MAN this chapter was quick for me to type. I don't know whether that's a good thing or not...But at least you guys get another chapter to tire you over for a little while. It will take longer for me to get these done once I start school again.

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Isaac watched Scott pace back and forth, yelling in his phone. He went on like this for five minutes before he finally hung up. He stared at his phone for several minutes before chucking it at a wall, ignoring the fact that it smashed into several pieces.

"S-Scott?"

Isaac didn't need to ask what was wrong. He'd heard the entire convosation. He'd heard the sound of the jeep speeding and the sound of Stiles panicking. Then there was a lot of loud noise, and finally, dead silence.

Scott glanced at Isaac, his fear and worry mirrored in the other wolf's eyes. Looking away, Scott glanced over the pile of sleeping puppies.

"Should I call Derek back?" Isaac asked carefully, not removing his gaze from Scott.

Scott started to shake his head, but then he sighed and nodded. He moved over to the wall where he had thrown his phone and leant against it, sliding down until he was sat on the ground. From there he was unmoving, staring into space.

Isaac watched him move before he wolfed out. Turning his attention away from Scott, he threw back his head and let out a loud howl. He knew Derek would hear him.

Once he finished howling, he changed back and grabbed his phone. He quickly dialled the one number he never expected to dial, praying that the person would pick up.

"Isaac?"

He let out a sigh of relief when the person answered.

"Allison, hey. Listen, I know you and Scott aren't exactly together right now….and that you're sorting a few things out. But, he needs you. I've never seen him this broken…and that's saying something considering the amount of times he's been worried about you."

"W-what? Isaac, what's going on? I heard a howl a minute before you called. Was that you?"

He bit his lip at the confusion in her voice, but he didn't want to explain over the phone. It'd cause too much hassle.

"I…yeah that was me howling. Listen, can you just come over to the Hale house? I'll explain everything once you get here, alright?"

Allison sighed before agreeing to meet him. She asked if she'd need her hunting supplies and Isaac had admitted that he thought it'd be better if she brought something to protect herself, considering that they still didn't know what was going on with the alpha pack.

Hanging up the phone, Isaac turned to see Derek standing frozen at the doorway. The puppies were all greeting him with excited yips but he didn't even spare them a glance. His eyes were moving from Scott, to Isaac and back again.

"What's wrong? Why did you howl Isaac?" He asked evenly, finally deciding to look at Isaac.

"I…Well…Derek we uhh…"

No matter how he wanted to, he couldn't find the right words to tell Derek what both he and Scott were suspecting. They knew the lengths Stiles was going to, to try and find the rest of the pack. More than what Derek knew or believed.

"What is it Isaac? Spit it out!" Derek growled, just as the sound of a car came to their ears.

Isaac glanced at Scott, expecting the other beta to react to the sound and scent, considering who it was. But he didn't even glance up. He just kept staring at his broken phone like it was going to ring and Stiles was going to be on the other end of the line, laughing and telling Scott that everything was okay and that he'd just been in a little situation but he was fine now.

Unfortunately, they both knew that that wasn't going to happen. Something bad had happened to Stiles and neither of them even knew where he was.

Isaac's gaze returned to the doorway Derek was blocking when Allison squeezed past him. Like Derek, she froze when she saw Scott. The werewolf still hadn't looked up at the girl he loved, or even registered that she was there.

Allison turned to Isaac, the question she was about to ask clear on her face.

"I-Isaac, what's going on? Why'd you call me here? What's wrong with Scott?"

Isaac looked over both her and Derek before sighing and leaning against the back of the couch, his eyes wandering every now and then.

"Scott called Stiles. We were a little concerned about one of the pups so we figured we should ask Stiles if its behaviour was normal. He assured us it was normal and that there was nothing to worry about. The two of them were just talking for a while when Scott and I heard a weird sound over Stiles' end of the line.

Confused, Scott asked Stiles where he was. He claimed to be outside his house. However, his breathing and heart rate spiked. Then, we heard him start up the jeep and take off. He was speeding and we could tell he was going really fast, even just by the sound.

