The next day Stiles arrived at the grave of his mother, his hand slid gently across the rock and his heart gave a squeeze. He waited all day, and by the time night fell he sighed, assuming he'd been stood up. Slowly he walked back to the village, feet dragging and heart in his stomach. From a distance angry blue eyes watched. Stiles walked through the village until he heard shouting, loud angry jeers. He moved towards the noise, seeing people with torches and pitch forks. Pushing through the mob he got close enough to see a wolf. Much bigger than a normal wolf with blue eyes and dark brown fur. She was in a cage and people were throwing things at her. Rotten apples, dead flowers, rocks. She had shrunk as small as a creature her size could into the corner of the cage. Stiles felt sick. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Scrambling away from the horrific sight he gulped down air and clutched his chest as his lungs burned. She looked so much like Derek and Stiles didn't know how he would handle something so horrible happening to Derek. This could be someone else's Derek and here she was having rocks thrown at her. He heard his father shouting and people roaring and grumbling and soon the hateful din quieted. He crept back over to the cage as the last of the people left, his father included.
"Hello." Stiles said softly. The creature shook in fear. "They're like that to anyone that's a little different." He said softly as he began clearing away some of the mess. He reached a hand in and pulled out some of the garbage. She made no move so he kept doing that, each time reaching in a little father. "My name's Stiles." He said trying to keep the still air from creeping in. His hand brushed the wolf's leg and she leapt out of it's way yelping. "Hey, sorry." Stiles said holding his hands up so she could see he meant her no harm. "Did i scare you?" He asked as he cleared the last of the stuff he could reach away. "Are you hurt?" He asked noticing her favoring one of her paws. "Let me see." Stiles's voice was soft and caring and genuine, but she made no move. "Is it broken, bleeding, got something in it?" Stiles asked. Slowly, warily she inched over just enough for him to see her paw. "Ok so i don't see any blood or anything sticking out so it may be broken. If i get some bandages will you let me put them on you?" He asked looking searchingly into her eyes. He went home and grabbed some bandages and came back, showing the roll of cloth to her. "See? This'll help it heal." He said reaching in and pointing to her paw. She reached it over and he began tying the bandage around it. Yelping she yanked back, swatting his hands away. He fell back, away from the cage with his left hand badly cut. "Hey, I'm trying to help you." He said cradling his bleeding hand. She growled. Sighing he went home and found more bandages, tying up his own hand. He did not return to the cage that night.