Insanity ~ Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 14: Packs...

I'm so sorry this Chapter took so long. I've had so much work from College lately and it's starting to annoy me like, The Hale with all this work Bishh? Anyway, I hope you like this Chapter Lovelies

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Stiles' POV

A few hours later, I woke up, not really remembering much of what happened before I fell asleep. We decided to think of a plan, retracing the steps The Nogitsune - or I - took last time, and linking them somehow to find a pattern. Another few hours or so passed and we hadn't really found anything solid to base everything on.

Things were changing. Fast. And nobody was liking it. Peter, however, being the insensitive jerk he is, loved to watch us endure the confusion and worry.

"Honestly, I just say we kill him." Peter shrugged and I tried to ignore for the millionth time but a little voice kept itching me to say something. So I did.

"How about you shut up and let us do the thinking?" I spat.

"I'm only trying to be helpful." He smirked.

"Yeah?" I walked towards him in anger. "Well, we don't need the help of an egotysical, throat-slashing werewolf maniac, alright? So how about you go back into your little werewolf cave and hybernate for the rest of your life?"

"Or how about I slash your throat right here and be done with it? And trust me," he took a step closer, "it'll be so fast that you won't even feel a thing." His smirk dropped to total seriousness and I swear, he was starting to really get to me.

"Don't glow your eyes at me!" I yelled, trying to get rid of the slight fear I felt inside and begged for it not to show.

"What's the matter, Stilinski? Feeling weary about facing the big bad wolf?" He mocked.

"Stop it!" Scott yelled. "I can't think with all this arguing!" Everyone fell silent.

"I still say we just kill him."

"Ugh! Nobody is killing anyone!" Scott roared, his voice echoed off the walls of the loft. "I am not gonna see anyone else die. I'm not gonna let that happen." He turned to Peter. "To anyone!" Peter looked away, angry that his opinion wasn't agreed upon by anyone but himself.

The room fell silent again.

Moments later, I began to feel... Weird. A stabbing pain occured in my stomach, like someone dropped an anchor on it, over and over and over, like a cycle of non-stop pain. The pain was there for a while, and I didn't complain. It was bad, but not unbearable.

"Stiles?" Malia called.

"Hm? What?" I answered.

"You okay?" She kneeled down and looked up at me as I sat on the chair.

Pain. I loosened my hand on my stomach, just so that she wouldn't notice that I was clasping my stomach.

"Yeah, fine."

More pain.

"You sure? You look kinda pale."

"No, I'm just... Just, tired, that's all." I smiled, rubbing my eyes.

More pain.

"Okay, if you say so." She chuckled and scruffed my hair, walking away towards Scott.

Now a burning sensation, like my body was on fire. I began feeling hot, but I was shivering slightly. It didn't make sense.

"Aahh!" I winced and cursed under my breath, standing up from my seat and looking down at my stomach.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Lydia asked. Everyone crowded round me in worry and panic.