Here is Chapter 3. I'm going to start trying to make the chapters a little longer starting with chapter 4 which will probably be posted sometime mid next week. If you see any mistakes please let me know and if you're interested in being a Beta for this story you can PM me. Enjoy

I woke with the sun. Thankfully the throbbing headache was gone but it was replaced with sore muscles from the hard chair that I've been in for what three days now? Ashley's the only one I've seen. She brings me food two or three times a day. The leader hasn't been back down to visit yet. I still had no idea what she meant by they "found me". I'm just the human of the pack.

My thoughts were no longer all over the place, with "dinner" last night Ashley brought a bottle of Adderall down. It had my name on it. I had a moment of panic. They were in my room at my house right next to my dad. Hopefully he was ok. Probably going out of his mind that they haven't found me yet since its been what 4 days now. Maybe my captives are right and the packs not going to find me. No I can't think like that.

My stomach started to growl and I figured Ashley would be down soon. She was always too chipper in the morning. It wasn't long before I heard the door open but instead of the feet padding like I've come to expect from Ashley there was a light step. I didn't even get a chance to question it before they spoke up.

"Good morning Stiles. Have you had a chance to think about your situation?"

"My situation, you mean being kidnapped, tied to a chair with no clue who you are or why I'm here?"

"Stiles you are here very specifically because we found you... And have use of you. Who we are is not important. We are a group of hunters that gets the job done that's all you need to know"

"Great, you do know the history I have with hunters right. I have no reason to help you. As far as I'm concerned almost all of you are psychopaths fallowing ancient barbaric codes. That's if you even follow one?" She grabbed my shoulder and all I felt were her nails piercing my skin through my shirt no doubt drawing blood.

"Stiles you have every reason in the world that matters to you to help us. We are not a small family. We are a large group of hunters that have been doing this for hundreds of years. If you help us Beacon Hills will be off limits to us. If you don't well" there was silence as my mind conjured up all sorts of things. Scott dead, Dad bleeding out. Thankfully interrupting my train of thoughts she let go, stepped back and continued talking.

" I know you have quite the imaginations and you have a particular skill set with fitting pieces together. If you don't help us we already have people in place to start the attack on Beacons Hill's supernatural entities… particularly those of your pack."

"If you've been watching us then you know the pack won't stand for that and they will win"

"Maybe Stiles they are very skilled but so are we. Do you really think with our skill set and numbers that no one will come out unscathed. We don't like to play with our pray we go for the kill shot first chance we get. Not as messy. Even if all the creatures of your pack band together there are still humans that they cannot protect forever especially when they won't see us coming."

She was right. There was probably no way for everyone to survive a full force attack from a group of experienced hunters. Even if everyone was on guard with my disappearance there have been no clues to the number that they will face. No way for them to prepare for the attack. Melissa and Dad would be particularly helpless as soon as they were alone. Once again interrupting my thoughts she started speaking.

"Stiles you will help us and you will help us willingly whether you see that now or not doesn't matter." She didn't even give me a chance to reply before she was gone.

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