Run
Stiles broke out of his little trance as the alpha finally spoke up. The alphas voice did not send shivers down his spine, that he would take with him to his grave.
" nice to meet you but I'll be going now" Stiles said nervous. As he was about to leave his legs got tangled in the bedsheets and with great grace fell on his ass out of the bed. "Ouch" He swear he heard someone snicker.
"Well, see you later,or never. I think never sounds good" stiles rambled on and darted toward the door. Just as he reached the door, a tall, well built man blocked of his only escape.
"I don't think so" the man said with a satisfied look on his face. Stiles didn't have time to think before he gripped the strangers shoulders, used whatever boost he got form that and jumped over him with grace. As soon as he was out that door he started running like hell.
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Isaac's jaw dropped as he saw the boy, that lanky uncoordinated boy, jump right over Boyd. Boyd, the tallest out of the werewolves. How the fuck did manage to do that?
Erica's voice cut trough the silence
"Guess we have to follow him now" before she had said that the pack was already running down the stairs, following Stiles's scent.
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Stiles ran. He ran so fast that trees blurred and he felt tears in his stringing eyes. He was there, he could help him.
When he saw it he wanted to whoop in joy, the animal clinic, right there. Stiles had to hurry he could hear the wolfs not far behind.
"Deaton! Help me!"
Stiles yelled as he ran into the clinic. Stiles stared at the vet.
"Okey so just hear me out, there was this witch and she knocked me out, very rude I may add. Then this frigging angel saved me. He turned out he's a werewolf and now his alpha is pissed. He assumes I'm a treat and I bolted, I mean hello, werewolves, who wouldn't freak out if their alpha is staring you down like that? Especially when giving you the eyebrows of doom. Now the whole fucking pack is after me, please help" Stiles said in a quick breath.
" Don't worry, the Hale pack can't step over the mountain ash in my office, I will talk to them, you can wait in there" Deaton said perfectly clam as always.
Stiles slid around in the office chair when he heard the door to the clinic open. He looked trough the glass window in the door and saw the whole friggin pack. Fuck.
Stiles ducked down just as one of the wolves looked his way with glowing golden eyes.
An hour or so passed and Stiles was bored out of his mind. He didn't have his phone cause it died and he was now mindlessly humming pop songs.
"Stiles you can come out now" Sounded Deaton's voice on the other side of the door. Stiles got up from his seat and opened the door. Here goes nothing.