Prologue...
"Come now, Scott. We're all on the same side here." Deucalion hissed, sending shivers up Scott's spine. Deucalion grew a mischievous grin on his face as he stepped evermore closer to the true alpha, Scott McCall. "Just imagine. All of the horrid and terrifying creatures of this world would soon come to an end if you joined us. We're all fighting for the same thing." Deucalion pushed.
Scott tensed with his claws out and teeth bared. As Deucalion came within arms length. The blind werewolf calmly stopped in front of the young wolf. Scott saw something in Deucalion's clouded eyes. Fear.
"We may be fighting for the same thing, but are we doing it for the same reasons?" Scott sighed, retracted his claws and fangs, and stood tall. "I'm not going to join your pack Deucalion. That's final." Scott turned on his heels and headed through the woods back to his house. He looked back only once to make sure the Alpha's weren't following him. He sighed in relief and continued on his way.
Scott was sitting on his bed, almost asleep, when he heard an all too familiar voice.
"I wanted you to join my pack willingly Scott. I didn't want to have to force you. But you've given me no choice. Scott shot up in his bed and looked around his room. But nothing was there.
"Just a dream." Scott lied back down on his pillow, but shot right back up when he saw what was on his window. "Okay, maybe not."
Present day...
Scott and Stiles made their way to the locker room after school to change for their lacrosse game. They were playing against their rivals for state, so the two inseparable teenagers wanted to get a little shooting in before it started.
Stiles started to tie his cleats when he caught sight of Scott. "Hey, uh, Scott?" Scott looked up from tying his own cleats to look up at Stiles.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?" Stiles asked a little befuddled.
"Yeah, of... of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Well that was convincing. Stiles thought to himself. He rolled his eyes and pointed to Scott's foot.
"Well for one thing, you put your left shoe on your right foot." Scott looked down at his feet and groaned. He removed his shoe and put it on its correct foot without saying anything else to Stiles.
"Scott,"
"I'm fine Stiles, Okay?" Scott growled.
"No. It's not okay. I know when your frustrated. So spill it." Scott hesitated for a bit. Anything he tells Stiles usually gets him into some kind of supernatural trouble, but Stiles wasn't going to let this go. Scott took a deep breath and continued to tie his shoe.
"Deucalion asked me to join his pack again last night." Stiles rolled his eyes and walked towards the lockers.
"Doesn't't that jackwolf know when to give up?" Scott gave Stiles a smirk at his friends outburst. "You said no right?" Scott nodded his head, but the expression on his face told Stiles there was something else. "What else is wrong Scott?" Scott began to shake. He walked over to the locker room sink and splashed some water onto his face. He let the water keep running to calm his nerves. Stiles walked up to Scott concerned. He put a hand on Scott's shoulder to get his attention. Scott lifted his head and looked at Stiles through the mirror.
"Last night, Deucalion put some thing on my window." Stiles could tell when Scott was scared, but the tone in his voice told him he was more than just scared, he was terrified. Stiles reached over Scott and turned off the water.
"What did he put?"
"You'll regret this. You won't be able to protect him." Stiles thought for a moment.
"Who's him?" Scott started to go through all the options.
"I don't know Stiles. You, Derek, Ethan, Aiden, Isaac, who knows. All I know is that if I don't join the pack, someone is gonna get hurt!" Stiles jerked Scott around.
"Scott, hey. Calm down. Everything's gonna be fine. Okay?" Scott started to slow down his breathing.
"How do you know?" Stiles shrugged.
"I don't know. Maybe because everyone you mentioned are but kicking werewolves?" Scott shook his head.
"But you're not Stiles." Stiles smirked.
"True, but I do have my bat." Scott chuckled. Stiles was good with a bat.
"Okay. I'll try to forget about it." Stiles pinched Scott in the shoulder.
"Good, now can we please go shoot some balls?" Scott laughed then nodded his head. "Good. You need the practice." Stiles taunted.
"I do not." Scott argued.
"Yeah you do." Stiles shot back.
"Do not."
"Prove it." Scott smirked.
"Oh it's on."
After Scott made the game winning shot, the team tackled him and carried him to the locker room. Scott had never seen Coach so thrilled before as he charged into the room with the state lacrosse trophy in his hand.
"Yeah! We showed those sons of bitches who's best! Way to go kids!"
After Coach went to his office, Scott noticed that he hadn't seen Stiles at all after the game. He went to Stiles's locker and opened the door. His lacrosse bag was still inside. Scott looked through the crowd of celebrating teens, but he didn't see the one that he was looking for. Scott was beginning to get suspicious. He maneuvered his way to Coaches office and knocked on the door. It swung open revealing coach with a bottle of beer in his hand.
"McCall. What's up?"
"Have you seen Stiles? He isn't here but his lacrosse bag is still in his locker." Coach was obviously already becoming influenced by the alcohol, but answered Scott's question honestly.
"Nope haven't seen Stilinski since I last saw him. Now get home all of you! It's a school night!"
"Wait, where'd you last see him?" Coach didn't answer before he slammed the door in Scott's face. "Coach!" Scott groaned and hit the door. He walked back to his locker as the chaos started to die down.
Scott was beginning to worried. Stiles wouldn't just disappear after a major win like that. Scott took out his phone and pressed Stiles contact.
Hey, this is Stiles and you missed me, leave a message.
Nothing. He tried again, but it just rang until it hit his voicemail. Panic started rising up into Scott's chest making it hard for him to breath. He ran to his locker and packed his things in his lacrosse bag and ran out the door. He had to find Stiles and make sure he was okay. Just as he got onto his bike his phone began to ring. He took it out of his pocket and read the contact number. Stiles. He quickly answered it and held his phone up to his ear.
"Stiles, thank God. Where are you?" For long moments there was nothing, until a voice that wasn't Stiles' answered.
"Hello, Scott. I apologize for not answering the first few times you called. I was a bit pre occupied at the moment." Scott could hear the amusement in the mans voice, but he couldn't place the voice. It sounded familiar. But he couldn't place it.
"Who are you, and where's Stiles?" Scott growled not finding the amusement in the strangers voice comforting.
"Why Scott, I'm hurt that you don't recognize my voice." Everything suddenly clicked, and Scott became furious.
"Deucalion, I swear. If you even touch him,"
"You are in no position to threaten Scott. I have your friend. And I intend to do whatever I please with him until you find him."
"Just let him go, and I'll join your pack!" Scott pleaded.
"No no my boy. My previous offer is now off the table. You gave me no choice Scott."
"Tell me what you want! I'll do it. Just please let Stiles go." Scott begged. Deucalion laughed from Scott's frightened pleading.
"I'm not making any deals. You get Stiles back, when you find him. But I will tell you this. I get bored of things very easily. I don't know how long I'll want to keep this up. Goodbye Scott. Time is ticking."