AN:Hello All!

Excuse the first chapter for lack of Stydia but I just needed to set the scene to start off and personally I think it gets better from there on out :)

Also feel absolutely free to review, rant, mourn and simply express your feelings on season 6 being the last, how sensational the previous 5 were and how Stydia has been a long time coming and doesn't Jeff Davis just know it...

Eagerly awaiting your response – A. Xxx

Chapter One

"Hey Stilinski, you don't happen to have a leash in that backpack of yours, do you? It's just, your fucking mouth keeps running. " Isaac grumbled. Stiles answered the werewolf in harsh whispers, dripping with his usual sarcasm.

"Umm, yeah actually I think...I think I do...yeah, it's, ugh...right here!" He held out his right arm and an extended middle finger. "I ought to actually invest in one for you, Lahey...maybe a sparkly collar while we're at it, not to mention a fucking muzzle."

"Guys. Come on." Their alpha scolded them from his crouched position just ahead of the two, testy boys. In total, there were six members of the pack hunched over, behind a large, rotting tree stump in the freezing Canadian weather surrounded by dark, dense conifers.

"I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, Scott. Sarcasm is my only defence." Stiles reasoned.

"That's all well and good Stiles" said Lydia "but Allison, Kira and I all agree that we don't want to be eaten alive tonight and speaking of, can we get up yet, Scott? My shoes are not ok with all the peat."

The pale beta with mousey-brown hair and chiselled cheekbones began to question... "Who the fuck is Pete, Lydi..."

"She's talking about all the dead vegetation you're currently crouching on dumbass!" Stiles explained, already irked by Isaac. They'd all come a long way in Chris Argent's old camper and it had been two weeks since they'd left Beacon Hills; everyone was starting to feel as though they were living out of each others' pockets perhaps a little too much.

"Seriously, everyone needs to cool it." Scott said. "I think we're ok for now but if you two keep arguing then that thing is going to circle back around and successfully kill us all. So shut the fuck up." Isaac, along with Stiles, accepted their alpha's wishes and Scott rose from their hiding space behind the old tree and everyone else followed.

The pack began making their way across the uneven, forest floor; six clouds of hot breath hung like speech bubbles over each and every one of their heads. For a short while, all that could be heard was the crunch of frosty, decomposing leaves beneath a dozen walking boots, accompanied by a chilling, whistling wind. Stiles Stilinski, however, was never one to be silent for very long...

"How in the hell are we in fucking Alberta right now?! I mean, we tracked this bastard all the way to frickin' Canada for God's sake and I'm freezing my balls off because of it...I mean it's alright for half of us...you guys have fur, fucking, coats but what about the more perishable half of the group?"

"Stiles," Lydia began, moving some of her long, red hair away from the corner of her lips so she could scold her hyperactive friend with more ease, "try running around in subzero temperatures butt-naked for a few days and nights." Lydia gave Stiles a pointed look with raised eyebrows. The rest of the pack couldn't help but laugh.

"Suck it up, Stilinski." Allison smiled, her stunning dimples beamed on her porcelain cheeks as she patted Stiles on the back with an air of camaraderie. She continued past him and went on to link arms with her grinning, boyfriend, who, Stiles thought, looked a bit too smug. In case you couldn't tell, Stiles and Isaac's tentative 'friendship' was still in its early stages but they were making progress. Slowly.

"Touché." Stiles happily conceded with a grin. It only reminded him of the fact that he had, indeed, seen Lydia Martin naked and lived to tell the tale...or rather retell it to his right hand every once in awhile. It's a good job ice-cool, Albertan air works just as well as a cold shower.

"You know," Kira spoke up, "I would totally feel a lot cooler if more of the gang was here. We've only seen this thing a few times but from what I can tell, it's frickin' huge."

"Yeah, but Derek and Braeden are in France with my dad right now..." Allison pointed out.

