SHOULD NOT BE TOLD

I

ARRIVAL

He is walking down a giant meadow, there are flowers from all kinds and colors, yellow daisies, sunflowers and daffodils that shine so bright like tiny suns, elegant ivory magnolias, crimson roses and rosy tulips and so many more which names he can't place in his mind. The trees whistle at his ear with the slow blow of the wind, the sky is black and starry yet there is a mysterious light that illuminates the fresh grass, the seven fluttering butterflies and the corpses, hundreds of them afloat in a still and thick river of blood, he is standing in the middle of it, drenched in pain, decay and the leftovers of strangers and the people he once loved. They are all dead.

"Everything will be over soon" A voice says.

Stiles jerks up and falls from his bed, he hits his head against the wooden floor, his forehead is drenched in cold sweat and his heart his slamming violently against his ribs.

Breath he thinks as his chest automatically rises and falls heavily. He manages to gather some strength and slowly stands up helped by the nightstand next to his bed.

It was the dream again, damn he is exhausted, but he won't be able to fall asleep, not after that disturbing nightmare… their lifeless eyes all fixed on him…the smell of death… that disgusting taste of guilt in his lips… he hadn't sleep much lately, this is the third time this week he wakes up drenched on sweat like this with this visions haunting him in the back of his mind, something bad is happening to him he can feel it, he is not sleeping much because of the dreams, well actually he can't remember when was the last time he got a full night sleep, but it have been months obviously, his body is sore and his muscles taut, it is because of the tension that has been gathering on his shoulders… he has been waiting, waiting for months in the darkness in the loneliness of his dusty bedroom for the arrival of the monsters that will come to murder his best friend and everyone he cares about and it is all his fault because he isn't dead yet…. Well it is really complicated though, but it all started on last October.

Stiles is a normal teenager, well at some point he was a normal teenager you know the awkward boy with social anxiety and issues to flirt with girls… but it all faded the moment his mom died a year ago, he turned melancholic and lonely, he only let his best friend came into his world and it all started affecting his dad. And speaking of his best friend, well Stiles was out of the town for two years when his mom was on chemo. When he got back everything was different, his best friend wasn't a loser, wasn't a dork and definitely wasn't his friend, something happened to Scott while he was out, well actually happened few weeks before he came back. He was bitten… by an ancient and powerful creature, a beast wrapped in fangs and claws which only weakness is the sarcasm and of course a long poisoned knife coming through his chest, a werewolf. Yeah it sounds stupid, actually Stiles got a rough time trying to get used to the idea of the existence of the werewolves and he almost died trying to discover what the hell was murdering the bullies of the town. Werewolves! Beacon hills used to have hundreds of them, they lived in peace until they were attacked by a large army of Binders who accused them of sending Derek –yup, the guy who bit Scott- to murder one of their leaders, well Derek actually murdered the woman but it wasn't his fault it was all a trap that was set up by an awful Binder thirsty of power, but Derek can't know the truth because if he finds out he will join an army of a thousand wolves and the human race would be vanished from the earth, that's why Derek bit Scott, because he needs to stop the army of wolves before a war against the Binders explodes.

Speaking of Binders, they are some sort of things like magicians though his father's best friend Dr. D defines them as people with knowledge, they have always existed in all countries and cultures, a Binder is a mix of all of things learned through the years by elders in all of the corners of the world, they have great willpower and have been at war against almost any supernatural creature since the world exists. He has learned a lot about them since the first time he heard the word on the lips of Mr. Cranky fleas Derek Hale, but the most important of all of the things that he has learned is that he is one of them, he can bind though he is not sure why, he has been reading a little about it lately and there is not a clear reason why some people are better candidates to cast binds than others, it isn't in the genes or in the learning, though it is also thought that the willpower is somehow deeply bonded to the personality and temper.

None of it matters now because he can't take part in the war, he can't help his best friend or anyone else because he is cursed, he should have died sixteen years ago, him or his friend Allison but none of them did, death has been hunting them since them hurting people around them like their moms, they died because of them, they have this strange thing in them that makes them the livings murphy's law, whether something can go wrong they will make it happen. The wolves are scared of them and that is why he can't help them, Derek explicitly told him to stay away and Scott didn't even have to, he just left from Stiles life, he lost his best friend because of the war and it hadn't even started yet.

Speaking of the war, there are only four werewolves in Beacon Hills now, and they are planning facing the army of thousand that is coming after them, the problem is… that the army never made it to Beacon, they pledged they would come for Derek in December, they are in the last week of May and the mega pack of werewolves hadn't get to the town yet, it is frustrating and frightening for Stiles, the first months he used to wake up scared he would come out of his house to find everyone dead and the streets turned into rivers of blood, but a week became a month and a month became a trimester and then almost six months had almost gone and there is no sign of the monsters who promised to come to take everything they love with them, and though the anxiety faded a little Stiles is still afraid as the first day he saw them in action once and he knows what they are capable of, he doesn't know if Scott and the others will actually be able to stop them and all he can do is believe in his best friend, but in other hand he can't stop feeling scared for his dad and Scott's mom they should be out of the town, finding a safe place to hide before it is too late but his father doesn't know anything about the creatures that lurk in the shows of the trees in the woods and he wouldn't believe him if he tell him, it doesn't matter how much he thinks about it, he doesn't know how to come with a good lie to get his dad out, to save him and at the same time make him understand that he Stiles must stay, to die and put an end to all this, because as long as he lives all their lives are in danger.

