In the hospital parking lot Stiles was led to a dark coloured car with tinted windows that didn't make it entirely difficult to see who was sitting in there. He figured this was one good thing going his way. Unless the Calavera's forced him into the trunk, then he would be doomed. Stiles knew between leaving the hospital and arriving where ever the Calavera's were going, this would be his only option of escape or at the very least, being noticed.

Severo opened the back door for Stiles behind the passenger seat. Stiles got in and Severo pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the pocket in the back of the seat in front of Stiles. The handcuffs were made of think metal, and had detailed carvings all over. Stiles was transfixed by them as Severo placed one cuff on his left wrist. He pulled Stiles cuffed hand up to the hand hold above the car door and looped the other cuff through the space before cuffing Stiles right wrist. When he was done, Stiles was sitting in the back seat, hands restrained above his head.

"Is this really necessary?" He asked as Severo put his seat belt on for him.

"It makes me feel better to know where your hands are." he replied before shutting the door and getting into the drivers seat.

Araya sat in front of Stiles. "Did you notice the detail work on the cuffs?" Stiles waited for her to continue. "My father made them. He carved out part of the metal and replaced it with wolfsbane. Don't worry, they won't affect you."

Five minutes into the drive Stiles dared to ask, "Why were you looking for Melissa?"

"To deliver a message, but you will do instead." Araya answered.

Stiles had a really bad feeling about this entire situation. And why shouldn't he. His dad was in the hospital, barely okay. Scott didn't believe him about Donovan. He didn't know where his relationship with Malia stood. He didn't know what Theo was going to do to his friends and now he was being kidnapped and there's no one to notice and come to his rescue.

"This is about Scott's beta right? You don't understand the life or death situation he was forced into!" He said frustrated. It was dark outside and Stiles was struggling to keep track of where they were driving. It wouldn't be long until he officially had no idea where they were headed.

"I know that he is losing the qualities that make him a true alpha."

"Does that mean you're going to hurt him?"

"Perhaps."

"And me?" Neither of the two replied. Stiles looked out the window, tears started to sting his eyes. He was sick of being a pawn in someone else's game. Sick of being involved in Scott's messes. For once he wished he could go back to being a nobody. With no girlfriend, no life or death situations to keep him up all night, back to when he could actually study and hand his homework in on time, get good grades. He was sorry he ever took Scott out to the woods in the middle of the night.

He thought about the last time he had told someone how he felt. When Ms. Morrell had him in the guidance office, before Jackson died and came back to life. He thought about her advice and how shitty it seemed now. 'If you're going though hell, keep going' well Churchill never lived in Beacon Hills. All the bad things in Stiles life seemed to only get better for a moment before getting worse than before. And this time he wasn't sure there would even be better moments. This felt like the icing on the cake. Being kidnapped by hunters again.

They pulled up to a well known hotel chain. "You're staying here?" Stiles expected something more like a motel out of an episode of Supernatural. With stains, odd smells and strange looking occupants.

"What? We paid for two more nights" Severo said before exiting the car. Araya waited as Severo uncuffed Stiles. "You know the rules," he warned. "wait, take off your hoodie." Stiles looked down and saw his father's blood that still stained him. He took of the hoodie and threw it onto the seat of the car, leaving him with a dark navy t-shirt on.

"Let's go." Araya said.

Once they entered their room Stiles took in the two double beds to the right of him. Ahead, behind a partial wall was a couch opposite a TV. At the end of the room was a closed door, he assumed lead to the bathroom.

"Would you like a glass of water?" Araya asked.

"Sure."

"Severo, go get some ice." Severo left leaving Stiles standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. "Make yourself comfortable on the couch. You should get some sleep." She said while getting an extra blanket from the small wardrobe and placing it on the end of the couch.

"Can I have a pillow?" Stiles asked sounding defeated and exhausted. He hadn't realized how late it was. 4Am and the first chance his body and brain has had to slow down and process the nights events. All Stiles wanted to do was sleep. He would rest and reserve his energy. Go with the flow of what the Calavera's wanted. He still had one more night to escape and he needed to make it count.