"Malia started fucking Theo and pissed off with him to go find her mom so I think it's safe to say they're out of the question..." Stiles stated clinically with a blank expression. He was mindlessly scuffing his boots, kicking at fallen debris as the close-knit group trudged on. Scott and Lydia turned to look back at him with an air of concern and furrowed brows. Everyone agreed that Stiles' reaction, or rather lack thereof, to Malia cheating on him had not been expected...there was no anger, no tears, just a meek acceptance. It was completely the opposite of Stiles' entire persona, it was all rather odd and no one had yet to get to the bottom of it.

"Good riddance." Lydia fumed.

"Agreed." Said Allison, the others nodded in approval.

"Yeah," Scott piped up, "and there is no way I was going to make Liam and Hayden miss any more school, I'm there alpha and I think they should at least get through junior year before I start dragging them half way cross country to chase all that is evil."

"I think I'm with Kira on this one guys." Isaac said. "I know education's important an' all but so is staying alive, y' know?" He smiled.

"Ha. Very true, babe." Allison said to appease him, smiling as she did so.

The conversation eventually dulled as it became harder to hear each other over the increasingly strong wind, even for those with supernatural hearing the weather seemed ridiculous. Each member of the pack had turned up their collars and hoods in a futile attempt to gain some protection from the blustery gale.

"McCall!" Lydia attempted to yell over the fierce current of air that was whipping around her. "Practically all the trees are at a forty-five degree angle, more and more snow is settling on the ground each and every second! I think Alberta wants a repeat of '67 and unless you want to end up like Luca Brasi, I say we make like Malia and get the fuck out of here, Scott!"

"What?!" He squinted through the onslaught of rain and sleet that was presently beating down upon his tanned face, trying to understand what the banshee girl was saying. "Stiles, translate?!"

"She's saying that this frickin' rain is turning almost biblical Scott and unless we wanna be sleeping with the fishes we should find shelter! Dude! How the hell have you not seen The Godfather yet?!" Stiles yelled over the rigorous wind, outraged.

"I've been kinda busy, Stiles."

"Did you even watch The Wolf Man?!" Stiles pressed.

"No, nor have I seen Star Wars either..." Scott frustrated rant was interrupted before his best friend could become too riled up. A magnificent groan came from the left of the pack; before they knew it an old Redwood was uprooted by the gale force winds and began its decent, crashing towards the frozen ground before them.

"MOVE!" Scott ordered and everyone ducked for cover as sharp, icicle-ridden branches whipped through the air, slashing at their thermals.

"Oh shit." Isaac breathed as he sat up surround by snow. Not too far from them, a dark figure, sickly-yellow eyes ablaze, was breathing heavily as it perched on the ancient roots of the fallen lumber. Its talon-like claws were embedded deep within the flaking bark.

"Umm, Scott..." Kira whispered shakily, clutching her boyfriend's forearm. When her supernatural eyes became accustomed to her surroundings, she too, noticed the eerie form as it materialised from among the blackness.

The alpha, the beta and the kitsune all blazed daggers into the darkness and were about to launch into attack mode when they were halted by a familiar metallic stench.

"Stiles..." A broken voice came from among piles of snow and fractured branches. Lydia removed her hand which had been pressed firmly against her breast bone, wet and crimson as ever.

"Oh my god, Lydia!" Immediately, Stiles unwrapped his scarf from around his neck, aiding the petit redhead by pressing the folded up material against the open gash across her chest. A particularly nasty branch had struck her, tearing through multiple items of newly-bought clothing and several layers of skin. She hissed in pain, lightheaded and woozy, clinging to Stiles for support as they stumbled up from cold ground.

"Stiles, get her out of here, now." Scott's voice was meticulously cold and held no room for negotiation. He meant business and his best friend understood that. Allison had already rummaged around her knapsack and was pulling out her cross bow, a second bolt hung in her nimble fingers ready to reload. "Stiles..." Scott's eyes were now glowing as red as the bloodstains on Lydia's manicured hands; they were trained on something in the obscurity of the forest that Stiles could not see, as were Isaac and Kira's.

"Stiles..."

"RUN!"