Ahyoka: Spirit's Arise Chapter 1
Stiles slammed the door to his bedroom as he quickly pulled off his soaked hoodie and dropped it in a messy pile on the floor of his room.
He breathed hard as he tried to catch his breath after another long night of running around with the pack.
It was 2 a.m. and he was sure that his dad was going to kill him if he knew where Stiles really had been instead of sleeping.
His phone dinged on his bed as he grabbed it and shakily sat down as he read the text that Scott sent him about taking out the giant lizard thing that was roaming around town.
Just as he was about to reply, he heard a loud knock on his bedroom door and jumped a foot when his dad marched into his room and looked around at the mess he and the pack had made earlier that night.
"That's it. I've had it. This has gotten way too out of hand. Your mother warned me about this happening and I was too stupid to listen to her. Get your suitcase packed. Bring whatever it is you need the most. The rest will be shipped to you once you're settled. It's time we fix this once and for all."
Sheriff Stilinski said as he gave Stiles a disappointed look before he strode out of Stile's bedroom and down the hall where Stiles could hear the shower running.
"What the flying fuck just happened?"
Stiles whispered to himself as he jumped up and went to his closet where his old black suitcase rested on the bottom.
Pulling the ancient bag out and setting it on his bed, he started throwing a pile of dirty clothes into it and chucked a few books, his iPod and his laptop inside before slamming it shut and putting it by his door.
Stiles couldn't remember the last time he had used the damn thing but now the sinking feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach made an ugly appearance as he felt nausea lick at his insides.
Where were they going?
And for how long?
Scott and the pack needed him and now his dad had gotten it in his head that he needed a vacation?
Letting out a groan and sweeping his hand through his rain soaked hair, he quickly typed out a text to Scott about how his dad decided that they needed to take a surprise vacation.
His phone dinged a few minutes later as Scott's texts started pouring into his phone along with several other members of the pack.
He knew Scott and the pack felt like he was abandoning them but there was nothing he could do.
Stiles was very aware that he was still seventeen and that his dad could force him by law to go wherever he wanted.
Letting out another groan, Stiles made his way out into the hall with his suitcase and found that his dad was just coming out of his room with no suitcase in his hand.
"I thought we were going somewhere. Where's your suitcase?"
Stiles questioned as the sick feeling in his stomach flared to life.
He had a bad feeling.
A really, really bad feeling about what was about to happen.
The Sheriff looked sad as he shook his head and patted Stile's shoulder.
"I'm not gonna be going with you this time, son. You're going on a one way trip to Oklahoma tonight on the flight I booked you just in case something like this happened. Now give me your cellphone. You're not going to be taking it with you."
Stile's mouth open and closed several times like a fish before he started to scream at the man that he thought understood him.
"WHAT THE FUCK DAD?! I CAN'T GO TO FUCKING OKLAHOMA! MY FRIENDS AND MY LIFE ARE HERE NOT OUT IN SOME SHITTY TOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE! I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO ANYWHERE."
The Sheriff waited until Stile's voice had gone hoarse before he gave him a firm look and started to practically push his very upset son down the stairs with him and out to his cruiser.
"Oh yes you are. Those fucking friends of yours or the goddamn monsters that you're fighting are going to kill you. Your mother warned me when you were little that I shouldn't have let you hang out with Scott since he was destined to turn. Now look what a mess you've gotten yourself into. You are not staying in this town any longer. I'm sending you to the safest place I know. I know you'll hate me for doing this but I have no other choice. It's time for you to start being a kid again."
The Sheriff yelled as he opened the cruiser's door and forced Stiles into the backseat.
Stiles couldn't fucking believe what he was hearing.
His dad and mom had known about the supernatural all along and they never told him.
As tears started to fall down his pale cheeks he took a deep breath and let it out.
"You knew all along and you didn't fucking tell me. How the hell am I ever going to trust you again?"
Stiles growled as his dad got into the front seat and started to pull out of the driveway while glancing at him through the rearview mirror.
Stiles could've sworn he had seen tears in his dad's eyes but he couldn't find it in him to care.
The car ride to the airport was filled with silence except for the sound of sobs that came from the now broken boy in the backseat.
As soon as they got to the airport, his dad parked and turned around to face him.
"I'm sorry Stiles. We were just trying to protect you. Your mother wanted to send you back home for years. At least now you'll be able to experience the life that she and I had together before we moved here."
Stiles sniffled and wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.
"Home? What home? This is my home."
The Sheriff gave him a sad smile and shook his head.
"No son. This was never your home. Right now you're going home."
Both the Sheriff and Stiles got out of the car and went inside so they could check in at the counter.
"Where am I even going? And why am I going there?"
Stiles questioned with a relentless tone.
The Sheriff handed him a boarding ticket and pointed over to the gate for a plane that was getting ready to leave.
"You're going to Thackerville, Oklahoma. It's where the reservation that your mother grow up on is. You're going to be staying with a family there permanently. This is a letter that your mother wrote before she died explaining a lot of what's going to happen. I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I love you, Stiles."
Stiles was about to reply but the boarding call announcement for his plane went over the loud speaker and his father quickly handed him his boarding pass and an ancient looking letter before kissing his forehead and pointed to the gate.
"It's time for you to go Stiles. You don't want to miss your plane. Read the letter. It'll tell you what you want to know. And one more thing. Give me your cellphone."
Stiles looked to the ground as he pulled out his phone and shoved it into his dad's hand.
"Good riddance."
He called over his shoulder as he made his way into the tunnel that was taking him to his new life in the middle of nowhere.