Teen Wolf: Void Stiles

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I approached Sam for what must have been the hundredth time tonight, my voice laced with concern, "Seriously, are you okay?"

The frown on her face deepened, her fists clenched tightly around her helmet, and I knew instantly that this would be the last time I should ask.

"Stiles, go home," she growled, sliding the helmet onto her head and flicking the visor down with finality.

Without another word, she revved her bike and sped out of the school parking lot, completely ignoring the dust storm she kicked up and clearly not giving a damn about the campus speed limits.

The roar of her engine faded into the night as I stood there, feeling like I had just been run over.

I let out a sigh, watching her disappear into the distance before turning back to the dwindling crowd.

Whatever excitement or panic had surrounded the appearance of the mountain lion was quickly fading.

Students, teachers, and a handful of parents were slowly but surely dispersing, like a wave retreating back into the ocean after crashing against the shore.

The chaos was settling, and the campus was beginning to return to its usual quiet night routine.

Allison and her father were among the first to leave. I watched them go, the tension between them still palpable even from a distance.

Her father had shot me some kind of weird, indifferent look earlier, like I wasn't even worth the effort of staying angry at.

Not exactly the reaction you'd expect from a man who had just accused me of kidnapping his daughter.

No apology, no recognition. Just nothing.

How am I supposed to deal with that?

I shook my head, shoving the thought aside.

Following close behind were Scott's mom and, well, let's just say she didn't look too happy.

Scott's grades must have come up during that parent-teacher conference because she looked ready to ground him until the next century.

Someone was definitely getting the heat tonight. Knowing Scott, he'd probably try to play it cool, but I made a mental note to check on him later to see if he survived the lecture.

I glanced over at the group of forest rangers and deputies who were finishing up with the mountain lion's body, preparing to transport it. My dad was among them, busy overseeing the operation.

He was going to have his hands full with the paperwork for the rest of the night.

That meant I'd be on my own for the next few hours, but that wasn't unusual.

Climbing into my Jeep, I turned the key in the ignition and drove out of the school lot, my thoughts already racing.

The brief calmness after the chaos only gave my brain more room to overanalyze everything that had happened.

Tonight had been too close for comfort—too much like what I imagined it would be if the Alpha ever decided to make its move in broad daylight.

The panic, the confusion, the frenzy—it would all be ten times worse.

This was just a taste.

Derek had warned me that the Alpha was becoming more animalistic, more unstable, as time passed.

It wouldn't be long before it lost whatever was left of its human side.

The upcoming full moon was going to be crucial.

Either things were going to get better, or they were going to spiral out of control.

*Thud!*

The loud bang against the back of my Jeep jolted me out of my thoughts.

My foot instinctively slammed on the brake as I pulled over to the side of the road.

'What the hell was that?'

I glanced in the rearview mirror but couldn't make out anything in the darkness behind me.

My heart began to race as I cautiously stepped out of the Jeep, the night air thick with tension.

I squinted into the shadows of the trees lining the road, searching for any sign of movement.

There was nothing.

Not even a scratch on the back of the Jeep.

I knelt down, running my hand along the bumper, but everything seemed fine.

Maybe I had hit an animal or something?

*Grrrr...*

The low growl cut through the silence like a knife, and I froze in place. My eyes shot up, locking onto the darkness of the woods.

Slowly, I rose to my feet, my throat tightening as I forced myself to speak, "Derek?"

For a split second, I hoped it was him. Maybe he had decided to creep around like his usual broody self, popping out of the shadows to give me a heart attack.

But then, from the blackness between the trees, emerged a pair of glowing, blood-red eyes. Eyes that I had seen before—the same ones that started my nightmares and plunged me into responsibilities I never wanted.

The Alpha.

"Fuck," I whispered under my breath, instinctively taking a step back.

My brain screamed at me to run, but my legs were frozen in place for just a moment too long.

Before I knew it, I was sprinting through the trees, branches whipping at my face and arms as I dodged between the trunks.

The sound of crashing footsteps—heavy and relentless—grew closer behind me. My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of my feet slamming against the forest floor.

I knew it was right behind me. I could almost feel its breath on the back of my neck.

In an instant, the Alpha lunged, slamming its massive body into me and sending me sprawling to the ground.

I tried to resist but it was stronger.

I hit the dirt hard, pain shooting through my arms and legs as I scrambled to flip onto my back.

My pulse was a deafening roar in my ears as I looked up at the hulking figure towering over me.

The Alpha stood on all fours, its crimson eyes locking onto mine with a terrifying intensity.

It was close enough that I could make out every detail.

Its black, gnarled jaws, dripping with saliva. The sharp, jagged teeth bared in a snarl.

My eyes widened as it leaned down, bringing its face within inches of mine.

I could feel the heat of its breath as it hovered over me, the tension so thick it felt like it would suffocate me but I could also feel my arms beginning to fume.

'Is this it? Is this how I die?' I asked myself and everything seemed to go slow for a moment, I felt my hands getting hotter and hotter, I felt my eyes getting heavy and my world going black.

But then, something strange happened. The Alpha didn't attack. Instead, it pressed one of its enormous paws into the dirt beside my head and began to draw.

My breath hitched as I realized what it was doing—it was tracing a spiral into the ground.

It was a spiral.

'What the hell was it trying to tell me?'

Before I could make sense of it, the Alpha's head snapped up, its entire body going rigid. It growled low and deep, the sound reverberating through the ground beneath me.

Then I heard it too—the distinct sound of approaching footsteps. But these weren't human footsteps. They were faster, heavier.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them—three pairs of glowing eyes emerging from the trees.

Brown, predatory eyes that belonged to creatures just as large as the Alpha.

Their fur was thick and brown, like grizzlies, and they moved with the same predatory grace.

These were wolves. Big ones. A pack.

The Alpha growled again, its hackles raised, as it realized it was outnumbered. It let out a vicious roar, but the pack didn't back down.

They were here for a reason.

Without warning, the Alpha bolted, sprinting into the night with the pack hot on its heels.

The wolves barely spared me a second glance before chasing after their prey, their howls echoing through the forest as they disappeared into the darkness.

I lay there, panting, my heart still racing as I watched the last of the wolves vanish into the night.

The spiral the Alpha had drawn was still fresh in the dirt beside me, a chilling reminder of how close I had come to death.

"Derek," I muttered under my breath as I slowly got to my feet, my legs still shaky. "You've got some serious explaining to do."

But for now, I needed to get the hell out of here.