Stiles woke up. He could hear his heartbeat ecohing in his pounding head. Where was he..? In a bed? Nope it was the floor. In an attempt to stand up, he fell backward and hit his head on an air conditiong vent. "Oh God.." he muttered. Looking backward and realizing he had handcuffs on. "What the-" as he looked downward he also spotted a pool of blood next to them. "Ah!" his head spinning, he finally realized it was his blood. Well that will need stitches. Trying to keep himself from completely freaking out, he tried to observe his surroundings. His breathing now heavy, blood and sweat dripped down his temply. "H-Hello..?" he questioned nervously, as he managed to get on his knees and look around. Curtains closed, so he didn't have the best view. Bed, a mirror a closet that was basically it. Letting out a sigh, he slowly moved to a sitting position. Well this was great, he was defenitly in a house. So, did one of the Alpha's kidnap him to their lair. No! Why would they kidnap them, it's not like he was of any importance. Slowly leaning against the air conditiong vent, as a small, cold breeze managed to continue to find it's way to him. All he wanted to do was sleep, or at least get out of here. But sleeping would be the worst thing to do, if he had a concussion- which would be likely, considering the blood dripping down his temple- Letting out a whimper of frusturation, he decided to sit and wait to see if anyone decided to turn up at all.