She is in danger. That is the first thing that comes to his mind as soon as he steps in the sidewalk to go home.
His heart gives a lurch and he looks around.
He can feel it. The spark burning inside his chest, crying at his hear. She needs help. She needs him….But how…? Everything looks so calm. The students are walking out of the school. They are climbing in their cars, getting in the bus or just striding away, everyone looks as happy as they are every day after long day, but despite that nothing is out of ordinary.
The spark burst harder in his chest and he hauls air in his lungs. He starts pushing people aside. They need to let him in, Allison is in danger, but why? The Fenrir didn't attack before on daylight and less in a crowded place, why he is doing it now? Where is Scott? Where is Isaac and Jackson? They should be here.
He tugs out his phone and dials Scott's number but there isn't answer.
God! What is he going to do know?
He keeps trying, but it doesn't matter how many times he taps the number, his best friend just won't answer.
It is okay Stiles He says in his mind, he fought bravely last night, he still can't believe he got rid of the Wendigo and Eric all by himself. He managed to face and defeat the scariest creatures in the world. He succeed where Scott or even Mr. Cocky ass Derek Hale couldn't.
He can do this. He can save her, or at least try it.
He closes his eyes and holds his breath to clear his mind and read his throbbing chest. Left… at his left, on the way to the gym. But…Something is not right here. As long as he walks he realizes where his feet are taking him. It is the English class, where they were just a couple of minutes ago, having their first class with the substitute teacher. Is Allison still there? What is she…?
The spark burns a hole in him and he pants. She is right here, he can feel it. It is like the night of the first Wendigo, somehow their bond is working like a compass for him and again have led him to her.
He cranes his neck toward the left and he spots her. She is at the other side of the corridor accompanied by…By the English teacher.
"Allison!" He calls aloud.
The girl quickly spins but then she stops short and Stiles chest stiches. He is not sure if because of her or if he is feeling her.
He runs to meet them.
"Hello" Says the teacher staring at Stiles with interest. "Have you any questions about my class Mr.…"
"Stilinski" Replies Stiles with shaky voice, though he isn't sure if it is Allison or him who is making him feel so anxious.
"Any questions Mr. Stilinski?"
Stiles shakes his head.
"Then why…"
"I need to talk to Allison" He says sternly.
"I'm afraid…" The man starts but Stiles cuts him off, he is not sure how to talk to her and tell her that he felt her without gave off the fact that they have a weird and magical bond.
"Allison I received your text, I think we should…"
"I'm alright" Allison replies quickly.
What? But… "Allison I thought we were going to study…"
"It's alright Mr. Stilinski, Miss Argent and I must discus some of her works, I'm sure you can catch up in an hour or two, but this conversation must be addressed as soon as possible"
What is he talking about? Is he one of them? He has to be but then….Why Allison is calmed all suddenly?
"You just got here how is that you already have things to discus with her about class?" He demands arching a brow.
The man smirks courteously "Mrs. Greenberg left me detailed instructions about Miss Argent, apparently she is quite a good writer, and your teacher was more than interest in getting her in the drama club"
Allison and Stiles crane their necks toward the man blinking, is that it? Really?
"I will be more than please that have you in the drama club Mr. Stilinski but for now if you excuse me Miss Argent and I have a conversation awaiting"
Stiles stands there openmouthed, he doesn't know what do to. It is truth that Allison is calmer now, but why she was so scared just seconds ago? None of this makes sense.
"Allison you look…" He starts hoping she could give him another sign. Tell him if things are really okay or they aren't.
"Upset?" The man arches a brow. "I bet you all will be soon, sadly for you I'll be your permanent English teacher your friend Allison is so upset because I just gave her the sad news"
Sad news…Sad news! "Mrs. Greenberg…"
"I'm afraid she passed an hour ago Mr. Stilinski, yet, the principal still doesn't want the students to know, so it would help if you don't tell anyone yet. I don't want to get in trouble on my first day"
Mrs. Greenberg is dead! She is dead! But…How? Was it the Fenrir and his pack?
