Scott pulled his phone out his pocket when it started vibrating. Stiles' name appeared on the screen. Scott didn't hesitate to answer the call, he felt bad for the things he said.
"Hey, Stiles." Scott waited a reply but didn't get one. He thought that maybe the call was a mistake, that he had been pocket dialed.
"Stiles." He tried again but no answer. He was about to hang up when he heard something in the background. He listened harder and with his wolf hearing immediately realized what the noise was. He heard the struggle.
"Stiles!" Scott yelled but knew that it wasn't going to help his best friend.
"Sco..." Was all he heard before he heard water and gasping in the back ground. Scott immediately knew what was happening.
"Stiles!" The line went dead and Scott was left terrified and worried.
Derek looked at the teen, anger in his eyes. He had heard everything. "Where was he?" He asked his voice low.
"I-I, I don't know." Scott said as he looked at the older alpha.
"What do you mean you don't know? You were with him less than two hours ago!" Derek was getting furious but Scott knew it was because he was worried.
"We had an argument. I said that we didn't need him and he left. I figured he'd be going home." Scott said his voice low. "I knew it was too dangerous. The profile of the victims matches him and I didn't want him looking for something that could be targeting him." Scott explained to the brooding werewolf.
"I understand that you don't want him to be on danger, but Scott, where is his dad right now?" Derek asked.
"He's at work." Scott answered.
"And where was Stiles going to go if he wasn't with you?" Scott knew where Derek was going.
"Somewhere by himself." Scott answered.
"And that put him..." Derek was cut off.
"In danger." Scott whispered knowing that it was his fault that his best friend was in the situation he was in.
"And he would have been safer..." Derek started but Scott finished.
"With us." Scott said angry at himself. "How could I be so...I'm such am idiot!"
"Let's just focus on finding him." Derek said reassuringly. "We all make mistakes."
Both Derek and Scott told the others about what had happened and immediately went to try and find where Stiles was at when he was attacked. Scott met up with Isaac at the high school while Derek went off on his own. Finding Stiles scent was difficult considering the exhaust fumes from his jeep covered most of it but they knew what the jeep smelled like so it wasn't as hard to find the general direction that he went in.
After an hour of following the trail the two teens lost it. They tried to find the scent but it was gone, just vanished. They were about to leave when Scott's phone buzzed. it was a text from Derek.
Meet me at the access site by the lake. Found the jeep.
Scott and Isaac took off in a full sprint. They were only 5 minutes away. As they got closer Stiles scent was getting stronger. Scott's nerves were on edge and he feared what may lie ahead. He wished that he would have just let Stiles join him. If he had then his best friend wouldn't have been attacked, or at least his chances of being attacked would have been way less than what he left him with.
Arriving at the parking area they immediately saw the jeep. Scott and Isaac walked cautiously up to the blue, beat up vehicle. Derek was nowhere to be seen. Stiles scent was everywhere but there was something else too, a sweet, salty, foreign aroma.
Scott followed the scent down the old trail that lead down through the woods. He knew that there was a grass land at the end of the trail. It used to be another section of the lake but it dried up when they were kids.
As they walked Stiles scent grew weaker and the unknown aroma grew stronger. It made Issac want to sneeze.
Once they were at the edge of the clearing they saw Derek knelt down in the middle of the grasslands which was about the size of their lacrosse field. They ran over to him but before they got there Derek stuck his hand out telling them to stop. That's when they noticed the patches of grass that had been flattened and lead in different directions. Slowly they made their way up to Derek.
They quickly noticed the mud and wet areas. They hadn't had any rain for five days which made it really odd for there to be random mud in the area. They also noticed Stiles phone laying ten feet or less in front of them. They couldn't smell the blood that was on the grass due to the other scent that they could give a title to.
Scott's heart sank at the possible thought of Stiles being dead. No, that couldn't happen, right? Stiles wasn't dead. The other victims were found a week after their disappearance and their deaths were fresh. They still had time, but Stiles was bleeding. He could still be bleeding and if not found in time he could die from the blood loss.
Scott wouldn't let that happen. Scott wasn't about to lose his best friend. Not like this. He was going to find him. Looking at Isaac told him that he wasn't alone. That was when Derek stood up and turned to face them. Both teens knew that whatever had happened was bad. That was a given, but, looking at Derek told them that it was bad enough to make the older alpha livid. Derek never really cared for Stiles, at least at first he didn't. During the last three years Derek started to tolerate to overly energetic teen and considered him pack and whenever part of his pack was in trouble he would do anything to bring them back.
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