Hello to whoever has stumbled upon this fic. This is my first time on FF and this is my first FanFiction story, so please take mercy on me if it's terrible. :) I've read Teen Wolf mating run stories and I wanted to do one myself for a long time. So anyways, without further ado I hope you enjoy my story.

Warnings for this chapter- Talk of murder and forced mating's, a bit of cussing...

Disclaimer-I sadly do not own Teen Wolf at all or any of it's characters.

(The start of a letter from Stiles to an unknown person-)

I always knew even when I was a child that Beacon Hills was special. The creatures from the fairy tails my mom would read to me at night were real and they were living in my town. I was never scared or worried when I saw fangs and magic wands, Mermaids and Banshee's, even Werewolf's. They fascinated me still do even, but now I am afraid. I know the harm these beautiful creatures can cause, and I can only hope that they can be stopped. So many innocent people have been killed or turned and I refuse to be next, I refuse for their to be anyone else to fall prey to a monster at night or day, I will save this town.

Stiles's POV-

{It's so dark, I'm lost, I don't know where to go. Where is everyone? Where's Scott and Allison? I can't be alone, there are noises everywhere. Why haven't they found me yet? I keep tripping and falling and it's getting harder to keep getting back up. I need to keep running, I can't stop. I have to make it till dawn, I have to make it home to my Dad. I fall again and there's silence. The screaming has stopped. I should be relived, I should be flooded with hope. I'm away from the the carnage, away from the monsters, I should stand a chance now, but something's wrong...It shouldn't be this quiet. I slowly climb back to my feet and I look around and see nothing.

I don't know how but I can feel it's eyes on me, watching me from the coverage of the darkness waiting to see what my next move will be. I take a deep breath and I run. I hear it chasing after me and I know I'm doomed, I know I can't escape from it but I won't go down without a fight. I look back briefly and the creature launches itself off the ground and knocks into me. No, no, no! I have to get back up, I have to make it home. I promised him I would! As I try to scramble back from it to find enough purchase to stand up, the beast uses its razor sharp teeth to sink into my ankle to keep me down. I scream out in agony and the creature lets go of me with my blood smeared across it's lips, dripping out from it's mouth. It only take few seconds but it feels like a lifetime as the werewolf jumps on top of me and while it looks into my eyes with its murderous ones it roars and bites down deep into my neck.}

I wake up gasping for breath and bring a shaking hand up to my neck but instead of feeling blood and open flesh I only feel smooth skin and I calm down. It was just a dream, a nightmare. I'm not in the woods, I'm at home and I can hear my dad downstairs making food. I gently sit up and get out out of my bed looking for my phone. Finding it from where it must've fallen on the floor I pick it up and see I have two missed voicemail's, one from Scott and one from Lydia. I press on Scott's and I relax as I hear his voice.

"Hey, Stiles. Happy birthday dude! I'm sure you're sleeping in now but I just wanted to call and tell you we've decided to meet at Lydia's at one. Lydia can't wait to see you so I suggest you hurry over as soon as you hear this or Lydia might come over to your house and drag you over here. Anyways, I'll see you later and tell your dad we're set for tonight."

Oh, crap! I look at the time and see that it's two-thirty. I look at Lydia's name and see her voicemail is from five minutes ago. Fearing the worst I press on hers.

"Ahemm...Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski! Where the hell are you! We're waiting for you to show up but strangely you haven't! You have ten minutes to get your ass over here young man before I go your house and drag you out out by your hair! I'll see very you soon, love ya."

I shouldn't have stayed up till five in the morning, Lydia's going to kill me for being late. The next few minutes are a blur as I quickly get dressed and rush downstairs. My dad is in the kitchen in the middle of flipping burgers when he sees me and frowns.

"Son? Why is your shirt on backwards? And why do you have ink all over your face?"

Damn I must've fallen asleep on my notes. I sigh and walk over to the table and grab a apple out of the fruit bowl. "I was up all night writing down contingency plans in case something goes wrong tonight."

As I bite into the apple my dad sighs. "Have you talked to Scott yet?"

"I got a voicemail from him, he said to say everything's set for tonight."

My dad shaked his head and started taking the burgers out of the frying pan to place them on a plate. My dad's a badass, he stands up for all the humans in this town. He risks his life everyday trying to protect the innocents, but he has one weakness and it's me. He's scared about tonight, I can tell he's afraid like I am that something will go wrong and I won't be able to come home. I put my apple down and walk over to my dad and I'm shocked to see tears streaming down his cheeks. Putting as much confidence into my words as much as I can I tried to comfort him. "Dad, everything will be fine. I'm coming home at dawn and we're gonna celebrate and eat pizza and enjoy the rest of the month. I won't get caught."

My dad looked up and his tears had stopped. "Stiles, if I thought we could make it I would make you leave this town right now to escape from having to run tonight. I believe in Scott and I believe in you, but I won't be able to keep going if you don't come back home. I can't lose you, not after after everything, not after your mother..." His voice trailed off and I knew he was remembering her death. He's never told me how she died but I'm guessing it was by a werewolf by how much hate he has for them.

