The little boy had seen the luminous blue eyes glaring at him through the window of the motel cabin and he had screamed and screamed, dropping the phone in the process and he had run for his father lying so still in the bed. His father had promised him that no nasty doggy could get through his magic barrier before Daddy had fallen into that deep sleep where he couldn't hear Kit calling for him, where he couldn't hear how scared Kit was, and how much he wanted his Daddy to cuddle him to make things better.

He had been whispering down the phone at the Sheriff, his Daddy had said it was safe to talk to the Sheriff but only the Sheriff because there were Doggy people in the Sheriff's town too and Daddy didn't want to have anything to do with them.

Now there was one outside the cabin, Kit hadn't heard him arrive because he was so intent on talking to the Sheriff, but now he could hear the angry growling, the fast heartbeat, and he could smell the rage and fur and blood lust dripping off the horrible stinky thing.

Kit's screams had made those scary eyes blaze and the thing leapt for the window, only to fall back with a pained howl and the smell of burning flesh and fur when it hit the magical barrier, The enraged beast tried again and again whilst Kit trembled and buried his face in his Daddy's arms, whimpering for him to wake up, his little fingers unconsciously turning into claws and digging into his Daddy's shoulders until Kit finally heard the slamming of car doors and deep growls and shouts that made the nasty Doggy stop and then run.

Kit's little body flooded with terror, what was so scary that it scared that big monster into running away? When Kit heard the many footsteps coming towards the cabin where his Daddy was lying defenceless, anger and fear forced the change without his conscious will. Kit and Cub both agreed. No-one was going to hurt his Daddy, no-one, and Cub was better at fighting than Kit. His claws were sharper and his teeth were longer and he had four paws with claws to do damage.

The cabin door swung open, Kit's sensitive nose smelt them. Doggys, lots of them, but blocked by Daddy's magic. A human had opened the door because the Doggys couldn't get to it. They were all in a sort of grey and green uniform with the same colour hats on their heads. Kit's ice blue eyes focused on the human, and he roared his challenge.

When his Daddy had fallen asleep on the bed, Kit had wanted to cry, he was so scared, those nasty men had hurt his Daddy but Daddy had managed to get them away, even when he had to carry Kit cos Kit was too scared to run.

Kit had tried to do what Daddy had whispered in his ear before Daddy's amber eyes had closed, he had tried to sleep curled up against his Daddy but he couldn't smell Daddy's proper scent. His Daddy scent was home and sweet spicy cinnamon and tickling and giggling and Reese's pieces candy and even the earthy popping powerful smell that made his nose tingle and tickle his insides when Daddy did his magic stuff, they were all his Daddy's proper smells. But all those lovely safe smells were buried under hurt, run, scared, blood and cold.

Even when Kit rubbed his head into Daddy's face and neck, lifted his limp hand to nuzzle his palm, pleading and purring cos his Daddy loved to hear his purring even when he teased Kit about it, his Daddy hadn't moved, at all. Nothing worked. Daddy's scent didn't change and it was hurting Kit somewhere deep in his chest and he didn't know what to do and he needed his Daddy and he didn't want to cry cos he was a big boy, but he couldn't stop his eyes from leaking cos he tried everything he could think of to try to bring back Daddy's proper scent, and make him wake up but he couldn't do it and when he felt how cold his Daddy was, he knew he had to have help.

He had been very, very little but he remembered how cold and still Mama had been in the dark scary building after the nasty people had hurt Mama before Daddy had found them both.
He was so scared that Daddy wasn't going to wake up just like Mama hadn't woken up and he remembered that telephone number Daddy had made him practice and practice and practice until he could say every single number in the right order and even tap them into a phone. Daddy had been really proud of him that day, calling him his clever cutie kitty cat. Kit pretended sometimes he didn't like Daddy's names for him because he was a big boy not a baby, but Kit liked the warm tingly feeling the names gave him, the same way his blue blanky used to make him feel when he was very little before he left it with his Mama when Daddy said she had to leave them and go to heaven to be with her Mama and Papa. He wasn't sure if Heaven was a cold place, cos it had lots of clouds and snow sometimes fell from clouds but Kit didn't want Mama to be cold when she was there. His Daddy had cried when Kit had told him and cried even more when Kit had asked how long Mama had to stay with Waipo and Waigong until she came home again.

So Kit reluctantly moved away from his Daddy and went to the grey phone besides the stinky couch in the small living area which had the silly little television that didn't work properly. He picked the handset up and pressed each numbered button carefully repeating the number out loud so that he wouldn't forget.

He held the handset to his ear and he was shaking so bad. When he heard the man's voice for a moment he panicked, he couldn't remember what his Daddy had called him. For some reason his fangs dropped, as if Cub wanted him to know he was there too, so he didn't have to be scared.
Then Kit remembered, and he whispered the words, lisping slightly because of his fangs, almost not expecting an answer when he said "Sheriff Stilinski". The last part, the surname had been hard to learn and his Daddy had given him this really sad smile when he had tried to say it the first time as if he wanted to laugh but something was hurting inside him, so Kit had made an extra special effort to learn to say it properly and that awful sadness had melted into Daddy's wide happy proper smile.

