Chapter 4
For the past week at the stilinski household Stiles had walked around seemingly in his own mind. His shoulders was tense and John started to worry.
" Stiles?"
A hand clapped over the teens shoulder and stiles turned around nearly gave himself a whiplash. Nearly punching his dad in the progress, but the sheriff caught him before he could do it.
" I was going to ask if you where okey, but that kind of answered it, so spill kiddo"
John waited patently for his son to tell him what was on his mind. Stiles sighed and scratched the back of his neck. A gesture showing he was nervous.
" I don't want to tell the pack, but I smelled something in the forest a few days ago. It's an alpha and not one we're familiar with"
"You don't have to tell them anything before you're ready." The sheriff smiled and hugged the small teenager.
" I'll come up with something, say I saw something in the forest, something to give them a clue to that there is a alpha on their territory"
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Stiles wandered around in the pack house, humming while he cleaned up after the wolves. The others went out for dinner so he was all alone right now. The house seemed so empty when opiothe wolves weren't there, so quiet.
Stiles let himself relax when he finished, but he couldn't quite still.
When he were younger his mother and him would change into any form they wanted and run around playing tag. Happy memories. The longer he thought about it he felt him getting more restless. Fine. He thought, I'll go for a run. Little did he know that was a bad decision.