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Chapter 31

Stiles

My wolf and fox were gone.

I couldn't hear anything going on inside the house.

I couldn't smell anything in the forest.

I felt weak.

I felt...

I was...human!

I was human.

I was normal!

SHIT!

Sliding down the wall until I was sitting on the porch with it behind my back, I ran both hands through my hair, tugging harshly.

No.

I couldn't be.

It had to be a trick.

I couldn't have lost them. I can't lose them. That's impossible.

Right?

Shaking my head, I stood up and started to run. Maybe they were just a bit, you know...disorientated. Yeah, maybe that was it! Disorientated. Not gone... I mean, they couldn't be gone, that was impossible! It had to be impossible! That's why a Beta never turned human again if you killed the Alpha that bit them. So, my wolf and fox had to just be disorientated, not gone!

Wishful thinking, right?

Thought so.

But I had to try! I had to see if they were really gone, I had to see if...

And I was lost.

I had been running for all of a minute, not even that, and I was lost, in the forest, without my phone.

Bad thing was, I knew my day could get worse.

Every day could get worse.

For the life of me, I couldn't tell where in the forest I was. Every time I went too far and couldn't find my way back, I would tap into my fox or wolf, letting them guide me. And, because of that, I didn't pay attention to where I was going, so I didn't know where I had to go now.

Plus, I had no phone with me, so it wasn't like I could text/call Derek or Peter to come and help me out!

And, to think, my day had started off well... That should have been a clue that the rest of it would go to shit.

It goes to show just how useless I would be if I was human. I wouldn't be able to help. I would just be a huge liability.

It proves that I would be better off dead if I didn't have my fox and/or wolf.

It proves that my dad was right. I was a worthless and pathetic human being.

I mean, come on. Here I was, wondering around the forest, trying to find my way back to the house I had been living in for, almost, six months. It was sad that I didn't know my way back.

My fox knew these woods like the back of its paw. He would know where to go, even if he was blindfolded. He would be laughing at me for not knowing where to go. My wolf would be the same. Sure, he didn't know the way as well as my fox, but he knew it better than me.

But, right now, they weren't with me.

They weren't around.

It felt like I had been ripped into thirds, and I was left with the weakest part.

If this was what it felt like to be human, I didn't like it.

If this was what it felt like to have no skills, to have no use in the world, I didn't like it.

I just wanted my other sides back.

I just wanted to be whole again.

I just wanted the things that made me special.

Derek

Stiles had been out for a few hours now.

Even though we were used to him running around the forest at random times, this time felt different. This time, my wolf was on edge.

I knew it was stupid to be so worried about something he had done so many times before. But something didn't feel right.

When I called him, I noticed that he had left his cell phone on the coffee table in the living room.

When I stepped outside, I couldn't catch hold of where his scent was at that moment.

I was going to go out and find him, but Peter thought it was too dangerous to go alone. I said that he was more than welcome to come with me, but he pointed out that someone needed to be home for when the Betas got back in just under twenty minutes.

So, taking that into consideration, we were going to go looking for Stiles when the Betas got back.

However, as soon as I made that decision, Stiles walked through the door and into the living room, not even noticing as he walked right into me on his way.

Immediately, I knew something was wrong.

There were cuts that weren't healing. He was covered in dirt and sweat. And his scent was off. Before, his scent reminded me of warmth, the sun, the woods, leather, spring and happiness that reminded me of my family.

Now? Now his scent had lost the warmth and the leather smell to it.

That's why I couldn't catch his scent.

"Stiles?" I asked, slowly, not wanting to startle the boy who was acting like a zombie.

No response.

"Genim?" I tried.

Again, no response.

"What's wrong with him?" Peter questioned as he slid up beside me.

"I don't know... But something's not right." I muttered, not taking my eyes off of the boy in front of me as he sat down in the corner of the couch.

"Keep trying to get a response, I'll go get the first aid kit."

And, with that, Peter was gone.

Now I just had to figure out how to get Stiles to speak...

Stiles didn't speak while it was just the two of us in the living room.

Stiles didn't speak while we cleaned out and bandaged the cuts.

