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*So much I want to say. First off, this final chapter is dedicated to Colton Haynes, who I will miss terribly. Next, I blame liltrix for making me ship Allison and Stiles because I've given the girl a break as far as this story. She was going to die by the hands of Stiles, but once I read Parallelism, I just couldn't end this without Allison having a breakthrough. Gah! Sorry…Anyways, hope you like. I am making this a happy one, well, because I like happy endings. But again, this is the end and it sucks because I REALLY enjoyed writing this. I am leaving everything open ended because I wanted the reader to decide what happens afterwards as far as pairings and Stiles' performance as a wolf. Please review or pm me. I love to hear your ideas and feedback. Thank you SO MUCH for reading.
Stiles careened through the woods, never feeling his body move so fast. However, that wasn't the only thing that shocked him. It was how he knew where Jackson was by his howl. The young beta had howled several times since Stiles and Kyle left the hospital, making it all the easier to locate him.
Kyle stayed by Stiles' side; afraid to go too fast and lose the boy, despite how effectively he was keeping up with the alpha. Both could feel leaves and branches smacking into their skin but they couldn't care less about the stings of pain. They had to get to Jackson and help Alexis, Scott and Isaac finally defeat the Argents.
Kyle, only a few steps ahead, suddenly skidded to a halt. Stiles narrowly avoided slamming into him. "Shit!" he exclaimed, slipping on some leaves and finding himself teetering at the edge of a huge drop.
Kyle quickly grabbed his collar and pulled him back. They both looked downward to a massive ravine, seemingly as wide as it was long. "We'll have to backtrack," said Kyle, breathing heavily. "There's no way you'll get across this in one jump."
"How far is it if we backtrack?" asked Stiles.
"Twenty minutes maybe," said Kyle.
Stiles shook his head. "No. Jackson needs us. Twenty minutes could be the difference between him living and dying tonight."
"Stiles he's got Lex, Scott and Isaac already on their way and I'd bet that they are already at the hideout. Look, if we just…"
Stiles suddenly sprang forward over the ravine. He felt the air that floated between him and a two hundred foot drop. He heard Kyle screaming his name but it sounded so small and far away. His body, though foreign to flight, made the appropriate adjustments. As if jet-propelled, he extended his arms and felt his body hit land at the other side.
He stood and turned, looking at Kyle in shock. "Holy shit did you just see that?" he asked, incredulous. "HOW FUCKING COOL WAS THAT?"
Kyle put his hands on his knees and exhaled before making the jump himself. "Jesus, Stiles," he said, as he arrived at the other side. "You almost just made me the first werewolf in history to go into cardiac arrest. Let's try to keep the Evel Kenievel stunts to a minimum, okay?"
"Got it," said Stiles before turning and sprinting towards the hideaway, which he could smell was just under a mile away. They resumed their marathon run and it was only mere minutes before they found themselves outside of a small abandoned ranger station. There, they found Alexis and Isaac outside and engaged in a joyful reunion.
"Stiles," said Alexis breathlessly, embracing him. "I'm so sorry I couldn't text you. My phone was busted."
"It's okay. I got your dream message," he said, smiling into her neck. They held each other for a few moments. He could feel her fears for him suddenly quelled.
"I was so worried. Thank God Kyle and Derek found you in time," she said.
"He held his own, though," said Kyle, also enjoying a hug with Alexis. "He beat the tar out of two hunters that got inside his father's hospital room."
He flashed his emerald green eyes at her and she smiled. "You've shifted," she said, squeezing his arm. "And you remember how to stay within it?"
He nodded. "Turns out I have a really good alpha that taught me all that cool stuff." He extended his claws and ran the sharp point of his index finger gently across her bottom lip.
Her eyes glowed. "Good. Because you'll need it."
"Where's Scott?" asked Stiles.
"That's one of our problems. He went rogue on us and took off after Chris Argent and some of his cronies. They disappeared into the woods a half an hour ago to face-off. We think Allison is somewhere inside the building, though. And she's got Jackson. Along with a little entourage of hunters," said Alexis.
"Shit, what now?" asked Stiles.
"We'll just have to split up. Isaac and I can track Chris and Scott. Lex, you and Stiles take on Allison and get Jackson the hell out of there," said Kyle.
"Sounds like a plan," said Alexis. "Be careful," she said to Isaac and Kyle. They nodded and took off into the forest.
Alexis and Stiles slunk down low behind a small hill and surveyed the building. Stiles knew exactly where they were. "My dad used to work part-time here when this was still up and running," he said.
