Author's Note: Hey, Sc0rPi052 here. Sorry it has taken me forever to finally update this. I've been distracted with school, work, and other crap going on in my life. Since my last update, senior year has come and gone, summer work, and my first semester of university is coming to an end with finals for me starting on the fourteenth of this month. Anyway, even with this, I feel like I've let you guys down a bit by not putting more time and effort into regular updates. I want to tell you that this story has NOT been forgotten and I will do my best to update more regularly than I have been. So without further ado, here is the next chapter and I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 2
Stiles was lost.
He had been running for the better part of two days and he was tired, alone, and hungry. Since he had run away from that scene of blood and what had probably become the site of Adara's death, Stiles had still yet to see any sign of Egan. Fortunately he had also yet to see any sign of another human and was therefore beginning to think that he was safe from the hands of the facility.
Currently however, Stiles found himself on the boarder of making a possibly terribly wrong decision. If he wanted to continue forward, Stiles would be crossing into the territory of a pack of supernatural creatures that he KNEW he shouldn't cross; Werewolves. Living in the facility for as long as he had, Stiles had known quite a bit about such creatures in particular. He knew that there were three categories; Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Alphas were the leaders of a pack, the only wolf with red eyes and the ability to literally become their inner wolf. Betas and Omegas were similar enough, sharing a golden eye colour and the ability of a partial transformation. The major difference between the two was that Omegas lacked a pack or were the bottom rung of the ladder in the pack.
However, if Stiles had learned one thing above all else during his time within the walls of the facility, it would be that the majority of supernatural creatures were not kind at all. The werewolves in particular had been very ferocious and in truth Stiles was most definitely not looking forward to facing any more of their kind.
Thus lead to the current situation. Stiles was lost and without knowing where he was, he needed to decide whether he would continue forward into the territory of the possibly ferocious beasts or chance heading back the way that he had come and more than likely end up in the hands of the facility men once more.
Whimpering to himself as he pawed a bit at where Stiles knew the border to be, he weighed the pros and cons in his mind. There was only one decision that gave Stiles the opportunity to continue his journey though, no matter how scary or possibly dangerous it may be. Stiles would reunite with his parents again, that was not a topic up for debate. He craved his mother's warm embrace and father's reassuring words and refused to let anything stop him from achieving this goal.
So exhaling in a small sigh, Stiles stacked up his determination and took his first step into the wolves' territory.
Senses on high alert in an attempt to keep himself from ending up as werewolf chow, the sound of twigs breaking from Stiles' right caused him to jump an inch or so into the air as he turned to face the sound. The werefox's heart was beating a mile a minute in his tiny chest and though Stiles knew that it would only give away his location to the wolves, he couldn't help its frantic beating.
He'd been wondering the new area for the better part of a few hours and had come across a small body of water not too long ago. Stiles had immediately been grateful and thus took some time to indulge himself in soothing away the dryness in his throat. However that had been at least thirty minutes ago and Stiles had covered some ground since then. The small body of water had soon transitioned to dirt, large trees that towered over his small form, and areas of shrubbery.
It was one such shrub that Stiles was staring into now, attempting to determine what type of creature had been behind the snapping of the twigs. Straining his eyes in an attempt to see something past the green bush, Stiles completely missed the signs of the approaching danger until it was too late. He let out a surprised yip as his vision was all of a sudden went completely dark. Fear gripped his tiny fox heart as Stiles struggled with all his might to free himself of the confines of whatever had be thrown over his small form to shroud his vision and restrain his movements.
When Stiles all of a sudden felt himself be picked up, still stuck within his confines, his struggles grew wilder. Teeth and claws worked together in an attempt to tear away what Stiles soon discovered to be fabric and be free to fight or flee once more. It was only once Stiles felt himself be pressed against a warm body and soft murmurs began to reach his ears that Stiles finally began to calm. With his heart still beating frantically in his chest, Stiles felt the fabric shift around him and his vision was clear once more.
Before him was a young woman, seemingly in her early to mid-twenties, with long brown hair and intelligent brown eyes. As Stiles watched, the woman smiled at him, making small cooing noises in what Stiles assumed to be an attempt to further calm him down.
Glancing around at his surroundings once more, Stiles realized that he wasn't alone with this woman in this wooded area. His attention was brought to a silhouette by the trees beyond the young woman.
"Laura?"
The voice that had spoken was definitely male and as the silhouette stepped forward to enter the clearing as well, it was proven that the voice belonged to a young man. He looked well built, as if he spent quite a bit of his time working out and from taking in his features (brown hair and eyes), Stiles believed that he could safely come to the conclusion that these two were related.
The woman stopped cooing and turned back to acknowledge the young man as he stepped forward.
"Hey Derek, look who I found wandering around out here all alone."
Stiles shifted a little from within his fabric prison as the man, Derek apparently, stepped forward. Stiles wasn't stupid, this was wolves territory and the fact that these two were hanging out here meant one of two things. Either they were part of the werewolf pack who owned this territory, or they were two incredibly stupid people who wandered a little bit too far from home.
Taking a breath to verify their scents, Stiles heartbeat began to speed up once more. 'Werewolves it is then' Stiles thought as he tried to move his body into a position from where he could shed the fabric surrounding him and get away from these predators. As Derek came close enough to see Stiles himself, he looked back to the woman with an unimpressed face.
"Really Laura?" he began, "It's a fox"
As Stiles finally found a position that would work, he pushed himself from the confines of the fabric and launched himself from the woman, Laura's, grip. The direction caused him to fly right at Derek though and in an attempt to avoid Laura's reaching hands and Derek's arms prepping to retrieve him, Stiles dug his claws into his shirt and used it to climb up to his shoulder. From this point, it was a simple thing to jump back to the ground and flee into the surrounding bushes.
Or it should've been, if he hadn't immediately frozen at the sight of the third werewolf. An older man stood in front of Stiles, blocking the path of his escape. The glowing blue eyes caused a shiver to go down Stiles' spine and he let out a growl as his fur began to stand on end. Blue eyes weren't too common in wolves but Stiles had heard the rumors during his time in the facility. Blue meant death, those eyes signified that this particular wolf had taken a life and this man, whoever he was, was not afraid to show off that fact.
"Peter!" That was Laura's cry and Stiles growl transitioned into a surprised yip as he was once again lifted from his place on the ground.
"You're mother wishes for the two of you to return now," Peter's eyes did not leave Stiles small form as he spoke and Stiles shivered at the crazy vibes that he was getting off the man. "The yearly search is tonight."
Derek sighed at that and Stiles realized with a start that it was him who had scooped Stiles up off of the ground.
"I doubt we'll find the kid. It's been ten years now and we still have no leads."
"Even so," that was Laura and Stiles turned to her only to see a small, sad smile take over her features. "We owe it to the Sheriff to keep looking. We used to look for months on end; this one day of the year is a day we can spare."
AN: Thus, chapter 2 is up. Hope you enjoyed and I'll aim to get the next one up as soon as I can. To make some things clear with the timeline I'm using; Stiles is 16 at the time of this chapter. I believe that is the same age he is at the beginning of the first season of teen wolf as well. To make things simpler, at the time of this chapter, I am deciding to put Derek's age at 22 and Laura at 24. Be sure to review as creative criticism always helps to improve a piece of writing. Thanks for the continued support!