Stiles didn't speak while we cleaned the dirt off of his face and arms.

Stiles didn't speak when Peter got him a glass of water. He didn't even drink it.

Stiles didn't speak. No matter what we did. All he did was sit there, wide eyed, staring at nothing, while curled up into a ball. He didn't even react when we put a hand on his shoulder! He didn't react to anything!

And then the Betas came home.

They walked in thinking everything was fine, until they came into the living room and took a look at what was going on.

Isaac was over in a flash, kneeling on the floor while leaning his head on the arm of the couch, trying to snap our newest Pack member out of whatever was going on with him.

"What happened?" Scott asked, sounding a little panicky.

"Do we need to kill a bitch?" Erica demanded, curling her hands into fists.

"Or three?" Lydia added, coldly.

"Will he be alright?" Allison wondered, worriedly.

"He hasn't spoken." Peter told them as they all sat down. "Disappeared for hours, came home not too long ago, hasn't said a word or moved since."

The Betas all sat closer than usual, some not even bothering to sit on the couches, instead choosing the floor. It was something that many Betas did when there was something wrong with a member of the Pack. They just wanted to be close, to offer strength and support.

Even if they didn't know it properly, subconsciously they all knew Stiles was Pack. Hell! Subconsciously, Stiles knew he was Pack. It was just that none of them knew that they knew it yet.

But I did. And I assumed Peter did too.

"We'll just have to wait for him." I sighed. "The more we push, the less likely he is to talk."

And, so, we waited.

Stiles

"A witch took my fox and wolf." I said after a while, when everyone was silent.

Everything stopped.

All eyes were on me.

It was the first thing I had said in...well, I wasn't sure how long it had been, but it had been a while.

"Wh-What do you mean?" Isaac whispered.

"She took them. Poof, gone." I repeated in a monotone. "I'm human now."

There was another small silence.

"Are you sure?" Boyd asked, slowly.

"No, course I'm not! They're only fucking linked to me!" I snapped, jumping up from where I had been sitting. "Of course I'm fucking sure, dumbass!"

I ran shaking fingers through my hands, gripping and yanking tightly, trying to make it all make some sense.

"That bitch made me human! Took away the only useful thing about me!" I yelled. "What the hell am I supposed to do now, huh?! HUH?!"

Before any of them could answer, I stormed out of the room, punching the wall on my way...

I realised that it wasn't the best thing to do when you don't have werewolf strength or healing abilities. But I didn't care about that. All I cared about was the fact that some fucked up witch decided to take away the things that made me...well, me!

And that was not ok with me.

Blasting my way into the training room, I headed straight for the punching bag.

My anger only increased when the bag didn't even move when I hit it.

No matter how hard, no matter what technique... The thing just wouldn't budge.

I was useless.

Pathetic.

Weak.

Defenceless.

What was I even good for anymore? Oh, wait; I have the answer to that: nothing! I was good for absolutely nothing! Unless it was cocking something up, getting someone hurt or killed, etcetera, etcetera.

Giving up on the punching, I just went full out attack on the bag in front of me. Kicking, punching, shoving... Just trying to do something to it!

But, still, it barely moved.

That just fuelled my anger even more.

And, because of that, my energy level was running down faster than before.

My dad was right. I live a miserable life that he should have just ended when he had the chance.

With a wordless shout, I hit the punch bag once more, kicking the wall with as much force as I could. I didn't even know who I was any more.

Who was I?

Who was I?

"WHO AM I?" I screamed.

"You're a nobody." a female voice sneered in my head – somehow, straight away, I knew it was that fucking witch. "You're the little shit that killed his mom. You're the little shit that turned his dad into an abusive drunk. You're the little shit that deserves everything he's gotten over the years."

And, ok, not the kind of thing I thought the psycho witch would say... But, yeah, made sense.

At least now I had confirmation from someone else that it was me that drove my dad to beat me senseless... It was something I was doing.

"Oh, and let's not forget dear old Zane. Such a nice boy before he met you." she continued. "Then you drive him to breaking point in a matter of months. You ruin everyone's lives. You're better off dead, like poor old mommy."