….

Last year everything changed, Allison lost her mom when she was just a girl and she lived with her dad since then. She grew up thinking that her father was a boring architect, a nomad who took his daughter all around the country when she was a kid, they never stayed long in one place, but everything changed when he decided to come back to Beacon Hills, the place where they lived once when they weren't broken, when her mom was still alive and they were a normal family or at least that is what she thought. Allison's life has been a lie, she got a hard time when last year she found all those passports of girls with her same face and different names, to not mention her dad's secret apartment from which he spied the whole city, nothing in her life is normal not since they decided to come back.

She tasted the joy and happiness, she lived a wonderful life with her dad and discovered how was to fall in love with a boy thanks to Scott but those were also lies, her dad wasn't an architect he was a Hunter, a kind of soldier whose work is to find and destroy threats as werewolves and whatever else is out there. Scott wasn't a boy he was a monster, a creature that played with her heart that gave her as much nightmares and sweet dreams in the nights, he was the reason why her heart beat so hard when she felt him around as a human or wolf, he was the monster in her nightmares and for a day she also believed that he was responsible of the murdered boys in the town.

Her life is complicated, there is something hidden inside her, she can Bind, sometimes she feels these weird energy within that tells her what do to whenever it is necessary like that one time when she came through dozens of cents with the same amount of arrows, she is an archer though she is not sure how it did happened, she never took lessons and even when it is truth that she practiced a lot last year all that time she couldn't help feeling that her hands somehow recalled how to hold a bow and how to shot an arrow as if they were used to it, there is magic inside her and also inside her frie… that guy… Stiles, every time they meet their eyes or touch each other something happens, a feeling like an electric and powerful spark prickles her in her hand and though they hadn't talk about it she knows it happens to him too. She always suspected that Stiles felt it too though she never dared to bring the subject just in case she was wrong and he started looking at her as she was crazy, but one night everything changed. That night when her friends were taken by force by extremely dangerous and scaring werewolves who wanted to hurt them, Allison is not sure how or why but that moment when they touched and the spark flew something, a living and stronger energy came through their bodies and jolted out of them calling the skies to obey their command. A lightning struck the she wolf that almost killed them that night, a shy girl that used to go to school with them.

Everything has changed since then, that night Allison almost lost her best friend Lydia, she also realized that she couldn't trust Stiles and Scott, and saw the face of the man who murdered her mother, it was too much to bear but it could only get worse, she lost something more that night, the most important thing she had… her father, that cold night of December Allison learned the truth about her mother, she discovered who was her dad and her friends and she cried and she thought it was the end of the world, how wrong she was…she yelled at him, she said so many horrible things to her dad and she even shot an arrow to his head but who wouldn't? She was hurt, every little detail about her life was a lie, she needed to get rid of all those painful feelings and the anger and she needed to drain them so she did. Her dad vanished after that, well he didn't vanish, their house was set on fire. According to the police station there was an electrical accident and in matter of hours everything in her life and her parent's home was turned into ashes. Her dad isn't dead, well, she is not sure actually. Everything happened so fast that she is still a little confused, some nights she wakes up and thinks she is at home that she is safe and then she realizes that her dad is gone, no one knows what happened to him. Two bodies were found among the debris of her home, two adult men, no one knows what they were doing there she can't remember their names now but she suspects they were her dad's friends, the ones he called to help him defeat the werewolves in the town. Those were rough and scary months, she lived with her eyes wide open wishing that none of the bodies were her dad's thought at the same time it frightened her because if none were her dad's then where the hell was he and why he left? She remembers he said something about being in danger and practically being hiding or something like it, are the bodies of her dad's enemies? She is not sure about anything anymore, she fell apart that night, when she realized that her life was far from being perfect, normal or at least happy, that night she understood that she was going to live scared and trembling and gagging in fear until her tears turned into sand and her throat scorched raw for so much painful screams.

The morning after what happened to her home they took her away, she was locked into a waiting room with her eyes sore and her mind clouded, she reminds the green painted walls and all those portraits of beautiful women, she can't remember well because she was on shock then but she thinks she was in a psychiatric clinic, a woman talked to her, asked tons of questions about her life, her dad, if they had a recent arguing or something like it, she had to lie, she had to lie to every little question the woman asked and was then when she realized that her life came back to be just it a big lie but she had no other choice, how could she? How could she say the woman that she effectively had an arguing with her dad? And that the subject was basically how many lies fit in his mouth and don't forget her mom's death, how could she tell that lady that she discovered that her mom was murdered by a werewolf? How could she explain the existence of supernatural creatures? She would have to also explain that she was a Binder or whatever, she would have tell her that she and Stiles fried a bitch that night with the magical feeling they have every time they see each because they have some kind of weird and inexplicable connection? No Alison wasn't dumb, that woman though was pretty gentle and sweet wouldn't be able to help her. No one would. Instead she would have locked her down for good for setting her house on fire and made up a crazy story about mythical creatures and furred ex-boyfriends. Thought in some way she was locked down after all.