"Miss Argent and I will have our conversation know if you don't mind"
Stiles sighs and looks at his friend. "Allison"
"I'll be fine" Says the girl with some hesitation and she turns on her heels.
He hopes she is right, she sounds like she is right of her words, but what was all that then?
….
He slowly reaches the next branch and makes sure to not make any sound. It's been hours of hard work, but he finally found them…He couldn't believe he didn't think about this from the beginning, it would be to expect that they wouldn't respect private property.
It is Derek's cabin. They are inside. He is not sure how of many of them are there but as far as he knows there are at least five, maybe three more.
From his point of view all he can see is a couch. The window is a little opaque so he is not sure if there is someone standing before it or if it is just a stain in the glass. He stares at it intently, it hadn't move since he put his eyes on it but, he is too far too get a clean view.
They can't smell him but they can definitely hear him, so he must be careful not to stand in the wrong place and give off his location. This is a suicidal mission but this is the best he can do for now. He must hear which are they plans to get and strategy and take them down before it is too late, if only those morons and the Fenrir were down in the cabin, he would put an end to all this once and for all.
He reaches another branch making sure to not make any sound, and now he can hear something, a conversation not too far. He is standing in an uneven and slender branch that almost touches the top of the roof. Whoever is speaking are doing it in Derek's room.
He leans carefully and pressed his ear against the ratty wood hoping he can get at least a little of their conversation.
"Damn it!" A masculine voice says in a grunt. "Did you check twice?"
"There is no way out" Confirms another man's voice.
"How was it possible?" The first voice says.
"I'm not sure, Erica and Vernon went there alone with Theodore and the Wendigo. They should have been able to stop them"
"They failed of course" The first voice growls. "What are we going to do now trapped in this damn forest?"
"Even if we weren't trapped here we are still stuck until we find Argent"
"I don't give a shit about Argent. Damien, Jesse and Marcus are the ones who want him. I have no business with an old and useless binder"
"They want him to pay"
"I don't care, I feel useless in this forest. Damien needs me in the town, I should be finding Deaton and reaping his throat for drawing this line"
"It wasn't Deaton" The second voice corrects.
"What? Are you sure it wasn't Deaton?"
"Deaton is a coward, he wouldn't dare to directly attack us"
"It is impossible, only he could make a line of this size"
"Apparently not, according to Theodore Derek has a binder of his own, a boy"
"Are you telling me that an underage boy was able to cast such a strong line?"
Chris frowns…A boy? Could it be Stiles? What are they talking about?"
"He sent the Wendigo flying, even Theodore couldn't stand a chance against him"
Really? He took down a Bipedalist? How is it possible?
"He is good with the lines, the dirt protects him even without making a circle. He is strong"
"This can't be possible"
"They saw him, he is really strong and rare, and Theodore says that his scent is overwhelming, he wants to take him to Damien"
There are only four binders in the whole town, one of them is his daughter. The others are Simon's son, Deaton and Marin. Deaton and Marin wouldn't interfere directly in wolves' matters and they said it was a boy…That boy Stiles, he is becoming a threat for the werewolves and the Fenrir, he just hopes Allison isn't involved in all this. In other hand, that boy was able to cast a protection in the woods, to close them, it sounds stupid. Chris wasn't the best in cycles when he was in training but he knows about the burden. He knows how hard is for a binder to cast a line of fertility as big as a house. How did this boy managed to do such thing with the whole town? He can use this on his favor. Now that the forest is closed, is the safest place in miles. Maybe he should get rid of this morons and then bring Allison here to keep her safe as long as the protection lasts.
….
He didn't let her speak during their trip. She looking around as they passed by the streets, trying to find a way to scape but at the same time something told her to stay quiet and not try anything stupid. She isn't even sure how she managed to calm herself to send Stiles away and keep him out of trouble.
