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Unbeta'd, all mistakes are my own.

His head felt heavy as he slowly returned to conscious. As his senses came back to him Stiles realised that he was sitting up in a chair with his head resting on his chest.

It didn't feel like there were any restraints around him but when he tried to lift his head and look around him he noticed that his movements were sluggish and took energy that he couldn't seem to muster.

He started to hear a buzzing coming from somewhere close to him, as the seconds past it sounded like a muffled voice which was slowly becoming clearer. There was another person in the room with him and they were talking. Stiles hadn't realised that he'd shut his eyes but the fatigue he felt must have caused his body to close them once he realised he was surrounded by darkness.

He opened therm again slightly and ignored the pressure in his skull to see a figure standing in front of him. He could just start to make out what he was saying,

"Wakey, wakey" a deep voice was saying, Stiles wanted to laugh at the horror film cliche but his chest hurt when he tried and caused his breathing to become laboured.

The man in front of him took a step back and leaned on a table behind him. "Actaea Pachypoda" he announced, "more commonly known as white baneberry. Harmless to most birds but when a human consumes, or inhales, it they are near instantly incapacitated or killed."

The white powder, Stiles thought. "Who are you?"

The man chuckled, "Aren't I supposed to be asking you the questions?" his voice was low and even though his tone was joking Stiles could feel the danger vibrating below the surface.

Stiles didn't answer. "Stubbourn thing, you are." he remained silent. The man huffed in annoyance. "Come on, Stiles. You know me. I'm your kin."

Before he could elaborate the exhaustion became too much and he was once again surrounded by darkness.

*nine years ago*

"Stiles, come on." Sean shouted back to the other boy.

He was trying to keep up but fell behind his friend quickly. "Why can't you just tell me?" he asked.

Sean stopped and looked back at him. "Kyle's waiting there, if I explain it then he'll get worried. It's a lake, use your imagination."

The boy turned and carried on running. What could be that interesting, he was in the middle of a first addition spider man his Dad had brought him.

Lost in thought he didn't realise then Sean had stopped running and bumped into the back of him. "Umph." he grunted but Sean didn't turn.

"Can you hear that?" he asked. Stiles was confused but then he heard the rushing of water close by. The lack must've been just past the large trees covering the path. When Stiles looked to his friend he was shocked to see worry written all over his face.

At first he couldn't think of why but then he heard something else. There was a quiet whimpering that sounded vaguely familiar. Sudenly Sean took off through the trees towards the source of the noise. Stiles followed.

When they came into the clearing bordering on the lake the boys were frozen, slightly further up from them two dogs were circling Kyle. "Hey!" his brother shouted, he ran to him and waved his hands trying to scare away the dogs but nothing happened.

Stiles was about to warn him, they weren't wild dogs. They were shifters and they looked familiar. Sean reached his brother before he could get a word out and the two dogs turned on him, growling and moving forward until the boy fell into the stream.

Instantly his brother went to his aid and the two dogs changed back from their animal selves, bursting out in laughter. Stiles looked at their faces and recognised as Sophia and Lucas, a brother and sister who lived close to them. He and the twins had never been on a run and so had not seen what their animal selves looked like.

They quickly ran back into the trees probably to join a group of friends and Stiles walked over to where Kyle had just helped Sean crowl out of the lake. He was covered in dirt, dripping wet and shaking. Stiles sat down on his other side of him and turned to face the lake.

This wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Once they figured out he could shift and he couldn't a divide was created between the two groups. The ones who weren't able to shift often came out at a disadvantage.

"It is pretty." Stiles said quietly, looking at the lake.

"Yeah," Kyle said and Sean nodded.

*present day*

Stiles slowly came to once again and was faced with the same man, before he could say anything he spoke. "So, have you figured out why your here yet?" he asked.

He almost snorted, he was their bait. A prisoner for the purpose of drawing out his pack.

Then Stiles looked around himself. He wasn't in some dingy basement or a room with no windows and chains dangling from the walls. He was in what looked like a bare living room of an old house.

When he didn't speak the other man did. "Have you noticed something about my pack, Stiles?" he asked instead.

"They're shifters." he said, thinking about his cousins.

"Exactly!" the man exclaimed and walked towards him with a smile on his face. "But not just that, they're the outcasts, those who can't change. The runts."

This guy has some issues, Stiles thought but kept his mouth shut.

"And I gave them something that they've wanted their whole lives, power."

"You're insane." Stiles said. Any shifter turned into a werewolf would have been driven mad. As he looked into the man's eyes Stiles suspected he was too far gone to realise.

He chuckled. "I know you, just like I know the minds of all of you. You want power too Stiles and I can give it to you."

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