Chapter 1
A thundering roar tore through the morning. Silencing the woods.
The soft echo of a single name.
“Thomas”.
Stiles lay on the cool forest floor clothes damp form the morning dew, a raven nesting on his Stomach pecking at his black and white plaid shirt pulling it about covering over his thin t-shirt. Eyes calmly opening he slowly lifted his head looking at the raven unfazed by its presence.
Stiles: “Hey there buddy.”
The raven replied with a sharp kraa before taking off into the sky and disappearing between the trees.
With a deep sigh he pulled himself from the ground readjusting his body from the stiffness of the forest floor, His back cracking loudly sending a sudden twinge up his spine, something in his backpack must have been digging into him throughout his unconscious state. He reached for his phone in his back left pocket to check the time.
Stiles: “Huh it’s only 9am … and yep its still Monday.” Looking around the woods he decided to make his way back in the direction he had came from. “Hmm no signal.” Returning his phone to his pocket he continued on.
After about an hour of walking He could finely see the back of the high school, Classes were in session so naturally the halls would be empty. He remembered the spare clothes he kept in his locker ever since the incident in freshmen year when jackson and his friends had bombarded him and Scott with water balloons filled with Ketchup.
Stiles: "finely I can get out of these damp clothes."
The corridor was quiet apart from the occasional outburst from behind the classroom doors from teacher to student. He jogged over to his locker anxious to get into something a little less wet, only his locker wasn’t locked in fact it was empty. Stunned by the frantic ring of the bell He turned to see students were exiting the classrooms and filling the corridor around him, Looking around unsure of what to do he stopped still, something had caught his eye.
Stiles: “Allison.”
The gentle whisper barley escaped before he began forceful pushing his way through the sea of students towards the girl he believed to be dead.
Stiles: “Allison.”
He blurted out, Swinging his arms around her trapping her in a tight damp hug.
Stiles: “Holy crap I can’t believe its really you.” releasing her from the embrace he then rested his hands on her face. “Your here, Your alive, Your okay, Your…”
Allison: “Feeling uncomfortable.”
Stiles: “Right, right sorry Personal space i get it. I just I… I’m so glad to see you… Alive.” He smiled at her softly. “Scott does he…”
Before he could finish his sentence he found himself being heavily pounded against the opposing wall.
Stiles: “Ahh what the hell.” Looking down at his attacker. “Isaac what are you…”
Isaac: “Stay away from her.”
Isaac growled through bared teeth. Allison rushed over grabbing onto Isaac’s left arm before looking to his eyes and speaking.
Allison: “Isaac put him down… Isaac.”
Allison spoke loudly but not enough to create more of a scene, Isaac was still not letting go that was entail another hand placed itself firmly on his shoulder. Isaac turned his head to look at his alpha.
Stiles: “Scott.” He chocked out.
Scott: “Isaac put him down… now” Scotts voice was low and stern but strangest of all angry, It worked the beta returned him to the ground.
Scott: “What the hell was that about.”
Isaac: “He was harassing Allison, her hart was pounding, I could hear it from the other side of the school.”
Stiles: “Whoa there goldilocks i wasn’t harassing anybody, Scott I swear I wasn’t harassing…”
Scott: “Look I don’t care that you… Wait Allison do you evan know this guy?”
Malia: “Thats Thomas I'm pretty sure he's in our math class… so whats going on?”
Isaac: "Okay look Thomas why don't you go back to your own friends that is if you have any and stay away from us."
Stiles: "Wait what no, Scott it's me, you know me." He stood watching as his friends began to walk away from him before reaching out to his best friend. "Scott come on its me Stiles were practically brothers." He was just about able to get the last words out before being shoved to the ground, whacking his head hard against where the wall met the floor. Eyes watering looking up to his best friend. "Scott?" He barely managed to speak from the shock of what had happened.
Scott: "don't touch me." Scotts words came cold and harsh, Scott looked down at him like he was no one. " Were not friends okay, So just stay away from us. Got it."
He couldn't help but feel as though that last part was a warning, eyes twitching he couldn't understand what was happening. Leaning against the wall he unsteadily pushed him self up from the floor doing his best to steady his nerves and catch his footing. He stood still for a moment staring at the boy opposite him as he tried to evaluate the situation before taking a step forward. His head went heavy and his eyes hazed over it was as if he had been suddenly hit by a great force, Unable to breath and overwhelmed by a thousand memories crashing into his skull all at once. Tightly he grabbed the sides of his head covering his ears, eyes closed tight as the pressure filled him, Then nothing. The air went cold and he now found himself once more on the ground, His surroundings fading into distant blurs before his eyes closed and everything went dark.