I don't own Teen Wolf! That alone is sad enough but this chap doesn't have a beta - so all mistakes (and I think there are many) are mine!

Chapter 4

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
Mark Twain

„We have to do something!" Stiles pleaded.

"He said to wait till he contact us!" the Sheriff said.

"They torture him! God damn it! He can't contact us. If Peter Hale decides to kill him he will kill him. Now he is barely alive!" Stiles rubbed his short hair.

"We need help!" Mr. Stilinsky told his son.

Suddenly Stiles eyes brightened. "Yeah! We do! And I know where to find it!" Stile's opened his Laptop.

"What are you doing?" his dad asked.

"We look for some werewolf's to help us!" Stiles typed in google.

"Who can help us fight an alpha?"

"You are google werewolfs?" his dad asked.

"You have a better idea?" Stiles chew his nails. "We just have to sort out the creeps and the fruit loops and then we are good."

The sheriff leaned over his sons shoulder and watched him sort out some links.

"Creep… Creep….Creep….Creep…that looks good…urgh creep…good…creep…fruit loop…werewolfsexdotcom? Saved!"

"I am not going to ask!" his father shuddered.

Suddenly there was an E mail showing on his screen. "Who the hell is Billy Wolf?" Stile's asked.

"Sounds like a creep for me!" his dad said.

From:

To: ..com

Fighting an alpha

Okay you looner. We are tracking your ID since you first looked on Werewolf themes. We also know where you are from and we noticed some activity on said theme.

Now we are coming to see what the hell you know and why you track so much ww links all over the net. If you are a creep that's just bored out of his mind…notice we will hunt you down! If you are one of us...

We meet you this evening at 8!

Billy Wolf

"Jesus fucking ….!" Stiles gaped, closing his Laptop. "Eight? That's in like…."

*Knock Knock*

"Now!" they both turned to the door.

"Who is there?" the sheriff asked.

"Billy Wolf….!" The guy outside laughed.

Stile's went to open the door. There stood a guy with long blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a shit eating grin on this face.

"I am not going to invite you in!" Stiles told him.

"You don't have to!" the guy said and stepped into the hotel room. "I let myself in…and " he turned around "my mate can come in too!"

Tadaaaaa yeah sorry for the long wait. Hope you liked it! Oh and I made those mail adresses up.