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Kira and Stiles stayed outside working on Stiles' control. They noticed that Malia and Scott rush inside in the midst of it. Stiles left a small growl out his throat when he saw from the corner of his eye Malia grabbing onto Scott's arm. The fire he let ignite in his palms grew bigger as he felt jealousy flow through him. 

He is! Stiles is your mate!  Stiles heard Malia say to Scott. The fire grew more travelling up his arms.

"Uh Stiles?" Kira said in front of him. Stiles didn't pay any attention to her hence he was trying to hear their conversation 'cause he still hasn't gotten the hearing down right.

If it... turns out... you're mates, I will jump of... cliff!

Stiles' whole figure was engulfed in his flames. He was angered and saddened at the words spoken. Why wouldn't Malia not want them to be mates? Did she have something against them? Stiles was pulled out of his daze by Kira shaking his shoulders shouting his name in his face. The flames died and he came back to reality.

"You scared me there. Are you okay?" Kira asked with worry.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay. Uh... I'll b-be right back," His voice was shaky and tears stung his eyes. He put his head down to hide is eyes that brimmed with tears and turned around into the house. He stops at the kitchen seeing Scott and Malia standing there. Scott turns to Stiles furrowing his eyebrows seeing the tears fall down his face.

"Stiles, what's wrong?" Malia says from behind Scott. Stiles growls at her giving her a death glare and runs up stairs to his room.

"Stiles, wait!" Scott calls after him. Stiles slams his door shut and locks it. He presses his back against the door and slides to the floor bring his knees to his chest as he quietly sobs. 

"Stiles, what's wrong, babe?" Scott speaks softly leaning on the door. It hurts him when Stiles hurts like this. He feels like he's been stabbed repeatedly and won't heal, so he's just left to bleed. Stiles doesn't speak for some moments as he still sobbing. Scott slides down to the floor, level with Stiles on the other side. Malia creeps up and stops to sit at the last stair quietly listening.

"Why?" Stiles whispered softly but is still heard.

"Why, what?"

"Why doesn't Malia want me to be you're mate? Isn't she happy for us? Why would it make her  want to die? Did I do something wrong?" his voice shaking and cracking as he spoke through tears. Scott furrowed his eyebrows and looked to Malia. That's not what they were talking about. 

"What did you hear her say?"

"It was muffled but  I heard 'If it turns out your mates, I'm gonna die'," Its hurt even more to say it out loud.

"You're hearing's not perfect. But that's not what she said. We had the water running so no one could hear what we were saying. That's all wrong,"  Scott explained. Stiles' cries quietened and he became confused. 

"What?" Malia stood and walked to the door. Scott stood, moving out of the way for her standing.

"Stiles? It's me Malia. Can I come in so we can talk?" There was no movement, the only sound was the wall clock ticking in the kitchen. Stiles debated with whether he should let her in and talk to her. He kind of didn't want to talk to her. Stiles felt slight anger towards his so called friend. He wanted to punch something, set a flame to something, anything, everything! But he knew that wouldn't solve anything. It'd only make things worst.

"Stiles please," the werecoyote pleaded. Scott stood behind Malia chewing on his bottom lip nervously. It's was so quiet. Nervous tension in the air and growing thicker by the second. It felt like hours before the wooden door creaked open and Scott was able to breath again. Malia looked back to Scott telling him she go alone. Scott nodded once to the girl and walked down the stairs.

Malia slowly walked in room, an instant wave of heat hitting her, making her skin itch and wince at the pain. Stiles sat on his bed, head down refusing to meet eyes with her.

"Stiles?" He made no movement. "Stiles, please talk to me,"

"Why don't you want me and Scott together? Do you have something against us or something? Why?!" He voiced the more he talked the more heat radiating off his skin burning some holes in his clothes, eyes glowing a bright orange. Malia was frightened at the sight of her friend. Stiles saw the fright all over her but he couldn't find it in himself to back down. Malia slowly inched away from the heat.

