The Lost Boy

Scott neared the old recliner slowly on edge, "Scott?" he heard a small whimper, "Scotty?" came a half sob.

The young alpha pulled the chair back, revealing a small figure hugging his knees to his chest. The boy had on pajamas, a pair Scott hadn't seen in years but remembered very well. Who could forget batman themed gray and black pajamas with a glow in the dark bat signal on the chest. They were the coolest and when Scott spent the night Stiles let him wear them every time, like a true best friend.

"Is this a trick?" Allison was first to ask searching the faces of the three males, she was a human beta and didn't have the wolf sensing abilities.
"It smells like him, like a pup in distress." Scott kneeled down. "Hey there buddy don't cry."
"Where's Scotty? You're not him, you smell like him." The young pup sniffed calmed by his best friend's familiar scent.
"Yeah, he's my uh, he's a cousin of mine. My names Miguel. Yeah Miguel."