Prompt: stiles is injured when Derek and his pack are off trying to rid of the other supernatural threats in Beacon Hills.
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" I mean I could be a good asset to your pack Derek! Please just let me help" stiles has been trying to convince Derek to let him come along to his little hunt, not wanting to be stuck in the car waiting for something to happen.
"For the last time Stiles, No!" He shouted, Derek was losing his patience with the human boy and they haven't even been on the road for 3 minutes.
"Please! They won't smell my pheromones , where as they can smell your wet dog scent from miles away" Derek glared at him before turning back to the dark road.
"Just let him, Christ it hasn't even been 5 minutes and he's blabbering about it already " Jackson groaned massaging his temple, Derek sighed and stiles practically bounced in his seat with excitement, knowing he was defeated and that he would actually get a chance to help.
"Just don't do anything stupid" he growled, pulling up the to dirt clearing, the other 2 cars following soon after.
They all exited and stood around waiting for Derek's orders. He split everyone into groups, doing it quickly not wanting to waste to much time.
"Isaac, Lydia your with me, Jackson and Erica, Stiles your with them-"
"What?! It's bad enough I'm stuck with Eric but Jackson to? Why the both of them" he whined, he didn't get along much with the pair, especially Jackson.
"Shut up, it's bad enough I'm letting you help us" he finished the groups and sent us all off in different directions. Stiles tried to get some distance between the pair, but couldn't. Every time he backed up they moved with him, Derek had warned them if anything happened to him they would be in for it, and they were gonna make sure stiles left without a scratch.
It was 2 hours into the forest, that no one had found any sign of the mysterious creatures. Stiles was growing anxious, he was left at a disadvantage when the two wolfs beside him could hear about everything and smell everything, he felt like he was a blind man with his nose cut off.
"I'm starting to think were walking straight into a dead end, it's been over 2 hours" he complained, stepping over a fallen log and crushing the dead leaves under his worn out shoes. The group were about to duck under a tree until both werewolves stopped him.
"Did you hear that?" Jackson whispered, Erica's ears perked up now hearing the faint sound of a heart beat that wasn't theirs. Nor anyone's of the pack.
"Yeah the sound of me not giving a shit" he said smartly. They both looked at him annoyed, 10 seconds later both their heads snapped to the right, hearing sound from that direction.
"Let's go, stay quiet" Jackson whispered, but Stiles could sense how tense he was. They walked quickly, and swiftly threw the forest, and happily not stepping on anything to give away our presence.
He could finally hear something, their were voices, their were 2 of them. They were arguing loudly, but not loud enough for others to hear. He clung to Erica and watched as one grabbed the other by the neck and threw them into the river that was right beside them.
"What the fu-" the one in the river immediately stopped talking, they both turned to our direction. Stiles froze, not moving at all, he could feel Erica and Jackson getting ready to pounce if the creatures decided to do anything, recoiling his arms from her and gripping his loose ripped up jeans.