Allison has been in a foster house the past five months, they tried to keep her life as normal as possible after everything that happened and since the older girl in there after her is eight years old they decided to give Allison her own room where she could feel safe and have the privacy that someone that had come through that kind of tragedy needs, of course they are constantly over her making sure she won't commit suicide or anything once in a week a psychologist comes to see her in her room and they talk about how she is feeling, Dr. Fintshood is a good woman, she is patience and doesn't urge Allison to talk whenever she doesn't want to, also she thinks that Allison's dad is fine, Allison does too because it doesn't make sense, they didn't find his body and all trace of him vanished, Allison still fears for his life she thinks he might be taken by a wolf, if Derek wouldn't have been with her when her house was set on fire she would have bet it was him who did it, all she wants to know if her dad is alive and where he is, does he need help? Did he leave because all of the awful things she said? She is not sure anymore, it is too much complicated. She hurt her dad maybe not as much as he hurt her but yet she feels guilty and lonely. She doesn't talk with anyone anymore, not even at school, it doesn't matter how much she tries she can't trust in Stiles or Scott, they said so many lies just like her dad, Jackson is a werewolf now and she doesn't want to do anything with his kind, though he is a good boy all the werewolves she had known had somehow hurt her.

The only person she talks to is Lydia, her friend is the same which is a big relief she thought that she could experiment side effects after being bitten by a werewolf but she wasn't. Lydia offered Allison her home after everything but Dr. Fintshood thought it would be a little stressful for her and that maybe in two or three months and when Lydia came up with the idea again in April Allison kindly refused her friends' offering, not because she didn't trust Lydia but because she had to stay away from her, if her dad was taken by someone, kidnapped by werewolves. They would come for her sooner or later and Allison doesn't want to put her friend at risk again, instead she has been working hard all this time, to be ready when they arrive, she is not a frightened little girl anymore, she is a woman now. A deadly one.

….

"Scott" Murmurs a voice.

Scott jolts on his bed and almost falls from it, he rolls on his back with his heart banging his chest. He looks up.

Jackson is staring at him from his window with a grin on his face.

"Jackson you scared me" Scott says groggily rubbing his eyes.

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Are you ready?" The boy asks arching a brow.

"What for?" Scott says puzzled.

"Dude you promise you would train with me tonight" Jackson reminds him.

Had he? Scott isn't sure. "Can we do it tomorrow? I'm really tired" He lied, he wasn't in the mood actually. Time to time Scott had these hurtful feelings in his chest, he has been doing his best to push away the sadness but it eventually hits him at least once in a week. He can't stop having this dreams when Allison and he are still together, where she or his mom never found out the horrible truth about him but… they are just dreams, they know the truth.

"Come on! You promised me" Jackson reproaches. "Is it because of Allison? Or Stiles?"

Stiles Scott reminds in his mind, he has been trying to not think about his…best friend? He isn't sure what are they anymore, since what happened last year Scott has been doing his best to stay away from his life, he is doing it to protect him, Scott cares too much about him to put him at risk so even though he misses him even more now that he doesn't have Allison and his relationship with his mom has settled into a cold and long silence Scott can't help craving for him in his guts, but he can't do anything about it. Plus there is the other thing… the scent, the smell his nostrils caught every day at school whenever Allison or Stiles are near him, he isn't sure if he is imagining it or if it is real but the thing is that it is overwhelming, whenever he feels it in the air… that sweet and happy fragrance that at the same time is ancient and wild, sad and scaring it takes him up and down at the same time like being in a rollercoaster, it makes him crave for them and warns him at the same time to run away, to get away from them before it is too late.

He shakes his head.

"Could you train with Derek tonight? I promise I'll go with you tomorrow" He suggests.

"Oh come on Scott!" Jackson says annoyed, "The Fenrir might be on his way to the town right now! We need to be ready!"

"It's been months Jackson!" Scott grunts "Even if they're actually on their way I'm sure they aren't going to attack the town tonight!"

Jackson sighs "You're stubborn, captain"

Scott snorts "That would be you"

"I know it have been a while, I've dying in fear the last months thinking that they might be here anytime, asking me why they hadn't come yet, hoping for them to forget us and let us be…but… I know it isn't real, they are playing with us. It is part of their strategy"

"How's that?" Scott asks startled.

"They tell us they're coming in matter of weeks, and make us work hard to be ready and then we wait…and wait… and wait, but they never come, it is just to scare us, to make us paranoid, to make us lose our minds and gave up to them when they actually come, that's why we need to be ready!"

Scott opens his eyes wide, it made sense to him and it only made the Fenrir and his wolves even scarier than before. "Can I ask you something?"

Jackson frowns "Sure" nods.

"Why did you accept to help us?" Scott inquires with interest.

Jackson takes a moment to meditate his answer and then with a stern look he speaks "To protect everything I care about" Explains.

Scott nods and parts his lips to reply but Jackson speaks first.

"And because I want to make them pay for everything they have done!"

Scott knows that feeling, when he woke up in Stiles' jeep that night outside Dr. D's home, and he saw how they dragged Jackson and Lydia's bodies inside… He wanted them to pay for what they did, it wasn't fair. It wasn't.

"The night they bit me, I felt so powerless and scared. I saw those monsters using us as tools against you guys and I couldn't do anything about it, I just could stay there sweating cold and scared, I also peed my pants that night, and when they got us and they bit Lydia and I realized that I let that happen that I couldn't save her… I just wanted them dead"

"So you…" Scott starts. "You're happy to be a wolf?"

"I don't know, sometimes it is overwhelming but amazing, other days it is scary and complicated, I can't stop thinking about her, wishing I could approach and say hi, stop pretending that I'm an asshole in front of her and tell her how much I miss her"

Scott gets chills just the thought of how much Jackson hurts for Lydia, and then he realizes that he feels the same way about Allison, it looks like being a werewolf ruins your love life automatically, because now that he thinks about it all of them are single.

