werewolf alphas and two betas in our interrogation room. I think we'll be alright. Last we checked our enemies no matter how lowly have never enlisted an omega into their ranks. Especially a human one."

Talia huffed glaring at the boy whose face was devoid of color lips almost blue like a fish out of water. She hated the stink of distress it never set well with her  but she would push that aside when it came to security of her pack. With a swipe of her sharp nails the boy was free of the ropes, he fell out of the metal chair he had been sitting in body hitting the floor without hesitation. This wasn't an act the boy really was having a panic attack, she stepped back allowing Deaton to look over the human.

"So tedious." She growled, "Humans are such fragile things. Dead weight to a pack."

Deaton didn't reply instead he tried to calm the kid down, his nearness caused more distress. "I'll have to give him something. It may delay the interrogation process." Alpha Hale growled but waved a hand irritated.

"Better alive then dead. Not like we can question a fucking corpse." She snarled dismissively.

Deaton turned to the tray that was just in the corner waiting with several syringes and sharp instruments of interrogation, this was the part he never looked forward to. The boy wasn't going anywhere he was still shaking his erratic heartbeat drumming out of sink with his breathing.

"He knew you brother, are you sure this isn't a product of your many one night stands?" Talia wrinkled her nose over the boy.

Peter tilted his head crouching down sniffing the boy as well, surprised when a shaky hand reached out and clung to his arm. There was a kin scent mixed with several unfamiliar ones there on the boy's hoodie, but that could have been easily staged.

"No." Peter whispered "He's definitely human." Maybe fatherhood was making him soft he scooped the kid up and laid him down on the cot in the corner, surprised at how quickly the boy relaxed turning his head into the alphas chest while being carried.