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Stiles was tired, a week had passed since Jacob Heathers and taken him, and three days had passed since they had been mated. Stiles had spent most of his time getting to know the pack, learning to control. He wasn't sure if helping Scott had given him the natural ability to be in control, or if it was a part of being an alpha mate. As the days past the intense pull towards the pack lessened and even though it was still there. Stiles rubbed his eyes, he wanted to go home, Heathers pack didn't feel like home, like somehow he didn't belong here. The pull towards Heathers was even less then towards the pack, the idea of having sex with him was still repulsive. Heathers had decided to give Stiles a week before they would resume intercourse, something about how the mating was draining as it took hold. Stiles was laying down on Heathers bed, trying to nap. The headache he was harboring however, was keeping him awake. Stiles wanted his dad, who would be whispering calming words to him, but Stiles was afraid, afraid of what everybody would think of him being a wolf. Stiles knew that this is what Heathers wanted, for him to doubt his friends and family, so that he wouldn't want to go back. It was hard not to think that way though. A knock on the door brought Stiles from his musings.
"Stiles, it's dinner time"
Heathers slowly crawled onto the bed beside Stiles, planting a kiss on his neck.
"Not hungry" Stiles mumbled into the pillow.
Heathers gently smiled down at him.
"That's alright, rest, I will bring you some food later".
Stiles gave a quick nod before burrowing back into his pillow. Once Stiles heard the door click shut, he let himself drift off.
Stiles was woken roughly, opening his eyes to glare at the offending pack member. Stiles gasped as Peter entered his field of vision.
"Found you little one, now come on we have little time"
Stiles jumped out of bed "How".
Peter shook his head "Later, I have managed to confuse them, but not for long".
Peter grabbed Stiles and tossed him over his shoulder, before jumping out of the window. Peter took off running swiftly until they got to a main road. Peter placed Stiles on the ground.
"My cars not too far from here, we must be quick though, I have no doubt they will catch our sent soon".
Stiles stood rooted to the spot, as Peter started to move forward. Peter snarled grabbing Stiles arm.
"What are you doing, we have to go".
"Can't, pack, mate…".
Stiles crumpled to the ground, clutching his chest in pain. Peter sniffed Stiles and growled.
"Well shit, I had though you smelt like wolf because of being around so many, that little bastard mated you".
Peter once again picked Stiles up, this time carrying him princess style.
"The bond is still new, to fresh to have bonded completely. It will break if we get you away from them."
Stiles was crying out, trying to push himself out of Peters iron grip, begging incoherently. Once at the car Peter stuffed Stiles in making sure to buckle him in, before sliding into the driver's seat.
"This is going to be a painful ride Stiles, get ready"
Remorse was thick in Peters voice. Stiles gave a pained laugh.
"Who knew you cared, pedo wolf"
Peter cracked a smile, brushing his hand through Stiles hair.
"Let's get you home kid".
The car ride was one of the most painful experiences of Stiles life, it felt as if piece of himself was being torn from him. They must have stopped at some point because when Stiles woke up he was in a cheap motel bed, Peter was leaning over him pressing a cold cloth to his forehead. Peter smiled slightly as he noticed Stiles had woken up.
"Shhh, I have informed the pack that I have recovered you, and we should be back within a day or so, assuming the other pack does not catch up. Your pain will only get worse from here, try and sleep".
Peters voice was calming, somewhat like his dads Stiles mused to himself. Stiles leaned into Peters touch before drifting off to sleep.
"Don't worry little one, Derek will be there for you" Peter whispered to deaf ears.
The next time Stiles woke up they were in the car, Peter was talking furiously into the phone.
"I've done my best to lose them… no they won't catch us, I promise Derek I will bring him home… his fever broke last night hopefully the bond will break before tonight… it has been three days of trying to lose them and outrun them Derek, Heathers got to close the bond started to reform…" Peter sighed irritably.
Peter glanced over at Stiles.
"Stiles is awake, I will call once we cross into friendly territory, goodbye".
Peter tossed his phone into the back seat, pulling the car off to the side of the road, he grabbed a water bottle from under the seat. He lifted the bottle to Stiles mouth, who gulped the liquid down greedily.
"Good evening Stiles, how do you feel?"
Peter ran the back of his hand across Stiles cheek. Stiles coughed violently into his arms.
"Tired, how long have I been out"
"You have been in and out for three days, we were blocked and so have had to take the long way back home. Don't worry little one, we will be home soon enough, you need to rest more, the bond was closer to being sealed than I had at first anticipated."
Stiles gave a slightly less violent cough.
"What do you mean"
"Stiles the bond was almost complete, a couple more hours and not a soul would have been able to take you from him, it is almost broken now, this is the last stretch before the finish, so just hold on a little longer".
Stiles nodded as he let himself fall back asleep. Stiles had the unfortunate luck of breaking into another fever as Heathers closed in again. Peter finally pushed past into Hale territory. Peter quickly gathered Stiles into his arms and rushed into Derek's loft. Derek was waiting for them by the entrance.
"Get a cold cloth"
Peter rushed to lay Stiles down on the couch. Grabbing the wet cloth from Derek he placed it gently on Stiles forehead.
"He got to close, the bond started to reform, we need to call Deaton. You stay here".
Derek sniffed around Stiles growling at Heathers stench. He looked at Stiles with soft eyes, he placed his hand in Stiles.
"Foolish kid, had us all worried".
Peters voice carried from behind him.
"Do not worry too much nephew, Stiles has always been a fighter, he will push through".
Derek nodded pulling himself away from Stiles. He moved over to his uncle grasping his shoulder tightly.
"Thank you". The words were barely audible as Derek moved over to the stairs.
Peter looked over at Stiles, sighing. It was going to be a long night.
