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While Lydia sat by Stiles' side, Isaac had immediately called Scott and Derek, warning them both about Stiles' current form.

Stiles had appeared to be completely oblivious to what Isaac was doing, but the slight twitching of his hears told Lydia that he was hearing every single word. Whether he understood them or not was another matter.

He hadn't moved except to growl at Isaac when he kept trying to approach.

"Lydia, I don't like this," Isaac said. "Can you come back here, please?"

Lydia smiled encouragingly. "I'm fine, he's not going to do anything."

She was touched by his concern, but Stiles wouldn't hurt her. No matter what his form was. "Isn't that right, Stiles?" She said, brushing her hand over his fur. He looked up at her in response, before his attention snapped to something behind her.

Before even Isaac could hear them coming, Stiles had stood up on his four legs, placing himself protectively in front of Lydia as Scott, Derek and Kira ran into the clearing. He growled loudly, and though Lydia couldn't see, she was sure that he fangs were bared.

Kira had stumbled to a stop, but Stiles seemed to be focused on Scott and Derek, sensing the other werewolves and realizing that he was now outnumbered, three to one.

"Hey, stop!" Lydia told Derek, who had tried to come forward.

Scott kept his eyes trained on the wolf. "Are you ok, Lydia?"

She was really getting sick of them asking that question. "Yes, you have to stay back."

"Is that really Stiles?" Kira asked, turning to Scott. "Can you change him back?"

Scott looked extremely overwhelmed. "Maybe I change him back the same way as Malia?"

Derek's eyes widened. "Scott no," When the pack looked at him in confusion. "If you keep forcing him to turn back, he'll never learn control. He needs to find his anchor, just like you and Isaac did."

"How is he going to do that, he's a literal wolf." Isaac rebutted.

Scott and Lydia exchanged a glance. "He already has an anchor."

Lydia thought about the ritual that Scott, Stiles and Allison did to save their parents from the Darach. Deaton had said that they needed an anchor to bring them back, and then he'd told Lydia to go with Stiles.

But how was she supposed to convince him to turn back? "I can't do this with you all here, he's already made it clear that he doesn't like other werewolves."

She could tell that none of them wanted to leave.

"Guys, go! I'll be fine, I just think it's best if I do this alone."

Derek nodded to her, grabbing Isaac's arm and leading him back to the way they'd come. Kira and Scott reluctantly followed, but Lydia didn't miss the heartbroken look on Scott's face.

As soon as they'd left, Stiles visibly relaxed. He paced in a circle once, turning to look at Lydia before he began to trot off in the other direction.

"Hey! Stiles," She exclaimed, running after him. He wasn't moving overly fast, going at a leisurely pace. Lydia didn't know where he was going, but she couldn't let him out of her sight.

He didn't seem to be trying to evade her in any way, which led Lydia to the conclusion that he was trying to take her somewhere. She pushed herself to go faster, catching up to Stiles and matching his long stride.

By the time they stopped, her lungs burned and her already aching feet were completely numb. Her muscles had turned to jelly, and she put her hands on her knees to try and catch her breath.

Stiles didn't seem to be at all tired, he merely sat down like a dog and waited for her to recover from their cross-country run.

"Stiles, where are we...?" As she asked, she turned around and saw the gigantic tree stump in the middle of the forest.

The nemeton. A beacon to supernatural creatures.

Why would he bring her here? Stiles stepped forward to stand beside her, his eyes flashing blue as he looked up at her. "What?"

He nudged her behind the knee, indicating for her to walk. She cautiously approached the nemeton, slightly reassured that Stiles had stayed next to her.

Her eyes widened when she saw what Stiles had obviously been trying to show her. Carved onto the top of the massive stump were a group of symbols. Half of them she didn't even recognize, but the ones she did sent chills up her spine.

In the middle of the stump was the spiral marking for vendetta, and it was surrounded by a circle of other markings. She saw the symbols of both the Hale pack and the Alpha pack, the two of them defaced with a cross.

Scott's tattoo was there as well.

"Stiles, what is this?" She asked, glancing at the wolf. He was gazing intently at one of the symbols. "Is this like a list?"

He didn't acknowledge her at all. She huffed, turning away from the magic tree. What did it mean. Someone wanted revenge against all these packs? But Lydia had only ever seen a few of them, surely there weren't that many packs around.

"C'mon, we have to get you back to your dad."

