Magic doesn't just disappear || icanberobin
It was just a normal day for the pack when it happened. Stiles was sitting at the back of the room, conversing quietly with Peter, while everyone else was either training or doing school work. Later on they would eat together and then leave for their respectie home. It was the quiet before the storm maybe, but they all hoped the storm would wait a long time to come.
There had been enough trouble getting to the point they were, an established pack that actually got along without alwasy snarling at each other. Nobody but Stiles really interacted with Peter, yeah, and sometimes there were still fights between Scott and Derek, because those two just couldn't get along sometimes, but besides that it was peaceful.
Stiles stretched lightly, sniffing the air, before getting up. " I'm gonna go on a walk, it's gonna rain soon. " He said to the room, getting a nod from Derek and Peter, and left. The air outside was cold, it was getting closer to winter, but it was fine for him. Slowly, he walked down the street towards the forest, frowning when he felt his skin tingle. Looking around, he crouched lightly, listening for any sounds, but there was nothing.
Suddenly the air got more and more charged, making him snarl and try to run, but he couldn't move and suddenly everything went white.
When he came to himself again, he was lying in the midst of a forest. He could feel the damp ground beneath him, could smell the tres and animals and was that.. blood ? His eyes snapped open and he jumped up smoothly, looking around with wide eyes. Almost right next to him was a corpse.. A woman, neck slashed open, long brown hair... She seemed vaguely familiar but no one he could really remember seeing. " What the fuck.. " He muttered to himself, looking around.
