I wake up and it's dark out. Everything is a blur and my head is pounding. I try and stand but my body rejects the movement as it screams in pain. I yelp at the sudden aches in my body, the weariness in my bones. I feel sluggish . What happened? I shut my eyes tight as I slowly get up, gripping onto the doorknob. Once standing up on both feet, I mentally cheer myself but only for me to start crying as my legs buckle and I fall onto the floor, hitting my elbow against the doorknob .

C'mon Stiles..get up..

"Wh-who's there?! Come out and show yourself!"

Stiles..I'm in your head..

"What?!" I screech at the answer. This was not the reply I expected! Nonononono, this cant be happening! I think as I grip at my chest and start panicking.

Stiles you fool! We made a deal remember? I get to stay in your head and help you through your powers as long as I stay in your head and don't do anything.

Oh, that's right. Everything that happened before I blacked out comes rushing back to me and it hits me like a train. I fall back a little but otherwise I'm still steady, I think.  I try my second attempt at getting up but I only manage to open to door before falling on my ass again. Damm these noodle like legs.

Oh my god, this is taking too long. Stiles, imagine a fox in your head and just focus on every little detail in that fox. Do that for about 20 seconds.

"What? Why? Can't I imagine something else? Maybe something cool like a unicorn or a dragon!"

JUST DO IT STILES. We're never going to get out of this office at this rate, so just do what I told you to do, capiche?

"Fine fine, you sourdough. Just shut up for a moment and let me concentrate. It may take longer than 20 seconds though, since I forgot to take my Adderral today.." with that sentence and the following silence, I try as hard as I can to imagine a fox. I imagine a 'normal' fox, it's fur sunset orange with wild streaks of neon red . The colour reaches the tail where it ends at the base and from there the colours blend to make a volcanic ash grey tail with black colouring the tip. I grin as I make the eyes mismatch with one  forest green and one ocean blue. I start to chuckle as I imagine the fox running on two legs wearing a suit and tie with a top hat, doing something funny. I'm slapped out of my daydreams , quite literally, and a raspy whisper enters my head.

Stiles, I said imagine a fox. Not whatever the hell this is! Foxes are supposed to be able to quickly blend in and camouflage with their surroundings. This is just a homing beacon for predators.

"What the heck are you talking about? What's wrong no-" I let the sentence trail off as I stare at my hands, or paws, whatever they are. The hell?! Why am I a fox?!

I made you turn into a fox so that we can get outta here. Now let's go. By the way, whatever you say will only come out in animal noises as nobody else can understand you besides me.

"That's..cool I guess? But since you're the expert, show me the way home or wherever we're going. I don't really want to go home. We can just stay like this for a while longer can't we —"

SHUT UP. Now, stop you're rambling and start running. I'll control your instinct in the meantime as I lead you to where we're going.

I grin at the angry voice in my head. Hehe. Heheh. Oh, Void, this is only the beginning of my endless rambling life..I cackle in my head and I can practically feel his fear and regret. My grin spreads into a smirk, or whatever foxes do when they smile, and I let out a laugh. It comes out as a 'Yip!' though but it's better than nothing.

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It's been 3 hours and I'm still running. I've been running for 3 hours straight and ,surprisingly, I don't feel tired. Not even a little bit exhausted. Ok, maybe that's a lie. I feel like I'm going to die! I let out a low whine and I can feel Void rolling his eyes at me.

Just a bit more Stiles..then you can rest..

"Ugh! I wanna rest now, please?" I stop running, walking to the nearest tree and laying underneath it, and whimper. If this doesn't pull at the bandages of Void, then I don't know what will.

Ugh, fine Stiles. You can rest for a bit but if a wolf happens to be on patrol, I'm not going to defend you.

I snort at the raspy voice of the fox in my head,"Puh-lease, I'm great at defending myself! I have the greatest thing to protect me at all costs!"

Oh? And what's that? Your sarcasm?

"Exactly! Sarcasm is my greatest defense! I can , and will, put down anyone who tries to kill me."