"S-stiles, please calm down," she rested her hand on his shoulder, despite the burning pain on her hand. Stiles looked down at her hand slightly twitching on his shoulder. He saw the lengths she was willing to go to help him as much as she can. Just the though of his caring friend calmed him. His heat died down as he took a deep breath.

"What ever you heard, was taken out of context. It's not what I actually said. You must've missed some of it," she began to explain.

"Then what did you actually say?" Malia pressed her lips in a thin line and sighed. "Who won't you tell me?"

"It's not for me to tell. That is something that Scott has to tell you. I'd be the worst person ever if I told you," Stiles just stared at her trying to find a change in her expression, his jaw clenched tightly.

"You have to trust and believe me on this. Please," Stiles broke his stare with her looking to the floor, silent tears dropping to the floor.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Malia pulled the fox to her in a hug letting him cry on her shoulders. He buried his face on the crook of her neck letting the last of his silent tears fall. He pulled away with a sniffle as he wiped his tears. Malia looked to the ground in thought then looked back up to Stiles.

"You should change your clothes," she suggested.

"I don't mind a few holes in my clothes," he chuckled.

"That and if you walk downstairs and Scott smells me on you, you won't have a very happy alpha," with that said there was a growl heard and they both knew it was Scott. They chuckled then Malia left Stiles to change. Malia walked down the stairs to the kitchen were Scott and now Kira were.

"That went well?" He asked her. Malia showed him the palm of her burned hand that's still slowly healing.

"Yeah, it did. That's is fine though, it's still healing," She walked past him to the freezer taking out an ice pack and pressing it to her hand. "It burns a little but it's bearable," The three stood around waiting for Stiles to come downstairs and Malia to tell them what she needed to. Once Stiles came bouncing down the stairs, Scott's wolf yipped in excitement and happiness at his boyfriends happier mood.

"Okay great! Let's go!" Malia squealed grabbing Kira and the two jogging out the door. Stiles and Scott chuckled walked out after them. The three questioned multiple times where they were going and Malia kept responding with 'we'll get there when we get there'.

Soon they drove through the preserve stopping in an open clearing. Stiles instantly recognized the area. His mom used to take him there when he was younger. They would stay out there for hours even after dark. Stiles used to run his little legs through the grass chasing after a flying insect, while his mother watched from a bench smiling widely at her child's laughter. Stiles feels a pang in his chest as all the great memories hit him. He smiles but it quickly turns into a frown, wishing he can go back to the good days. Before she was sick. Scott notices the sadden look in his face. He reached out and entwined his fingers with Stiles.

"Stiles you okay?" He asks as they walk.

"Uh y-yeah. I guess," he mumbles the last part. Scott wasn't convinced at all. Stiles wasn't even convincing himself when the said he words.

"Stiles I know your lying. Tell me what's really wrong. Please?" Stiles sighed and kissed Scott's forehead.

"This place. I've been here before. My M-Mom used to take me here when I was younger. We'd stay out here for hours," his voice crack through some words spoken. Scott's wolf saddened for him. Sadness waved over Stiles and Scott wanted it gone. Now. Though he didn't know what to say so he just peppered the boys face is soft sweet kisses. Stiles smiled at Scott, thumb running over the back of his hand. 

"Enough sappy stuff! Let's go get in the lake!" Stiles exclaimed dragging Scott behind him to the body of water. They stood at the end hand in hand watching the water sparkle from the bright sun above. Stiles rested his head on Scott's shoulder, taking in a deep breath of the nature around them mixed with Scott's scent completely intoxicating Stiles senses. As Stiles began to flutter his eyes close, he was suddenly pushed into he water. When he got to the surface he spotted a laughing Scott and Malia.

"Oh, you think this is funny huh?!" He yelled at them pushing his wet hair back. He grabbed Scott by his legs dragging him in the lake as well. After Scott the rest jumped in after.

Laughing and giggling as they splashed each other with the salty lake water. Stiles was able to escape the fight and out of the water. He sat in the grass trying to catch his breath from being dunked under water so many times.

As he sat there a strong scent engulfed him. It was intriguing. Intoxicating. His eyes flashed their orange and he snapped his head in the direction of the smell getting up and walking through the trees to were it was. His brain told his to stay in the clearing  with his friends but his body said to keep going.