He stops the car outside a house that seems abandoned and old, as if it hadn't been habited in a long time.
He make her signs to get inside without trying to do anything stupid. Allison curses in her insides and regrets not having a weapon with her. She should have known that not even the school hallways are safe now.
He opens the door for her and she gets inside slowly. They are in a small receiver with bleached walls, fifthly windows and dusty floors. The place is mostly empty, there is only a couch in the living room in which he orders her to sit. From her point of view she can see a table in the dining room but that's all.
"Can I offer you a coke?" He asks politely as if she is nothing more than a guest in his home.
She shakes her head.
"A coffee?" He suggests.
"What are you going to do with me?" She demands with a cold stare, she might be still a little afraid, but she will fight till the end.
"I just want to ask you a couple of questions and then you're free to go" He says calmly and Allison isn't sure how but…She knows he's telling the truth.
"Ask then" She urges him.
"Why you didn't ask help to your friend?"
Allison chews her bottom lip and clears her throat. "The way you talked" She explains.
"What about it?" He arches a brow as he squints at her.
"You managed to find a lie for everything he asked, you spoke fast and yet convincingly, you were trained for it, you're used to lie and feel comfortable with it. You're a binder don't you?" She says sternly meeting his green eyes with interest.
"So you decided to risk your life just to prove you're right?" He says impressed.
"Who are you?" She demands.
"That isn't important now. I'm more interest in knowing who you are"
Allison blinks thoughtfully. What does he mean? He brought her here and he doesn't even know who she is? She thought he planned this, but why would he bother to kidnap her when he doesn't even know who she is? "What…What do….What do you mean?"
"Your last name" He points out with piercing eyes.
"What about it?" She says not getting what he means.
"You can't be an Argent. Because to be an Argent you should be my daughter or Chris'"
"Un….Uncle Jeremy?"
The man doesn't move a bit, neither nods. He just stares at her with calculating eyes. Can it be him? Really? But…How? This is impossible! Her dad has been looking for him all this months without any success.
Allison squints. Is this the reason his eyes look so familiar? God she can't even remember his face right. She was so young the last time she saw him, but now…She can notice some resembles on his features, he kind of remind her of her dad but just a bit, he has the saw square jaw and green eyes but he…
"You look too young to be my uncle" She shots without detaching her eyes from him.
He smirks "And you look too alive to be my niece"
What….What does he mean? "What are you talking about?"
"I have only one niece called Allison and she died twelve years ago"
….
They are in the hotel's lobby. Scott can't help noticing the anxiety in the air. People are scared. They know something is going on in the town though is quite sure of what is exactly going on. With his wolf's ears he can hear all kind of hushes and whispers. There are rumors of an internet blackout. Many say that all kind of communications have been cut. Some talk about a serial killer who escaped prison and now is slaughtering the town.
There is a talk not too far from them of a couple of old men speaking of war and terrorism. According to them the whole country is under attack and they are using biological weapons against citizens.
Everyone have their own theories but at the end all of them meet in the same place. The people in the town is scared.
"Scott!" Isaac urges him in a hush.
He snaps and blinks. "Sorry, what you were saying?" He asks embarrassed.
"I was saying that we need to be more careful now that we know that they are inside the town" Derek grunts glaring at him.
Scott nods. "But what can we do know? Should we track them? Set them a trap?"
"A trap?" Jackson frowns at him with a shiny look on his eyes.
"We need more pack members! That's what we need!" Isaac protests in a whisper.
Derek sets his jaw. "We have no time to train new wolves"
"Then we're going to die!" Isaac spits with despise
"If you're so afraid to die to should go with your friends now that they are back in town" Says a familiar voice and Scott feels the disturbing scent in the air and cranes his neck at his left.
"What are you doing here?" Derek demands looking at Stiles with hatred.
Scott has been sloppy. Stile's scent is so strong you could feel it a mile away and yet he has been so busy eavesdropping he didn't notice that he was on his way.