Great! Look, here comes a few wolves.. Let's see if you're as sarcastic as a human as a fox. Oh, and remember: foxes are tricksters..

What?! Wolves? Already? It's only my first day as a fox! How fortunate am I? I snort as I take in the scents surrounding me. I smell primarily all the scents of different plants before a bunch of unknowns attack my nose. Along with scents of a familiar pack. Ooh, a pack fight! Let's see how the Hale pack is holding up without me.. I get up slowly and quickly start walking to where everyone is gathering, careful not to step on anything that'll give me away, rolling in some mud along the way to cover my scent.  My once clean and crazy fur is now dirty with the crazy colours becoming dull because of the mud. Perfect! I grin at my 'disguise' and trot quietly to a nearby bush on the outskirts of a clearing where there are two packs standing opposite each other. One on the verge of wolfing out and the other already wolfed out with a huge were-monster or something. Looks like the love child of a demon and a werewolf. I shudder at the possibility of that happening and shake out the thoughts.

God, Stiles! Focus on them, ok? Stop being such a ninny..

"How fucking dare you call me a ninny?!" I exclaim with a low growl. "Mind you, I can easily kick you out of my head and we both know now that you'd never survive that.." I hiss and the fox gets restless before finally settling down. I huff at him and turn my attention back to the packs. Well, shit! How long have I been distracted? They're already fighting! My eyes widen and I can't help but feel the urge to run in. Guess those pack instincts are still intact.. I huff before running out and straight for the core of this growing tornado. I can't believe I'm doing this. I think as I jump onto a guy with a cane. He stops scratching at Scott and immediately tries to get me off. He shakes and let's out warning growls before trying to claw at me. 

I climb onto his head and clamp down onto his head before using my paws to claw at him. He howls with pain and his , I'm just guessing here that he's an alpha, pack comes running to him, snarling at me.  I let go of the guy with the cane and take off. I hear them running and panting after me as I run in circles around the clearing, avoiding the pack as they try their best to recover. Hopefully they got the message to run while they still can. I pant as I turn around and run straight for the unknown pack before dodging their claws and sliding underneath the giant-hybrid-thingy creature. I let out a laugh as they stumble and clash against each other and that seems to irritate them as their eyes flash at me and I show them my foxy smile. At least I think it's a smile. I don't really know. Anyway, when their eyes flashed, their eyes were all red.

It's seems they're all Alphas..interesting, I wonder who the main alpha is..

I couldn't help but agree with Void as he tells me theories about whom the Main Alpha( AKA: Main Hoe) is while I try not to die. The thought of a pack of alphas trying to kill me doesn't really affect me as I attack them while dodging their advances. And, honestly – that scares me a little. The old me would've been terrified and wouldn't have lasted as long as I have right now. This just goes to show that I'm not the same person anymore . I growl as I slash at the Alpha with the long nails and bite at the arms of the guy next to her. He howls in pain and tries to shake me off. I grin as I release my grip on him and I go flying to the giant hybrid Alpha. I land on his face and scratch at him and stab his eyes and mouth with my claws. He grabs me and throws me across the clearing. I land with a thud against a tree and I groan at the stinging feeling spreading throughout my whole body. I open my eyes and everything is a little blurry but I am still operational. Maybe a little loose but just sturdy enough to make a run for home.

I blink the blurriness from my eyes and get up, wobbling slightly even on all fours. I look up and see that the pack of alphas is charging straight for me. I growl and I can feel my fur standing up as my fight or flight instincts kick in. If I run now, I risk leading them to home and then dad will become a target again.. anger starts to blind me at the thought of dad becoming a target again as I start dashing for the safety of the woods.

Or..you could just out manoeuvre them and we can just camp out at someplace abandoned so that we don't endanger anybody else. Besides us.

