Author's Note: Hey, Sc0rPi052 here! This isn't the first story I have ever written but it is the first one that I have decided to post. Constructive criticism and comments are more than welcome as they would help me to improve my writing in the future. Thanks for taking the time out of your probably busy lives to read my story and I hope that you enjoy it! P.S-I do not own any of the characters from Teen Wolf used in this story or the series itself. The only thing that I can claim as my own is the plot developing.

Summary: (An AU story in which Stiles is a werefox and though the Hale fire happened, most of the Hales survived.) At six years old, Stiles Stilinski was taken from his home in the middle of the night. The kidnappers left no evidence or any trace behind to give his parents a clue of what had happened or where he was taken. After seven years of being isolated in a building he didn't recognize with people he didn't know, Stiles finally escapes. However, not knowing where he had been, he was left to fend for himself for another three-four years before finally stumbling across the scents of a werewolf pack.

You can probably guess what happens at that point! Read and Review!

Chapter 1

Stiles could hear his heart's frantic beating from within his chest. It was loud, like a drum and drowned out the sounds one could normally hear in a forest like the one he currently found himself in. The crunching of leaves and twigs as Stiles ran over them and rushing water in the nearby river were like a quiet background noise compared to the beating of his frantic heart. 'Just keep running,' he thought furiously to himself. 'Don't stop now!' He needed to get away, find a safe place to camp out and restore his energy levels so that he could continue trying to get back to his parents.

Seven years, he hadn't seen either of them in a little more than seven years and Stiles couldn't erase the lingering doubt that they may have moved on. There hadn't been enough evidence to lead to what had happened when he was taken, kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. He was 'special', they had told him when Stiles had first woken up in the room he didn't recognize but would eventually know as his only safe haven to rest and escape the tests. For a little over seven years, Stiles had learned so much. He was a werefox, the gene was passed on from his mother's side and he was one of an endangered species. Stiles still didn't know how they found out about him, even after living in the same vicinity as them for all these years. He hadn't even known what he was before they told him. He hadn't known anything about anything supernatural.

There were werewolves, druids, oni, and so many more things that he was only beginning to understand. For the past years, Stiles' captors had tried to hone and get him to harness his abilities and it had taken two years of poking and prodding before Stiles had turned for the first time. His fox form was average enough in shape and size that it resembled a red fox (currently a pup), but the colouring is what would lead one to pause and look again. Stiles' colouring was inversed. He was almost completely black with red fur covering only his legs, behind his ears, and the little within his tail. The first time it had happened, Stiles was only eight and had freaked out a bit when he couldn't change back right away. However, after five more years of getting used to his other form, Stiles welcomed his fox now. Running through the forest, Stiles darted past trees, beneath fallen logs, and through shrubs and bushes. He'd already been running for two full days, only stopping a total of five times for a quick hunt or a drink from a stream and still wasn't entirely sure where he was. Stiles hadn't left the organization's building since he was first brought there and was hoping with all his might that he was at least going in the right direction. He was tired, all Stiles wanted to do was to curl up somewhere and sleep for a few days, but he couldn't. This was the first time Stiles' escape attempt had gotten him further than the fences surrounding the building. It had taken a year of careful planning and Stiles knew that if he was dragged back, it would be even longer before he'd have a chance to escape again. He needed to keep going, cover as much ground as he could, and get away (get home).

It was a few more weeks before Stiles found the perfect place to settle down and it had happened completely by accident. He was just trying to get something to eat when he got distracted by a different scent. It took him a while to understand what it was as it was neither the smell of people nor anything supernatural that he had learned of during his stay at the facility. It wasn't until he glimpsed a sight of the creature that the realization struck him. The bushy, red and white tail was just disappearing into the foliage to Stiles' right and it hit him all at once. That scent belonged to a fox!

Making a split-second decision, Stiles chased after the other fox. His eventual goal was to return home, to his parents, but Stiles figured it would be easiest to survive in the wilderness, while he was there, with some help or company. It didn't take long for him to find the fox again but before Stiles could get its attention, a blur from the left tackled him to the ground. The small, surprised yelp that Stiles released as he fell must've reached the other fox because the next thing he knew, there were two before him. The one that he was following seemed to be an older female and the blur that had attacked him seemed to be a male not much older than Stiles.

They both looked to be red foxes and Stiles gave a brief moment to wondering if they were alone before he noticed their defensive positions. Sitting down to look less dangerous, Stiles tilted his head to the side as if to inquire about who they were and what they were doing. The motion seemed to confuse them as they glanced at each other before lowering their defenses a bit. Speaking best he could in the form he was in, Stiles tried to introduce himself.

'Hello,' he began. 'You can call me Stiles!' Not getting much of a reaction from them, he decided to ask them a question. 'Who are you?'

Eventually the older female stepped forward, calling herself 'Adara' and her brother 'Egan'. After introductions were exchanged, a conversation began involving numerous questions. Stiles ended up learning that they were on their own and fending for themselves and they learned that he was doing the same as Stiles had been taken from home and just recently got away. Some points were difficult to get across as the didn't speak human and Stiles wasn't very fluent in fox, but they managed as best as they could and he was offered to join them. Happily accepting the offer, Stiles ended up running with them for roughly three years. Those were some of the best years of his life and although he remained in his fox form the entire time, Stiles still had a great time. Although Stiles never forgot his end goal of returning to his parents, Adara and Egan became like a new family to him and Stiles mourned them greatly when he lost them.

That day began like any other and Stiles had decided he would take on the morning hunt while Egan and Adara slept. They had begun to get a little concerned for him when they realized that he wasn't growing like them and so Stiles wanted to prove to them that even though he was still small in fox terms, he could still be useful. After having successfully hunted down not one but two rabbits, Stiles headed back the den. However, as he grew nearer, he noticed something was off. Wearing continuing forward, Stiles kept all his senses alert and hide within the foliage as he edged his way closer. When the scents of human and blood reached his nose, Stiles had to freeze. Widening his eyes, Stiles was assaulted with the thoughts of 'They found me!' and 'No no no.' Peeking through from his hiding spot, Stiles took in the scene that awaited him. Adara was lying on the ground in a pool of blood and though a man, presumably from the facility, was standing over her, Egan was nowhere to be seen. Stiles was frozen in both fear and denial, however, he couldn't keep the whine from escaping and almost ran forward despite the danger. It was the clouded, though determined gaze from Adara's fallen body that stopped him though. She was aware of the fact that she was dying and was ordering Stiles to turn away, to run. Knowing that there wasn't anything he could do unless he wanted to either join her in death or be returned to the facility and never see the light of day again, Stiles let out a very sad whine before nodding in acknowledgement and turning away from the scene. Leaving behind the life he had come to know for the last three years, Stiles abandoned the rabbits and ran once more. He hoped that Egan was alright and that they would see each other again someday.

Dashing through the trees and bushes, Stiles did not once look back. Sorrow heavy in his heart, Stiles ran forward.

AN- Hope you enjoyed and I will try to update soon. However, since this is still a WIP, I can't make any promises to regular daily or weekly updates so we'll have to play things by ear. Read and Review if you are able and I'll try to update faster.