Scott kept asking him where he was. Stiles had replied saying that he wasn't home. He started to mention about something chasing him when he was cut off. We heard this loud sound followed by the sound of shattering glass and metal hitting the ground again and again and again. Scott kept yelling Stiles' name but he never replied. Then it went deathly silent. Scott hung up then."

Both Allison and Derek were staring at him once Isaac looked up after finishing his recount. He bit his bottom lip, glancing back over at Scott. He looked even more broken after hearing what had happened again.

Allison followed Isaac's gaze before she moved over to Scott. She dropped onto her knees in front of him and reached out, placing a hand over one of his.

"Scott?"

He finally stopped staring at the phone to look at her. But the look he gave her, it wasn't like any look he'd ever given her before. It was half like he didn't even recognise her.

"A-Allison…"

She gave in then and pulled him into a hug. He stayed frozen for a second before his arms came around her tightly and he buried his head in the crook of her neck. His shoulders shook as he finally broke down.

Isaac turned away from the two of them to look at Derek. The alpha's face was expressionless and even his eyes didn't give away anything. But Isaac could tell he wasn't taking the news well. His body was too rigid, his muscles too tense.

"There's only one way we can know where Stiles has gone. There should be some sort of key as to where he would have gone. Stiles was searching for the pack the entire time he was at home. He'd have Scott and I go out and scent each area he suspected one of the pack could be. He'd never actually go out himself. My best bet would be he got a lead and didn't bother to call either of us to give him backup, or go ourselves." Isaac suggested.

Derek nodded before glancing at Allison.

"Allison, will you stay here and take care of Scott? And the puppies too if it isn't too much to ask." He asked her, his voice staying perfectly even.

"Of course. As long as you need. But Derek, you're kidding yourself if you think you can leave to find Stiles without Scott."

Derek let out an emotionless chuckle, like he usually did and turned on his heel.

"Oh, I know there's no way of stopping Scott. Stiles is his best friend and he'll be damned if he doesn't help him. We'll return once we know where Stiles went. Isaac, let's go."

Isaac obediently followed Derek outside and into his Camaro. The two stayed very quiet during most of the drive, until Derek asked what was on his mind.

"Isaac, why didn't you tell me sooner about what Stiles was up to?"

Isaac bit his lower lip and didn't look at his alpha as he answered.

"Stiles asked that Scott and I didn't tell you what he was doing. He wanted to surprise you if he happened to find one of our pack members. He'd been hoping to find Jackson sometime this week. Erica and Boyd have been a little more difficult to track." He replied truthfully.

Derek didn't make any other noise as they pulled in on the street opposite to Stiles' house. Luckily for them, Sheriff Stilinski wasn't home.

"Alright. Isaac, let me make this clear. We go in, get Stiles' location and we get out. We don't have time to mess around. The sheriff will be home soon and it's bad enough that Stiles isn't here."

Isaac nodded once before getting out of the car and following Derek around the back and up through Stiles' window. He wasn't surprised by the mess the room was in. Derek, however, was another story.

He stared around the room, taking in the notes discarded all over the place. There was notes on Stiles' bed, his desk and all over his floor. Pinned up on one wall was a large map with points marked on it, no doubt places Stiles had already tried.

Isaac had made a beeline for that map. Derek decided to start at Stiles' desk. He shifted quickly through all the notes, glancing over them then putting them to the side if they didn't have information he needed. Most of them included bits and pieces of what Scott or Isaac had found.

He then stopped when he came to a bit of paper. All that was on it was dots that had been joined up. Next to each dot was the name of a place.

"Hey Isaac…" Derek turned and walked over to where Isaac was silently joining together towns on the map.

He turned and glanced over the page Derek was holding. He then turned back to the map, following along the line Stiles had made on the page until he got to the same town Stiles had.

"There. Stiles has been tracking Jackson for a while now. He must've guessed where he would be next. Based on the information you found, my guess is he'd be here."

Derek glanced at the point Isaac was pointing at. He nodded once before turning and placing the paper back on Stiles' desk.

"Come on. Let's go get Scott then chase after the damn kid before he gets himself killed."

