Be happy guys! I'm being pretty regular with updating this story! I only hope I can continue to keep up this regular pace once school gets more involved. At the moment I'm alright but soon it'll be busy.
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When Stiles woke up several hours later, it was to the blinding pain from being electrocuted. His body jerked and trembled as he awoke with a loud scream. His eyes flew open and he glared at the werewolf once the electricity was switched off.
"Wakey wakey sunshine. That's enough rest for now. You see, I think it's about time you started answering some questions of mine. But be warned, give me the answer I don't want, and you will be punished. Which way each time I can't say. But I think you understand what is implied."
Stiles watched the werewolf as he moved closer towards the tied up boy. He smirked and brang out his claws on one hand, the other resting limply by his side.
"Let's start with the basics shall we? Hmmm…How strong is your pack, or rather, would your pack be should you have all its members? You included of course. And those two little humans two of your betas string along."
Stiles bit his bottom lip. If this was basic, he had no idea what was in stall for him with the harder questions.
"You think I'm going to answer your questions about the pack?! Hah! Have you no grasp of the meaning of the word loyalty?" Stiles spat out harshly, before hissing in pain as a claw was dragged over his chest again, deeper than before. Although it was obvious that it wasn't this werewolf's objective to turn him.
He knew this particular werewolf was an alpha. Whether that meant he was from the alpha pack or not, Stiles wasn't sure.
"Sorry kiddo, but I'm afraid that's the wrong answer. Let's try again. How strong is your pack?"
Stiles glared but kept his mouth shut, even when the wolf dug several claws into him and ripped part of his skin.
"Alright. Let's go a little more basic. Warm you up a little. How about that Scott boy? Your best friend. How strong do you think he'll be, considering that he isn't a proper part of your pack?"
"He's strong enough to take on several betas at once that are part of a pack. If he works together with Derek, he's strong enough to beat your sorry werewolf ass!" Stiles replied, keeping his voice harsh and venomous.
"My my. Such confident words from the main human of the pack. Then again, as is to be expected when the wolves listen to you more than they do their alpha."
Stiles pulled against his chains then, managing to kick the werewolf back.
"Don't you dare start insulting the pack!"
The werewolf stared at him for a second before laughing, stepping closer and scoring a long deep cut down Stiles' thigh.
"Touchy. Calm down little red. Next question. What is alpha Derek Hale's plan? What is he aiming to achieve out of hunting for us?"
Stiles let out a choked laugh, sounding hollow, even to him.
"Have you learnt nothing from the past questions. I'm not telling you squat. Do your worst. I'd die before I ratted out the pack."
"Well, that can be arranged. But not quite yet. Your pack hasn't found where you could possibly be, which means you are still of use to us. I'll kill you the minute you become useless though. That is a promise."
He turned and headed back to the box, turning it on again and watching Stiles scream and thrash against the chains in pain.
"I guess I'll be doing you a favour though. It means you can finally see that whore you called a mother again."
Stiles glared up through his pain, pure rage in his eyes.
"Fuck….you."
The werewolf just laughed, shutting off the box once more and leaving the room with a little wave. Again Stiles watched him go before glancing at the ground. Fresh blood was pooling underneath him from the new cuts the werewolf had given him. There was still a sharp throbbing pain in every inch of his body, making the wounds he got from the crash that much worse.
Be careful guys. And please don't rush in to save me. I'm not worth everyone dying.
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Derek paced outside the little motel the three of them had checked into. Scott and Isaac had both gone to ask anyone if they'd seen Stiles or his jeep. However they were taking longer than what Derek liked.
His head jerked up when he caught the scent of Scott. The boy arrived first with a dejected look on his face.
"No one I asked knew anything about whether Stiles even came here or not. My guess is that he tried to stay out of sight. His dad would've heard if someone saw and recognised him."
Derek placed a hand on Scott's shoulder before the boy had a chance to start going on. He was holding on with what little hope of finding Stiles, alive, that he had left. But Scott was so close to breaking again.
Both their heads turning when Isaac arrived, looking a little more hopeful than what Scott had.
"I don't know how good the information is, but someone claimed they saw a blue jeep heading towards the forest on the outskirts of town. It would make sense that Scott and I heard something while he was by there."
Derek nodded and turned, already pushing the boys towards the way they had to go.
"Let's get a move on then!" He growled, racing ahead of them and leading them out of sight to where the forest reaches into the town.
They weren't too far past it when Scott skidded to a halt, his nostrils flaring. Derek was the second to stop. Instead of asking what was wrong, he scented the air as well, a growl coming up from the back of his throat when he recognised the scent.
Without a word, the three wolves turned and followed the scent off the road and down a hill. As they moved, the passed areas where shattered glass lay on the ground, some having drops of blood on them. They tried to ignore the overpowering scent of Stiles' blood as they continued moving.
Scott was getting more and more anxious as the moved down the hill. Until they came to the spot where the jeep sat upside down, still smoking a little. He ran forward before Derek or Isaac could even react and went straight for the driver's side. But there was no Stiles to greet him. Only smashed windows and blood on the steering wheel, parts of the seat and ceiling.
Standing up from where he was crouched, Scott turned towards the other two, Stiles' phone in his hand.
"Well…there goes the idea of using his phone to try and track him." He whimpered.
