Chapter Three~~
After leaving the Hale residence I headed straight home to my dad, who shouldn't be off work till the early morning, so really I was heading home to be alone. Again. I try not to dwell on the fact that lately I've been alone most of my time, a thing I am not used to very much, making the experiences all the more confounding. Even driving home I would usually have someone there, most of the time its Scott, but sometimes even other members of the pack would come to make sure I didn't get into trouble or something. I really can't pinpoint the exact time they all stopped caring.
The drive home is pretty ordinary and uneventful; something that has become the norm ever since we got rid of the last pack that thought it would be smart to try to take our town. Is it weird that I miss the old, familiar fear that used to be attached to me at all times back when everything wanted to kill me? I don't get to think much on it too greatly before I pull into the empty driveway of my house. When inside the vacant, middle class home I decide against going to bed right away and instead head to the kitchen to make a sandwich. While in the process of holding a jar of mayo, package of sandwich meat, bread, and some sliced cheese all in my mouth and one free hand I hear something crash in the living room. I'm sure I'm the only one home and its one in the morning, a time where the pack never shows up at my house, especially not during a pack night.
I slowly ease the fridge door shut, my eyes never leaving the entry to the living room, and reverse step until my back meets the counter. My body is half unresponsive, as my mind is telling it to grab something, anything, other than the bag of bread hanging from my mouth; instead it just slides the mayo and other sandwich material onto the counter, away from me.
I nearly shit myself when a shadow appears in the living room along the wall. It looks human, a female, with long flowy hair. I'm sure I don't blink, but I must have because not even a second later a figure appears in the door way. She has shiny chocolate brown hair that reaches her lower back and from where I am standing I can easily see piercing brown eyes that match her hair perfectly. If it was anything but this situation, she wouldn't look near as intimidating as she does now.
I'm too afraid to look anymore.
"I want something from you." She inquires, her voice deeper than I expected. It has a strange accent with it, too. Maybe Australian or something foreign like that. Are there packs in Australia? I assume so, since there are some all over California according to Derek. I make a mental note to ask him next time I see him. Or not, maybe that would be a bad idea, but then again, I could pop the question in while telling him about the new pack, if he doesn't already know. Derek knows everything, I think, I bet he's one of those people who really do, like Deaton, and only show it when it is brought into conversation.
"Did you hear me?" The pretty wolf snaps at me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Wait, what?" I drop the bag of bread from my mouth, trying to catch it as it falls but fail miserably. There is no sound of the bag falling onto the floor, but in its place there is a whoosh sound and the bag is dangled in my face, by a nicely tanned hand. "Whoa, nic-nice arm you got there," I stutter out, refusing to look at her, who is only inches away from me now from being across the room only seconds before.
She steps closer to me whilst using her eyes to burn a hole in my head. "Get your pack out of town, mine is moving in." She stipulates while tilting her cute-little pixie head to the side in a way that only psychopaths can do.
"My pack? I don't have a pack," I tell her far too quickly. Her pretty pout lips turn up into a wicked smirk and she reaches her hand up to run her fingertips through my untidy hair, then seductively trails her hand down the side of my face.
"Oh sure you do. Why else would a pretty boy like you smell like wolf?" Her voice is suddenly so flirtatious that it makes my knees begin to get weak; Damn my teenaged lust!
"No-not my pack. Nope, I'm a free man. Why would I want to be around wolves? They always smell like wet dog and Kibble."
"Aw... Poor little thing," She whispers. She takes my hand in her soft ones. I suddenly feel self-conscious over my rough, sweaty hands. "Do they not like you?"
No. They don't. "Of course they do!" I lie while looking around hastily for some sort of defense item. "I'm just don't want any part in that stuff," I try, unsuccessfully, to buy some time while I look for anything to fight her off with, though I know its fruitless since she is a wolf and I am only a scrawny human and no weapon but Allison's arrows or some kind of gun would be able to slow her down at this point. I inwardly curse when I realize I had forgotten my Wolfsbane in my Jeep. Though, in prove of my suspensions of her inner beasty she squeezes one of my hands in hers with such grip that it brings me to shout out in agony and surprise. I feel my hand cripple in on itself as something cracks.
"You're a part of it now," She snarls while looking deep into my eyes with her radiant gold-rimmed ones. She lets go of my hand and spins around, her hair whipping me in the face, and strides towards the front door. "Tell them, or I'm coming back with friends." She withdraws out into the night, violently slamming the door shut behind her.
I cradle my hand against my chest as I shuffle around to look for my keys. I find them in my back pocket and immediately bolt out to my Jeep, not wanting to be in the dark more then I have to. I grab the Wolfsbane from the glove department and shove the sack deep into my pocket. Then I proceed to start her up, destination: the Hale house going 20 over the speed limit.
Around every turn I think I see her standing on the side of the road, every red light I am convinced she will jump on the roof of my Jeep and use her freakishly sharp wolf nails and rip away the metal. I just want to keep driving, never stopping until I am in front of Derek's house. Where the pack is, they won't let her get to me, they would take the whole pack out before Derek would let them touch me. Or would they risk it? Would they risk trying to protect me now, since it's pretty clear that they don't want me there. Why am I going then? Because they are my friends, I quickly answer myself.
They're my friends... Right?
I shake my head of those thoughts. Of course they are, Of course.
I finally arrive at the house full of the friends in question. I open the door; forgetting that my hand has recently been broken and hiss loudly as shot of pain the travels up my arm. "Fuck!" I curse out, bringing my hand to my chest and stroking it with my other. "God damn," I whisper, using my other hand to open the door awkwardly and climbing out. I lumber up the front steps of the house and choose not to knock but instead just let myself in.
"Yo, Derek! We got a problem," I call out while sauntering through the house to the living room where they all still should be there, sleeping. I know they will hear me even when they sleep, and I don't care if it will wake them up. There's a new pack in town and they all need to be on the case to get rid of them, and to be honest, I am glad I have an excuse to talk to everyone at once again, where they will actually pay attention to me. For too long have I been pushed to the side and forgotten while the rest of them got praise and glory. Too long have they disregarded my assists in their discoveries. I want a voice in this pack again, a back bone, like I had when it was just me and Scott. I'm Stiles Stilinski I know big words and I can, or used to, make a big alpha back down. I'm strong, and brave. I got this.
When I round the corner to the desired room, with my brand new brave face on, I am astounded when I find them all awake and having a great time watching one of the movies I had brought over earlier.
They are all laughing and chatting so much to each other that if they weren't wolves and had that enhanced smell they wouldn't have even noticed I was there.
Derek is the first to look my way.
AN: I had forgotten to put disclaimers on my previous chapters... Ops. I will go do that now. Anyway, thanks for reading and such! This is funnier then I thought it would be to finally write a fanfiction of my own. c: ~~ Shy.