"Shut up about my mom." I whispered into the empty room. "Shut up."

"Aw, the little momma's boy getting upset? Well, that bitch was a first class whore, anyway."

"Shut up!"

"I can make it happen. Make you dead before you fuck up someone else. Before you screw with Derek's life. Would you like that, Stiles? Do you want me to make that happen for you?"

That made me stop.

How did she know all this? How did she know about my dad and Zane and my mom and Derek?

How was she in my head that much?

"Have you ever thought about how long you can live without your wolf and fox, Stiles?" she asked me, a wicked cackle to her voice now. "Ever thought about how many days you'll be able to get through without them? You were born with them; you can't live without them for very long. I give you...two weeks, at the most."

And, ok, that was new...

"Maybe I should have taken Derek's wolf instead. It might have hurt you more. Oh well, this still works for me." the witch mused. "Have fun, Baby."

An echoing silence was left in my head after she...was disconnected the right word here?

A silence that just proved how alone I really was.

Well, how alone I thought I was, until a hand was placed on my shoulder.

Instinctively, I grabbed the wrist of whoever had hold of me, trying to flip them... But it didn't work.

They wouldn't budge.

I was about to grab the knife nearby, at least that way I could hurt them. But my wrist was grabbed before I could move it.

"Stiles..." Derek whispered.

The tension in my body faded after hearing his voice. I stopped reaching for the knife. I stopped trying to flip him.

I just...stopped.

Deflated.

Gave up.

Fell backwards into the Alpha wolf.

"She said it's going to kill me." I whispered. "Not having them."

"We won't let that happen." Derek replied, instantly.

"You can't promise me that.

"Tough. I just did."

Derek stayed with me in the training room.

We didn't do anything; just lay down on the mats in the middle of the room, side by side, staring up at the ceiling.

Something about Derek just being there made me feel a little better. It didn't make me feel as weak. Made me feel that maybe – just maybe – we could fix this.

But I knew better than to hope like that. It didn't do well to hope, only to be let down later down the line.

"I was thinking we order Chinese tonight." Derek mused.

I just grunted in agreement.

"We can watch Disney films." he added.

I just grunted again.

"We'll research tomorrow; Peter and I replaced all the books we lost in the fire." Derek continued.

"Why bother?" I sighed. "If we fix me, she'll only move on to you."

"How do you know that?"

"She told me. She managed to worm her way into my head... Talks to me. Looks into everything that's gone on in my miserable, worthless life."

I should have seen it coming.

I mean, here I was being all depressing... I should have realised that Derek was going to grab my arm and yank until he could get his arm around me.

Even though I decided that my emotions were lying where Derek was involved, I still couldn't help but like this...

But that just made this hurt more. Because it was a lie. It wasn't real. It wouldn't work.

"We'll fix it. No one will get hurt." Derek said. "Don't even try to argue, Gen."

He totally cheated by using that nickname...

That night, we had Chinese.

We watched Disney movies.

We did the whole puppy pile thing.

I had Derek and Peter on one side, Isaac on the other, while Wolfy was hugged to my chest.

No one mentioned what had happened earlier.

No one asked if I was alright – we all knew it would have been a stupid question.

No one really spoke at all.

The Betas fell asleep quickly, the only ones managing to stay awake longer being Peter, Derek and me.

Peter spoke the most after the Betas fell asleep, telling all these stories about when he and Talia were kids. Telling Derek and me about how Talia met my mom, how Talia met Oliver... He told us a lot about the things we were never told about before.

Even though it hurt a little, it was nice to hear.

Little Peter and little Talia sounded a lot like grown up Peter and me/Derek. All the sass and the remarks, the wit and the puns, the joking and the fun.

Peter even told us about all the big bads he and Talia saw when they were kids, or the ones they encountered when Derek and I were too young to remember.

There was a lot.

I mean, once, there was even a Greek God! Like, geez, I wished I remembered that!

And, just as Peter finished telling the story of how he managed to lose Laura, Cora, Derek and me when he was babysitting, I fell asleep.

Out like a log.

Out cold.

At least I was going to get a good night's sleep...

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