I am so sorry that this is so late. Real life has been kicking my ass. And I haven't really been in the mood to write. But I'm back and ready to go. OK down to business. I know a lot of you reviewed the last chapter and asked if Lydia is going to be a forest sprite. The answer is yes. But I want to know what type of forest sprite. I wouldn't right out and tell you she's a forest sprite. There's no fun in it that way. Now as you read this I want you to go and look up the types of sprite's there are. Have fun. Oh by the way. This chapter starts up where Stiles left the warehouse. So we get to see what the pack was doing when Stiles was getting attacked.
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The pack watched as Stiles left the meeting. As soon as Stiles was out of earshot Derek turned to Peter. "Now that Stiles had to leave. Are you going to tell us why the Alpha's would be interested in Stiles?" Peter rolled his eye's. "Not even two seconds." He sighed. "Peter." Derek growled.
Peter shook his head. "First things first. Has Stiles been acting strange today? Like he's been hearing things to loudly or like it was right next to him?" "What does that have to do with anything?" Derek asked growling. Peter shot a pointed look at him. "Because if I'm right on what he's turning into then that's one of the next things that Stiles will notices. He wont notices his own scent change but his hearing he sure as hell will." He said sternly.
"Wait." Lydia says throwing up her hands. Peter and Derek stop they're bickering to look at the blonde. "Are you saying that Stiles was bitten by something? And is now turning in to some unknown creature? And if he was bitten why didn't he tell us?" Peter gave Lydia an appraising look. While Derek just growled at the thought of someone biting Stiles. "I wouldn't say he was bitten. By the smell of him I'd say he was born like this." Peter said moving over to lean against a pole.
"Wait I thought that born werewolves went through they're first shift when they hit puberty." Isaac said confusion written on his face. "Normally you'd be right Isaac. But Stiles isn't turning into a werewolf now is he." Peter said staring at the pack in front of him. Isaac just nodded comprehension starting to creep in to his expression.
"Then what is he turning into then?" Scott haft yelled. Worry for his best friend starting to come off of him in waves. "I'm sure Ms. Martin has already started to put the peaces together and can tell you what I'm thinking." Peter said waving a hand toward her. Derek growled again getting tired of Peter's games. "Why don't you just tell us instead of dancing in circles."
Peter just ignored him and continued looking at Lydia. Rest of the pack looked towards Lydia. She had her head bowed in thought half muttered words and sentences coming from her rapped moving lips. "Looked like... cover ears... jerkier then normal." Just to name off a few of the things they heard. But before anyone could ask Lydia what any of her mutterings meant. Her head shot up and stared daggers at Peter. A cold threat of pain if he even dared to lie to her.
"Answer me one question before I say anything else." Lydia said pointing a finger at Peter. He just moved his head to the side waiting for Lydia's question. Taking it as the sign to continue Lydia asked. "The person that was being turned be it bitten or born and not know they are one. Would they have the instinctual knowledge to find and know what they are even if it's on a subconscious level?" The pack looked on at the two in shock.
Peter cracked a smile at Lydia before pushing off the pole. "You know how the old saying goes don't you my litter forest sprite. Curiosity killed the cat." He said walking over to a train car. Lydia's eyes opened wide as all of the peaces she had collected fell into place. The rest of the pack was looking at her anticipation written on all they're faces. Before Lydia could say anything everyone heard an ear splitting scream.
All the wolves jerked they're heads up eyes flashing. "That was Stiles scream." Scott said a growl growing in his throat. Derek was the first to move running up the stairs. Followed closely be Scott and the rest of the pack. They all burst through the doors of the train depot and found Stiles bleeding on the ground a few feet from his jeep.
"Stiles!" Derek yelled running over to the boy.
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John stared at the person in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the person standing in front of him was here. The last time John had seen this person was at his wife's funeral. "Anna?" John asked moving out from behind his desk. Anna nodded stepping further into the office. "Hello John." She said again.
Forgetting about the fallen files. John walked over to the woman and gave her a tight embrace. Anna gave a small smile hugging John back. "It's good to see you again John." Anna said pulling back from the Sheriff. John sniffed as he released Anna whipping at his tearing eyes.
"So what brings you to town?" John asked coughing to clear his throat. Moving back over to the fallen folders John said. "I wish you would have called if you were going to come down for a visit." Bending down to pick up the dropped folder. John stopped when Anna cleared her throat. "I'm not here on a visit my King. We have a problem."
Slowly John stood back up his whole form moving with a different demeanor. Anna stood straighter as John looked at her with cool authority. "What happened?" John asked with a dangerous tone. Anna stared straight into John's eyes when she spoke. "He's escaped." Shock and fear ran through John at Anna's words.
Taking a deep breath John calmed the rising fear that was building up inside him. Releasing the held breath and asked. "How?" Anna inhaled deeply before treading on with her explanation. "He over came the two guards that was placed outside his cell." John looked at Anna sharply and asked 'how?' once again.
Anna flinched at the sharp look from the Sheriff. "We think he had some help in his escape. My King." Worry passed over his stern features. "What do you mean he had some help? Are you saying the someone from our Pride helped THAT MONSTER ESCAPE." John said yelling towards the end.
Anna just shook her head no. "We think it was someone outside the pride." John narrowed his eyes at this. Before John could say anything Anna pressed on. "His food tray was laced with with a catnip gel on the underside of it. And when they took it to him they were a bit high on the smell. That he was able to take the keys to his cell from them. And then knock them out."
Stepping forward Anna looked John straight in the eyes. "John you know that now that hes out. Hes going to want what he believes is his. He knows that the Queen is dead and he can't take control of the pride other then taking the next inline as his mate." "Stiles." Anna nodded. John looked up at the clock on the wall. It had been twenty minutes since he had gotten off the phone with his son. Looking back at Anna. John said. "I had just gotten off the phone with him twenty minutes ago. I was going to meet him at the dinner to tell him about the changes his body is going through. And about his Mothers side of the-" The Sheriff was cut off by a sharp piercing pain going through his side.
Clutching at his side John looked back at Anna. His eyes flashing a deep emerald green. Anna moved over to stand next to him to offer aid. But John held up his hand halting Anna in her tracks. Moving over to a picture of his family on the wall. John took it down to reveal a safe behind it.
Punching in a code on the key pad of the safe. John opened it and took a small box out. Taking a deep breath John whispered. "I had hoped I'd never have had the need to to use this." Opening the small box John took out a small yellow vial with a needle. Steeling himself John stabbed the needle of the vial into his chest. And tried to contain the pained roar that want to burst from his throat.
As the pain faded John looked back at Anna. His eye was sporting the emerald green again. But this time his pupil was narrowed in to slits. Anna bowed her head to her King. John just nodded his head back her. Move out from behind his desk. John walked to the door saying. "We'll be faster if we run." Anna nodded and followed after her King.
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I'M ALIVE!
Again I want to apologize for how late this chapter is. I know it's no excuse but real life has been kicking my ass. I'm going to try a get the next chapter faster then this. And I hope you all can forgive me for being so late with this one.
Now for those of you on how I'm going to work prides in this fic. Well look down.
Kings and Queens = Alphas
Hunters and huntresses = Betas
Nomads = Omegas
I hope that all works for y'all. Because I'm not changing it.
Tell next time.
