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Stiles

Well, that was fun. Not. Being stared at was one thing, I mean, I was used to it. Who wouldn't be? I mean it's not every day someone sees a person with violet eyes, nor two nearly perfect guys, (they are perfect until they start talking, I'm deaf and I know that they're a pain in the ass when they talk) The girls in the school seemed slightly familiar, but once you transfer to enough schools you begin to see that people really do look the same. Similar bone structure, hair, piercings, there really wasn't an original person out there, unless you get the occasional oddball like me, with the violet eyes and lack of hearing unless I'm touching one of the nim-rods, not that they knew of that little secret, at least not yet.

I just have a strong sense of survival and I knew better than to tell them, but I think Ethan figured that something was up, with me brushing against them once in a while. But for the most part, I made sure to avoid any physical contact. Anyway, classes were boring, I was beginning to lose what little patience I had with these….humans. Yes, I know that I am technically a human but I'm not a weak human like them, I have strength like they could never imagine.

Deucalion threw us a curve ball, or should I say a lacrosse ball? We were to try out for lacrosse, the team had lost a few members through food poisoning, a broken arm, mysterious drug paraphernalia found in a locker and apparently a bench warmer had died. Aiden was barely able to hide his excitement, he wanted to show his dominance everywhere he could. He was already making his claim on the popularity with this one red headed girl named Lydia. Something about her made me twitch, but I don't know if it's a good twitch or a bad twitch, maybe a twitch is just a twitch, I think I've read one too many mystery books. Good lord, I'm going to be jumping at shadows soon if this keeps up.

Two weeks in….

Ethan was hitting it off with Danny, figures, he goes for the other hot guy. Gah, maybe Danny would make a good alpha, but he would have to toughen up. He was too nice, then again, Ethan was nice when no one was looking, but if you told anyone he'd kill you. But that's because he had an image to keep.

A local beta named Boyd went missing, not long after a local human named Erica died from a seizure…that thought keeps flitting around in my head, I don't know why it matters. Deucalion hasn't told us if he has the beta, and if he does it doesn't matter. Technically speaking, Deucalion is our Alpha, so we have to do as he says and never question him. But…something about this place, and a few of these people, these local wolves, is it normal to feel as if you know someone you can't have possibly ever met? My head has begun to hurt, and it won't stop. I don't dare take anything, knowing that if I take something Ethan and Aiden will be on me faster than girls on a shoe sale and then they will drag me to Deucalion and I really didn't want to deal with him. I don't know what to tell them, or how to tell them, that this place gives me….a pain, like a punch in the gut, as if I need to remember then something clenches my head forcing me not to. Holding the memories at bay. Maybe I'm just losing my mind, and I most definitely cant tell Deucalion that, he'd kill me, he cant have any weak members in his pack. That's a simple fact of life, I gotta muddle on. And pray they don't catch on.

Derek and the Pack

Lacrosse practice, endless laps, the coach was pissed because some members had a few bad grades and he was punishing the whole team because he believed that the whole team needed to buck up and help when one member was down, be in the game or in the class. Derek had told them about Boyd leaving, saying that he wanted to try to venture on his own, and even though Derek hadn't given his approval he hadn't denied Boyd his right to try. They hadn't heard anything since, even when Derek attempted to contact old packs in other territories.

On top of that, the alphas were getting more aggressive, at least in school. Aiden was all but having sex with Lydia in the hall, painfully reminding them how Stiles would react if he were here to witness it. And Danny was smitten for Ethan, even though they did everything they could to keep him away, and by everything they mean everything other than tying him in a basement and keeping him there. Though they were tempted at one point, and that went with Lydia too. But what did surprise them was the lack of social movement from the human alpha, he seemed content to watch from the sidelines, actually he seemed to be annoyed with the way things were going.

But then came the murders. It took four murders for the pack to realize a pattern, and by that time they began to wonder if the alphas were in on it. Because when they found the fourth body, during practice, the facial expressions on the alphas were just as surprised and sickened as their own, if not slightly more so. But what really surprised them was what the human alpha did. They really needed to learn his name…

Stiles

Thump, thump-thump, Thump, my heart beat steadily in my head, while it beat even faster in my chest. Random things flashed in my eyes, but I refused to acknowledge them as I easily jogged behind the over enthusiastic wolves. We were far ahead of the team, but I had a nice cushion between the wolves, if they started to fight I really didn't want to fight. Why am I an alpha? I hate to fight…I thought to myself, as I ran, trying to ignore the persistent pounding in my temples. My nose twitched and if I were a wolf my hackles would rise, but as it were I'm a human so I just grimaced and picked up speed, head up, eyes wide.