Void chimes in as I dodge a flying log thrown at me and I for once agree with whatever he has planned. It still endangers me and I could still die but it doesn't endanger anyone else, and that's a risk I'm willing to take. No more , I hiss out as something is lodged into my rear leg. It burns into my entire leg and I can feel my muscles tensing,ready to buckle any moment now. I risk a peek and just see that it's a jagged stone but what has me seriously worried is that it's lodged quite deep in there. Oh god, I won't be able to get this out by myself! I'm gonna have to get help from..them . I shudder at the mere thought of asking for help from an old pack but I'm gonna have to do it soon after I lose these dogs or else I risk an infection. And also possibly die.

Hurry up and get this done and over with Stiles.

Well, it'd helped a lot if you could use your powers or something!

Stiles, I'll teach you stuff if we survive, just focus on running..

Oh yeah, like I'm not focused on running for my life. Y'know, cause I'm busy daydreaming about school stuff. Totally not focused on the fact that there are a pack of alphas trying to kill me. I'm so much more concerned with the fact of how much I've missed classes. Oh, the wasted knowledge!

I don't have time for your crap Stiles, just run. Just lose these damm losers, get over your fucking pride, and then ask for help from the Hale pack. Now is that so much for me to ask of you?

YES! And you knew it was when you considered for us to get rid of the alphas.

Void doesn't retort back and I snort at him. Fine, give me the cold shoulder! I don't care.. I huff as I start running faster around trees. My breathing is getting heavier and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I risk a peek again behind me and there are no alphas chasing me. How long have I been running for? I shake my head and whimper at the throbbing in my leg, the pain intensifying and I let loose a cry when I notice there's blood leaking out from around the stone. How did I not notice the blood practically oozing out of my leg? Oh my god, does my blood have a scent?! Have they just been stalking me but disguised it as though they've left?!

My breathing escalates and the pounding in my head comes back with a vengeance as I think of all the possibilities of how I could be ambushed right here and now.

Stiles, relax. Your leg didn't start bleeding until a few clicks back and by that time, you already lost them. There are no alphas stalking you, trust me. I've been watching our backs.

So you just let me run? While wounded? Potentially risking me bleeding to death? With no predators chasing us?

Yes?

You better hope whatever lessons you're going to teach me better be worth my time or I'm killing you. That is a promise, and I'm a man of my word.

Sorry,ok? But look on the bright side! We're here.

Sorry—what? We're where–oh. The loft.

I sigh as I lean on a tree just outside of the entrance to the loft. I sit there alternating between staring my bleeding leg and the entrance. C'mon Stiles, get over it and done with.. I growl at myself when I hesitate taking a step. Wait..I can't go in there like this! Void,how do I change back to my handsome self?! I mentally yell for the demon in my head and I can feel his annoyance oozing in my brain.

It's just like the process of turning into a fox. Just think of yourself as a human. With time, it'll become second nature to do it naturally.

Oh, cool. Thanks dude.

I close my eyes and imagine myself back as my lanky self and when I open my eyes I look down and I'm–WHY AM I NAKED?! Um,forgot to include that part. Since you're a newbie, you'll still have trouble getting your clothing back but with practice, you'll soon learn how to transform back with clothes on.. Void chuckles and I'm pretty sure he left out that part on purpose. I roll my eyes and start limping my way to the loft. I enter the lift and wait, the cool night air making my hair stand. I don't understand..how is there a breeze in a freaking lift?! It doesn't make sense! I start to think of theories when the lift dings, alerting me and others of my arrival, and when it comes to a jerking stop, I stumble back onto my left leg. The leg currently still bleeding with a jagged rock stuck in my muscle tissue so deep that my leg is locking up. I whimper and stumble out of the lift.

"Who's there?!"

"Malia..please.."

