This is the summary I was given:
Summary: What if Stiles had moved out of Beacon Hills instead of Derek? Stiles returns intent on meeting up with his long lost friend, Scott but there's more than one secret Stiles is hiding and Scott has a few of his own.
I was also given some details that I shall keep from you to keep the mysteriousness of the story. This is the horrible outcome.
Genim Stilinski pulls the child closer to him and hushes the yellow-eyed girl in his arms. He cards his fingers through the girls long brown locks as he presses a hand to his own lips to quiet his breathing. He listens as angry growls pass by over head. He squeezes his eyes shut and holds the child who stays quiet, unsure of the dangers that stood just outside the doors.
"I don't care how much he means to you, when I find the little shit I'm ripping his throat out!" A female voice shrieks a growl attached to the end of it.
"In order to do that we have to find him first." A male voice tells her and Genim is careful not to shift behind the door, not to alert the humans of his presence. He listens as the threats move around outside before a door slams shut. He listens carefully.
"They're gone Sti. What's wrong?" Genim shakes his head and pulls the little girl closer.
"I'm taking you home Emily. My father can protect you there, they won't find you there." He promises her and she smiles lightly at him, showing off the fangs. "Alright, no wolf for a while Emi, okay?" She nods and the half-wolf face slowly shifts to a human one. Her eyes are a normal brown and teeth dull and white. "We've got a long way to go before we're safe again." He opens the door and peers around the house before setting down the young girl. He hurries out of the house, pulling Emily with him.
The front door shuts behind him, leaving the trashed house empty and quiet. The closet door is left open with a dent in it. There is broken glass and papers strewn about the rooms. Lights are broken, tables are flipped, the couch is torn up, the TV is on its side with a cracked screen. His room is trashed. The note he wrote has been torn to smaller bits that rest throughout the house, his bed is flipped and almost torn in half, empty drawers thrown, wall cracked and broken, light shattered. Her room looks better, blankets having been thrown about in a careless manner and dressers torn apart. They kept her room because if given the chance they'd try to convince her to kill before they kill her.
He runs for a few miles, picking Emily up halfway to the house he had abandoned his stuff at. He's cautious in his steps and his eyes dart in every direction while he asks her to keep listening, keep smelling. Genim tells her to tell him if there is danger and enters the house. He grabs their bags and packs up the car, he's had this planned, his great escape. He knew where he was going, when he was going and how he'd get there. He grabs the keys from the table and hurries to the car, they wouldn't get them.
"Alright, sleep, Emi, we've got a few miles to go. I'll wake you okay." He buckles her in her seat and runs a hand through her hair. "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe." He tells her before shutting the door and hopping in the passengers seat. He starts the engine and pulls out, speeding down the street.
The car tears down the street, it passes by houses and trees. He drives straight for a few blocks before yanking the steering wheel and heading onto the highway. He glances in the rearview mirror for a long time before he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. They weren't following them, they were clear. Genim smiles and sets his eyes on the pavement burning under his headlights. Genim Stilinski was heading home.
AN: It's short because I can, plus I like teasing people. Christmas gift? I'll see you next year on this story. I was given a summary, I was given details. I put them together and this is the outcome. This. Is just. The beginning.