Hey guys, I know it's been a while but I wanted to let you know that I have a new story! I've really been on a Sterek kick lately and thought I'd publish my own little story, please read and enjoy!

By the way, this story takes place after the alpha pack and everything but with the Hale family still in Beacon Hills and Boyd and Erica still alive, and I think I want Jackson still here to but I'm not sure, what do you guys think?


Stiles sat staring at his computer barely even moving. He'd been sitting there for almost an hour now, just sitting and thinking. Still kind of in a daze over what had happened. Just a couple hours ago Stiles had been with the pack, it'd been a normal day. Everyone was laughing, Derek and he and been exchange little insults with each other, nothing serious, just their typical banter. That is until she showed up and messed with everything.

The witch had entered from the forest line near the newly remodeled Hale house, without anyone noticing her approach, and looked completely normal except for the fact that she had glowing green eyes that stared at Derek with complete and utter hatred. It was rather apparent that the two of them knew each other by her face, Derek how ever didn't show any signs of recognition, just that incredible look that he got when something of his was threatened, the look where you knew he would protect you no matter what happened. Stiles wouldn't ever admit it but he kinda really liked seeing that look, it made Derek see that much more normal. Reachable.

There had been yelling, lots of it. Some of the werewolves had been shouting at the witch to leave or tell them what she wanted, Boyd had moved in front of them to protect them. Until at last the witch had raised her hand toward where Derek and Stiles had been standing, with Stiles only slightly behind the Alpha wolf. She spoke a lot of gibberish, probably whatever language witches spoke, and the only actual English that she said Stiles understood, "Hold on tight, boy. For you blood shall race with the fire of the moon soon."

A light sprung from her hand and shot at Derek, and Stiles, being the idiot that he was, jumped in front of the sourwolf and was hit by the almost blinding light himself. The witch quickly left after that. Stiles could barely understand anything that was happening, the world seemed to become very fuzzy and Stiles was just looking around and the people seeming to panic, asking if he was okay. He managed to tell them that he was, at least Stiles thought that was what he said. The next thing he knew Scott was driving him home and brought him to his room. Where he was. Sitting and staring at him computer trying to understand what happened not that long ago. Stiles didn't feel weird, like anything had really happened to him, he felt rather normal.

Stiles sighed and shook his head, he needed to know what was going on or else he'd go insane. He grabbed his phone from the desk and shot Scott a quick text, 'Dude whats happening?'. He threw his phone onto his bed and headed downstairs for some food, he could really use some substance in him right now.

It was almost two hours later, near 10 o'clock at night that Scott finally responded. Stiles stared at his phone before shaking his head, Scott didn't make any sense sometimes and this was one of those times. 'jst got hme, txt u l8r'

Stiles shrugged, if something important had happened Scott would've told him. Stiles was sure of that. So he headed off to bed.


Stiles stared at the fox sitting in front of him, it's beautiful red fur shining in the moonlight. He smiled and knelt down on the damp forest floor, holding his hand out to the small animal. It's tail twitched and it stared back at Stiles with the most beautiful eyes that Stiles had ever seen.

"It's okay." His voice was soft and melodic, flowing like a summer breeze. The fox's head tilted to the side, it's ears up as it listened to the boy.

Stiles did the same tilting his head only moment after the fox had, suddenly hearing a crackling noise in the distance, he frowned. Not recognizing what could be making such a sound.

"What is that?" His eyes wandered from the fox into the direction of the noise, a red light glowed in the distance, seeming to get brighter after a few moments, something felt wrong. Stiles could feel it in his bones, like he had to do something, and fast. He stood up and the fox let out a soft mewing noise, a rather sad sound that made Stiles want to do the same.

"What is it?" Stiles glanced at the fox his voice beginning to fill with worry, hoping the creature would answer his question but it didn't. Instead the fox did shook his fur and headed to the light, picking up speed as it went, jumping over the plants and roots in its way.

"Wait!" Stiles lifted his hand to the fox and noticed his nails were longer, sharper, like claws or talons. He frowned and looked at it closer, bringing his hand closer to his face and examining his new nails.

It was like-


"Stiles!"

He awoke from his dream in with a gasp, jerking up in his bed and looking over at his father who was standing, arms crossed, next to his bed.

"Shit! You scared me, dad!" The words left Stiles mouth before he even had the chance to realize he was saying them, something he was used to and hated about himself. He grimaced and made a face, "Sorry, you startled me."

The Sheriff looked at him, obviously upset, but didn't comment on Stiles' foul language, instead he just said, "I'm going to be home pretty late tonight, if I come home at all. Why don't you invite Scott or someone over while I'm gone?"

Stiles nodded and grinned, "Sure sounds like a blast!"

His father shook his head, "I'll leave some money downstairs for you, just-" he paused, "please don't get into any trouble while I'm gone? I don't want to come back to find the house burned down."

Stiles flinched at the mention of fire, not sure why, but the thought of fire made him feel a little queasy, "I promise, dad, I won't burn down the house."


What do you guys think? Should Jackson be in this story? Review and let me know your opinion?