"I have to be ready, even if I'll never be with her again I need to save her when they come and I need your help" Jackson affirms determinate.

"Alright I'll go" Scott gives up annoyed and gets out of bed taking off his pajamas.

….

She watch them leave through his window. She comes into the room when she is sure they are far away and takes a moment to sit in his bed. It have been five months since that day, the day she realized that many things about her life were really wrong, the day she lost her son. She has been spying Scott since them, watching an horrific wolf turn into her son in the lake broke something inside her… no… it wasn't that, it was the fact that she shoot him, that she tried to kill him what really hurts her. Those days she looked for the murderer of two poor local kids, of course Stiles told her the truth, it wasn't her Scott, it wasn't her baby who was murdering people in the town, instead it was two psychotic monsters that betrayed them, she also knows that Scott is a werewolf not like the ones in the movies that get furred coats on full moons, almost every stressful situation can trigger his transformation which is twice of complicated considering that he is still a teenager. She had to understand a lot in a short period of time, the hardest part of all was look for him in the woods the day after she found out the truth, and find him naked soaked in tears staring at the frozen lake shimmering with the first rays of sun.

She had to accept him, it wasn't his fault what he became, it was that boy Derek Hale, he is a werewolf too, the leader of the wolves, who turned her baby in a monster to achieve his ambitions, at first she thought it was crazy, but now she is calmer, Stiles didn't gave her much details but she knows that something bad is about to happen, he promised Scott will be normal again soon, and she wants to believe him but even if Scott becomes fully human again, there is a wide gap between them and she isn't sure if they will ever be able to through it. She wants to understand what is going on, she wants her son to be safe and help him with whatever he has in hands but… she is too scared of her son to do anything.

….

Stiles washes his face in the sink and comes back into his room and boots up his laptop, maybe he find something in the deep web about the dreams he sick of them and deep inside he knows that they aren't normal nightmares, no one should be afraid of getting into bed and yet the same happens to him every night. While he waits the computer to fully start the OS he decides to come downstairs to pour himself a cup of coffee, he needs to get rid of his dizziness, it doesn't matter how tired he is he doesn't want to fall asleep again, at least not until he is sure he will peacefully rest as he used to long ago.

He climbs down the stairs in the darkness and turn left to head to the kitchen, when he gets in he finds it lighted up, he spins to his right and finds his dad's back to him leaning over the washing machine.

"Dad!" He says startled "What are you doing here?"

His dad jumps on his feet and quickly turns on his heels "oh, hey son, you scared me!'

Stiles arches a brow.

"I was came to leave my coat, a kid just vomited all over me and it went all messy"

Gross he thinks trying push away the thought of his dad swimming in a pull of bile.

"What are you doing awake? You got school tomorrow" His dad observes disapprovingly.

"I just came to have a glass of water" Stiles lies and approaches the pantry to snatch a cup, then he reaches the sink and turns the key and starts filling the cup with fresh water.

"Alright, I'm off now" His dad announces as the washer machine starts making noises. "I'll see you in the morning" Adds as he addressed him and kiss his forehead to head out by the kitchen door.

Stiles sighs as he drinks and squeezes his eyes, he is still grounded by disobeying his dad which is stupid considering that he it was almost six months ago thought it is also truth that when he finally saw his dad he changed his attitude toward him, after chastising him for hours there was flicker in his eyes that made Stiles realize how worried he was about him. Stiles can't help feeling constantly guilty his dad thought he might have lost him twice last year, the same year his mom passed away, it is too much for the man to handle. Stiles isn't sure how his dad manages to watch sick and dying people every day at work it most keep a constant remind on him of how much they lost in a short period of time.

He turns back the sink key and washes the cup when he gets a glimpse of Scott's window through the gap on his, the light is on which means that his best friend is having sleeping troubles too. He leans to get a better view and it is now when he realizes that there is someone peeking through the window and it isn't Scott but his mom. Crap Stiles thinks as he steps back, he doesn't want Mrs. M to see him now, he has been trying to avoid her since he told her the truth about Scott, he only said the shallowest part of the story behind Scott's transformation, he never spoke about Derek's intention and the war and he is pretty sure she must be wondering why the wolf wanted to turn Scott in the first place and why Scott comes out of home so often on late nights, he knows she is trying to understand to settle things down but he can't tell her the truth, she won't be able to handle the fact that Scott will probably die anytime soon.

Stiles turns off the light and starts the way back to his room. When he is in the last step of the ladder he hears a jamming white noise coming from his room, he hurries to approach the bed where he finds it poorly illuminated by his laptop's screen, it is now fully operative. He sits and puts the laptop on his lap, he forgot he got his hacking program to start with the OS, He started using it the next week after what happened with the wolves at the Sadie Hawkins dance's night. It connects his computer to the police's department frequency so he can know about whatever crazy thing is happening in the town. At first he used to lay on his bed at nights listening to the radio transmission waiting for the pandemonium to start out of the blue, but after months of nothing and officers talking about finding kids getting high in the squares he lost interest.

He is about to close the window to start his research trough the deep web when a distorted voice speaks and catches his attention.

"No… I'm not sure" Says the voice and then another quickly replies "Yeah there have been some calls"

"Are you sure about it?"

"Positive"

"From where you think it came?"

