3rd person POV
It all started when the Sheriff came by Scott's house saying how Stiles never came home last night. When Scott heard he called the pack immediately to ask them all if any of them had seen Stiles at all. They all replied with the same response, no. None of them had seen Stiles for a while now.
"Has he been acting weird at all?" Mr. Argent asked.
"He came to see me at the hospital" Mama McCall answered, "he said that he'd been having anxiety attacks and couldn't sleep at all. He said he would often black out or sleep walk a lot. So I gave him a sedative to make him go to sleep. Then I remembered that Claudia had the same symptoms before she passed."
Everyone was staring at Mama McCall while she spoke.
"Wait are you saying my son has cancer?" the sheriff asked looking at Melissa.
"I don't know what I'm saying it could just be a coincidence" she replied.
"Stiles told me something too" Scott added.
Everyone's gaze in the room shifted to him. Scott took a deep breath and told them everything that happened at school. On how Stiles looked like he was going to pass out any moment. How Stiles was freaking out because he had the keys to the chemistry room. How Stiles was the one to leave a message to Burrows to kill Kira. How the bolts and the present was Stiles idea and how Burrows did the same thing.
"Stiles was freaking out." Scott finished.
"Stiles sent Burrows out to kill Kira?" Agent McCall asked.
"No dad, I mean yes but not intentionally, I don't think he did. I know Stiles he couldn't harm a fly if he tried. I just I mean he said it was his handwriting on the board and I just, I don't know okay," Scott sighed frustrated.
"You do realise that—"Agent McCall began to say.
"Don't you dare say anything about my son. Stiles is not a killer." The sheriff cut him off with a glare.
Agent McCall sighed and opened his mouth again to say something but Melissa beat him to it.
"No stop. Say one more word about Stiles and I'll kick you out now no matter what you say. Stiles is an innocent kid. It must be the sacrifices you all made. I mean didn't you're boss say there was going to be darkness around Stiles, Allison's and Scott's heart. You've all been experiencing some dark things. I know it doesn't explain much but that has to be part of the reason why he's been acting weird."
"Scott is a werewolf Melissa for Gods sake. I'm not going to let him do this alone. What if Stiles is dangerous?" Agent McCall tried to reason with them one more time.
After he found out what his son was he was freaked out. Supernatural creatures couldn't be real could they? He knew he had to protect Scott.
"I've been doing this without you for a year Dad. I don't need you following me everywhere. I can control my self. You can't just waltz back into our lives and start to take control. We managed without you so far we don't need your help. And Stiles is my best friend. He's like my brother. We've been friends since we were kids. If Stiles was a crazy, psychotic serial killer I would know," Scott snapped.
"As entertaining as this is don't we have a scrawny, pale, sarcastic, annoying 16 year old to find? He may be a pain in the ass but he is part of our, oh so normal pack," Peter concluded sarcastically.
"Sadly Peter is right. We need to search for Stiles. He could be anywhere." Allison added.
Then Scott's phone started ringing and when he looked at the screen a wave of relief went over him. "It's Stiles," he confirmed. A wave of relief went through the room. "Stiles where are you?" Scott pressed the speaker after picking up, "we've been worried sick."
"Scott," said a scared and weak voice over the speaker.
Everyone in the room looked at each other holding their breath. "Help me please help me." A look of worry went through the Sheriff, his hand reaching for his gun, a reflex he had as if he was ready to race to his sons rescue.
"Stiles, Stiles where are you?" Scott yelled through the phone.
"I don't know where I am. Scott it's so dark in here. I can't move. Please help me."
Scott looked over at Derek and Isaac in horror.
"Stiles what was the last thing you remember? Maybe that can give us a head start on where to look," Scott reassured, trying to keep his breathing steady. "I was at the hospital and these things in masks, dressed in all black, came out of no where. Scott please… help me," Stiles cried. Scott looked at everyone around the room. He was absolutely horrified. He didn't know where Stiles was. Then the phone disconnected.
"Stiles? Stiles?" Lydia screamed in panic.