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So, this was how Stiles Stilinski was going to die.
Stiles turned that thought miserably over in his mind, as he ran hell for leather through the dark preserve.
In his lifetime, he had survived; a vengeful alpha, a murderous kanima, a crazy fanatical nut job of an old man, the Alpha Pack, the fucking nogitsune for gods sake and not to mention, numerous possible alcohol poising incidents during his college years, only to finally meet his maker during a routing patrol stop.
Fate really did have a sick sense of humour.
Well actually, when he thought about it, maybe it hadn’t really been so routine after all. Which had become painfully evident, once the man in the car had taken one deep whiff of Stiles and had quite literally growled loudly from the driver’s seat.
Instinctively, Stiles had moved immediately to grab the wolfbane spray from his front jacket pocket, only to have it unceremoniously knocked out of his hand, as the wolf had viscously swung open his door and lunged at him. The wolf had then very effectively, moved with supernatural speed to block Stiles’ only route back to his own car.
Having mere seconds to react, Stiles had no other option but to make a run for it and hope to god, that his familiar knowledge of the preserve, would give him the slight upper hand.
Perhaps luck for once, would be on his side.
Stiles fumbled helplessly for his phone ignoring his radio, not wanting to put his colleagues lives in danger by having them have to deal with the world of the supernatural, simply because they had the misfortune of living in fucking Beacon Hells.
God, he really needed a vacation.
Well, he thought bitterly, as he weaved his way unsteadily through the trees in front of him, if he did die tonight, he’d be having one hell of a long one. A one-way ticket to the afterlife would definitely see to that.
Stiles finally managed to compose himself enough to press the pre dial button, he did not want to admit to himself he used the most and was also the one, he equally did not want to admit, was the most likely to answer.
After a number of rings, a silky voice finally filled Stiles' ear.
“Obviously I’m far too busy to take your call right now, as I, unlike you, actually have a life. Leave a message. If it interests me, I will consider returning your call.”
Of course, that wouldn’t be the case tonight.
Fuckity, fuck, fuck.
“Peter, I need you.” He panted into the phone, trying to keep his footing on the uneven ground as well as locating the person on his tail. “Rogue wolf in the preserve. I’m just west of the old Hale house, about two hundred metres down the track heading away from the main road. Shit, hurry.”
He hung up quickly and considered his next course of action. He could try Scott, but who was he kidding, it was Friday night he’d be out on a date somewhere, so there would be absolutely no chance that he would pick up. Derek would still be at work. Lydia didn’t live in town anymore, so that only left one of the younger pack members.
Shit.
Fuck it, he was desperate. Stiles needed back up and fast. He frantically sent out an SOS to the whole pack. With any luck someone would pick it up in time.
Not for the first time Stiles lamented sadly on how this had become his life. He really should have left when he’d had the chance, but his dad was here and Scott had promised things would be different and….
“Oooomf”
Stiles hit the ground face first. A hard body pinned him to the earth, he tried helplessly to spit the mud out of his mouth.
“You smell like wolf.” A gruff voice came from above him. “But you’re not one, are you?” The man brought his mouth close to Stile’s ear. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?”
The wolf then moved slightly down Stiles’ body, pulling at his jacket and shirt. He moved his mouth away from the deputy’s ear and bit roughly into his side.
Hot searing pain shot through his body.
Yeah, this was definitely how he was going to die.
Stiles cried out in agony, then the world finally went black.
When Stiles next opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he had not in fact died, nor was he in any great amount of pain. He glanced quickly around and quietly observed the wolf that had attacked him pacing impatiently in front of him.
The wolf suddenly stopped and brought his gaze to meet Stiles', flashing his red eyes at him.
Perfect.
An alpha.
That meant that if Stiles wasn’t dead then…
He felt his own eyes flash in response to the alpha before him and quickly scrambled up to his feet.
“Well, well, well, now isn’t that interesting.” The alpha mocked as he took a step closer to Stiles, making the deputy move away until his back made contact with the tree behind him.
“Not so innocent are you my little beta. Now what I want, is for you to submit to me.”
“No fucking way dude.” Stiles shot back angrily. There was absolutely no way that he was ever going to submit to this prick. “You’re not the first crazy alpha I’ve had to deal with. I didn’t submit to him then and I’m sure as hell not submitting to you now.”
“Ah but you see, that is where you are wrong, you think you have a choice in being my beta. You don’t. You will submit of your own accord or I will make you. In fact, I think I would actually enjoy that more.”
“Fuck you!” He spat again at the wolf. Fear starting to sweep through his body as he felt bile rise into the back of his throat and his heart beat wildly in his chest. Still there was no way he was letting this asshole have any control over him. He'd rather die.
The alpha laughed harshly and brought a strong hand up to grip around Stiles’ throat in a vice like grip.
“As you wish.” He purred, a wide grin spreading slowly across his face.
Stiles struggled for breath as he ineffectively grasped at the alpha’s hands, trying desperately to free himself from the wolfs tight grip. There was no way he was going to be able to free himself. The alpha was physically too strong. Stiles was trapped with no way of escaping. This was going to end very badly indeed.
He closed his eyes and thought of his dad.
He thought of…..
“Did no one ever teach you that no means no? That is quite unacceptable.”
A smooth drawl came from behind the alpha, which caused Stiles to snap open his eyes. The alpha had no chance of answering the question posed, as without warning, one clawed hand suddenly and swiftly ripped out his throat, while the other simultaneously thrust violently into his back and clawed out his heart.
The wolf fell lifelessly to the floor as Peter stepped purposefully over it without a second glance, his eyes blazing red, but his expression concerned as Stiles finally fell to his knees and let out a choked sob.
Peter moved closer slowly placing one finger under Stiles’ chin lifting it gently and exposing his slender throat.
Oh, and didn’t this all seem so hauntingly familiar. However instead of lifting Stiles to his feet as he had once done many years ago, Peter also fell to his knees and pulled the deputy closer. Stiles buried his nose in the older man’s throat and took deep gulps of air.
“I’ve got you, Stiles.” The wolf eventually murmured softly. More softly than Stiles had ever heard Peter speak before. “You’re safe now. Everything will be okay, I promise.”
And in that moment Stiles really wanted to believe him.
He truly did.
He just didn’t know right now if he could.