Sorry I got a little off track with this chapter.

Chapter 12

After taking a moment to get over what was threatening to be the biggest internal meltdown Beacon Hills had seen since Greenburg tried to confess his feelings for Finstock in front of half the lacrosse team; Stiles headed downstairs feeling unnerved by the sudden silence. He didn't have a clue what was going on but in his opinion silence was never a good thing.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs he found that not only had the front door been blown to pieces but also everything within a 10ft radius was now lying on the ground in varying states of ruin. The once pristine house was now a complete wreck.

Stiles didn't hear the quite footsteps approaching him from behind as he studied the broken door. The first, and only, sign of another person in the room was the gentle breathing that was slowly growing louder as it neared the boy. The breathing was so gentle that it took the feeling of it against his back for stiles to finally notice the other person.

His first instinct was too run, because really what normal person would want to stay in a house that looked like it had been attacked whilst an unknown person breathed down their neck? However, stiles wasn't a normal boy and the instinct to flee was quickly pushed aside by a feeling of intense, almost unnatural, calm.

The feeling took him by surprise. He wasn't supposed to be feeling calm in a situation like this. In fact he should be feeling anything but calm. For some reason though something in his brain was telling him that everything was okay, that he was okay. The feeling only increased when a small hand reached out and wrapped its self around stiles wrist with a strength that shouldn't be possible for its size.

Moving as slowly as his hyperactive body would let him, stiles turned in the secure grip and found himself face to face with the youngest member of the hale family. Anna looked just as peaceful as she had been during breakfast yet there was something hiding deep in her eyes that told him something was wrong.

Without saying anything the young girl tugged gently on stiles wrist before heading though the open door behind her. Except it wasn't a door, or at least it wasn't like any door he had seen before, but rather a gap in the wall which had previously been blocked by a large wall hanging of a beautiful black wolf.

Stiles didn't know what to do. It was obvious Anna wanted him to follow her but was that really the safest thing for him to do right now? Shouldn't he be running out the door and never looking back instead of debating with himself whether or not he should follow the strange girl in to the dark and mysterious passage way that led to an unknown and possibly stranger place.

Looking through the hole in the wall where the door used to be stiles weighed is options. He could either leave the house and risk freezing to death in the storm which was still raging on outside or follow Anna and risk dying at the hands of whatever was waiting for him on the other side of the wall.

Never being one to run away from an adventure, no matter how ridiculous and possibly life threatening it may be, stiles wasted no more time in following the girl. The wall hanging dropping back in place once he was safely inside. Yeah, because it's not like that was creepy or anything stiles thought as he headed deeper in to the tunnel.

Stiles followed Anna's distant footsteps until he found himself in a large room. The room was piled high with the strangest collection of book stiles had ever seen ranging from a small collection of childhood classics to books with names he wouldn't even attempt to pronounce.

It was by the collection of children's books that he found Anna curled up in a large, overstuffed chair. The girls wide eyes stared at him from over the top of the book she was clinging to as though her life depended on it. As he neared her stiles could see that the book was a collection of what appeared to be fairy tales although they were ones which he had never heard of. The book had to be at least a couple of hundred years old. The corners of the pages were curling, many of them becoming dog eared with use, the ripped leather on the cover was fading in patches where the sun had bleached it over the years and the spine was barely holding its self together. Yet Anna was holding it as though it was the most precious thing in the world.

"What have you got there?" stiles asked moving slowly towards her as though he was approaching a wild animal. Anna only blinked in response before gracefully rising from the chair and coming to stand in front of the older boy. Without speaking she pushed stiles in to the chair, climbed in to his lap and opened the book on a seemingly random, but beautifully decorated, page. The page she had opened the book on showed a man, dressed from head to toe in thick black leather, shooting a purple tipped arrow in to the chest of the beast in front of him. In response the beast was rearing back on its hind legs, trying to get away, the pain in his eyes shining through.

Stiles looked at Anna curiously. Why would a child want to look at something as disturbing as that? He tried to ask her why she was looking at a book like this but she silenced him with a single look and turned back to the book spread out across her lap, turning the page before looking over her shoulder at the elder boy.

Taking a deep breath, stiles looked down at the new page. It was unlike the previous one was covered in writing. The title of the page was The Hunter and if the illustrations were anything to go by it was going to be an interesting, if not horrifying, read.

End Of Chapter

So this chapter is a little different and kind of strays from the story a little (sorry!) but I promise the next chapter will get everything back on track.