Stiles could feel the transformation happening to him. Could feel the change. His finger nail turned into sharp claws, hair growing over his knuckles. His sideburns grew, his ears stretched until they were pointed, and his teeth turned into sharp fangs. His once chocolate brown doe-like human eyes were now blue wolf eyes.

"Stiles, don't panic! You need to stay calm and focus!" spoke Logan. "Find your anchor! Focus on it and you'll be fine!"

Stiles did as Logan said. He focus on his anchor. He thought of his mother. Of her smiling face. How when he was little, she would read him bedtime stories, held him close when he got scared, kissed away his boo-boos, their long walks together in the woods, everything.

Logan stared at the young werewolf before him. Stiles just stood there, wolfed out, not making a sound or moving an inch.

"Stiles?"

The wolf gave his alpha a big, toothy smile, revealing his pearly white, deadly sharp fangs. He slowly walked towards him. Once Stiles was a few inches from Logan, his lifted his right hand and smacked Logan's shoulder.

"Tag! You're it!"

Then he ran off on all fours, laughing and howling.

Logan let out a laugh and shifted himself. He got down on all fours and followed Stiles into the woods.

Logan didn't think he could be more proud of Stiles. Not once did he lose control over his wolf. He never attacked Logan or tried to go find any humans to kill. The two spent the night running, play fighting, and when they got hungry, they ate a deer, or was it five?

The alpha woke up in woods with a sleeping Stiles curled up next to him.

Logan smiled. "Wake up, Sti," he said softly, lightly shaking him.

"Hmm?" Stiles's eyes slowly opened. When his blurry vision cleared, he gave his alpha a sleepy smiles. "Morning."

"Morning," the older wolf said back. "How much of last night do you remember?"

Stiles took a second to remember. His eyes lit up. "Everything! I didn't lose control over myself or hurt anyone! Woo!" He jumped up, fist high in the air. "Yeah! I'm awesome!"

"Okay, Sir Awesome!" laughed Logan. "Want some breakfast? Maybe some more deer?"

Stiles looked at the remains of the deer they ate last night.

"Uh, as good as the deer was, and actually, it was pretty good, I'd rather start the day off with some people food. How about waffles?"

"Can't go wrong with waffles."

One Week Later

"Stan, you need some sleep," Melissa said to the Sheriff. "You look like you're about to pass out."

Scott and his mom were at the Stilinski House with Sheriff Stilinski. Ever since Stiles went missing, the man had been looking for him non stop. He refused to listen when people told him his son was dead. Even when they found his shredded shirt and blood in the woods, along with the bodies of the twin alphas of the Alpha Pack, the sheriff didn't believe his son was dead.

"Is my son home?" asked Stan.

"No."

"Then I'm not going to sleep. Not until he's home safe."

"Mr. Stilinski," said Scott. "It's been ten days and no one has seen Stiles. I think he's really-"

"Don't!" yelled the Sheriff. "Don't finished that sentence! Stiles is not dead! There was no body, so he's alive!"

"Stan," said Melissa, softly.

"A parent knows if their child is alive or not and I know Stiles is still alive. He's out there, and I will NOT stop looking for him!" Tears started to build up in the man's eyes. "He's all I have left. Ever since Truly. . ." Stan buried his face in his hand. "I can't lose my son too!"

Melissa pulled Stan into an embrace as he cried, her own tears spilled from her eyes.

Scott frowned sadly as he watched his mom and his best friend's dad cry. He quietly walked up the stairs to give them some privacy. The teen wolf made his way to Stiles's room. He looked around and inhaled. It still smelled like Stiles. It still looked the same from the last time he was in it. Everything was where it's supposed to be. But one thing was missing.

Stiles wasn't in it.

Scott walked over to the desk and picked up on old photo album. He picked it up and went to sit on the bed and look though it. There were many different picture in the album. Pictures of Stiles, Stiles and his mom, Stiles and his dad, Stiles and both of his parents, his mom, his dad, his mom and his dad, Scott, Stiles and Scott. Scott stared at a picture that took place one Halloween when he and Stiles were nine. Scott was dressed as Superman and Stiles was Batman. Both boys were laughing in the picture. They were both happy.

Scott started to cry. He should've been looking after Stiles. He should've been looking after his best friend instead of being selfish and thinking about himself. He was so worried about Allison, who still wouldn't take him back, that he let his best friend since first grade get killed.

The teen wolf curled himself into a ball and sobbed on Stiles's bed.

'I'm so sorry, Stiles,' thought Scott. 'I'm the worst friend ever!'

He continued to sob and let out a whimper.

Stiles was out for a little stroll around Red Falls. He's been in the town for about a week and he was already familiar with it. He knew where every store and shop was. Know all the people who lived here. Just like he did back in Beacon Hills.

Beacon Hills. Where his old "pack" was. Where his so-called friends were. Where his dad was.

Stiles missed his dad. He was all the family he had and now the man was all alone. Stiles wanted to go home and see him. Make sure he was okay and eating right.

'But I can't,' thought Stiles. 'And I can't call him up to let him know I'm alive and well. The Hale Pack might find out and drag me back to be their punching bag again.'

The young wolf was heading back home. As he walked though the woods, he suddenly had the feeling someone was watching him. He kept his guard up, keeping a look out for anything suspicious.

Stiles quickly turned his head when he heard the sound of a branch snap. Slowly, he walked towards a tree with low branches covered with lots of leaves, claws popped out his right hand. Once there, he pulled back the branches and raised his clawed hand to strike, but was kicked in the chest and slammed into another tree.

Stiles slide down and landed on his side, hissing in pain. He looked up and stared into the dark blue eyes of a black haired man with pale skin.

"Hello, Stiles was it?"