Aleatha

"I'm sorry. You want me to trust her to find my son? I don't even know the woman! For all I know she could be a maniac like Peter. Heaven forbid we have another psychotic power hungry werewolf maniac running around. I'm not going to trust some rogue werewolf to find my son!" I saw Peter growl at the older human man.

I needed to step in before things got bloody. I don't know what it was, but I felt responsible for Peter's actions which was confusing. I knew where the human male was coming from though. He was worried about his kin. I could understand that. I stepped forward.

"Derek," he looked at me, "I know I am a rogue werewolf as the man said, but I also have something you don't. That being said, all I need is an object of his."

I walked up to the human man. I could see the fear. The sadness. The anger. None of it was pointed at anyone, but himself. I could understand that blame all too well. I blamed myself for losing the people I cared about. Someone cleared his throat. I looked up at Peter. He was calm now. His face was cold and cut off, but his eyes told me something different. I didn't have time to figure out what. I needed to focus on the missing child. I turned back to the human man.

"Sir," he turned to me, "I know you don't know me, but let me help you find your kin. In my home I was a warrior. Being a warrior I had to learn other skills like tracking. I can find your son. If you'll let me. I have something the wolves don't."

"What is it?" He looked doubtful.

"I have magic. I can cast a tracking spell on one of your sons items and find him," I looked at Derek, "I was able to find Peter with nothing but his claw that was embedded into the back of my neck. I believe I can find your son. Just give me a chance."

He looked unsure. I couldn't blame him.

"I am in complete control of myself. Even with this being my first full moon. I have an anchor. I won't wolf out for no reason. He's been missing for two days and the people who care for him most can't find him. I did this for a living. Give me a chance." The male human was torn.

We don't have time for this. He's been missing two days. The possibility of him being alive is slim to none.

I turned to Scott. He looked surprised. I held my hand out to him. I smiled.

"Give me the item you have, Scott. I know you have something of his. I can smell that it belongs to Stiles. Hand it over, Scott," he looked unsure, "I'm your best bet, Scott. There is a reason you can't find him. Let me find out why. You want your friend alive, right? Let me find him before it's too late."

He pulled out a red piece of cloth. I took it from Scott. I held it up to my nose. I wolfed out. I could smell his scent, but I could also see it. I looked at the human man.

"I have his scent. I need some of you to stay here with Stiles's father. The others I need you to start searching for places where Stiles could've been taken. I'll follow the scent I have of him." Peter stepped forward.

"Why are you going alone?" I frowned at him.

What is with this wolf?

"One, I don't know you all very well. Two, it's no coincidence that Stiles vanished after I arrived. Whatever is here it might be a new creature for anyone here in this little town. I know none of you know me, but if whatever kidnapped Stiles came after me none of you are ready to fight it. Lydia has a way to contact you if I hurt her or Stiles, correct?" The group looked at each other.

"So you're taking the Banshee?" I looked at Peter.

"As if I would take you. I'd take my chances with the Banshee rather than someone who was power hungry and betrayed their pack over and over again." Peter looked surprised.

I turned to Lydia, "I swear to you that I won't harm you. Will you trust me?"

Lydia tilted her head at me. She stepped closer to me. I bit the inside of my cheek.

"You haven't killed have you?" I froze on the spot.

How the hell did she know?

"No, I've tried not to. However I knew someday it would be necessary. Especially in my world. We have far different monsters to deal with then you do. So eventually I would've had to, yes." Lydia tilted her head again.

I was so confused. I had met a Banshee before, but never like this. They were always hideous creatures. So seeing one like this was weird.

"I trust her." I was surprised.

I smiled, "thank you, Lydia. I swear to you that I will help you all find Stiles."

I held his sweater in my hands. I cast discern location again. This time it was different. I could also see his scent. It was dull compared to the other scents I could now see.

"I have his scent," I turned in a circle slowly, stopping when his red cloth lit up, "he's in that direction. Everyone still needs to check anywhere else Stiles may have been taken. Lydia and I will follow where his red cloth is taking us."

"I'm coming with you," his father wouldn't take no for an answer, "that is wise. We have no clue what captured Stiles. So you must be ready to take Lydia and run. Do you understand, sir?"

He nodded. That was all he would give me. He didn't trust me. I understood. I left the house with Lydia, and the older man following behind me.

Please let him be alive. Let us find him before it's too late.