Seeing where my pack mates were, I sprinted the last few steps, and skidded to a stop. Sweet sticky…rotten…copper, clinging to the back of the throat. Once you smell it once you never forget it, death. Strapped to the tree was a dead boy, a year or two older than me, the betas seemed to be in shock, vibrations warned me that the team was approaching. From their cringing a girl screamed, coach made us move back.

I knew that face, I narrowed my eyes and stared at it, I could see it with life, see light shining, laughter, almost hear….I forced back a gasp of pain and pushed my way to the back of the crowd. Hoping some distance from the twins would keep them from noticing my pain, if for a few minutes, because they would take me to Deucalion now. There was no avoiding it now.

Uniforms came, the sheriff, if the badge was anything to go by. One of the betas, Scott, if I remember his name, seemed close to him. My neck tightened, slash of red went through my vision, as if Deucalion had expressed his anger. Knees buckled, no one noticed, or if they did they thought I was grieving for the deceased. Left hand forced my right to stay in my lap, knuckles were white with tension, I smelled static in the air, it was going to rain soon. Something wasn't right…..This….there….my head…what… Just as thoughts of panic began to invade me, the scents of thyme and mint invaded my nose.

A large body crouched to my right, a hand was placed gently on my neck. And the sounds came rushing back, but with the sounds came the soothing croon, inaudible to humans. Ethan, rubbed his thumb on my neck, while Aiden took point, making sure no one saw this weakness.

"Sshh, sorry, we forgot, too many emotions here." Ethan murmured, "slow breaths, focus on our scents, ignore their chemically enhanced smells, focus on us. Feel Aiden, his strength, his sure-ness in protecting you against them."

I listened, and very slowly, agonizingly, I was able to let some of the tension go. I let Ethan's smell of thyme wash over me, and Aiden's mint, I had yet to be able to figure out how they had such wonderful scents, but they always calmed me.

"How could we have forgotten?" Aiden asked from his self-appointed guarding position, his voice low, watching the teenagers milling around, and trying to calm one another down.

"We got caught up." Ethan muttered, looking down at me, seeing that my knuckles were still white and he winced, they were going to get a nasty reprimand from Deucalion for this later. Letting Stiles get this emotionally bruised before the fight even began, they had no excuse. They knew that he was their responsibility, ever since he became part of their pack, for as long as they can remember, even though he was an alpha, he was Deucalion's favorite and a human alpha, and on top of that, their secret weapon against all the other wolves. But if Stiles gets hurt before the fight, well….you can't very well win a war with a gun that misfires or jams half the time can you? And no matter how special Stiles might be, Deucalion would get rid of him if he became a liability. Ethan knew he would. Deucalion would do it to all of them, without a second thought, it was logical.

The twins stopped talking and were lost in their thoughts, Ethan continued to rub Stile's neck, hoping to relieve more of the tension. Knowing that if the pain continued, because it was clear that he was in pain, and he had been in pain for a while, they really didn't want to think about what they would have to do.

Derek and the Pack

Isaac overheard the twin's whispered conversation, and he hurried back to Scott, and together they bid a quick goodbye to Sheriff Stilinski before they raced back to Derek, they had to tell him about the new murder. And about the human pack member who, might not be as human as they originally thought.

Stiles

Deucalion was nothing if not full of cruel irony, he knew I had been hiding something from him, but he wasn't sure. I had been smart enough to rub a trace amount of monkswood oil on me to hide the smell of pain every time I stepped out of the shower. But this time he was in the bathroom waiting for me, vial in hand. Thankfully the vial was thick, and not a lethal dose, or I'd probably be dead. And, even though he's blind, I still hid behind the curtain once I realized he was in the bathroom waiting for me. Tapping the vial thoughtfully.

"Very smart, hiding your scent with this, but also very stupid." Deucalion began, he was sure to speak slowly and enunciated so I could read his lips. "You allowed yourself to wait, to wait until the pain built until it nearly broke you. Ethan and Aiden will take you to a local healer," he paused and continued to tap the vial. I suppose if I could hear I would have found it ominous or unnerving, instead I just really wanted him to leave, my butt was cold. "Once you have been cleared clinically, your punishment will be decided."

I knocked on the wall twice in answer. He smiled smugly, then tossed me the vial before leaving, leaving the door wide open no less. And my towels were gone. Sometimes I sucked to be mute.

Twist! Boyd lovers don't kill me, and I'm so very much behind on watching the show, I'm just going with what I know, so if I step on any technical toes….ooops. And hopefully in the next chapter the two best (?) friends will be reunited but will it be for the best or worst?! Wait and see? Stay warm and those on the west coast, I'm hoping this wet weather goes your way. Until next time, Audie!