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Stiles groaned before he slowly opened his eyes. Glancing around, it became very clear that he wasn't in his jeep like he had been the first time he'd woken up. Of course, he passed out again about a second after waking up.

Now he seemed to be in some sort of empty warehouse or something similar. His hands were tied to a chain above his head and he had something attached to the side of his abdomen. He didn't really want to know what it was. Or why he was missing his shirt.

What he was more concerned about, was the pain that he felt practically all over. It was to be expected considering that he'd been in a car crash, but it didn't change the fact that it hurt.

"So you're awake finally. I have to say, you made a pretty good show of crashing your jeep."

Stiles' eyes flew to the side as someone spoke. However, they were being smart and staying to the darker areas where he couldn't identify them.

"Who are you?" He croaked out, his throat dry.

"That doesn't matter right now Stiles. But I can tell you that I'm the one you saw when you decided to floor it. However, I wasn't the lucky one to send you rolling. My packmate had that pleasure."

Stiles' eyes narrowed, half from the pain and half from the comments the obvious werewolf was making.

"So you're a werewolf. So why take me? I'm a human."

The werewolf let out a laugh and moved, patting a black box.

"Oh we know you're human. But we couldn't take our chances, which is why you're hooked up to this little beauty. You'll get a shock before you do anything funny. And besides, we figured if we keep you here long enough, your pack will realise you're missing and come look for you."

"Pack? What do you mean pack? Last I checked, I wasn't part of a pack."

The werewolf stepped forward. It was too dark in the warehouse for Stiles to see him, but he could tell that the glint coming from his hand was his claws.

"Don't play dumb with me boy. I know that you belong to the Hale pack. I can smell it all over you. I also know that one of your silly betas is in this town right now. And that two others are on the run but you have no idea where they are. And your alpha has six husky puppies currently in his home that your pack is caring for. That's right, I know all there is to know about your little 'family'."

Stiles let out a small angered noise. It then turned into a hiss as the werewolf dragged one claw diagonally down his chest. Of course, it wasn't deep enough to turn him. But it sure made him bleed.

"S-so that's why you ran me off the road and kidnapped me? To get to the pack?"

The werewolf smiled and lifted his claw off the boy's body. He tapped it to his forehead before moving around Stiles, dragging his claw lazily along Stiles' body.

"You're not as dumb as some people believe. Of course this was to get to your pack. After all, I know how the Hale pack cares for its members. Your alpha and other betas should be looking for you by now. After all, you saved us the hassle of having to wait a few extra days by being on the phone with one of them." He chuckled and scored all four of his claws along Stiles' back, leaving bleeding marks.

Stiles hissed in pain again, not giving the werewolf the satisfaction of hearing him in a large amount of pain.

"W-what do you want with them?"

The werewolf shook his head and tapped a claw against his side before he moved away again.

"Oh, that's for me to know and you to find out. But our intentions will be clear soon enough." He chuckled, placing a hand on the black box again.

"Now, how about we see how loud you can scream."

Stiles' eyes went straight to the box when he flicked a switch. Nothing happened for a few minutes, then he felt the excruciating pain as electricity pulsed through his body. His back arched even though he didn't have a foot hold and he quite literally screamed in pain.

It lasted for several minutes before the werewolf turned it off. Stiles' head drooped as he panted, sweat glistening under the minimal light in the room.

"Now that's what I wanted to hear. You, screaming in pain." He laughed.

Stiles glared up at him, pulling against the chains despite the pain it caused him. He continued to struggle until the werewolf turned on the box again. He screamed and writhed against the chains.

The werewolf watched him for a few more minutes before turning it off and moving towards where he had appeared.

"Relax a little, would ya boy? We're not gonna kill you. At least, not yet anyway. Get your rest. You'll be seeing a lot of me in the future."

With that, the werewolf left, laughing as he did. Stiles watched him go before he let his head drop again. He was panting heavily and his whole body ached. But he was exhausted and he soon fell into an uneasy sleep.

You have no idea how hard it was typing the part involving Stiles. I hate hurting the poor baby!

Of course the story just gets darker. WHAT HAPPENED TO FLUFFYNESS WITH PUPPIES?!

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