Chapter 7

Both Stiles and Thomas were quiet in car, while Stiles kept driving. Thomas had no idea where they were going but Stiles seemed to know where exactly he was going. Surely enough, Stiles killed the engine.

- 'Where are we?' Thomas asked, confused.

- 'Since we are here, might as well show you the place.' Stiles said and opened jeep driver's side doors and exited the vehicle. Thomas followed Stiles' example and left the jeep too.

- 'Show me what, exactly?' Thomas asked silently. Stiles began leading the way and Thomas followed. They hiked through woods for a while in silence, not speaking. Thomas knew something was on Stiles' mind but didn't question it and yet Scott was still missing. We should be looking for Scott.

- 'It was just few minutes ago I figured I was coming to this place unconsciously again. In supernatural world, there is reason for everything and you just learn to stop questioning it after a while, yet whenever something happens, the answers are a must.' Stiles said and came to a sudden stop. Thomas stood side by side with Stiles and looked where Stiles was looking. It was nighttime but the eyes were used to it and almost-full moon gave light enough through spread-out trees to see the way.

There it was – it was a rather large tree stump. The tree that was there must have been very huge for it to be cut down and this stump was left in its place. It looked old and withered yet somehow Thomas felt energy from it. Energy that was drawing him to it and also it all felt so familiar. The energy that came from it was so surreal yet he thought he remembered it from somewhere.

- 'It feels so oddly… familiar.' Thomas said silently, looking mesmerized at the tree stump.

- 'Familiar, how? You've seen this stump before?' Stiles asked, looking at Thomas.

- 'No, it's—it's the energy coming from the stump. I have felt it somewhere before..

- 'What energy?'

- 'From the stump. Don't you feel it?' Thomas looked at Stiles. Stiles was confused.

- 'What, do you mean like vibes or something? No, I don't feel anything, not really.' Stiles shrugged. Thomas frowned. His forehead creased as he was looking at the stump and was trying to remember where he had felt the energy. It was vague but he felt something was pulling at the wire deep within his mind, trying to get his attention. Was it a hallucination or was it a dream?

With a sudden gasp Thomas' eyes darted in focus and back to Stiles. His eyes went wide with shock as he remembered. It was a dream, precisely a dream! It was that night, the first night after first day at school he was dreaming of shadows chasing him through the forest scaring him to death and he wanted to run – run away as fast as he could to escape whatever was coming at him. At the time it didn't seem relevant but now, the faint elusive pull the energy gave was telling him something. He wasn't exactly running away but he was running towards the slight pull.

- 'It was that night. After Lydia had told me about my death I had a dream..' Thomas said.

- 'Lydia what now?' Stiles asked.

- 'Didn't she tell you?' Thomas asked in disbelief.

- 'No, she hasn't told me anything…' Stiles said but paused for a second. '…yet she had been talking with Scott about something as of late. So it must be you they were talking about.' Stiles concluded.

- 'So what Lydia said was that if I kept following the path I have chosen I'd end up dead like someone close to me.' Thomas said.

- 'Close being-'

- '-Allison, yes.'

- 'But then what of the path?' Stiles asked.

- 'Wish I knew Stiles. It scared me so much I dreamt of someone chasing after me.' Thomas said, silently.

- 'And that's where you remember the vibe from?'

- 'Yeah, exactly.' Thomas nodded and they both looked at the stump.

- 'It's called the Nemeton.' Stiles said.

- 'H-Huh?'

- 'There used to be this large tree druids used for various rituals and the tree was cut down but ever since we connected to the stump in our between-life-and-death state, we resurfaced its beacon ability for supernatural creatures.' Stiles said.

- 'So what you are saying is that this stump draws supernatural?' Thomas asked.

- 'Yeah.' Stiles nodded.

- 'Then… what am I?' Thomas asked. Stiles froze for a second. He hadn't considered this fact. Usually he heard of supernatural creatures to see the actual stump in their dreams, visions or what other states there was but to feel its energy-

- 'I don't know but whatever the case, it's just the beginning.' Stiles said.

- 'S-Stiles…. U-ugh…' suddenly a voice said behind them. Thomas and Stiles turned around.

- 'SCOTT!' Both exclaimed and rushed to Scott's side. Scott fell down on his knees and both Thomas and Stiles took him each by his arms and wrapped around their necks and pushed him up. Scott screamed from pain.

- 'You… you are bleeding!' Thomas exclaimed, noticing the dark wet damp t-shirt he remembered from earlier this morning Scott had worn. It was cut in chest area, precisely torn. 'He isn't healing, why isn't he healing?!' Thomas shouted worried.

- 'He's losing a lot of blood!' Stiles exclaimed and dragged him towards the jeep with Thomas' help. Scott groaned all the way, barely keeping himself awake. Even with the moonlight Thomas could tell he was pale, way too pale.

- 'We need to get him to hospital.' Thomas said.

- 'N-No—t-the clinic- Alan-' Scott barely speaking above whisper said.

- 'Scott, we won't make it to the clinic in time!' Stiles said, getting Scott in back seat. Scott fell down across the seat, unable to pull himself up. His eyes rolled at the back of his head and he passed out.

- 'Stiles, go, go GO GO GO GO!' Thomas yelled, seeing as Stiles clambered in the driver's seat and slammed the doors shut. Thomas jumped next to him and Stiles roared the jeep's engine to life with the key, sped off.

Thomas put the fingers covered in blood to his nose and sniffed them.

- 'Is blood supposed to smell like this and be this dark?' Thomas asked. Stiles sniffed his own hand.

- 'It's wolfsbane! Damn it! No wonder Scott isn't healing! We need to clean that wound out!' Stiles exclaimed.

- 'Clean it out? What, why?' Thomas was worried. Stiles gritted his teeth.

- 'Wolfsbane is like a poison to werewolves! If it's not gotten out-' Stiles exclaimed and took a deep breath.

- 'He is dying, isn't he?' Thomas said, horrified.

- 'There is first aid somewhere in the back. You need to clean the wound out!' Stiles said. Thomas gulped once but clambered somehow to the backseat from the front and looked for the first aid. His hands were shaking but Scott was dying and he was the only one who could help him right now. He found the first aid and rummaged through it to find the necessary fluid. He tore the shirt apart and poured the fluid on the wound. It turned white bubbling and Scott's eyes flashed open, roaring. He bolted upright, his eyes burning with the red Alpha's and glared at Thomas. Thomas froze but Stiles had managed to wedge one arm behind and pressed against Scott's chest.

- 'Easy there buddy, he wants to help you.' Stiles said. Scott relaxed and slumped back down. Thomas poured some more, making Scott to grit his teeth in pain and to keep himself from roaring again.

- 'How much longer?!' Thomas exclaimed, putting on a primitive bandage on Scott's wound. Scott was sweating bullets but panting, being awake again.

- 'I'm driving Thomas, I am driving! It's not exactly easy!' Stiles said, just now getting back to road. From here it was just the drive to hospital. Stiles looked towards them in mirror. 'Whatever you do, keep him awake!'

- 'This will hurt like hell Scott!' Thomas said and applied pressure to bandage. Scott gritted his teeth again.

- 'It's Nogitsune… Nogitsune's back!' Scott shouted. Both Stiles and Thomas froze, the only difference being Stiles going Scott's shade of pale…