Wolves
The last thing he remembered before he woke up, where that he was fighting a witch in the forest.
" You attacked her, did you have a bad day or something? Was it because someone decided to steal your black cat?" Stiles grinned at the witch.
The witch had attacked a werewolf girl (or that what Stiles got from her aura) before she managed to escape and dissapeard into an other part of the forest. The witch growled. She had decided that the fight was over. Just before stiles was going to finish her off, a potion hit the floor and the witch was gone. The teens vision got blurry, he fell to the forest floor and groaned. Someone touch his arm. Stiles looked up. Bad decision because his head pounded, he tried to look up his savior who was leaning over him. Their face was blurry, but their aura shone brightly.
“Thanks, please don’t eat me” Stiles muttered as his eyes slipped shut.
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Isaac where running when he heard a shout. Erica came out from the trees with a terrefied look at her face.
"Isaac, I'm glad it's you. T- there is a boy over in the clearing, we got to help him. He is stupid enough to fight a witch on his own” the young werewolf. She gasped for air as she tries to steady her breathing.
The werewolfs ran torwards the sound, carefull with not giving away their scents in the wind. Erica and Issac saw the boy shouting at the witch.
" You attacked her, did you have a bad day or something? Was it because someone decided to steal your black cat?"
What where the boy trying to do?, get himself killed? Isaac could see the the witch's frown deepening form where he stod, hiding in a safe distance form the witch and the boy. Erica gasped as the witch trew a potion at the ground smirking evily. The stranger looked taken back and fell to the ground. Erica ran over to the boy.
“Thanks, please don’t eat me” Said the boy before blacking out.
"We have to take him to the pack house" Isaac gathered the boys limbs into his arms.
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Angry whispering woke Stiles up. How long had he been out? He decided he didn’t want to get murdered and pretended to still be asleep.
"We don't know if he is a threat, why the hell would you bring him here?" a male voice said.
"We couldn't just leave him there, could we? Sherrifs son found unconscious in the woods would be a terrible headline and if Chris found out, we would be dead" a female voice said in a bitter tone.
" I dont like this, his sent if kinda off " said an other male voice.
"He is awake you know that right?" said a deep voice.
Well busted. Stiles opened his eyes unsure. then immediately shut them again, groaning at the brightness of the room. The lanky teen sat up slowly and blinked to get used to the light.
"Who the hell are you?" said a deep rumbly voice.
Stiles looked over to where the voice came from, he was not shocked at what he saw. There stod the alpha in all its glory, a leather jacket and giving him the bitchiest bitch face he had ever seen.