"I was looking for you and then I recalled you gave me this address the other day" Stiles replies sternly taking a seat next to Jackson.
"You shouldn't be here" Scott says with gritted teeth. He has to make a big effort to not gag. There is lump in his throat, he saw Stiles die last night, he saw his blood and tasted it in the air. It was so scary and disturbing and yet he is now right here sitting with them as if nothing happened.
He talked about with Jackson and Isaac this morning at school, he told them but… Both of them said they didn't see anything, and it is true. If Eric would have ripped Stiles' throat he would be dead for sure. What is happening to Scott? He can't get it but it is almost as if he… He saw it before it happened.
"You got to be kidding me" Stiles scoffs. "None of you would be here if it wasn't for me"
"How humble of you" Derek snorts.
"Jesus!" Stiles rolls his eyes. "Why can't you admit that you need me?"
Derek shifts in his seat. "Because we don't need you"
Stiles sighs and stares at Scott but he looks away. "He's right Stiles, you have no business here" He affirms.
"You saw what happened last night! I fought! I can do it! I can be useful for you, we can do this"
"Don't say stupid things, just take a look at you" Derek grunts.
"I might be skinny and just human but…"
"Shut the fuck, everyone is going to hear you" Isaac reminds them.
Stiles' cheeks burn and he glances down embarrassed. "I'm sorry" He mutters. "But you know I'm right, I can fight"
"You can't fight" Scott grumbles. "You're just a stupid kid who thinks he is a super hero but you're nothing, you're just a burden to all of us. We couldn't fight freely last night because everyone was too busy trying to keep you alive"
He hates himself for those words, but he's tired of it. He needs to keep Stiles out of this before his premonitory nightmare becomes true and he ends on knees crying over his best friend's body. He wouldn't be able to stand it, he would rather die in his place.
Stiles looks up and his eyes and Scott's meet. He can see the pain in the eyes of the boy. Scott has said so many hurtful things the last days but he has no choice. He can't let them hurt Stiles, he will first kill them all before letting that happen.
"I can take any of you" Stiles assures.
"Stop acting like you have everything under control Monkey, you know you're as scared as us all. Those were just three wolves. What are you going to do when a thousand werewolves and a Fenrir goes after you? What are you going to do when an army of Wendigos try to rip your throat?"
Everyone shuts and now all of them stare at Stiles with intently eyes. He can feel Stiles' anxiety, he doesn't know what to reply and he is furious because he wants to prove them wrong.
"I…"
"What are you going to do if they success? Tell us your plan to kill the unstoppable creature" Asks Scott with sarcasm hoping it is enough to keep them out of their business.
Stiles looks at all of them looking for help. "I can look in…"
"Go home" Derek advises. "And release the line of the woods, you look like shit"
"I don't…"
Scott notices it now…Stiles looks scrawnier than usual, his skin is even paler and the bags below his eyes…Is his spell doing this to him? Now he recalls Deaton's words about the toll it would imply on him.
Stiles stands "You're all mad. You need me! If it wasn't for me you all would be dead by now"
"If it wasn't for you none of this would be happening" Scott replies drily while he does his best not to cry. He stepped over the line, but he can't unsay his words now.
Just go Stiles just go He begs in his mind while he stares at his best friend with hatred.
Stiles gaps and then looks at them all with wide eyes.
He swallows and Scott can hears his strong heartbeat choking him, yet Stiles pretends to not be overwhelmed and with the last of his dignity he leaves.
….
She got his text at ten and yet she couldn't make until now. There have been frightened people in the town limits claiming to be freed. Things are starting to get messy. There are some citizens that say that they can't communicate with the outside and saying that the government is blocking the communications to not let anyone know what is happening in Beacon Hills. It is scary to think about it. How serious thing might get?
She gets inside and even though there is a usual line of people concerned that they might be infected with the virus things look pretty normal.
The guards in the doors might be asking themselves why she comes so often, but she doesn't care. She has no time for them, she needs to talk to Simon as soon as possible, their future and their children depends on what he might tell her now.