It hurts to think her. The day my dad told me she was gone forever, I never thought we'd get past losing her. I can only hope now to be the person she wanted me to become, for me to become someone she would be proud of. Everyone who knew her thought she was brave and kind. My mom was so beautiful and she loved this town with all her heart but things had changed.

My dad told me it had started with a fire. Five years ago a human set the Hale house ablaze and murdered almost an entire house full of werewolves. There was only two survivors, Derek and Peter Hale. Peter was trapped in a coma and still has not awakened. Derek Hale was crushed and heartbroken, in just one night he lost all but one retaliative. Derek swore vengeance and all packs resigning in Beacon Hills formed into one mega pack and decided that no humans would take another supernatural life. The werewolves gained quick control over Beacon Hills despite the outrage and rebellion from the humans. Almost all other supernatural beings sided with the werewolves while few from each species have sided against them and have tried to protect the humans. The once sweet and caring werewolves grew vicious and craved power in all forms. The wolfs demanded much from money to being treated like kings and queens by the humans or else they would be killed off for their rejection.

A few years later after the wolves rose in power they grew restless and wanted companions who would bow to their every desire and never be able to leave them. The werewolves created what's called the full moon mate run. Once a month all humans who are of the age sixteen must participate in the monthly runs until they finally turn twenty-one, or is claimed by a werewolf, or killed by one. There were protests and parents tried leaving town with their children only to be met with claws slashing their throats and their children left screaming in their wake. Werewolves are creatures that love the thrill of the chase so by making these teens run and forcing them to become their mates they show off their strength and their ability to hunt and secure a mate. And they also show off their ability to kill by murdering a few teens in the runs if they deem them as weak and unsuitable for becoming a mate to a pack member.

There has been three full years of mating runs. Tonight marks the start of the fourth year and tonight also marks the date of my sixteenth birthday. I've lost so many friends to the monthly 'slave' runs. My best friend Scott barley made it through the night last year without being killed but at cost, he was turned into a werewolf. Since he is a supernatural creature he's no longer forced to be in runs anymore but now people look at him in fear thinking he'll turn become as evil as the other werewolves. Scott actually is still my best friend and he's far from the typical Beacon Hill's werewolf.

He's protective, he protects as many as he can in the monthly runs by keeping them safe until morning. Scott tries to stand up to the pack and trying to change them back to the way they were before the Hale fire. From what Scott has said, the pack always ignores him and tries to change him to be like them. If the pack knew about Scott protecting humans from them they would kill him. And if they knew about the Argents, about me, they would kill us all too.

"Stiles," my dad says bringing me out of my thoughts. "Please be careful tonight. Please stay by Scott and don't leave his side no matter what you see or hear." His breath hitched and he continued on. "Promise me you'll come home."

I looked into my dad's eyes and said, "I promise."

My dad nodded and hugged me, probably hoping this wasn't going to be the last time he would be ever able to do so. I might die during the run tonight, or be captured and become a slave to a werewolf who will never let me see my friends or my father again. Even though I have a plan and it might fail I intend to keep my promise to my dad and I will come back and hug him many more times and I will escape every monthly run until I'm not forced to anymore.

My dad let go of me and gave me a sad smile. "Do you want to eat with me or do you have to go meet with Scott?" He asked.

"Scott said he'll meet me over at Lydia's, I'm already late. But I'll be back in time before the Grievers show up." I tried not to let anger cloud my voice over when I said the last part. Grievers are the werewolves who've already won a slave in a past run and who are assigned to go to the houses in town to gather up all the humans who are of age to be in the run and bring them to the designated woods where the run will take place. We call them Grievers because of how much misery they cause by ripping the teens away from their homes and parents. They are also the ones who punish those who try to escape town or the ones who try to refuse participating in a run. If I refuse to go with my Griever tonight they'll kill my dad and take me regardless. There is no fighting them, or so they think. I need to talk to Allison...

My dad started to speak, breaking me away from my thoughts once again. "Don't keep them them waiting son. I'll save you some food to eat before you have to go tonight. Go talk to your friends and make sure you guys have everything you need for the run."

I couldn't help but to smile. "I'm sure Scott has a million things for us and I know Allison has a bunch of toys she's been wanting to try out."

My dad laughed. "I'm sure she does, tell the gang I wish them luck."

I nodded and and with a quick goodbye I was headed on my way to Lydia's.

Hey again, lovely reader. I hope you liked this chapter, there will be a continuation of Stiles's letter for each chapter, can you guess who he's writing too? Sorry if this chapter seems rushed or if the characters seem too out of canon. I'm actually torn on this story. Mainly on how dark Derek should be. Should he be against the werewolves being this way? Or should he be a dark werewolf in charge seeing Stiles and wanting to claim him? Or something in between? So if you guys want to see this continued please let me know which version of Derek you want so I know how to continue this story. Thank you and I hope to see you in the next chapter where you will see Stiles with the gang and find out how they've been preparing for the full moon. And for any Maze Runner fans I did borrow the word Griever because I thought it would be perfect in this story. And I promise you'll find out the deal behind the Argents! Anyways thank you and have a great day!