There's a black dog

Beneath my skin

Luckily his dad's cruiser wasn't in the driveway when Stiles got home. Stiles went inside and grabbed a snack from the kitchen and found a note explaining his dad's absence. He was just getting groceries and would be home soon. Stiles sighed, the inevitable wouldn't be delayed that long. He left the detention slip beneath the note.

Stiles went upstairs to his room, dragging his backpack behind him. He wondered absently if a certain Sour Wolf would be waiting for him and actually smiled at the thought, and walked into his room and gagged at the smell that greeted him.

The dead cat from two days ago lay in a dirty pile in the middle of his floor. Stiles gawked, and covered his mouth and nose trying to get away from the smell of mud and decay.

"You didn't like my present," a voice cooed from just behind him. Stiles spun around and staggered back. The woman behind him wore a petulant expression as Stiles backed away and nearly stepped on the corpse in the middle of his room. She giggled as he looked between the cat and her. "Aw, but you're such a little cutie pie so I'll forgive you."

Stiles recovered and eyed the strange woman wearily. She looked older than Derek, but not by much. She had long, wild black hair and pale skin, and her clothes were worn and torn. Dirt clung to her hands, and Stiles swallowed and tried to calm his mind. She tilted her head and smiled sweetly; "what's the matter sweetie? Cat got your tongue?" She brought a dirty hand to her mouth and giggled at her own lame joke.

"Who are you?" Stiles asked, surprised at the evenness of his own voice.

"Well that's disappointing. No fun quip? No sarcasm Stiles? Just 'who are you?'" she said, mocking his voice.

"Fresh out."

"Hm, well that's too bad. Also, besides the point. You don't need to know that just yet. But let's have a little chat yeah?" She crossed the room swiftly, grabbed Stiles' wrist and yanked him to his bed where he found himself sitting next to her before he could even process the movement. "There, that's better. Now, Stiles, I'm looking for someone."

"Oh, yeah?" he gasped out when he felt her squeeze his wrist.

"Yup! I'm looking for a mutual acquaintance. She's about this tall, a bit on the stocky side, and she is pretty shy."

"Huh, don't know who you mean," Stiles said. He felt something pop in his wrist and tried to keep from showing it.

"Don't lie to me Stiles," she growled, "it tests my patience." She leaned in and even with Stiles' regular ol' human nose he could smell the reek of decay clinging to her. She sniffed him and he saw her eyes flash red. "You see, I'm looking for my naughty little beta. She thinks she's being so very clever at hiding from me, covering herself up with magic tricks. But I know she's around here somewhere, and I know she's been sneaking around with you. So here's the deal," she lowered her voice and whispered in his ear and Stiles fought to keep his heart steady, not to show any fear. "You're gonna tell me where she is. And if you don't, I'm gonna start leaving more lovely presents for you. I'll find all your furry friends you play pack with and leave their corpses on your doorstep. And that hot piece of ass, Derek, that you've got your eye on," Stiles heart skipped involuntarily and he felt the woman's sneer, "I'm gonna save him for last."

Stiles gritted his teeth. The woman pulled away slightly, a smile dancing on her lips. "Aw, I can see that mind of yours just a racing. Don't worry, honey. If you give me what I want, I'll take my misbehaved beta with me and leave town. I promise even!" She help up the hand not holding him like a vice and stuck out her pinkie. "See, pinkie swear! And you can go back to playing with the other puppies and their adorable alpha. I'll even be super generous and give you some time to think on it." She let go of his hand and stood up, stretching. She moved in front of him where he sat on the edge of his bed and grabbed his chin, gently this time. "Twelve hours to deliver honey. And if you try any funny business," Stiles felt the claws prick his skin as she lifted his chin to look him in the eye, "all bets are off. I'll start leaving little prezzies for you, starting with your handsome dad."

Stiles glared up at her, defiant and silent. "Oh that's a good look on you. Makes me wonder why your alphas keep you human. You'd make an absolutely wonderful wolf. Positively delectable. I can tell you're not the good little boy everyone thinks you are." She leaned down, her face a breath away but Stiles held fast, determined not flinch. "Maybe that's what they're afraid of," she giggled and gave him a love tap on the cheek before pulling away. Stiles heard his dad come in downstairs and let his eyes dart in that direction, and when he looked back, the woman was gone.

Stiles chucked his phone to the passenger seat angrily. "Fuck!" No one was answering his calls or texts. He floored the gas pedal as the light turned green. He knew this was horribly reckless and dangerous, but he had to warn Ana. It all made sense now. Of course she was hiding from the alpha that bit her! Holy fuck she had to be more bat shit crazy than Peter. Stiles was breathing heavily. He slammed to a stop at the next stop light and tried to calm down, tried to think! But there was no time. He drove towards the school, hoping Ana was still there and he could get to her before she walked home.