"Most of the calls come from Maple Street"

Maple Street?

"I think that….wait… did you hear that?"

"Affirmative"

"What was it?"

"I'm not sure, we better get reinforcements"

Stiles closes his laptop openmouthed, a noise in Maple Street? It only can come from one place… the woods.

He wraps himself in his red hoodie and take his jeep's keys. He comes downstairs and makes sure to come out of home and stealthy as possible –he is sure his neighbors spy him since what happened in Scott's home last December- He climbs into his Car and drives off.

He doesn't even stop to look at his old house when he passes by, the police is about to look for something in the woods and that something might be Scott, he wasn't at his room after all. He stops his jeep behind large bushes in the wood line and gets down. He takes a deep breath and looks forward, into the darkness of gnarled trees and fallen leaves, the earth is soft and muddy. He gasps annoyed, he hadn't been here in a while. The forest is enchanted, well, not actually enchanted. Dr. D casted a binding in it for people to get lost and wander around it randomly until they eventually end out of it, but it doesn't work on him, last year he learned a lot of things about himself and one of them was that he was strong and he could bend the binding and use it at his advantage to get wherever he wanted inside the woods.

He is about to get in when he realizes that the police is coming, they might find his jeep on their way and he could get in trouble so instead of walking in he climbs back into it and starts driving in the dusty road when he hear it…and echoing and loud crack like a tree being rip off from root, it gives him chills as he stops the car and the noise keeps growling awfully everywhere. Shit the cops are definitely going to come here, he needs to find Scott now. He hits the gas and drives following the source of the crack, maybe the cops will get lost in the woods but if they keep looking sooner or later they will find Scott and whatever he is doing in here.

He drives for ten minutes in silence with no clue of from where comes the sound and then he hears it once more, fighting the shiver he concentrates on finding the source and takes the next curve at the left. The lights of his jeep get a glimpse of two dark shapes leaning into the thickness of the trees, when the lights hits them both of them quickly turn and sparkling eyes stare at Stiles. He gets Goosebumps and feels a little uneasy as he comes out, it's a long time since the last time he spoke to Scott but there he is, tall and bulky with Olive skin and amber eyes, something aches inside Stiles' chest as he approaches them.

"Stiles!" Scott says startled to see him, and by the look on his eyes glowing eyes this situation must be as awkward for him as it is for his friend.

"What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Stiles repeats unable to believe what he is hearing.

"There is a cop party coming because there is a weird noise coming from the woods and….Wow!" He exhales stunned "What the hell is that?"

Jackson and Scott frown at him then but turn to look at their backs where there is a line of five long logs of almost fifteen feet tall.

"Trees" Jackson replies self-sufficient.

"I know what they are!" Stiles reproaches. "What I don't get is hos in the hell did you do that!"

Scott scoffs and hides a smirk, and suddenly Stiles feels the urgency to smack him in the head. "We were just training a little" Explains.

"We" Stiles repeats for himself resentful.

"Look… um… I think you should go" Scott says without daring to look at him.

And that's it… after months of silence they finally see each other and it is actually as hard as Stiles imagined it would be, it is unfair, he want to be part of it he wants to help somehow but the look on Scott's eyes…

"Don't feel bad buddy, it's just a wolf's thing" Jackson tries to cheer him up in a sloppy way.

"A wolf thing?" Stiles grunts.

"Stiles…" Scott starts but Stiles ignores him.

"Let me tell you something Mr. Pup, when no one was around when you didn't even have a clue about werewolves I was here, helping! Doing something! So don't treat me like I don't get what's going on"

"Stiles…" Scott repeats.

"Last year when no one had a clue of what the hell was going on, if it wasn't for me…"

"Stiles!"

Stiles suddenly stopped "I'm sorry, look you better get out of here, they police is on their way and…" Oh shit! "The police!"

Patrols' sirens started to sound near them, making them exchange panicked looks.

"Come on!" Stiles cried beckoning them to follow him to his jeep.

"Come on! Drive!" Scott urges him as he tries to get away from there.

They get in the road, the trees passing near his window at high speed as he tries to get out of the way of the cops, he almost feels like playing a real life version of need for speed though in this one the police didn't know that they were looking for them.

"Why in the hell you had to rip off those trees? Do you have any idea of how much noise it did?"

"Jackson just wanted to do some practice, things are getting pretty weird with the Fenrir and everything else, they hadn't come and we can't stop feeling like they are here somewhere, watching… waiting"

"And why you didn't tell me anything?" Stiles reproaches as he tightens his grip in the steering wheel.

"Stile…"

"I have people to protect too Scott! My dad! Remember? I can't just wait for that crazy werewolf to knock at our door and chop my dad's head off!"

"He wouldn't knock at your door, you would be death before you even have a chance to notice" Says a deep voice next to Stiles left ear which makes him suddenly stop the car as his heart leapt and he lets out a high pitched and short cry.

"Derek!" He says shocked looking at his left where a dark and tall figure is standing before him, it's been a while since the werewolf told him to stay away and yet he hadn't change at all. He is tall and broad chested with pale skin and short black hair, with a subtle stubble and icy-blue eyes that still make Stiles shiver.

"You almost gave a heart attack!" He growls trying to calm his heartbeat.

The wolf's eyes flicker as his thing lips curve into a mock and then he speaks. "Move" He orders beckoning Stiles to sit next to Scott in the passenger seat.

"What? No! This is my car"

"Shut up and do it" Derek grunts.

