Fast and Furious x Teen Wolf

Chapter One

I have been trying to keep up on writing all my stories so here you go

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Stiles was coming home from school when he stopped by the grocery store to get some food to make dinner. He was walking out when someone jumped him and dragged him into the woods. It was Tran's sidekick, Lance. How he found Gemini, who knows? Lance beat him up and injected Stiles with wolfsbane so he couldn't heal. Stiles killed him and buried him far away from civilization before he realized it was 7:30, he was thirty minutes late for the daily pack meeting. Stiles ran through the woods and to his car, forgetting about his groceries, and sped to Derek's loft. When he got there it was oddly quiet. Stiles thought nothing of this and put his hoodie on to hide his face. 

Everyone was quiet until Derek spoke up, "Stiles, we have to tell you something." Stiles grunted as to let them know he was listening. "I-I" Derek sighed, "You're out of the pack, we don't want to have a weak human in the pack anymore. We're establishing more alliances with packs in California and don't want you in the pack just so we can be mocked with packs we're enemies with." Stiles just nodded and walked out of the loft. Everyone was confused but let it go. Everyone was actually secretly sad. Derek and Scott had made the choice without the pack to kick Stiles out, they were surprised when they told everyone since Scott and Stiles were practically brothers and everyone knew about Derek's crush on Stiles. They let it be until Isaac and Liam went to go and check on Stiles.

~~~~~~~Back with Stiles~~~~~~

Stiles got to his house and packed a couple of bags before changing into some black skinny jeans, a white v-neck, black and white converse, his signature red hoodie, and his leather jacket. He grabbed some of his clothes and put them in a backpack, along with other essentials, and left downstairs. When he got downstairs Noah was just coming back from a shift, once he saw Stiles with the backpack he sighed. "Already? It's only been three years." Stiles smiled, "Exactly three years I've been away from my family, I'll be back to visit or most likely I'll call but I have to go now." Noah sighed, "Okay, say hi to everybody for me." Stiles nodded and hugged his great-uncle before going to the garage and uncovering his 1967 Dodge Challenger. He smiled at his car and got in, he put his stuff in the back before backing out of the garage and leaving for his home in LA. His family, his lover, his pack.