"Stiles?! What the hell happened to you!" Malia come rushing towards me from somewhere in the loft and  supports my side as my legs start to buckle, all the running and pain in my left leg catching up to me. "Malia! Whose at the entrance? Is it the pizza delive-Stiles! Why are you naked?" Lydia gasps when she sees the state I'm in. She comes to my other side and both girls practically carry me to the couches. I'm panting by now, the pain too intense for me to even out my breathing.They sit me down and quickly get the others. Malia getting a first air kit and Lydia with a blanket, they quickly work on my leg as the others thunder downstairs. Lydia places the blanket on my freezing body and Malia immediately true to take away the pain while Lydia cleans my wounds. "Ah-ah! Lyds! It stings.." I hiss at her and attempt to jerk my leg away when a clawed hand pushes down on my knee, keeping my leg in place. I follow the arm and am surprised it's Jackson holding my leg down. Usually he'd be happy I'm in pain but right now? He's looking really mad. Like seriously, his whole face is turning red.

"Who did this?" Jackson growls lowly, his eyes flashing golden. "I don't know Jax. All I know is that I was going for a walk when I got ambushed by—hey! Hey! That hurts , Jax let go! Ugh.." I grunt out in pain when Jackson starts pressing down harder, his claws starting to put pressure on my skin. I close my eyes and the pain from my knee distracts me from my bleeding leg.

"Stiles stay still! I'm trying to patch you up!"

"You try not moving when someone is busy digging into your muscle tissue without pain killers or whatever drugs that take away the pain!"

"Stiles Mieczyslaw Stilinski! Will you just shut the fuck up and let us help you?!"

"No! In case you don't remember, I'm the one who got kicked out of the pack; so if anything, I have every right to do whatever the hell I want! So shut up Allison. I thought we were buds but when I came to ask you guys to clear things up, none of you spoke to me! Y'all avoided me like the plague! So,no! You don't get to fucking tell me what to do, so shut it Argent!"oh boy, was I fucking pissed at these people. They had the audacity to tell me what to do after what they put me through? Bastards.. I scoff at them but it immediately turns into a wince when Lydia pulls out the jagged rock or stone or whatever the hell it is. At this point, I don't care anymore. I just wanna sleep. I throw my head back as Lydia starts doing whatever she's doing to my leg and I close my eyes. The pain is so intense that I'm starting to go numb. I can't feel anything right now, am I supposed to worried about that? Probably. Fuck it, time for a nap. I let out a groan when Lydia lets a finger slip and it goes into the open wound. The stinging is starting to bring back some sensations and I open my eyes. Everyone is blurry and my ears are ringing . I can hear them talking but it's all muffled, like there's water in my ears. I shake my head  to help clear my vision but now the whole loft is swaying. What the fuck?

"Why is everything swaying?" I slur out as I reach a hand out to touch someone. My fingers graze a face and I can feel their body shaking, water covering my fingers. I blink, and blink again until my vision clears and narrow my eyes at the crying person in front of me.

"Issac?"

I get a nod and whimper in reply, his quiet sobbing becoming louder. I sigh as I pull him to me and he immediately goes for my neck, nestling his face against the crook of my neck. "Hey buddy..why're you upset?" My words are slurred together but I think he gets the message.

"You're wounded.." Issac sniffles. I just pat his head and smooth down his curls.

"I'm alright..see? I'm still..a-alive? Is tha t-the word? I can't think, I'm so sleepy." I chuckle and start soothing patterns on his back.

"I've been running for god knows how long! Y'know, I think I swallowed a bug while running.." I laugh and I can feel him smile against my neck. I shift but stop when I don't feel anything in my left leg. The pain doesn't shoot up my bones and there's no throbbing. What? I shake it a little but there's no pain! "Am I dying? I can't feel the pain anymore..." I whisper and I hear a watery chuckle coming from my right. I look over and see Scott crying as he laughs. "Scotty? I didn't think we'd be dead so early..! Wait, am I hallucinating things again?"

"No Stiles, I helped take your pain away. Peter, Derek, Jackson, Malia , Boyd and Erica helped too. There was just soo much pain that I'm surprised you're still conscious.." he runs a hand down his face. He looks absolutely miserable . "Aww, I'm sorry Scotty. I'm pretty sure I'm dead— right? No? Oh, well since I'm not dead, can I get some clothes or something so I can hibernate? It's freezing in here!"