They start hearing the sirens again and Stiles hits the gas starts driving away, there is nothing to worry about, Derek is perfectly capable of running into his cabin with his own legs.

"Hi guys" Suddenly says Isaac's voice next to Scott but this time Stiles doesn't stop the car.

Stiles looks through the rearview mirror to see if the patrols are coming behind them but instead he gets a glimpse of Derek darting toward them at high speed, Stiles looks back at the road when he feels the big bad wolf's eyes on his left again but this time Derek doesn't say anything instead he hurls his hand into the car and opens the door.

"What the hell?" Stiles yelps.

With a quick flick of his hand Derek takes Stiles by the arm and pressing high tight and moves him next to Scott in the passenger seat at the same time takes Stiles' place behind the wheel and closes the door, and all this without letting the car to lose its way.

In other hand, Isaac jumped through the window and landed next to Jackson the backseat following by a hideous stench that made Stiles' guts churn in disgust.

Stiles looks back where Isaac hurries to open his backpack and starts pulling out rotten fishes heads and starts rubbing them against Jackson, Scott and Stiles himself.

"What?" Scott starts taking a deep breath.

"Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Stiles growls covering his nose with his hand.

"They are here? Aren't them?" Jackson's gaging voice says with fear leaping in it.

"Who?" Stiles asks a little dazed by the smell.

"The wolves" Isaac replies drily "They just got in the town"

….

She peeks through the limit of the roof, she is not thinking in jumping off, she doesn't want to die she just needed to come here. She is the roof of the building which construction her dad was supervision. Allison scoffs with a sad smile, there was a building after all. Where is her dad? That's the same question she has been asking herself for months, she even looked in his secret apartment but it remains the same way he left it, it is untouched, just a little dusty and with tons of spider-webs.

A cold draft dishevels her hair and she gasps if she could only get an idea of where he went, why he didn't take her with him? Who set their house on fire? Was it him? She has been doing a little research in the foster house lately, they gave her a computer so she could use it for her studying needs though most of the time she is trying to find clues and reading news from the near towns, there have been a lot of missing people in the pasts months though also she has been looking for Binders, she has been trying to find a community or something that might give her a clue of where her dad might be.

Three weeks ago looking for Binders she found a link to a parkour video of guys jumping from building to building in the middle of the night in a city which name she can't recall right now, the interesting thing about the video was that the buildings were many feet away from the human capability and yet they were able to get to the other side, this gave her a clue that maybe she has been digging in the right place so she watched it whole and something startled her, it was true they were Binders, not only because their jumps were beyond any human skill but because of something they said in the video.

"While you are in the air picture yourself landing in the other side, not imagine it, see it. Believe in your abilities and yourself" He explained to and small one on which the camera was pointing at the moment.

That believe made something shudder inside Allison it made her recall about something she read long ago in the Binding book, that's why she came here in the first place, to give it a shot, she needs to be ready for when the wolves come and also she needed something linked to her dad so she doesn't feel so lonely in the world.

She looks down again, she is so high that it is almost impossible to see the ground, a shiver runs down her spine and then she rubs her hands against her arms to fight off the coldness. Now she squints ahead to the other side of the street where the nearest building is and damn! The gap is almost seventy feet wide, she can't do it, at least not now… if she only had the book with her, but it is gone right? When her house burned it… what if it didn't? She left it on her bed but the whole house structure fell apart maybe… just maybe….

Allison runs to the door of the roof and starts climbing down the stairs when she gets into the top floor she takes lift down and gets out of the building as fast as she can. Now in the street she is free to run as mad toward her home, it is a little long from there but it doesn't matter it would help her as training, in another reality where her dad stayed maybe he would have put her to run every day for her training as a hunter so she pictures it as if she is learning to be a Binder a strong one, just like her dad.

She gets in her street with her lungs burning one hour later, she is exhausted and soaking wet but it worth it, the debris of her own are still there surrounded by the police tape like that night, if she closes her eyes she still can see the long orange flames licking the starry night and eating her life along with her home. She shakes that though away and makes a little jog toward the entrance. She doesn't lose time reliving her life in there, sooner or later the people in the foster house will notice her absence and the least she needs right now is bar in her window.

She comes to the exact place where her room and the drawing room used to be, it is now only a pile of gigantic pieces of fallen walls and shattered ceiling, as if there was an earthquake that only affected their home, it must be an explosion probably the fire met the gas pipes in its way and everything flew through the air. Why is all this still here anyway? Shouldn't someone have moved it out or something? You can't just let it there like hey welcome to the town this is what happened to the last people who moved in here.

Allison starts taking pieces and pieces of debris and taking them aside near the place where her bed used to be, if it fell at time maybe the concrete protected the book from burning to ashes. She keeps doing so for half an hour until she gets a glimpse of her mattress, it is dirty and a little wet because of yesterday's rain but… it is untouched by the flames, Allison's heart quivers with thrill and she speeds up her duty pushing more and more pieces of fallen concrete away. She finally gets to the top of the bed and with excitement she thrusts her hand beneath and pokes out her crunched pillow, she digs her fingers inside its cover and feel the rackety surface of the book cover, which is… intact! Great! She thinks with excitement, she takes it out and takes a look at it, unfortunately it is too dark for her to read but as soon as she gets in the foster house she will start reading and learning as much as she can from it. She turns on her heels and it's about to strode off when something… a memory comes to the back of her head, it's from the night it all happened, she was… kneeling in her bed to… to hide… to hide her dad's laptop!