Surprisingly none of the others noticed him walking away. The smell hit him again but in a stronger wave and he ran toward it. It got stronger the more steps he took, pushing him faster. Stiles stopped a few hundred feet away from a deer, where the scent was.

Stiles licked his lips and barring fangs hungrily as he stared at the deer from afar. He crept towards it slowly, low growls irrupting in his chest. When he got close enough, he attacked it. Fangs digging in the flesh of its neck. The deer dead, limp on the ground as Stiles devoured it. In the middle of ravishing, a soft voice called out for Stiles in a whisper.

"Stiles...Stiles," the voice called out. Stiles snapped his head up instantly recognizing the voice.

"Mom?" He said in disbelief.

"Stiles. Help me," she pleaded. Stiles stood looking around him for the voice, blood dropping from his chin.

"Mom. Where are you?" He knew it wasn't real but he tries anyways.

"Save me, Stiles,"  he looked far into the woods and saw a head of hair disappears behind a tree. He ran for her, trying to reach for her but he couldn't find her. Two freezing cold hands pressed on his temples, everything shook in his vision.  He felt like his brain vessels were popping over and over again. Stiles fell to his knees clutching his head, the cold hands still wrapped around his head. He heard someone humming from behind him. A hand swooped four fingers over his neck freezing him instantly. The hands let go of his head and he fell to the dirt ground shivering in cold. His body was freezing and he couldn't warm himself. Like his body completely shut down. The last thing he saw were a pair of bare feet walking away before he blacked out.

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"Where's Stiles?" Scott said worrisome as he looked around for the fox, but wasn't in sight. "Guys, Stiles is gone! We have to find him!" The three friends rushed out of the lake and ran in different directions to find him.

Scott ran through he woods tears blurring his vision but were blown away by the wind passing his face. Scott called for him as he ran. His lungs burned in his chest but he refused to stop until he found Stiles. The strong stench of blood filled his nostrils making him stop. He ran to it hoping it wasn't Stiles' blood. Thankfully it wasn't, it was just deer. But Scott also smelled Stiles near the dear. Had Stiles eaten this deer? Scott though to himself. Scott followed Stiles scent further into the woods calling for him more. That's when he found the limp body on the ground.

"Stiles?!" Scott shouted running for the boy. Stiles was barely breathing, his heartbeat was too low. He notices black ink on the side of his neck. It was a symbol. Somebody did this to him. This infuriated Scott. He cradled Stiles head in his lap holding his hand trying to take his pain but there was not to take. Scott roared. It was loud and deep.  Scarring off the bird in the trees, the ground around them shaking and some trees fell to the ground with a loud thud. Scott cried over Stiles whispering  sweet nothing's to his unconscious state pushing his short hair off his forehead. Minutes later Malia and Kira came runnign towards them, panting. They froze and tears stung their eyes as they saw Stiles.

"Stiles," Malia whispered cover her mouth over her hand to keep from sobs.

"I-Is he..." Kira trailed off not wanting to continue with the thought.

"No. Thankfully," Scott said with a sniffle. They released a breath they hadn't realized they were holding in. Malia rested a comforting hand on Scott's shoulder

"Come on. Let's get him home," Malia said. Scott pick Stiles up bridal Stiles and carried him out the woods. All the sadness Scott felt turned into anger. He's never felt so raged in his life. Scott is never one to kill, but this, he wanted nothing more than to squeeze the life out of who ever did this to his love. Never will he let anyone lay a hand on Stiles. Ever.

They drove in a scared silence. Malia driving with Kira in the passenger, and Scott in the back and Stiles head in his lap. The gently sound if Stiles breathing keeping them slightly sane. Slightly.

It's a little shorter but oh🐳. What happened to Stiles?! How do you think Scott is handling this? How will Noah react? Who did this to him? What do you think the symbol is? You'll find out in the next chapter! The symbol in the picture is the same symbol on Stiles' neck (If it even comes up)

~Kai~

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