#becauseofpack

[wolfixisarchive-blog]

( @becauseofpack )

      staying in the house WASN’T an option. it just wasn’t. raleigh wasn’t all big and bad like his brother or his pack, he didn’t have the fancy eyes or those claws but he had his bat and some steely determination he figured would be just as fucking good. hiding in his room and hoping no one was going to hurt his brother didn’t sit well with him, made his stomach knot in about twenty uncomfortable different ways and he couldn’t do it. scott would just have to forgive him later for it because he wasn’t sitting around waiting for news some fucking rogue wolf had hurt or maimed his brother. 

     he’d taken the jeep out to the preserve and parked, fingers clutched around that metal bat and stepping out cautiously. they let fucking stiles help and he was smaller and frailer than he was! raleigh could hold his own in a fight if he needed. stepping quietly into the dark trees he listened as carefully as he could afford, trying to find some indication where his bother. figured must be at the hale’s old place and he headed in that direction.

      ten minutes in and he heard something, the give of a branch and both hands latched onto the bat, twisting around to the sound. he damned those incredibly human eyes as he sought out something out of the dark but was only met with silence. he wasn’t keen on calling out to the dark either, keeping his jaw locked tight. he wasn’t going to be some fucking horror movie cliche. 

     when he figured it must have just been an animal he turned back toward his path and balked at the burning glow of red eyes staring back at him from a few feet into the dark. he didn’t even have time to scream, let alone swing his bat. the thing lunged and raleigh felt claws sink deep and it stole the breath right out of him. it took him a moment too long to retaliate, kicking out wickedly and raising that back but the moment he had the monster had sank his claws into his arm and he felt it snap his arm and then he really did scream. it was a meager struggle, raleigh didn’t stand a fucking chance.

      there were fists and teeth and claws and it happened so fast he couldn’t even tell he was wheezing through mouthfuls of his own blood until the thing had taken pause and stood over its prey. everything hurt, agony pulsing up and he felt so fucking cold, limbs twisted at skewed angles and great maws of wounds torn into him. fuck...oh fuck oh fuck he was going to die. he was. no. he didn’t want to die. oh god scott was going to kill him. no. no. fuck why didn’t he listen?

      “m-m-mom,” the teen sobbed wetly, tears mixing with the slick of blood on his face and all he heard in response was the throaty chortle of the wolf that sounded far more like a demon.

[volatilehearted]

[ @becauseofpack ]

He probably wasn’t supposed to think of himself as ‘Stiles’, nor his best friend-and-work-partner as ‘Scott’, but honestly the real names they had been given as part of the Host were very long and very complicated and Stiles had never really been fond of long or complicated, so he’d just kind of picked out nicknames from nowhere and slapped them onto other members of the Host. It seemed innocent enough, and the Boss didn’t seem to mind, so he kept doing it.

To that end, Stiles is waiting for Scott in their watching room, observing one of the hapless little bumbling humans that was their specific responsibility. He had orders from the Boss to make this particular human’s life significantly more complicated, but watching this poor loser stumble around trying to make it through his day--Stiles isn’t so sure. This isn’t the first time he’s had thoughts or emotions he isn’t supposed to have, ones counter to the instructions of the Boss, but this might be the strongest time, the first time he’s really struggled with it.

[volatilehearted]

[ @becauseofpack ]

It’s been weeks since Scott confronted Stiles in the sewers and pushed Void back to the recesses of his mind, albeit so briefly. It’s been weeks, and none of the things that have happened in those weeks have been good for Beacon Hills, except for maybe one very explicit, very recent thing.

The fall of Theo Raeken.

They’d finally pushed it to that point, Stiles and Void had, where they could tell that Theo was complacent in his space, where he took Stiles’ allegiance and affection as granted, where more than that, he needed them, relied on them, even thrived on them in some twisted way.

Which was, of course, when Stiles pulled the plug and brought it all crashing down on Theo’s head. He freed the pack and sent them running, and then he tore Theo’s heart out of his chest, metaphorically speaking, and consumed the pain left behind, and then he consumed Theo’s power itself.

What he’d left behind him was little more than a broken, hollow shell, no threat to anyone any longer.

Now Void was fully charged and ready to keep going. Still, he’d fed well, and it had given him a sense of gregariousness, for a few minutes. He’d allowed Stiles one simple thing on their way out of town.

So here Stiles is, in the graveyard, staring down at the headstone that bears his father’s name. He is, at current, mostly just himself, struggling back tears as he looks at the blank stone. “...well, I did it, Dad. I know you’d have told me not to, but I did it anyway. I got him for you.”

[andneverfall]

@becauseofpack

They’re actually doing it. 

Beacon Hills is finally in the rearview, and Shaun angles his face so he can feel the wind from the window. He can’t keep the smile at bay, excitement flooding him and swirling in the car between them. 

Just him and Scott. A long weekend, off to drive as far east as they can get, then back. He’s excited, of course, because road trips are always sometimes to be hyped about, but he’s more glad for Scott. Everyone sees how bogged down he gets, and breathing new air into his lungs will be good. No Nemeton, no threats to their pack. 

On that note, though. “They’re gonna be fine,” he says, breaking radio silence. He looks over at Scott, and puts as much inflection in his voice as possible. “They’re a good pack, they can be without their alpha for a few days. And we’ll be fine without them.”

[hastodosomething]

becauseofpack replied to your post: “man i fucking miss one dose of allergy medication and i wake up...”:

i hope you feel better!

i should eventually, i hope. took an allegra and like, 3 ibuprofen to kill my headache :|

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[ @becauseofpack ]

It’s been a little while since the pack of strangers calling themselves The Seekers rolled up into Beacon Hills and more or less proclaimed that they’ve come to fix the Nemeton. The McCall pack has nothing more than the assurances of the wolves involved, but the assurances have been constant, from the melodic reassurance of the Seekers’ Alpha, Martin, to the antagonistic help of the beta with the cane, Erik, and every packmate in between. There’s quite a few of them. ‘Zelda’ never seems to shift out of her dark-furred wolf form. Martin’s little brother, Chris, is razor-wire sharp and excitable and a little bad at people in the same way Stiles is. They’ll probably be dangerous if left in a room together for too long.

Today, that isn’t a concern. Today, Martin has asked to meet up with Scott at the Nemeton, under the auspice of explaining to Scott some of the things about being a werewolf that Martin clearly feels Scott should know.

He’s already there when Scott shows up, a pair of bottles of limeaid settled on the wood beside him. One is open, the other is not. There’s also a bag that smells of chili cheese fries, which Martin is currently eating out of, because chili cheese fries.

He tips his chin up by way of greeting, when Scott arrives. “Yo. How’s it hanging, dude?”

[andneverfall]

@becauseofpack

Shaun blinks awake slowly, aware enough to know someone’s in his room but not having the faintest idea why. Knuckles come up to rub at his eyes, and he cranes his neck to see Scott standing in the doorway. 

“Mm-wuzzup dude?” Scratching at his collarbone, he breathes in through his nose, looking for that still grossly poignant reek of blood. 

[incxngruous-blog]

❛sooooo, i kind of adopted a puppy.❜

“What do you mean by kind of?”

"Haven’t we had enough trouble with Liam already?”