It was a good day today. No voices in his head at the moment, no worse thoughts than usual. No tingle under his skin needing to get out. The good days follow the worse ones though. He woke up with a dead blue bird on his pillow, and beads and feathers in his now braided hair.

The Tribal fox spirit liked it when his hair jangled, and it made the good days come more often, so Stiles allowed a few of the beads to stay in his now longish hair.

His father had warned him of how he shouldn't appease the thing, make it appease him, like his mother had, but it made life easier this way- plus he didn't want to feel it's anger ever agin.

Stiles mother locked it out until he was seventeen, expecting to teach him herself the ways of the fox. But she died and Stiles Fox was pissed at being locked out of his Stiles. The absence of the young Fox itself was half the reason Claudia got sick at all, her own Fox taking away its healing power and allowing her illness to come back full force.

It didn't help that in his fox's rage he summoned a Nogitsune from the ashes. All that Chaos changed his tribal Fox Center to a Chaotic Center rather than its original Healing one like it was when he was younger.

His eyes changed with it. They went from a nice chocolate to a bright whiskey color. The pack didn't notice the small changes.

His dad had them, a month after the incident, take a vacation to Australia to visit his moms side of the family. There they helped him control his trickster side, and the awakening majic that came with it. They also tried to help him find a familiar, but they had no such luck.

Stiles went back to Beaconhills with a tan, sun-streaked hair and a smile. He gifted the pack with matching protection bracelets, some more per style of the person like Lydias and Derek's.

Stiles seemed to notice more now, about his surroundings and he was aceing all his classes. He was unbenched from the Lacrosse team and put on first line with Scotty. He was happier than ever before, and always had a smile on his face.

That changed however when the pack began pulling away from him. It was gradual, but about two months after the incident the Pack wasn't telling or inviting him to meetings. Even Deaton stoped answering his texts and calls. Even simple questions about herbs he was interested in at the moment.

Stiles became depressed very quickly, and withdrew into himself. He stopped talking as much as he had grown used to, and didn't try as hard in his work, too busy worrying about the Pack.

It was then when Derek asked him over for a Pack meeting. He rushed over, and was the last one there. He had a very bad feeling about this. A very bad one indeed.

As he enters Derek's loft the pack, along with some new additions, turned to see him. Stiles examined the New Pack, and knew what was about to happen as several of them turned their backs as if reluctant to see the next part.

" Hey , Scotty. Nice of you to invite your pet human to the meeting. Oh. Wait. I'm not the packs human anymore, am I , Brother?" Stiles said as he strode into the newly painted room radiating rage.

" Stiles- you haven't been yourself sense the the the -" stutters Scott

" Go on , dearest alpha. Say it. And not just 'the incident ' as you all like to call it. Call it what it was Scotty. "

" Ever sense the Demon, you've been different. Strange. Not yourself. " many others- the new ones- nodded along

" So you're kicking me out. Of my family. Of my home. Of my LIfE, Scott. Do you even know what it means to be banished from a Pack? Has Derek graced you with the consequences of doing it?"

" What consequences?" Scott asked

" I am officially Banished from Beaconhills California. Permanently, or until I am invited back. If I don't leave within the month, the oh great and glorious McCall/ Hale Pack has free reign to kill me, my family and anyone I care for. Now that in itself would be a problem, as all I care about in this town was my Brother in all but blood. And now I see that that was a horrible idea. As are the rest of them, now that I think of it. "

"Stiles...I didn't-"

" See Scott, that was always my job, wasn't it. Come in and save the day with fingers crossed and a baseball bat. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a house to pack and a father to say goodbye to. Give my regards to Allison for me , Alpha McCall. Give her Daisies " Stiles walked toward the door with his head held high.

" You're going to just... let him go?" Asked one of the newest boys.

" Stiles Stilinski, you are hear by Banished from McCall and Hale lands until allowed otherwise. You have two months to leave our lands. " Scotts voice was final and echoed loudly in the quiet room.

Stiles paused at the loft door and turns back around to face the Pack. He smirked at them all and made eye contact with Scott. He bowed low at the waist , keeping eye contact. He straightened up and spoke final words that alightened throughout the loft like a prison sentence

" Goodbye, my Alpha,my Brother , my friend. " his words were hollow, and sounded as if spoken by the Nogitsune.

The original members of the pack all froze stiff. In fear or shock Stiles didn't care.

Stiles walked out of the building and made his way home. He informed his father of what had happened and they began packing immediately. The next day the Sheriff put in his two weeks and they decided to move to Australia with the rest of their family.