"Your dad was a forest ranger?" asked Alexis.
"Back when he was in college, yeah. He took me here a few times as a kid," said Stiles. "Just to visit some of his old co-workers."
"You think you'd remember your way around the place?" asked Alexis.
"Yeah for sure," said Stiles. "My guess is they're underground. There's several ways inside but I'd say that the bulkhead that faces west end of the property would be the quickest way in. But also the loudest."
Alexis bit her lip in trepidation. "I was more set on a stealthier entrance. How about sneaking in through the first floor?"
"Nah. Those windows were sealed shut when the place closed. The front door is chained, but again…noisy," said Stiles. He thought for a few moments. He brightened. "However, there is one way that would be wonderfully quiet. But really dirty. You in?"
She nodded. "Absolutely."
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Alexis covered her mouth and nose from the smell. "Damn, Stiles. You weren't kidding when you said this would be dirty. I was kind of hoping you meant another kind of dirty."
"Sorry," said Stiles, feeling the drips of the sewage pipe on his right shoulder. He tripped over several rats, which scurried past him, too busy scouting for food to notice anything else. "Pretty nasty but you wanted stealthy so stealthy you shall have."
They made their way through the wide sewage pipe and arrived at the door to the basement. Alexis looked at Stiles. "You're still in full shift?"
"You'd better believe it," said Stiles. His body was in complete control. Allison's betrayal led him into a place he thought he'd never go. The need to protect Jackson ran through his veins. The lone wolf howled once again, raising a call so deep within Stiles that he knew he could never control it. Somewhere inside him lay an ancient instinct that pulled at him relentlessly.
He enjoyed this feeling, despite the loss of control that it caused. However, he gladly let his body and his mind take over. He was saving Jackson. His pack brother. That was all that mattered. Jackson would die to protect Stiles and it was his turn to return the favor. Facing Allison would be difficult, but it would be well worth it.
He took the knob of the door in his hands and turned, pleased that he didn't have to break the handle. Their entry was quiet and restrained. Stiles and Alexis easily dispatched the two armed guards at the entrance, and with minimal fanfare. Fortunately, Allison and the others did not hear or notice anything.
Stiles could hear Jackson's heartbeat. The blonde immediately felt the presence of his pack brother and his alpha and it calmed him immensely. As Stiles and Alexis rounded the corner into the inner room, Jackson came into full view. The young man hung like a drained pig from a hook in the ceiling. He was pale and exhausted from the electric shocks he'd received to deplete him of his power and subdue him.
Allison stood, flanked by several hunters, her hand on the switch that decided the voltage to be introduced into Jackson's body. Stiles lurched forward but Alexis stopped him. "Stay calm. Focus," she said, nodding towards Allison. "I'll take the two to her right, you take left. If she gets all Robin Hood, one of us can yank out the arrows."
"Are we going to kill her?" he asked, nervously.
Her eyes turned downward. "Stiles, I'd prefer we didn't, but if she becomes out of control, then yes."
He gulped, his anger with Allison beginning to ebb. She was his friend and Scott's love. How could he harm her? It was then that she decided to turn up the voltage and issue a shock to Jackson that made the young man cry out that he decided. Yes, if he had to kill Allison, he would. For Jackson. But he'd do everything in his power to get the girl to see the errors of her ways first.
As planned, they stepped forward. Stiles thrust into the neck of a hunter, his claws coming out through the front, tearing into the jugular. The man sputtered and fell forward. He watched Alexis quickly take care of the two men on Allison's right.
The girl spun around, removing her hand from the switch and going for her bow. However, Stiles, was too quick. He grabbed her at the throat, his claws digging into the porcelain skin of her neck. His other hand grasped her bow. "Stiles," she said in disbelief. "You…you're a…"
"You hurt my dad," he said, angrily. "And now Jackson. How could you Allison? You're not the girl I know."
She gripped him at the wrist, struggling under his power. "And apparently you're not the boy I know."
"Doesn't matter," he said, as Alexis quickly went to Jackson, unlatching him from his harness and soothing him. "You decided to hurt me and my family. And for what?"
"You're really asking me that? My mother is dead!" she roared. "And Kate. And my grandfather! You don't think I'd want some revenge Stiles? That I'd NEED it?"
"And you decided that the people who had nothing to do with it got punished?" he asked, lifting her off the ground by her neck. She kicked at him unsuccessfully. "Me? My fucking dad? Jackson? Why?"
