ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ

The Pack

[Y/N P.O.V]

Keeping my weapon raised I scanned over the people. One girl was a redhead, green eyes sparkling under the torch lights. The other was a deep brunette girl, brown eyes like a bottomless pit of whiskey and in her hand was a crossbow yet no arrows were loaded. The same boy who had spoken let a tear drop down his tanned skin. 

"Stiles, it's me, Scott", he said, shaking his head. 

"I don't know who you are, any of you", my friend replied, "and my name is Thomas, not Stiles". 

The three stared at him, hurt. 

"We lost you to wicked", the brunette girl spoke, "both of you". 

I switched my attention to her, "what do you mean?"

"It's me, Allison", she cried, "why don't you remember us?"

"I've never met any of you in my life", I answered, getting more annoyed. 

"Wicked", the redhead piped up.

"Lydia, what are you talking about?", Scott raised his brows. 

"Remember when they went missing? Wicked took them and wiped their memories, the whole maze experiment", she answered. 

"How do you know about the maze?", Thomas asked, confusion written on his face. 

Lydia pressed her lips into a thin line, "We got information from a spy, Derek, he was apart of the pack but... we don't know what happened to him. The last we heard was... a month ago". 

Allison's eyes filled with despair, "just... trust us, please". 

My mouth was dry, "fine, tell us what happened. From the start". 

Sighing, the three nodded, relief radiating off of them. Meeting Thomas' gaze, he gave me a wary look. Subtly, I nodded at the boy, telling him I knew exactly what I was doing. We led our new acquaintances to the other Gladers, their faces filled with uncertainty.  Sitting down, I waved my hand, motioning for them to copy my action. There was a short amount of silence, the sound of the crackling fire the only noise between the two groups.

"Stil-Thomas you were my best friend, practically my brother", Scott began with a small smile, "but one day, this group of people came to our home town, Beacon Hills, and took a bunch of kids. Derek, the spy Lydia mentioned, went to investigate who took you. He sent us messages about this organisation called wicked and what their plans were. We were going to rescue you but then... the scorch happened and we got lost". 

"Derek... what happened to him?", Thomas asked, pronouncing the guy's name like he was trying to remember something. 

Lydia sighed, "one of the messages he sent spoke about this group called The Right Arm. when all this scorch stuff happened, we were on our way to find him... and then find you two". 

Slowly, things came together. 

"We're going to The Right Arm too", Newt said, shaking his head lightly, "they're against wicked, just like all of us". 

From the corner of my vision, I saw Teresa shift slightly, the conversation from earlier coming back to me. I needed to tell Thomas. 

"What about me?", I asked, "you said they took both of us". 

Allison nodded, "they did, Y/N, you're my little sister". 

Staring at the girl, I searched deep within my mind yet nothing surfaced about her. Not one memory. 

"that cant be tr-".

"It's true. We're not biological, however, my mom and dad adopted you when you were three", she smiled, "they saw potential in you".

"Wow", I murmured, not believing I found a part of my family. 

"I'm so glad we crossed you guys", Scott laughed gently, "we have half our pack back". 

"I'm sorry, pack?", Thomas questioned, drawing his brows together. 

"Right, I forgot to mention... Beacon Hills isn't the most normal place", Scott smirked, closing his eyes, "... have you ever heard of a werewolf?". 

The boy opened them, the once golden brown colour replaced by a scarlet red.