Allison jumps on her feet and turns back she starts moving harder more and more pieces of fallen wall until she gets a gleam of an metallic object before her, she kneels and snatches it out, it is her dad's computer indeed, though it is broken… damn! It worth the shot, at least she know that whoever wants to hurt her dad didn't find it, because they could have use the information in the hard drive… that's it! The hard drive! It can give her some clues of what's going on! If she finds the way to save it maybe she can even find a way to track her dad!

Allison presses the broken laptop and the Binding book against her chest and breaths out happily, for the first time in months hope seems to flutter in her chest and it feels just right, she is happy, she truly is and the sad thing about it is that she almost forget how it felt. She starts her way toward the foster house when something prickles her in her hand… The spark… Stiles? Is he near her? No… he is not, she is actually pretty far away at her right….but… he also is…in danger? She is not sure but she something inside her, anxiety, fear, she also is feeling nauseas though she knows none of those feelings are her… this have happened before, on Halloween when they touched that day and the spark flew she could feel how troubled and hurt he was, it is the same now… she can feel the way he feels right now though they are far away he is in danger… but why? What could be threatening Stiles' life? The answer comes to her legs before to her mind, she is running now, following the prickling sing in her right hand because the wolves just arrived Beacon Hills.

….

"You're hiding our scent" Jackson points out snatching one of the fishes out of Isaac's hand and rubbing it against his neck.

It seemed like he was eager to hide from the pack.

"They are here" Stiles breaths out feeling how his insides are filled with uneasy and terror, how in the hell are they going to beat one thousand werewolves when they scarcely defeated one, a just born one by the way.

"What are we going to do?" He says thoughtful.

He hears a grunt at his right, he looks at Derek who has his eyes fixed on the road, his shoulder are as tensed as his set jaw "We?" He snorts. "I don't remember inviting you to this party"

"Ah yeah? Well I don't remember inviting you into my car and yet here we are, we need to do something they are behind us, aren't they?" Stills blurs out angrily, they hadn't seen each other in six months and the were-moron keeps being the same asshole of always.

"This is all your fault!" Derek growls angrily taking the curb.

"Don't start with shit!" Stiles roars "I have nothing to do with…"

"He is not talking about you Monkey so please calm down, you're making me nervous" Isaac murmurs.

Wasn't he talking about him?

Stiles looks again at Derek embarrassed but the werewolf just ignores him and keeps driving.

"It was you two" Isaac says accusingly.

"What? Us? Why?" Scott says shocked, Stiles doesn't need to look at his friend to know how embarrassed he must feel right now.

"The Fenrir's pack just got in town attracted by the sound of you stupid kids playing in the forest" Isaac explains irate, this is the first time Stiles sees him this way. "Whose was the idea of take down those trees?" Demands.

Through the corner of his eyes Stiles can see Scott looking back to exchange glances with Jackson "It was his!" Both accused at unison.

"Brilliant" Derek says annoyed.

"Wow you learned sarcasm" Stiles snorts and before he gets the chance to even breath Derek's long and calloused hand grabs him by the neck slowly pressing Stiles' throat tight, choking him.

"What did you say?" The big bad wolf dares him with his icy blue eyes fixed on Stiles' pale face.

The boy looks away afraid of the piercing glare of the werewolf, they are about to take the curb when he spots the tiny figure of a child in the middle of the road.

"Look out!" He manages to spurt out with a croaking voice.

Derek quickly releases him and spins the wheel toward the other side.

"What happened?" Scott asks startled.

"A kid! I just saw a boy in the middle of the road!" Stiles says hauling air in his lungs.

Derek retook the road.

"We need to get back!" Stiles urges Derek "If they are after us they are going to kill that boy"

"You're hallucinating, what is going to do a kid in the forest at this hour?" Isaac chuckles.

"If they are out there, we are done" Jackson affirms, "They are going to kill us, aren't they?"

"Maybe" A voice suddenly says next to Scott, all of them look at the large shape running next to the jeep with glowing red eyes and a wicked grin with pointy fangs on a freckled face.

"Damn it!" Derek roars speeding up the car.

Stiles tilts his head to see if they lost the red-eyed werewolf but instead of watching him shrinking in the road they leave behind he sees the gleaming of dozens and dozens of beady eyes coming after them at high speed.

"Derek we need to go faster" Scott says hastily.

"I know" The pack leader says moody. "It isn't my fault we're stuck in this shitty jeep"

"Hey! Don't talk to him like that! It was my parent's car!" Stiles reproaches.

"Guys calm down! We will tear out each other's throats if he survive this… for now just keep driving Derek" Jackson says with uneasiness.

"Jackson" Derek starts with a steady voice. "If you try to shut me again and I will drop the steering wheel and I´ll rip out your head with my own hands"

"Derek!" Stiles yells.

"What now?" The werewolf roars to him.

"The lake!" Scott finishes for Stiles.

"Everybody jump!" Isaac says hurrying Scott to come out.

"No! My jeep!" Cries Stiles getting into the driver's seat after Derek jumps out to try to save it before it falls in the lake.

"Stiles what are you doing?" Stiles hears Scott's voice from behind the jeep, he looks through the rear view and sees how the group of werewolves quickly approach him.

"No my jeep" Stiles yells trying to take the control his car.

"Stiles!" He hears Scott's voice again.