She walks down the hallway a little hesitant. It doesn't matter how many times she comes back here, she still sees that man in her mind, lumbering at her. Ready to rip her throat with that clawed hand and those vicious and scary glowing red eyes.
"Are you okay?" Simon asks showing up next to her suddenly.
Mellissa's heart gives a little hop and she sighs as soon as she recognizes him.
"I'm fine, just too much work" She admits with a grin.
"I heard about what is going on. It doesn't matter how much they try to make things look normal. People knows that something is not right here" He says with disappointment in his voice.
Mellissa just nods and follows him to his consult. "Is it safe to speak here?" She asks looking around.
"Is fine, we're not plotting to take down the government or anything, we're just friends talking about our lives" He clarifies with a smirk.
"But what about Julie's companions? They won't detach their eyes from me, I think they know we're up to something"
"Don't worry, they will think that we are having an affair, you know how the nurses are" He chuckles with some embarrassment.
Melissa blushes…She…Can't believe those women are seriously considering that… No! That's so out of the place! Simon is her best friend. That's all. "So…What…What did you want to tell me?" She asks a little nervous.
He takes off his glasses and takes a deep breath. "Something definitely weird is going on"
"What do you mean?"
"One of the nurses is on charge of taking Julie her meals, and she has been able to take a quick look to her notes" He explains with some concern on her voice.
"So what? What did she find? Is this all a weird experiment or something like it?"
"I'm not sure" He admits scratching his chin. "There is a weird pattern in the victims"
Victims. She repeats in her mind. He is starting to admit that isn't about just a virus. "A pattern?" Frowns thoughtfully.
"All the people that got infected were athletes"
"Athletes?"
"I checked their histories. All of them did exercise, got healthy lives, none of them got any pathologies, no asthma, not diabetes, nothing"
Mellissa gaps. This doesn't make any sense.
"And that's not all, they got more in common" He whispers.
"What else?"
"All of them got B positive as blood type"
"B positive? Why?"
He shakes his head. "I'm not sure, but it looked like the virus just…"
"I don't Simon. This is all so weird. Healthy people getting infected with a virus? Why all they got the same blood type? Why only healthy people?"
"What are you suggesting?" He asks with frustration.
"This has to be something else, it sounds like an experiment. There is no other explanation why the virus is so selective with its victims, it is like it has a mind of its own. I don't think there is a virus"
"I would agree with you if it wasn't because…" His voice trails off.
What? What happened now? Has things changed?
"There was a case of woman, a teacher"
"What happened to her?" Mellissa sits and tries to breath. He has to know the truth. She needs to sit with him and Scott and tell Simon all the truth of what is going on in the town and at the same time ask her son about this "Virus" and discover if he knows something about it. He got home late last night. God she fears for his life and at the same time she feels like she doesn't have authority anymore to tell him what to do or give him curfews.
"She got all the symptoms. The sudden hair growing in the body, a self-destructive behavior, he tried to attack the nurses and even her skeleton changed a little through the days"
"But…" Mellissa bits her lip fearing his answer.
"She didn't fit in the profile of the other infected, she wasn't B positive and she didn't get the most flawless immune system"
Mellissa opens her eyes wide. This means…
"That's not all. Most of the infected lasted just a couple of hours before bursting in blood in their beds. She lasted almost a week and her body is intact"
"So…" She starts swallowing hard.
"So the virus is muting" Simon sighs with frightened voice. "Now everyone can get infected"
….
"What do you mean by dead?" Allison asks feeling her chest throbbing.
"You died" He says confused and looking around as if trying to find the answer to all that mess.
Allison follows his eyes to the dirty and opaque windows and sees the orange light.
"The sun is setting" He whispers thoughtfully.
A phone rings. Her phone rings. Allison's heart gives a lurch and she breaths, now she notices that she has been holding her breath and now her phone is reconnecting her with the real world.
