I'm being chased. I'm running but i'm not going anywhere. Its like I'm getting farther and farther away from an escape. I fall and feel a sting like knives in my back. Like claws sinking into my back and I hear a growl. Next thing I know I'm alone. All I see is a shadow figure in the distance. Its walking towards me and as it gets closer it starts looking more like a person. Its Scott. His eyes are red. Not like an Alphas but like a demons. "You didn't think you were going to get out of here alive Stiles, did you?" The voice doesn't sound like Scotts voice. I doesn't sound like anyones voice, but its there. All of a sudden he's behind me. He digs his claws into my neck. "I wish it didn't have to end this way." He rears back his hand and-

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Stiles wakes with a start breathing heavily and drenched with sweat. "Just a dream Stiles, just a dream." He says rubbing his eyes. He checks his clock. Its seven thirty on a Friday morning in sunny Beacon Hills. He hears his dad down stairs making a quick breakfast before he leaves for the weekend to go to a sherifs weapons convention two hours away, and that means Stiles will have the house to him self for a weekend. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and as soon as his feet touch the floor a chill runs up his spine. He crosses his arms and rubs his hands quickly up and down his arms in an attempt to warm up. He checks the weather on his phone. Its supposed to be 85 degrees today. "Why the hell is it so cold." Stiles thinks. He stands up and a rush of pain surges through his head causing him to double over holding his head. He waits for the pain to die down and walks to his closet grabbing the closest T-shirt he sees and his favorite red sweat shirt, zips it up all the way, throws the hood on his head and slowly makes his way down stairs.

His head throbs with every step, but he tries to hide it so his dad doesn't notice. The last thing he wants is for his dad to worry.

"Morning Stiles." His dad says pouring some milk into a cereal bowl. "Your up pretty early."

"Oh, well I have a English test first hour so I might as well make it to school on time today." Stiles says sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. His voice sounds scratchy and rough and his dad notices.

"You ok there bud? You don't sound too good." Sheriff Stlinski says looking worriedly at his son. Stiles panics and quickly thinks of a lie.

"Oh...yah well...I was up pretty late studying for the test."

Sheriff Stlinski nods and goes back to making his cereal. "So you sure your gonna be ok here alone the weekend?"

"Of course dad. I'll be fine, don't worry about it." Stiles lies again. The only thing he wants right now is to tell his dad that he feels like shit and have him stay home and take care of him, but he cant, he doesn't want to ruin his dad's weekend.

"Well I gotta get going. I need to get to town by 9 and its a two hour drive. Call me if you need anything. Love you buddy." Sheriff Stlinski says patting his sons back on the way out.

"Love you too." When Stiles heard his dads car leave he lays his head down on the table. Another wave of pain surges through his head. He groans and closes his eyes tight. He waits for the migraine to be over to grab his backpack and his keys and head off to school. He knew that this was going to be a long day.