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"Stiles. Stiles. Wake up, buddy." a soft voice bubbled up from the fogginess of sleep. Only I wasn't asleep. I had been knocked out by a frigging werewolf hunter. Great. Just freaking great! I tried to sit up but the pain in my head was so great, I felt I might be sick. "Whoa. Easy, Dude."

"Scott?" I asked squinting through the black dots in my vision. Sure enough, there was my best friend, looking down at me with worried eyes. I looked around to take in our surroundings. I was surprised to find most of the pack, Erica, Isaac, Boyd, Jackson, Lydia, Allison, and even Peter, sitting there with us. We were trapped in giant metal cell. The only lights came from two large light bulbs that hung from the middle of the ceiling. I looked back up to Scott, confusion clear on my face. "What's going on?"

"I don't know. Allison and I woke up here about two hours ago. Boyd and Erica were already here. They threw Lydia and Jackson in fifteen minutes later. Then Peter and Isaac a half hour after that. They just brought you in like ten minutes ago." he listed off, helping me sit up. I reached up and gingerly touched my forehead. I immediately winced and drew back in pain. My fingers came back lightly stained with blood. I groaned.

"Perfect. This is exactly how I wanted to spend my Saturday. Locked up in a cell with a concussion and a bunch of werewolves." I complained leaning up against one of the cold walls of the cell.

"Hey!" Lydia and Allison both protested in annoyed voices. I pointed at them and frowned.

"Shut up! You know what I'm talking about." I slurred out, stumbling over my words. Peter chuckled from the shadowed corner where he was sitting like the creeper he is. Boyd and Erica were sitting side by side, their hands clasped together. Lydia and Jackson were clinging to each other; his arm across her shoulders. Allison had her head leaned against Scott's shoulder, who sat nest to Isaac. I sat close by with my head in my hands, trying to remember how I got here.

Not able to sit still for long due to my ADHD, I ended up on my feet, pacing back and forth on the concrete floor. I searched my pockets for my phone. Jackson rolled his eyes and sneered, "Don't bother, they took all of our phones."

I glared at him and went to the single door, that had not opened in the short time I had been here. I searched the frame to try and find an opening that I could at least look through. I heard Peter's cool voice pop up from behind me. "Already tried that."

"Well have you tried using your freak of nature strength to rip the door off its hinges?" I asked sarcastically. Boyd nodded solemnly and said something like it was lined with mountain ash. I cursed and began to pace again. I finally stopped and asked, "How did we even get here?"

"Allison and I were in the woods. I think that someone knocked us out." Scott said looking to his girlfriend who nodded, agreeing with his story. I looked towards Jackson and Lydia.

"We were at the mall. Pretty sure the creepy maintenance man followed us out to our car and chloroformed us." Lydia explained examining her nails. She seemed totally unfazed with the fact that she and her boyfriend had been kidnapped.

"Boyd and I were waiting for Derek in the reserve. We were supposed to train there. I remember smelling something weird; wolfs bane maybe." Erica recited, playing with a lock of her golden blonde hair. Isaac shrugged.

"I was pulled into a white van while I was taking a walk. Classic right." he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. I looked over to Peter for his explanation only to find him peacefully sleeping against the wall. I rolled my eyes at the PedoWolf and went back to my spot next to Isaac. He looked over to me and asked, "What about you?"

"I was visiting my mom. Some knocked me out with a bat, thus the lovely, throbbing, bleeding gash on my forehead." I grumbled with slight hesitation, closing my eyes. I heard a shuffle and then felt a pair of cool hands gently prodding the cut. I opened my eyes to find Allison in front of me with her scarf and a water bottle. I looked at her, confused. "Where did you get the water?"

"They threw a couple bottles in about a half hour ago." she replied before wetting her colorful scarf and began to wipe the blood from my face. I smiled at her gratefully.

"Who are "they" anyways?" I asked trying not to wince as Allison got a bit to close to the open wound. She mumbled an apology and continued her work. Allison stiffened.

"Hunters." she replied simply in a bitter tone. My eyes grew wide as I awkwardly cleared my throat.

"Relatives of yours?" I asked unsure of how it would sound. She shook her head.

"No. These ones are part of another family. I don't know which though." she finished cleaning my face and handed me her scarf to hold against the cut until it stopped bleeding. I smiled up at her in thanks, feeling bad for ruining her clothes. She went back to her spot by Scott and fell into his arms. I had one more question that I had to ask but one I didn't really want the answer to.

"What do they want." the room fell silent which made my stomach drop. Nobody knew.

"What do you think? They want Derek." Peter said from his corner, surprising us all. When had he even woken up? I'm telling you he is a creeper! Realization fell on all of our faces as it all clicked. They had the whole pack except for the Alpha. Where was Derek?

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