CHAPTER FOUR PART ONE OF TWO – STILES

[NOTE: this chapter has been written in two parts, one with Stiles, and the other Erica. I decided to have them in the same chapter because I didn't have many words, and let's be honest, I was running out of ideas...This is what I get for not planning this before I started. This is the last chapter, although there will be an epilogue coming out tonight or early tomorrow...]

Erica stayed for three days until one day Stiles announced that he needed to get something important from Scott's place. He had told her to come with him but she refused. He kept telling her to come, to keep her safe, but she didn't go. Instead, she kissed his lips softly and told him to go.

The tingling sensation remained on Stiles' lips for quite a while. He drove on cloud nine, a smile was plastered on his face and he used a free hand to occasionally trace his lower lip. Finally, he thought.

Stiles made a pit stop at the gas station when he saw that his Jeep was almost empty. He filled up the car and went to pay for it, grabbing a bottle of Red Bull on the way out. He hadn't been sleeping very well lately, he kept having nightmares about something happening to Erica—it sucked.

Stiles made his way back and got into his car. As soon as he turned the car on, he heard the door locks slam down. He looked around and saw four people in the car; one next to him, holding a gun to his head, and the other three were in the back seat, arms crossed, smirking.

"Drive" the gun wielding man said, and Stiles obeyed.

"Where...where do you want me to go?" Stiles asked, his breath shaky.

"The old warehouses on Beacon Avenue...come on, little man. Drive..."

Stiles obeyed and soon arrived to the venue. They led him out of the car, a gun still pressed to his forehead. A woman punched a button on the side and the door lifted up. They took him inside and bound his wrists together, pushing him to his knees.

One of the men stood in front of him, looking down at Stiles, smirking. He lifted his fist and punched Stiles. He punched him so many times, and so hard that Stiles soon lost consciousness.

PART TWO – ERICA

Erica's eyes fluttered open to the sounds of birds chirping. She lifted herself up and yawned, stretching her arms in the process. She looked at Stiles' alarm clock and saw that it had been a little over two hours since he left. She began to worry; it only takes ten minutes to get to Scott's house. Erica feared for the worst, they've found him, she thought, oh no, they fucking found him.

She saw a note taped to the door and she got up to read it; Go to Warehouse 24 on Beacon Avenue if you ever want to see your pathetic boy toy again.

Erica started running to the Warehouses, they weren't too far and her wolf speed would take her there quickly.

When she arrived, Erica was greeted by the two wolves from before. They didn't say a word but they just harshly dragged her inside. It was dark, cold and dark.

They pulled her arms back and bound them with rope. Erica struggled and screamed out Stiles name, but all she heard was a muffled sound from above.

The lights flickered on, and Erica was blinded for a moment. She saw Stiles there, his hands bound above his head, he was hanging from a ceiling light. He was sweating profusely; it looked like he was crying.

"Please," Erica pleaded, "Please, let him go. Take me instead, you don't need him. It's me you want, not him. PLEASE?"

Will nodded to one of the wolves and he undid Stiles so he fell to the ground, he cried out when his knees hit the concrete floor. Three wolves seized the boy and dragged him outside. Erica prayed that they were going to let him go, too many people had died because of her, and she planned to end it now.

Will bent down to Erica's level and he put his hand on her cheek, stroking it gently. It made her shiver, it made her want to bite his goddamned hand off, but she constrained herself.

The other wolves came back in and Will asked about Stiles, "Is the boy gone?"

The wolves smirked to each other and said in unison, "He won't be a problem anymore..."

Erica thought that they had killed him; it crushed her to think that.

"Now," said Will, "Let's have some fun..."

They broke her constraints and she transformed to a wolf, the others doing the same. She pounced on Will and they started to roll around on the floor, clawing and biting each other, each with their fair share of scars and marks from it.

Then, the others joined. It was hopeless to fight a pack of Alphas, but Erica fought her hardest, she did it for her mom, her dad, and Stiles...

Erica felt an agonizing feeling in her torso and she looked down and saw them ripping her apart. Erica was in shock, her breathing slowed down, but her heart raced. Her world turned to black.