Daddy always smiled with his mouth, he smiled at everyone cos he said life was easier if you used honey instead of vinegar (Daddy had laughed and laughed when Kit had tried vinegar on his pancakes one morning to see if Daddy was right) but it was only for Kit that he smiled with his mouth and his eyes too. Kit was really proud that he had the same colour eyes as Daddy cos Daddy's eyes were beautiful and whenever he looked at Kit those eyes made Kit feel like the most special thing in the whole world. Kit kinda felt sorry for Cub that his eyes were blue, but Cub didn't seem to mind too much. Cub liked Daddy's eyes too. He always purred to make Daddy's eyes smile.

Kit heard the Sheriff's voice and suddenly he couldn't help himself, he was crying. Kit never cried with strangers, he would never let them see him cry. He only ever cried with Daddy, cos Daddy was safe and would look after him. Something about the Sheriff's voice made him feel safe too.
He knew the Sheriff would help his Daddy. But then he heard the voice of the doggy, talking in the background, using words Kit didn't understand and suddenly he was wary, why would the Sheriff have nasty Doggies with him?

Kit didn't know what to do and he rocked himself and whimpered his distress until the Sheriff's voice curled into his ears again and his voice was so kind and calm and sounded like home but he couldn't be home because Daddy was home and there was only Kit and Daddy now, so he didn't know what to do.

The Sheriff had to come to them to help Daddy by himself and when he answered the Sheriff's questions about his name, Kit had begged him to come alone, just like Daddy had wanted but before he could tell the Sheriff where to come and help them, Kit had raised his head and seen the blazing blue eyes staring at him through the window. He had dropped the phone as he screamed and ran for his Daddy.

The Sheriff had the patrol car door opened before Derek had even pulled to stop outside the Cabin.

He was out of the car with his gun drawn and moving towards the building but his Deputies moved with incredible speed and had him surrounded in a ring of werewolf protection before the sounds of the enraged howling of another creature had even hit his human ears. All of them except Derek had changed to their Beta forms, a sight John Stilinski still found incredible even after all the years he had been part of the pack.

Derek's famous glare was on his face, and he howled his warning at the inhuman beast behind the cabin. Boyd murmured quietly, "Scott, Isaac and Erica are coming through the woods now"

Derek grunted in acknowledgement but before he and Boyd could head for the snarling beast, it took off with a strange limping gait towards the woods, directly into the path of the oncoming Alpha and the other two weres.

Derek shrugged, Scott and the others would deal with it. He and the rest of the Deputies had their human boss and pack mate to protect and a child to save. But there was something strange, a scent he had never come across before. Yet there was a tantalising familiarity to it that teased at him. Before he could inform John, the Sheriff had already made his move.

He had stepped through the magical barrier as if it didn't exist, and he slowly pushed opened the door, his gun ready, using his experience to try to mitigate the risk of an outright attack, but he had to get into the cabin to make sure the little one was safe and find out if… find out if. Useless speculation would get him nowhere. He would know soon enough.

He stepped through the door, ignoring the loud and vocal protests of his Deputies because they couldn't follow him.

He came to a complete halt at the sight that greeted him. His gun dropping down to his side in a move that would have earned a severe reprimand for any of his staff.

On a double bed, crouched over the still body of a man was a white, no it was more a blue grey coloured Tiger cub. Ice blue eyes were focused on him like he was breakfast and the cub hadn't eaten for a week.
A surprisingly deep roar left the small creature's mouth which silenced his Deputies, until the cub leapt straight at him, claws and fangs visible and hissing with rage.

The Sheriff's arm came up in a movement that was pure instinct, his weapon primed and ready. The sound of a shot ran out.

AN:

I can't believe the reaction I have had to this one. You are all fabulous. Thank you xx

So second chapter, another cliff hanger and now you hate me, well I'd hate me too but I have already started the next chapter and know what's happening...does that make you hate me more? Hehhehe. If I get lots of reviews I might be encouraged to post chapter 3 before the end of the weekend... oh ignore that I am going to publish it anyway. I refuse to blackmail people into writing reviews, I just love the fact that my story is being read anything is a beautiful bonus xx

A couple of notes for you.

Note1: Grandma = Waipo and Grandpa = Waigong comes from Southern china (maternal) – this will make sense when I explain more about the fluffiest cutest were tiger cub in existence. Hope I have got this right Googled it so if its wrong let me know, happy to change

Note 2. Tigers can't purr, they chuff. But its my story, my head canon and Kit can purr because he's a supernatural being and I am not sacrificing the diabetes inducing fluff that this purring were tiger kitten can bring. Besides which in certain slang from other parts of my complex and delightful country "chuffing" either means bottom burping aka farting or vomiting after consuming copious amounts of alcohol, so no, I can't and won't have a chuffing were tiger baby. Sorry.

Enjoy peeps xx