a bunch of Teen wolf imagines and preferences...

74- Hunted- part 3- pack imagine

A/N: it seems I do a part every 2 years! This part isn't as horror-based as the others, hope you enjoy!

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Part 3:

You had been walking for hours through the gloomy forest, following the stars so you were sure you weren't going around in circles. Your feet ached, blisters undoubtedly forming as your shoes rubbed against your skin over and over again.

"I'm so thirsty" stiles moaned. You hadn't had a drink of water since before you went to sleep. "Maybe it wasn't a good idea to continue, there were buildings back there, shelter. It was scary but let's face it, we could have defended a room, and we could've taken shifts sleeping and kept guard. If there was someone there, surely they'd have water to drink. Maybe even something to eat." He continued, slowing his pace, fatigued.

"Stiles we've been walking so long, if we turn back you know it's going to take hours to get back. Plus there was a reason we left; the eyes, the shed, the man over our tent, the creepy house and the person watching us from outside"

"what shed?" stiles cut you off, thinking maybe he was so delirious he'd completely blocked that out of his memory.

"Before any of this happened me and Liam came across a shed. It was old. Eerie. Nothing compared to everything else but I suppose looking back it was almost a warning we should've moved camp." Stiles stopped walking, choosing a tree stump to collapse dramatically onto, mouth agape as he pulled his shoes off his feet like they had been glued on. "Easy to look back and say that now though" you had no interest in stopping, knowing if you did your muscles would tense up and continuing would be impossible. You'd gotten used to the pain in your feet and it was now background compared to the thoughts in your head.

"What if the others can't find our scent? What if we've gone too far?" obviously you were both considering the same outcomes to your situation. Starvation. Dying of thirst. It was all a possibility.

"How about we set up camp here? If someone was watching us there's no way they would've followed us this far. We also haven't seen anything other than bark and brambles for miles, maybe in the daylight it will all seem different and we can form a proper plan."

You both agreed that was the right decision, the exhaustion was overwhelming. Using sticks and leaves around the forest floor, you made a flimsy tent-like structure, not enough to protect you from rain but enough to vaguely camouflage you. It was a tight fit but you didn't mind being close to someone, it was comforting. Before either of you said a word you were asleep, the world outside your small creation fading away as your eyes dropped.

It could've been hours since you'd fallen asleep or it could've been minutes, but the rising sun cast beams of light that woke you from your slumber. Not bothering to crawl out of the makeshift tent, you whacked it with stiles' baseball bat, leaves and branches falling on him, waking him up.

"Rise and shine" you laughed, wiping the sleep out of your eyes as you went into a crouch, testing your feet.

"Very funny" stiles grumbled, starting to stand up as well. This part of the forest looked different in the light, the dark bark no longer seemed menacing and the thick brambles looked as if sweet berries grew on them, giving it an enchanted aura.

"I feel like hansel and Gretel" you joked, tossing his baseball at him. His reflexes were surprisingly fast and he caught it mid-air, flipping it to his other hand as he beamed at you with new energy.

"Pity we didn't leave a trail of breadcrumbs" stiles added, the realisation hitting that without the stars, neither of you knew which way you came from. "If we followed the North Star and the sun rises in the east, north must be that way" stiles pointed, but all directions looked the same to you.