Isaac moved from Derek's side and nuzzled Scott, silently trying to comfort the other beta. Derek watched the two for a minute before he glanced around. The scent of Stiles' blood really was overpowering. But Derek could catch the scent of another pack. Which pack he had no idea. He just knew that werewolves had been to this crash site.
"Another pack has him." Derek announced lowly, his eyes flashing dangerously red for a minute.
"Wait what?!"
Derek glanced over Scott and Isaac before nodding his head at the jeep.
"There's pack scent here. And not ours. While we can check the hospital, I doubt we're going to find Stiles there. I'm almost certain this other pack has him. Which means they want something out of us. Something worth trading the life of one of our pack members." Derek explained.
He didn't like the looks that crossed over both betas' faces. Instead he shook his head and led them away from the crash site.
"If another pack does have Stiles….then we're gonna have to put off searching for him for a little while."
"What?! No way Derek! We're not abandoning Stiles! He needs us now more than ever!" Scott growled out, glaring at Derek.
"And what do you plan on doing once you find him, huh? If another pack has him, what are you planning to do? We need the whole of our pack to take on another pack. You know that Scott. I don't want to leave Stiles in their hands any longer than what you do. But we have to think logically about this." He pointed out.
Scott let out an animalistic growl but didn't say anymore. Instead, he leant against Isaac a little as the other werewolf stood next to him.
"So what's our next move?" Isaac asked carefully, not noticing the added weight of Scott.
"Stiles came here in search of Jackson. So we'll continue to try and find him. Even if we can't find Erica or Boyd, Jackson will be the added power that we need to be able to keep the pack distracted enough to get Stiles free. He's been in a car crash and I seriously doubt that they've given him the medical treatment he needs." Derek replied, leading them back up the hill.
"Alright. But how do we find Jackson? He's been avoiding us enough as it is anyway." Scott muttered.
Derek shrugged and led them back towards the motel.
"We do what we can and we find him. Then we get him back with the pack, we get Lydia and Allison here and we find and save Stiles."
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Stiles had lost count of how many times he'd been 'visited' by the werewolf. It must've been two days by now. He really didn't know. His day scheduled consisted of getting tortured then falling into an uneasy sleep until the next torture session began.
He could tell the werewolf was getting frustrated with him. Every time he was woken up, the werewolf would always leave the electricity on a little longer and increase how much pain he was given per session. Stiles was getting too weak to really do anything but thrash and scream hoarsely and snap out his replies.
This session was no different from any other. He was woken by sharp pain as his body jerked and he screamed awake.
"You'd think I'd get bored of hearing those pained screams by now. But I'm not. I'm surprised you can still scream though. You wanna know how long we've had you? Three days. It's been three days since we made you crash. And in that time, I've tortured you at least twice per day. Usually more. But you know that. You have a lot of spirit though. But I think you're beginning to crack."
Stiles watched the werewolf wearily as he came closer. His breathing never slowed down anymore. He was always slightly panicked and out of breath.
"S-so what. I still won't give away the pack." He croaked out, his throat hurting just from talking.
"Oh we'll see. There's only so much pain a human can take before they crack under pressure. But we'll see what happens first. You cracking, or your pack finding you. Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that. Your alpha and those two betas are in town. Of course, that third beta of yours hasn't left. He visited that crash site the day after the rest of your pack. He's been closer to finding us than the rest of your pack."
Stiles stared at him before chuckling painfully.
"Jackson? Oh no, he wouldn't be looking for me. He doesn't care about me or anyone else in the pack apart from Lydia." Stiles muttered, giving a hollow grin.
The werewolf looked him up and down, lazily dragging a claw over his body.
"Really now? I wouldn't be so sure about that. His scent has been closer here than those others. And he doesn't even seem to be trying really hard."
Stiles listened to that and realisation slowly dawned on him. Jackson was an ass but he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't take on a pack on his own. He knew that Stiles had been kidnapped and he knew that Derek and the others were here.
He was trying to lead them to Stiles through his scent rather than actually going to them. He wanted to be their backup plan should other things fail. He wanted to give them the upper hand.
Stiles shook his head and laughed softly.
"Yeah right. I know Jackson." He scoffed, it turning it a cough.
The werewolf was studying him before he shook his head.
"Are you ready to answer my questions yet? Truthfully."
"Go to hell."
The werewolf chuckled before, for the first time, striking Stiles in the face. His claws scored through Stiles' cheek, leaving behind deep, bleeding cuts.
Stiles' head turned with the attack before he turned back to look at the werewolf.
"Strike me all you want. Beat me, electrocute me. Do whatever makes you feel better. Because all I'm gonna be is the bait. I won't give away anything and I won't crack. I may be human, but my loyalty to the pack is stronger than any amount of pain or torture." He choked out, glaring at the werewolf.
The werewolf growled in annoyance, his clawed hand balling into a fist.
"Maybe so. But all humans crack eventually. You're gonna be no different. You just need a little push."
Stiles sighed softly, the rush of air making him wince as his chest expanded and contracted.
"Believe what you must. But Derek and the others aren't gonna be impressed. So you better watch your tail."
This story sure took a turn for the dark side. But it should only last a few more chapters. This story is about puppies and it's gonna stay that way!
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