"Aren't you going to pick that?" He asks calmer now.
Allison shoves her hands in her pockets quickly to not let him know how nervous she is feeling right now.
"Hello?" She says hesitantly.
"Allison!" Says Stiles voice with relief. "I was so concerned, I thought you were in trouble"
Allison looks at her…Uncle and he beckons her with his eyes.
"I'm fine. He just wanted to talk to me about the drama club"
"Are you at Scott's place?" The voice asks at the other side of the line and she notices some upset tune on his voice. Did something happen?
"Not yet, I'm on my way now" She says hoping she is right. She is scared after all, there is too much information she must process and she is afraid this man can be lying to her but…How? He knows things about her she doesn't even know herself, like the fact that she is supposedly to be dead.
"Alright, let me now when you're back. I need to talk to you"
He cuts the call and Allison chews her bottom lip. What does he want to talk about? What could have happened? Is this about the spark? It is odd but they hadn't talk about it since the night it all started months ago. It is unbelievable but always something happen, they are always in danger and have no time to discuss their weird bond, it have been increasing its strength lately. She can swear she has been in his mind the past days and he felt her fear earlier this morning. It is like its growing fast.
"Are you alright?" Jeremy Argent asks with concern.
Allison nods. "I'm fine, I'm just too confused right now. What do you mean with I should be dead?"
"There is no time" He replies setting his jaw. "The sun is setting, they might come after me anytime soon. I need you to tell me where your dad is" He urges her.
Allison hesitates. "I…"
"Allison please, we are all in danger. I came here because your dad left me a message telling me that the town was taken, I need to find him before it is too late"
What is she going to do? Can she really trust this man? She can't help feeling afraid and at the same time some relief. She can't remember him because she was too young the last time she saw him but at the same time she feels at home right now. She feels like she finally found someone who speaks her same language, someone who understands how serious all this issue is and he also said that he received her dad's message.
But she doesn't know where her dad is.
"I'm sorry. He didn't tell me" She blushes. "It was too risky, he wanted me to stay out of all this. He just say he was going to look for me when it was all over"
"This can't be possible" He grunts. "There has to be a way to contact him. I'm risking my life coming here, he can't just make me come and then vanish"
"We can find him. I guess we can sort thing out" She assures.
"There is no time" He grumbles. "The sun is setting. They might come for me tonight, you need to hide. Where are you staying? I'll drive you home"
"I…" She balls her hands. She doesn't know what to do. "I'm staying at one of my dad friend's home. I can take the bus from here, there is no need for you to take me"
"Are you sure?"
She nods.
"You could stay with me. I can find a place to hide you until we find your dad"
Staying with her uncle! It sounds like…The best option. That's what her dad would want but all her weapons are at Scott's and she barely knows this man and she still doesn't know if she can trust him.
"I can't just come here. I don't know you how can I know if I can trust you when you don't answer my questions?"
He blinks and then sighs. "Alright, go home know. If I survive this night I'll tell you everything you want to know and then we're gonna find your dad"
She smirks feeling better now. "Okay" She nods. "I'll see you tomorrow then"
She walks to the door and he speaks. "Allison?"
"Yeah?"
"No one can know about this okay?"
She nods and tightens her grip on her bag. A chill runs down her spine. He said she should be dead. Why?
….
It is night already. He shouldn't be walking down all by himself. One of the evil werewolves might show up and the least he wants now is trouble. He can't believe Scott and those assholes! After all the things he did last night and how he saved their lives they just threw him away like garbage. Even Derek! He should have known that he thought he was useless, he has always treated Stiles like a useless human after all. But this is it. He's not going to help them or do anything for them anymore, if they want to die so desperately then he is going to let them. He should have listened to Deaton from the beginning and stay out of their way, they are nothing but trouble. Even Scott.
He misses his car. If he had his jeep this trip home would he shorter and quicker. He still a couple of blocks away from the bus stop and is starting to grow tired of always walking home, if only his dad wasn't mad at him he would fix his car, but he can't do anything about it for now.