She struggled under his grasp. "Scott," she said, flatly. "And that stupid asshole Derek."
"Allison, Derek was saving Scott. Your mother was trying to kill him! That's why Derek bit her."
Allison's eyes widened. "What? No!"
He finally relaxed, releasing her. "Yes," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. He looked to Jackson, who seemed to be improving fairly quickly. "Yes, Allison. Would I ever lie to you? Scott's life was in danger. Derek was trying to help him."
"You've taken the Bite," she said, warily. "You're one of them."
"I'm still Stiles," he said. "And, no, I have not been bitten. Not yet. Not that it matters, because I will. But I'm still me, no matter what. I'm your friend Allison. Which is why I feel so betrayed right now." He backed away from her, clutching her bow in his hand. He used his claws to slice though the fibers of the bow, rendering it useless. He threw it to the ground. "Leave us alone, Allison. Please."
She looked around at Jackson, who was slowly but surely recovering from the torture that she put him through. She cringed as Alexis tended to his injuries. Her eyes turned to Stiles, her friend. Scott's friend. He was the one beacon of light in her dark world. Stiles…the goofy yet smart and funny guy that always made her smile. How could she even entertain the thought of hurting him or his father? And for what? Just to get at Scott or Derek? She suddenly lost her verve. Her lust for revenge began to fade away. "My dad," she said, suddenly. "He and Scott, they…"
"I know," said Stiles. "My alpha male and Isaac are on top of that."
"Will they hurt him?"
"No, of course not," said Stiles. "Allison, when are you and your family going to realize that we would never harm you? I mean, I thought your love for Scott was enough and…"
"My grandfather was cut in half," she said, her eyes plump with tears.
"Your grandfather became kanima master after Matt died. He was threatening Scott. He had Jackson go after Scott's mom. He lied to you, Allison. So did Kate. Don't turn into her, Allison. That's NOT you. You're different. You're a good person. Please. Look at me," he said, green eyes shifting back to his lush brown ones. "It's me. Stiles. Get it?"
She bit back tears. Lashes turned downward, she curled her hands together, suddenly cold. "I'm sorry Stiles," she choked. "I…go…just go."
Stiles went to Jackson. The blonde reached for him, a weak but genuine smile marking his face. "Skinny Butt," he said, giggling. "You came for me."
"Of course," said Stiles. "You'd have done it for me a million times over."
"Damn straight," said Jackson, as Stiles and Alexis lifted him off the ground.
Stiles watched Allison as they walked through the cellar door. She refused to look up at him, but he could hear her quiet sobs. He felt her pain in his chest, but didn't go to her. His concerns were for Jackson, although he was very happy that he didn't have to hurt Allison.
By the time they made it out of the pipe, Jackson was walking on his own. The three of them rested for a moment under the stars. Stiles admired the clear skies above them. He smiled as the shift receded. He was Stiles again, not that he'd ever been anything else.
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The next morning brought relief and joyous reunions. Scott, Isaac and Kyle came back to the apartments, looking no worse for wear. Chris Argent thankfully rescinded his vendetta against the wolves, having the same resolve and good intentions as his daughter.
Marisa, David, Peter and Bobby came home, breakfast in hand, grinning from ear to ear. Derek was soon to follow, reporting to Stiles that his father was doing well and would be ready to go home soon.
The pack spoke for awhile over breakfast, excited that they'd avoided any injuries at the hands of hunters and that the Argents, for the most part, decided to leave them alone. Stiles only picked at his breakfast, his eyes turned to Alexis, stomach in knots. His shift once again left him with the desire to devour her, and he was fairly certain that every wolf in the room was aware of this.
Derek cleared his throat after taking a sip of coffee. "So who's down for a trip to the woods? I'm in the mood to let out some pent up energy." He turned to Marisa and they shared a smirk.
Jackson snickered. "You're not the only one."
Stiles sputtered into his coffee cup. "Thanks Jackson." He looked at Alexis uncomfortably.
She simply smiled. "You guys go have fun. Stiles and I are going to take a drive."
"Okay have fun Miss Daisy," said Jackson, getting up. He looked fully recovered from his torturous night. "We'll see you guys this afternoon."
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"Pull over here," said Alexis. "The beach should be deserted right now."
Stiles steered the Jeep into the small parking lot of Beacons Hills' only "beach", which was the small lake that lay on the west end of town. Stiles extracted a blanket from the back and the pair walked barefooted onto the white sand.