Stiles turns back to the windshield watching how the lake menacing surface enlarges quickly until he is almost on his surface, Stiles squeezes his eyes shut and puts his arms before his head to protect his face while he awaits for the Jeep to start sinking in the water.

"Are you insane? You almost die because of that piece of shit" Derek growls angrily pulling Stiles from his arm and shoving behind him.

"It is all your fault!" Stiles yells at his back. "How I'm gonna drive school tomorrow now!"

"It was a piece of crap" Derek defends himself.

"That's supposed to be your idea of an excuse?" The skinny boy shriek "It was my parent's car!"

"Shut up!" Derek mutters steeping back and putting a hand on Stiles chests while both of them scoot and peek through the dark forest.

Everything went silent suddenly, Stiles can't see or hear anything all he can feel is Derek's protective hand still on his chest and the disgusting reek of rotten fish that both of them let off, it was a good plan if it wasn't because the werewolves will now just follow the stench to find them.

There is a growl.

"We are surrounded" Stiles says counting seven pair of eyes staring at them from all directions.

"Say something we don't know" Derek muttered with sarcasm.

"What are we going to do?" Scott whispers suddenly next to Stiles almost making him startle.

Suddenly the eyes lumber from the shadows toward them and again there is a loud and shivering crack that makes Still jump on his feet.

"Run" Orders Derek as the flying tree comes toward them and the monsters spread to avoid it.

"Take that suckers!" Jackson shouts chuckling.

Stiles follows Scott and Derek's shape as they start running but quickly he feels a pang on his chest, it's been a while since the last time he ran for his life or someone else's he is out of shape and he won't make it. "I can´t do the four legs wolf thing" He says at their back.

Scott tilts his head toward him.

"Hurry up or we are all dead" Isaac says appearing next to Scott.

Scott comes back to Stiles and gets him over his back as they continue their way out.

"We need to spread once we get into the town" Explains Derek. "Burn your clothes, change your shampoo brand I don't care you need to hide your smell"

"It would be safer if we meet at public places from now on" Isaac adds.

"Let's go, and no matter what… Stay alive" Derek says and they continue with their scape.

….

His head is resting over his palm on his desk, he can't keep his eyes open. He is so tired. With a big effort Sheriff Stilinski stands up and opens the door. It have been a quite night, despite the kid that puked over him there aren't much emergencies tonight he is not sure if he should feel happy about it, he just wants something to keep him away until his shift is done. He starts pacing through the empty hallways to warm up his body a little, the air conditioner is at its full and he his chilling there. Maybe a coffee would help though he isn't a fan of caffeine he can't just drift away on his desk.

As he walks toward the bending machine in the reception area Melissa comes to his mind, she has been acting weird lately, she has grown silent and lonely, he knows that what happened last December was all a misunderstanding and she wasn't at high risk but he can't help feeling that something happened that night that…

"Help!" A voice screeches not far away.

Dr. Stilinski's heart leapt on his chest, what was it? He takes out his hands from his spare coat's pockets and starts running.

In the next hallway he finds a group of people running off the reception area, they all have frightened faces as if they are fleeing from something. His senses come alert and he looks around as he runs.

"Help me please!" The voice begs again in a hurtful tune.

He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand as he storms into the reception pushing in the double doors.

"Help! Help!" Moans a young man standing in the middle of the room, he is surrounded by a par of nurses and Dr. Hugo all of them with their arms all stretched as they if they are waiting to catch the boy.

The man seems to have twenty five years old or maybe less, he is tall and well-built, from where Simon is standing he can see his soaked face, drips of sweat running down his temple and cheeks almost as if his skin is melting down, his eyes are bloodshot and diverted, his close are damp with dark blood that comes from his arms and his left side.

"What is going on?" Simon asks as the nearest nurse who has a frightened expression on her face.

"We're not sure he just burst in and keeps asking for help but he doesn't want us to touch him"

"Was stabbed?" He asks taking a closer look to the rush of blood that is starting to drip on the floor.

"He seems like he is about to get under shock" The nurse who's name Dr. Stilinski can't remember right now says breathless.

"Help me" The man begs once more and now Simon can see yellow tears climbing down from his dark eyes.

"Sir" Simon says approaching slowly. "I know you need help but we need you to calm down and tell us what happened"

"I don't know!" Says the man desperate looking in all directions probably hurting his neck in the process "I need help… I need help" He cries over and over.

Simon reaches his closer and then the man swims his arm to the side letting out a moan and openmouthed Dr. Stilinski watches how the limb stretches longer than a normal human body could do, a massive bulge suddenly jumps on the man's chests and he let out a high pitched cry of terror.

"What is this?" The nurse at Simon's back says startled.

He recoils to the sight of that horrible scene, shakes his head and tries to reach the man once again feeling how his heart rate increases with every step, what is wrong with his poor boy?

"HELP!"

The bulge in his chest disappears, now it comes to his back and starts beating like a heart, then it shudders frantically and coming up and down and appearing in new places it is almost as if there is a scaring bloodthirsty creature inside his body trying to break free.

"HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME!" The man screeches one last time, his voice reaching a piercing and almost unnatural tune as Simon almost feels the ground moving at his feet, he falls on the floor and then there is a disturbing moan and the odd sound of something clammy and stick being churned, Simon looks up, the boy is staring right at him with his big bloodshot eyes as his skin bumps up and down agitatedly and then he explodes… like a bomb… covering everything with brown and stick blood.