He should hurry up. His dad might be on his way home, or he has double shift tonight? He can't remember. They barely talk lately. Anyway, he better get home and prepare dinner just in case he shows up.
A thunder blasts the air and he looks up. There wasn't a lightning he is sure of it and yet…
He approaches the bench of the bus stop. There are a couple of women with children talking about rumors of a virus in the town.
Another blast…Did he…? Did he hear well?
"Did you hear that?" One of the women says looking up.
"Yeah…" Starts her friend confused. "It was like a thunder but…"
There is another loud crack.
"It sounds like a thunder but…"
It happens again.
Stiles cranes his neck to his back. Just a couple of blocks away is the wood line. Now he recalls the previous night. That sound… Someone is trying to break his barrier.
Stiles stands and starts walking away from the bus stop. When he's sure there is no one around he starts jogging and then dashing toward the wood line. His body resents his run quickly. Derek is right, the fertility line has a toll on him. He can feel like he has a massive weigh on his back. He has to make a big effort to stay straight and not bend.
He spots the dark forest just a couple of feet away from the street and the thunder cracks again.
He snaps his head toward the darkness and peeks, but he can't see anything. Who is there? Don't know those assholes that the barrier is unbreakable? Derek told him to break it, but it is useful, at least a bit. Maybe the biggest part of the pack is in the town, but at least he managed to trap Erica, Vernon, the Wendigo and that other werewolf in there. It could be useful somehow and yet…They are trying to break free.
He stops before the line he drawn himself the night before and cracks in loud laughs. He is really mad right now and maybe he can't kick Scott and Derek's asses but at least he can make fun of those stupid trapped morons for believing they can stand a chance against him.
"What happen? Are you…"
A cry. He hears a cry.
His heart sink. It is a child's voice. There is no mistake.
Stiles steps ahead and feels how his ears clog like it happened last December at Deaton's place. What the hell is he doing? It could be a trap!
A sobbing. There is a kid sobbing somewhere in the woods.
"Hello?" He calls aloud afraid of what might happen to him. He doesn't have anything to protect himself right now. If this is trap he is lost.
"Hello?" He repeats walking slowly as the sound of the cries increases.
He climbs the seeped ground making sure not to step on a twig and give off his location that easily and then he spots him.
There is a little boy lying on the ground next to an oak rubbing his eyes with his tiny hands as he sobs. What is he doing there?
"Hello?" He says again.
The kid quickly jerks and stands starting to run away.
"Hey! Wait!" Stiles calls at his back.
"No! Please no!" The kid shouts as he keeps running.
"Come here! I won't hurt you!"
"Mommy!" The child keeps crying aloud. He trips with something and falls to the floor.
Stiles takes his chance and lungs fast to him.
He is the ground holding his scrapped leg. Is a boy of six years old approximately. He has a golden hair all dirty and with twigs and legs tangled. His eyes are light blue with a red line around for the sobbing. His clothes are ragged and torn everywhere, stained with dirt and…Dried blood.
"Are you? Are you okay?" Stiles says gently and a little overwhelmed.
The kid keeps crying without looking at him.
"Hey! It's okay, I'm a friend I promise"
"I can't find my mommy" The boy says in a sob.
"It's okay, you're fine" Stiles assures. "I'll find your mommy"
The boy snivels a little and then looks up at Stiles. "You know where my mommy is?"
Stiles shakes his head. "I don't…We'll find her!" He promises.
"I'm hungry" The boy says shaking.
"Don't worry, I'll get you a hamburger and chocolate milk, do you like hamburgers and chocolate milk?"
The kid stops crying at stares at Stiles straight in the eye for a couple of minutes and then he nods.
"Great! Cuz I love them too and I'm a great cook"
The boy nods again. "You will take me with my mommy?"
Stiles nods.
"You promise?"
