Hybrid

8

He studied the room interior, doing to his best to decipher where he was.

The walls were a pale cream while the floor was a dark, varnished wood. The roof was white, much like the lucious furniter. Both the window and door had white frames, similiar to the bed. The covers were a sightly darker colour than the wall, with small slotches of beige.

Isaac, Erica and Boyd immedialtey came to Stiles' mind. His nose instantaneously begins to search for there scents. They were close, to close. After listening to the three's steady heartbeats, Stiles comfirmed they were also in the house, unconcious.
The hybrid stretched, moving to get out of bed graciously.
He immedialty froze when the door handle turned, the door slowly creaking open.
A tall, muscular male with a stoic face walked in, an Alpha. Crap.

Stiles pushed the back of his legs to the side of the bed, his arms pinned to his side, ready to defend himself.
The alpha took a small step to the side, so he was covering half of the door with his body.
Stiles couldn't stop himself from swallowing hard as the man pulled the door shut.

Stiles flinched when the man took a step towards him, his features now soft.

In that moment, he knew that, no matter what, he couldn't trust the pack. There's a million reasons why they captured him. They'll probably sell him at the black market, or trade him off to hunters.
They could force him to shift, and sell his fur or show him off to the public. That's what most people wanted. It's what he had gotten use to expecting.

"H-hey, Its okay. We dont want to hurt you". The man said softly.
Stiles scoffed mentally. He's heard those words far to many times.

Derek spoke again when Stiles didnt answer.
"Hows your shoulder?" He asked gently. Stiles couldnt stop himself from rolling his eyes. The scar on his shoulder was quite clear.
The hybrid remained silent.

"Look. Just, get dressed. And meet us down stairs. Okay?" The alpha asked gently.
"Please?" He quickly added.
Stiles hesistated, thinking over the possabilities of what could happen. Nothing came up in the few minutes he had.
Slowly, the hybrid nodded.
The alpha smiled before turning his back to him, shutting the door behind him quietly.

Stiles hurridly moved around the room, rummaging through the varnished set of draws. He slipped on a dark grey, fitted shirt which easily showed how fit he was. Unknowing to himself.
A pair of long, black sweats and his socks. He didn't bother searching for his shoes as he tumbled out of the room, he was taken back at the size of the house. There was a long hallway, with 5 rooms on either side. A large window at the end of the hallway and next to the stairs.
He followed his friends scent to the room at the very end. Silently, he pushed the door open, revealing two queen sized beds. Isaac and Boyd were on one while Erica slept on her own, her limbs spread out across the mattress.
Stiles quickly woke the three, recieving groans of protest until the werewolves caught the scent of their surroundings. The three shot out of bed, already fully clothed.

The were's caught Stiles in a hug, making sure their friend was safe. The three growled at the several other smells on him.
"Where are we?" Erica asked viciously, eyeing the room. "The packs house". Stiles answered calmly, receiving another series of growls.
"What do we do?" Boyd asked seriously, listening for heartbeats. He counted 9.

Stiles inhaled nervously. From what he could tell, the glass of the windows were reinforced to withstand the strength of a were. Even if he used his hybrid strength, the sound would attract the pack immediately. They were on the second floor, so there wouldn't be any doors.
"We see what they want". He trailes off, ignoring the looks the three were giving him.
Without another word, Stiles walked out, the wolves reluctuntly following him.

Stiles hesitated at the top of the stairs, the smell of the pack hitting him strong. There was another hunter with them, a heavily armed hunter to. The man and his weaponry reeked of wolfsbane, and Stiles wondered how the pack was alright with it.

Stiles took a cautious few steps, exposing himself to the pack, freezing on the last step. His friends froze behind him at the sight of the pack spread out, all staring at them sceptically.

Erica growled from behind him, gripping his good shoulder protectivly. Everyone immediatly took a step back, sensing their fear. Boyd had his hand leaning on Stiles' forearm while Isaac's was on the small of his back.

Stiles studied the room for an eacape.
The front door wasn't in the room, but The male hunter gaurded an arched entrance, which he could only come assume was the exit. He turned to look up stairs but found one of the younger betas standing there, arms crossed. He turned his attention back to the Alpha, who was staring at him with an unreadable expression.
The hybrid inhaled, crossing his arms in annoyance.

This was going to be a long day.

Okay, hello. Sorry this chapter was a bit short and boring, it was kinda just a fill in chapter. It will get more interesting though, promise. Vote/comment/follow please, byez!