He finally responded, leading her back into the trees, tracking their way back to his Jeep.

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Knowing that Stiles could somehow understand at least some of what she was saying, she had managed to talk him into changing back into his human form.

His wolf self had let out the quietest of whines at the pain of his body changing, and he sulked around to the back of the Jeep. It was a good thing that Lydia hadn't chased after him, because it wasn't until she saw his bare shoulders that she realized that he didn't have any clothes on.

Luckily, Stiles had his lacrosse bag in the back, which happened to have a spare pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She waited for him, staying by the passenger door until she saw him open the driver's door and slid in.

Joining him in the car, she reached to grab his hand over the console, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Are you ok?" If she was sick of that question, she couldn't imagine how much it would be pissing him off, but he just left out a deep breath and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.

"I don't know, Lyds. I was just a wolf, an actual wolf..." His voice shook slightly.

She grabbed his chin with her other hand and turned his face towards her. "Stiles, that only means that you're strong, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, you found something, something that may be extremely important, so we should go warn the others."

His gaze flickered away from hers for a second. "Can't I just go home?"

"We're in your car, I think it's up to you where we go." She replied, feeling a slight smile tug at her lips. She released her hold on his chin, and even though he had to pull his hand away to change gears every now and then, he still held onto her the entire drive back into town.

They didn't speak, but she could read on his face that he wanted to say something. His jaw kept clenching as he gritted his teeth in a nervous way. Every now and then his grip would tighten and then relax again.

"Stiles, what is it? She finally asked, turning her head.

His gaze flickered to her for a moment before he turned back to the road. "I just...I don't know how I'm going to handle this. I mean, how am I supposed to tell Dad? And what if I lose control at school or something?"

"That won't happen, because you'll learn to control it, I know you will. I'll help you, I promise."

Stiles looked away from the road, holding her gaze. Lydia stared up at him, sincerity in her eyes. "Thanks."

She smiled and told him to focus on driving. He hadn't really answered her about telling the pack about what he'd found, but she still wasn't particularly surprised when he pulled up in the driveway of her house.

She told herself that he was just exhausted, he wasn't avoiding his friends at all.

Lydia opened the door and faced Stiles once more before she got out. "Stiles, if you need any help, call me ok? Promise me that you will."

Stiles bit his lip, but he didn't hesitate before he answered. "I will."

Letting go of his hand, Lydia jumped down from the Jeep and walked to the front door of her house, turning back to see Stiles reversing out. She waved at him, waiting for the sound of Jeep's engine to disappear before she closed the door behind her.

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Stiles let out a breath as he parked Roscoe in his drive and cut the engine. Leaning his forearms against the steering wheel and hanging his head down, he finally let his carefully crafted composure fall apart.

He was just glad that he hadn't broken down when Lydia asked him what was wrong. Now, in the solitude of his car, a single tear fell down his cheek. Stiles didn't remember what he'd down after he lost control of the way to the reserve, but he remembered what he'd been feeling during that time.

He had hated Scott, and Isaac and Derek. He had hated his pack. Stiles didn't want to hate to his best friend, but his wolf form was just judging off his inner feelings, his deep, buried anger. In some corner of his mind, he despised the members of his pack. Were they even his pack?

He was a wolf. A wolf! How? Was it because Scott was a true alpha; had he somehow become more powerful because of Scott, or because of the Nogistune. Both?

Trying to take a steady breath, Stiles rubbed his face and got out of the Jeep. Heading inside, he was mildly surprised to see his dad standing in the kitchen.

The sheriff looked up when he heard the door close, and a tired smile stretched across his face as he laid eyes on Stiles.

Striding across the room, father and son collided in a warm embrace, Sheriff Stilinski holding onto Stiles tight. Stiles couldn't even imagine how his dad had been feeling the past few days; if Scott had been keeping him informed on what was going on, he would've been beside himself.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Stiles muttered into his father's shoulder.

Sheriff Stilinski tightened his embrace. "It's not your fault, Stiles. I'm just glad you're alright."

Hearing those words gave Stiles a rush of reassurance. In this life of constant chaos, the only thing that had stayed the same was his dad. Everything in his life had changed, except for his dad.

The two Stilinski boys pulled away and smiled. Falling onto the couch, they turned on Stiles' favourite movie, Star Wars, and watched until they had both fallen asleep.

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From now on I will definitely up the anty, so please hang in there for the next couple of chapters ;D

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