"I promise" Stiles affirms with a grin. "Come I'll get that hamburger and then we'll gonna find your mommy"
The boy hesitates for a second and then he tends his hand to Stiles so he can grab him.
Stiles takes him on his hands carefully sitting him over his shoulders. He is too scrawny and bony, as if he has been starving for weeks. Who could let a kid wandering all by himself in the woods? Is he the son of one of the victims of the Wendigos? Is he orphan? Stiles hopes not, because he just promised he would find his mom after all.
He starts walking slowly toward the town, sighing with relief. He can't believe the wolves didn't come after him. For a second he thought he would had to face them with nothing to defend himself. He would be dead by now, yet they might be on their way. The woods are pretty big after all.
Carefully he descends the slope and smiles when he sees the town. He looks back to make sure they are being followed and he can't see a soul.
"What's your name?" He asks cheerful hoping that way the kid will feel more comfortable with him.
"Dylan" The boy replies calmer now.
Stiles crosses the line and he hears the thunder again cutting the calm of the night. He jerks his head at the moment he feels Dylan's weight disappearing from his shoulders.
He looks back and finds the boy lying on his back inside of the woods.
….
There a loud crack that burst not too far from there. He looks up but he can't find the origin of it. How is this possible? He can swear he heard a thunder.
He snaps his head and slowly climbs down of the branch. After that conversation that he eavesdropped he hadn't hear anything else for hours. It seems like they moved to somewhere else in the house.
He jumps to the nearest branch and carefully descends to reach the window from before and now he finds them standing before the couch with their heads craned toward the door.
"What was that?" The she-wolf that used to be in Derek's pack asks.
"It was like a thunder" Another female voice replies.
"Theodore come here!" They call.
"What's going on ladies?" A male voice says after a couple seconds.
"Did you hear that?" The first woman says.
"It was a thunder" He points out.
"It sounded like last night" She explains. "Like when Stiles kicked our asses"
Stiles? So…It was him after all? How is that possible? How could that boy cast such protection? He is strong! No, more than strong! He is a powerful binder…Or the stupidest kid in the world, he might be dying by now but…If they are right and that is the sound of the barrier it means that he is not just a simple binder and there is a hidden potential in him…Just like in Allison.
"You think someone is trying to get out?" The second she-wolf says thoughtful.
"Or maybe trying to get in" Explains Theodore.
"You think Damien is trying to reach us?" The first girl asks.
"I don't know, he could just call over the phone" The male bipedalist admits. "Maybe it is Argent drawing us to a trap"
"Where are the others?" Both She-wolves ask at once.
"They are near the lake getting dinner"
"So…Should we go and inspect?" The first girl asks.
Chris doesn't hear a reply, but when he hears the door he gets that they agreed to go and inspect what is going on. It is his chance to get into the cabin and see if they have something inside that might give him a clue of what's going on but at the same time he can't help feeling that he should follow him. This might be trap after all, maybe they want him to get into the cabin to get him.
He is not sure what to do…But if he lets them go now…
Damn it! He thinks jumping from the tree and running after them at a safe distant, thought since they are wolves it is harder for him to keep the pace.
He follows the trace for ten minutes feeling the hunger already burning his insides, as his lungs scream for air, yet he keeps following them. He needs to find what they are looking after all, maybe if he is lucky he can capture one of them and take it with him to the cave to interrogate it.
They start descending.
He slows his pace and follows them down until they stop.
"Are you sure if was here?" Theodore asks.
"Yeah, it came from here I'm sure of it" One of the she-wolves says.
Chris has to squint to get a better view of them in the darkness, he is not sure but he thinks it is Derek's former pack member, so the other she-wolf was the one he saw the day before, the one who killed the hare for him. Didn't she come?
"It was a waste of time, there is nothing here" Theodore complains.
"Are you sure?" A voice says and Chris blood runs cold.
"I found something pretty interesting here" The she-wolf from yesterday says as Chris turns on his heels to find himself face to face with her.