The water was a deep blue, reflecting the healthy hue of the sunny sky above it. The summer leaves were a hearty green and the air smelled fresh and clean. It was a mild day, and perfect for being outdoors, yet Alexis was correct, as the beach was devoid of any other person.
Stiles lay the blanket down and sat, stretching his legs out in front of him. Alexis chose to walk near the shore for awhile, her feet splashing in the shallow water. She wore a blue strapless sundress with white polka dots, and her hair flowed in waves down her back. Each small breeze brought her scent to his nose and he clenched at the blanket, desiring her more than his need to breathe.
"Lex," he said quietly.
Her superior hearing made her turn her head, hair taken by the breeze. She smiled and twirled playfully. He curled his finger towards him. "Come sit."
She grinned and unzipped her dress, revealing only a pair of turquoise panties underneath. "Come swim," she said, peeling the panties from her legs and tossing them to the side. His heart started to pound as he watched her run into the water. He saw her dive beneath the liquid and he began removing his clothes.
She was grinning as she watched him enter the water. "You've got the cutest butt I've ever seen," she said, giggling.
He grabbed her and pulled her towards him. She straddled him and he squeezed her behind. "I beg to differ. THIS is the cutest ass. Hands down winner."
The water felt incredible, the sun warming it enough to take the chill off of it. They kissed passionately and with purpose. Their tongues searched each other's and they greedily bit and sucked at each other's necks and shoulders.
"Stiles," she groaned, feeling his excitement poking into her thigh. He sucked her diamond hard nipples and stroked her back softly. She teased at his erection, taking it in her hands only briefly before releasing it. He cried out at her touch.
His performance the night before made her beyond crazy for him. His ability to shift and the power he sported was magnificent. His eyes were ripe with lust and he panted under her efforts.
Alexis lowered her body just enough to bring her softness in line with his shaft. She palmed it, causing him to shudder. "Do you want to be inside me?"
"Yes," he whimpered. "Right now."
She surrendered, bucking her hips and allowing him to slide inside of her. The buoyancy of the water allowed for her to hold onto him with ease as she bounced. He returned with eager thrusts, never imagining that he could feel so good.
He grasped her and held fast, their movements becoming more fervent. "Let's finish on the blanket," he whispered, still content that no one was nearby to watch them.
He led her out of the water and their dripping wet bodies hit the blanket in a frenzy of kisses and nibbles. Remembering Derek's advice, Stiles lay on his back and led her onto him. She straddled him and sat down, allowing him to go as deep as possible. "Oh God!" he cried out, holding her at the hips and watching her move.
She tucked her feet between his inner thighs and rode him hard and fast. He could barely breathe as she moved, her gorgeous frame moving against the backdrop of the serene waters. He pulled her down several times for kisses, noticing that her movements were becoming staggered. She was going to come soon.
He licked his right thumb and placed it gently on her clit, rotating in small circles around the area. This soon brought her over the edge. She was overcome with several tremors of pleasure before collapsing onto his chest. He held her there for a few moments before deciding he would not follow ALL of Derek's advice. He wanted to be on top now.
He flipped her over and eased his way into her. She wrapped her legs around him and he thrusted vigorously, causing her to cry out. He felt her reach back and grip his behind tightly while he pounded, the feeling of pleasure taking over his entire being. He took her hands and placed them above her head as he fell into the final throes. As he came, he bit her shoulder and let himself release what he'd desired for so long.
When he fell onto the blanket next to her, he fought to get his breath. He'd never imagined something feeling so pleasurable, especially when he was able to take control the way he did.
The trees offered partial shade to their naked bodies. Stiles pulled her close. As she rested into the crook of his shoulder, he looked down at her. "Lex," he said. "I'm ready."
She shot up. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Do you agree?" he asked.
She smiled. "After last night, I know you're ready. You were incredible. I just need you to be sure."
He nodded. "I am. I know I am."
She traced a delicate line from his chin to the middle of his chest, her eyes shifting to crimson. He gasped as she bared her fangs, sinking them deep into the flesh of his chest. He grasped the back of her neck, relishing in the painful yet wonderful sting of the Bite.
They dressed quickly but stayed by the water for another hour. Stiles began to look forward to so much. He would get to take his father home from the hospital, knowing the man was safe from harm. He would get to enjoy all of the wonders of the Bite, including pack. He would get to be the rare and powerful delta that he was meant to be. Stiles would always be the goofy, funny guy deep down inside, but his destiny was now laid out for him, and he couldn't have been happier. He smiled and kissed Alexis on her forehead. "Thank you. For everything."