Peter volunteers to go get the clothes while everyone waits here with me. I look around groggily and grunt when I see a spider crawling. Spider-Man? I raise my eyebrows and start to hum the theme song to Spider-Man as I watch it crawl across the wall. Somehow, during my exciting time with Spider-Man, I fall asleep.

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"Stiles?! Hey Stiles! Wake up! Nonono, please don't die!"

"Issac what's wrong?! What happened" Demands Derek as he come barging through the pack. Isaac is hysterical as he cries overs Stiles naked-blanket covered body. Derek grabs him by the shoulders and stares into his eyes, his own flashing. "What happened?"

"He was just humming a song when he suddenly stopped and became quite!"

Derek checked Stiles pulse and when he felt a steady heartbeat along with steady breathing pattern, he let out a sigh of relief. "He's just sleeping Issac ,though if you keep wailing like that, he just might wake up." Derek gave him a small smile to reassure his beta that everything would be alright. Isaac just nodded at his Alphas' words and repeated it like a mantra that everything would be just fine. Derek gave him a firm squeeze on the shoulder and he stepped away from his beta to get a better look at his–his– what was Stiles to him? Was he just pack? Was he more than pack? Derek couldn't help but let the questions overtake his brain as he struggled to remember what his relationship with the human was. As the seconds passed, Derek started to slowly drown in the turmoil that is called his brain. Peter coming down The stairs pulled him back to reality. "Here, I took whatever was the smallest size in my closet. Hopefully it fits.." Peter trailed off and he looked too old for his age. This is the first time Derek has seen his uncle look so...matured. As though he's seen too much in too little time. He sighed and quickly started dressing his— his human. Yeah, nothing more than a human. That's it.. Derek nodded to himself as he pulled up the boys' pants, careful of his injuries. He stood back and for some reason, he felt content at just seeing Stiles in a pack members' clothes.  He sighed, what was happening to him? He's never felt this..feeling in a long time. He just shook his head and went to sit in his armchair, gazing out the window. The dark night sky, calming him down.

Scott on the other hand, was regretting ever ditching his best friend behind.  He was hysterical as he cried in the kitchen. Bawling his eyes out as he started to pound at the marble counter top. The marble cracking as he flashed back to all the times that he's ever been in trouble that Stiles was the only constant in all those memories, helping him through anything – no matter how important or how big the problem was. He always stuck by his side. No matter what. Even when he made out with Lydia in Coaches office during the full moon. He cried harder as he remembered his buddies miserable-tear streaked face when he found out. When Stiles woke up, he was going to try and make it all better, to try and salvage whatever remaining friendship with his best friend since diapers.

Jackson ran a hand through his hair as he studied Stiles from the opposite site of the loft. He looked at his sleeping face. He looked so..peaceful that it was scary. He was just attacked and he could've died! He came limping in here , blood pouring out of his leg like a geyser. He was surprised, he lost a lot of blood and yet somehow he's still alive.

Jackson teared up at the thought of Stiles hurting. Just when he was finally making progress to become a better friend, he loses that chance as quickly as it came. He grunts out in frustration as he remembers Stiles beaming face, directed solely at him when he offered to get him a lifetime of massages. He remembered how the moles on his face mixed with what little freckles he had dance with the sunlight– giving him a makeshift halo around his face. He smiles.

God, how he wished he had spent more time with him and that maybe- hopefully- his relationship with Stiles could've become something more. Something loving.. Jackson's eyes snapped open. What the hell was he thinking?! Wanting a loving relationship..with Stiles? Calm down, this could mean anything, his heartbeat quickened as he thought of a relationship with Stiles, that means also a loving platonic relationship.. and just like that his whole mood was killed. Did he ever want a platonic relationship with him? Jackson mulled over his thoughts and how he remembered Stiles looking delectable in some memories, even with his buzz cut . He smiled and shook his head, No, I don't want a platonic relationship with Stiles. I'll fight fangs and claws for the guy; even if it means going against pack.