Chapter eleven.

Truth be told, Derek didn't know as much as they thought. They barely learned anything that they hadn't figured out on their own. They were barely any closer to figure out what the Jacan really was. After a phone call to the Sheriff, they found out that no one had actually seen a weird creature around town lately. It wasn't like the time Jackson was the Kanima and scared people shitless when he ran across the highway and people called the police. It was like it had never existed, but, the dead bodies showed them something else.

They were now driving towards the Sheriff's station, to find tell Stiles' father about what Derek told them. Stiles could see a gas station getting closer and he remembered that he was supposed to get his Jeep filled up. As he turned off the engine, Scott realized that he had to use the bathroom. Of course, as a werewolf he got all of these awesome senses, but why couldn't he get the whole "never have the need to use the bathroom" package that he seriously wanted at that moment.

"Give me a sec, okay? Got to use the bathroom!" Scott said as Stiles started to fill. He made sure to listen to the gas pump as he did his business. He didn't really want to let Stiles out of his sight at this point. So, when he realized that the pumping sound was gone, he instantly knew something was up. His Jeep could use forever to get full. He ran out and saw that Stiles was nowhere to be seen. The gas pump was still in the jeep and there was no scent, except for Stiles and the intense smell of gasoline. There was nothing.

He tried to look around for anything that could give him a clue. You could say that he was desperate. He wanted to make everything right with Stiles, even though Stiles never thought about it himself. Scott knew how he had acted towards Stiles ever since… Allison… showed up. And now that Kira was in the picture, he had acted the same way. He had to find Stiles. If anything happened to him-… he couldn't think about that… not now. Not again.

After about 5 minutes of desperate searching, he found traces of slime on the ground leading nowhere, and it immediately gave him chills down his spine. He had to talk to someone. Anyone.
He pulled out his phone and called Derek.

"What?" someone said as he picked up. It was definitely not Derek. It was Peter.

"Peter, where's Derek?" Scott asked. If he weren't desperate to find Stiles, he would've hung up right away.

"He's a bit… occupied at the moment," Peter replied. Scott could literally hear the smirk on his face, and he wanted to punch it right off.

"What do you m-" he started, but stopped when he heard shuffling and cursing on the other line.

"Don't listen to him, what it is?" Derek said, sounding fine and well. Scott let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd held.

"Stiles is missing. Something took him, but there's no traces except for some disgusting slime leading nowhere, any ideas?".

"You know, Scott, you can't ignore the fact that he could-" Derek started, but was interrupted by Scott's growling.

"It's not the Nogitsune! Weren't you listening?! And we both know that it would be hell of a lot more discrete than that. He just disappeared for god's sake!" Scott could hear talking in the background. He already knew it was Peter. He heard something in the line of 'Why doesn't he just come talk to me? I know a lot more than you, Derek'.

"Well, have you tried following his scent?"

"Yeah, but like I said, there's nothing to follow! It's like he never disappeared and I'm just standing here looking stupid for not seeing him!". Scott were trembling in frustration, and when it went quiet on the phone, he had to stop himself from throwing it away.

"I'm coming" was all Derek said after a couple of minutes, and hung up. Scott just got in Stiles' jeep and sat there, waiting. He waited for about 5 minutes before he saw Derek's Camaro roll down the road towards him. When he finally parked, he ran to Scott looking almost as worried as Scott himself, surprisingly enough. Derek didn't say anything. He just looked around. He was probably trying to catch a scent.

"You're right," Derek murmured, but didn't continue. He suddenly stopped and turned around. "I got one. A scent. I think it's Stiles', but it's weak. It's like he hasn't been here for weeks". That got Scott's attention right away.

"Can you trace it?" he had to ask. In the back of his mind, he was wondering why he had been unable to catch his scent, when Derek found it right away. Just another thing on his conscience. Derek just started to walk the same direction as the slime he'd found.

Heeeyy guys…! No excuse this time! I'm just really bad at this apparently… I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as you could (with my… special… writing style.
I'm not going to promise that I'll update soon, because we all know that's a lie! But hopefully I'll manage to write faster soon.
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PS: If you would rather read this in French, you should read the translated version of this! It's called 'The dark fox returns", and it's translated by Angie-Lily! (it's on her account). So, if you like to read in French, you should check it out!

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