"Running. Why are we always running?" Stiles thought to himself as he followed his best friend through the woods to Dereks house. There was a creature following them, one they had never seen before. It resembled some type of jungle cat, a big bulky jungle cat and it was chasing them, hunting them. The confrontation between this thing and the teenage werewolf was over fast after Scott realised it was bigger and scarier than he was. So who do they turn to? The only other big and scary thing in this town... Derek Hale.

Stiles was not a wolf, nor was he a jungle cat. He wasn't a kanima or any other form of supernatural being, he was just a plain human boy who was starting to run out of breath and beginning to slow down. Scott didn't notice this until he heard his friend trip and the feline monster scream with excitement, but Stiles had fallen behind and Scott might have been too far away to make it in time. He immediately turned and raced to the aid of his best friend.

Stiles rolled onto his back slowly to see how much danger he had gotten himself into this time. The cat like creature was circling him, almost like it was taunting him or maybe waiting for something. As Stiles laid on his back the creature crept over to him knowing that he was paralyzed by fear and slowly placed itself over him. The creature then, almost delicately, ripped his shirt off with its razor sharp steel like claws. Stiles' bare chest was exposed, and his heart beating so fast he could hear it which meant the animal definitely could. Then one claw on the monsters paw grew twice as long as the other ones and started to glisten. Stiles couldn't move, his mind for first time in his life was blank. No witty retorts, no funny comeback and no sarcastic jibes. He was in trouble and there was nothing he could to about it. The cat slowly placed the elongated claw on his chest and sliced into his flesh with a slow diagonal motion.

Scott heard a scream, one not of fear or shock but a scream of pain. He could tell he was close but was he too late? Scott arrived at the scene to see the cat-like monster slink away, he let out a wolf growl and the creature turned its head, looked him straight in the eye then wandered away into the night.

"Stiles? Are you ok? You're bleeding. We need to get you to a hospital." Scott was so glad he hadn't been too late; his friend only seemed to have the one wound. He wished he had gotten there sooner but Stiles was still alive so everything was going to be ok... Right?

"Scott, I don't think the hospital is where we need to go. I do not feel ok, something is different, something's not right." Stiles replied in a groggy haze.

"What do you mean? You've only got a little gash, we'll go to the hospital and they'll patch you up and you'll be as good as new." Scott said as he tried to hoist his friend up, which was more difficult than he had expected. Scott put it down to the fact that they had been running for a while and he hadn't had a lot to eat that day and maybe Stiles had put on a bit of weight, he hadn't noticed but then again why would Scott be checking out Stiles' weight?

"Is it supposed to glow that colour?" Stiles then enquired as his whole body went floppy and he passed out.