Hello my lovelies! I UPDATED FINALLY. I just hope this update can express how sorry I am for the delay! I love you all very much and enjoy! :)

Stiles awoke the next morning feeling like shit. He had passed out face down on top of his covers in the clothes from last night. A dull pain came from his now scabbed-over teeth marks on his neck and his wrists and neck were a disgustingly vibrant purple. He looked at the clock, noting that he had only gotten three hours of sleep last night which, in retrospect, was more than he's had in the past few nights put together. Stiles rolled over into his back and brought his hand to his chest. He rubbed his fingers delicately over his scarred flesh that etched a disturbing message. Meat. That's all he was anymore - a slab of weak, defenseless meat. An animal just waiting to be mauled and eaten alive. His eyebrows furrowed at the thought of Derek or Scott ripping him apart, piece by piece. He continued to trace is maimed body until the thoughts and visions became too loud in his head. Stiles sat up quickly and walked over to the bathroom quickly.

He stopped in front of the sink and splashed water on his face, hoping to distract himself. He just kept picturing himself being torn apart, screaming for the pain to end. The images were becoming too real and all Stiles could do was scrunch his face deeper into his shaking hands. He started to feel his chest tighten again when memories of Scott hurting him flashed over and over in his mind. A panic attack was quickly forming. Stop. I just want this all to stop. Without even thinking, Stiles started rummaging through his cabinets. Was he looking for his medication? He wasn't sure but his hands just kept moving until they grabbed a small plastic object. Stiles blinked a few times when he realized that he was shakily holding a razor in his hands. He looked back up at himself in the mirror and noticed how steady his heart rate had become with the razor in his hands. A thought crossed his mind that would seem completely morbid for such a situation: battered boy tries to end his pain by hurting himself. Makes sense. But for a split second, it did make sense to Stiles. One quick slice in the right direction and everything would be over. Done for good. No more werewolves or feeling helpless or, hopefully, pain. The blade was now resting lightly on his left wrist, ready to strike. Stiles looked back up at himself in the mirror and noticed the tear streaks on his face. He hadn't noticed he was crying until now. And as he kept looking, he remembered how his eyes are brown just like his mom's. His eyes flickered back down to the razor and he threw it hastily across the room and heard it clatter to the floor. Sheer disgust flooded his heart at the thought of killing himself. His mom would have been so disappointed in him. He knew that he was better than this. A new feeling started to creep up inside him that he had not felt in a while. Anger. He was angry at himself for being so weak. He was angry at Scott and Derek for constantly hurting him, even if they don't mean to. He was mad at the universe for taking his mother away from him. He was just angry and tired of all of the bullshit life had thrown at him. And in that moment, he decided that he was not going to be the weak human at the mercy of crazed werewolves. No, he was going to solve the problem, just like he used to.

He quickly changed his clothes and slipped out of the house as to not wake his father. The jeep revved to life as he started it and pulled out into the street.

Stiles had decided that no one would miss him at school for the day. Aside from the fact that Scott would notice since he has been keeping an eye on him from afar. Despite Stiles' protests, of course. But he couldn't think about that right now. There was one person that he knew for sure that could help him.

Stiles pulled into the veterinarian's office a few minutes after it had opened. He hadn't really talked to the vet that much. In fact, he had no idea what his name was besides "the vet/Scott's boss." But he figured since they were both humans among wolves and the fact that the vet was pretty much an expert in all things werewolf-related, it was safe to say that he could provide at least a little help. Stiles got out of his jeep and walked over to the entrance.

Little bells chimed as he opened the grey door. When he walked in, he did not see anyone sitting in the waiting room with their pets and no one was at the counter, so that was a good sign. He could talk to the vet without any distractions. Stiles stood there with his hands in his pockets waiting until the vet came out from the back room. When he saw Stiles, he smiled politely and walked towards him.

"Stiles." He said with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Hey." Stiles said with an awkward smile and wave.

"You know, whenever I'd skip class, I normally went to a friend's house and not a place where people would notice me skipping." The vet's attempt to lighten Stiles' obvious tension made him relax a little.

"Yeah, well, I think we both know I'm far from normal."

The vet smiled. "Aren't we all." He placed his hands on the counter. "So what can I do for you, Stiles?"

Stiles played with his cell phone case nervously in his pocket, as if he feared the vet's rejection. "Well, I was, uh, hoping you could help me with something. You see I've been having, uh, wolf problems lately."

"Oh? How so?" the vet questioned. He gestured for Stiles to follow him to the back room, in case someone was to walk in on their conversation. Stiles walked behind him and tried to explain.

"Well I don't know if Scott had mentioned anything about it or not, but he attacked me a little while ago. Which I'm fine now, so, yeah. But then Derek also attacked me yesterday and he said that it had something to do with my scent and I was hoping you'd be able to help. And although I love being everyone's chew toy, I'm kind of getting tired of buying new clothes to replace the ripping, bloody ones."

The vet stood there and nodded slightly as Stiles explained everything. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before answering.

"They physically hurt you?"

Stiles looked down quickly, almost as if he was ashamed how easily they made him bleed. "Uh, yeah Scott broke a few bones and sliced me up pretty good. And Derek left this mark with his teeth." Stiles moved the collar of his shirt to show the vet the fang marks on his neck. The vet looked closely and eyed Stiles a little closer.

"May I see where Scott cut you?"

Stiles nodded after a moment of consideration. He was trying to help him, so of course he could trust him. Stiles slid his shirt off and immediately felt embarrassed, not only because he didn't have his shirt on but because how much of a wreck he must have looked to Scott's boss. His scars still had a red tint to them and the message across his chest was the first thing you could see on his scarred body. Next was all the other small and large cuts Scott had given him, especially the deep ones on his back. Then you could now see the still fresh bruises around Stiles' wrists and neck. He must have looked pitiful, he thought. The vet had circled him slowly, taking it all in before gesturing that he was done. Stiles quickly pulled his shirt back on and waited for the vet to say something.

The vet had a troubled look across his face and stroked his chin as he continued to look at Stiles. "You mentioned your scent?"

Stiles let out a sigh of relief that he didn't ask any more questions about his scars. He just nodded and tried to remember what happened last night. "Yeah, Derek was checking on me last night and he kept saying that he was getting hit with my scent. Then he went all alpha crazy and started to attack me. But it was weird; he kept changing from wolf to back to Derek. He didn't seem to have any control over the wolf."

"Stiles, I think I know what's going on."

CLIFF HANGER. I know, I'm cruel. Oh I am also thinking of bringing Isaac into the story, what do you think?

And I wasn't sure how to portray the vet, so I hope it wasn't too ooc. Plus, I could not for the life of me remember what his name was. Maybe next chapter I won't be lazy and actually look it up (if he has one..). Anyways! I hope you are all having a lovely summer and I will see you at the next chapter!

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