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Fox In The Hills	By : fusedtwilight Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 5459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Parrish
- 2-Ethan
- 3-Liam
- 4-Scott
- 5-Derek
- 6-Danny
- 7-Isaac
- 8-Brett
- 9-Jackson
- 10-Corey
- 11-Boyd
- 10
- 11
Fusedtwilight: He guys, sorry it has been so long. Since Stiles and Boyd didn't interact much in the show I had a tough time figuring out how to write them. But I think I got them written pretty good and I hope you all enjoy.
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Boyd
"Boyd!" I sighed as I felt Stiles jump on my back. He nuzzled my neck lovingly. "Boyd guess what day it is?"
"Wednesday," I replied.
I continued to walk, even though he was still on my back. Once he latched onto me there was no way to get him off. Stiles had always been very tactile, but since we were boyfriends he couldn't be in the same room without touching me.
"Boyd come on you know what day it is!"
"I told you Wednesday."
"Boyd!"
I stopped walking, fighting the urge to smile. "Yes?"
He gently nipped at my ear. "Say it damn you!"
"Oh wait...is this the day I damned myself to an eternity with the most annoying creature to walk the earth?"
He let out a little huff. "I was going to say it is the day you were blessed to have me in your life."
"Oh yeah, it is our anniversary isn't it?"
"Jerk," he mumbled.
There was no heat in his words. This was our game. We knew the rules, we created it without having to vocalize it or write it in a book.
You would not think he or I were a match. Stiles was a little ball of energy. Hyper, spastic, his eyes would light up with excitement with little provocation. He was like a child in a teens body. He could talk for over an hour about the most random and unrelated things. To most, he may seem cute and funny but that can quickly turn sour if you don't have the right mentality.
Stiles means well, but he can be a bit much. Even for his friends who sometimes need a break from his excess personality.
I am the opposite. Quit, stoic, I rarely speak unless spoken to and you rarely see me smile. People think I am unfriendly or mean because being quiet with a stone cold expression automatically makes you troubled or damaged. But that never stopped Stiles from talking to me.
I'd be walking down the hall and he would suddenly appear by my side talking about comics and games. I'd be eating by myself and he would plop next to me with Scott and his crew just chatting away. When I became a werewolf he was the first one to congratulate me. "This is so great Boyd! I just found out I am an earth Kitsune! Werewolves may be strong but we got the best powers!"
When I had to train to control my new instincts Stiles was there. Not because he was invited but more he insinuated himself. I still remember him showing up at Derek's with bags of food smiling at scowling Derek. "Look Sourwolf if you are going to start biting all my friends you need to expect me to hang out. It's simple math."
While Isaac and Erica were growling, baring their teeth and snapping their jaws I sat on the floor with Stiles in front of me. Too close to be safe but he wasn't bothered. Instead, he made me a sandwich. "So I told Scott we need to take him someplace where he can run around because it's not healthy to keep Werewolves cooped up and chained. I mean hello this is the twenty-first century. Plus it's not very smart to go turning so many Werewolves at the same time because that is too much for one guy to handle. Good thing Derek has Scott and me. Even better I was able to get those two bone heads to sit down and talk instead of just huffing and puffing their chests you know?"
"We can hear you!" Derek said over by Erica.
"Not trying to hide our conversation Sourwolf," Stiles called back.
I carried him all the way to the cafeteria and we sat with our friends. Our pack. It was a unique mix. Six Werewolves, one Banshee, and an earth Kitsune. Danny was sitting with us too. He wasn't pack, more like pack affiliated. He was Jackson's best friend and helped us out with computers. Derek paid him a good amount of money to work on the mansions security system.
"Guys it's our anniversary!" Stiles said tapping his hands on the table.
"We know, that's all you have been talking about for months," Jackson grumbled.
"It's a bid deal, one whole year of pure absolute bliss."
"Seems more like hell to me."
"Funny, same thing I say to Lydia when she talks about how great her life with you is."
Jackson's eyes turned blue and his lips pulled back in a snarl. A low grumble escaped my mouth. His eyes returned to their normal state but he continued to glare at Stiles.
"Thanks, Wolf Daddy," Stiles said kissing my cheek.
"Are we still going out to the ice-rink to celebrate?" Allison asked.
"Yep, can't wait to show you guys my moves!"
"You coming with us Danny?" Lydia asked.
Danny shook his head. "No thanks, not much of a skier. Plus I got a date with the new guy and his hot twin."
"Wait, I thought only Ethan was gay.? I see Aiden flirting with girls all the time," Scott said looking confused.
"Apparently Aiden thinks it's only gay if you're the bottom. But if you are the top then you are still straight."
Stiles let out a snort. "Freaking bro code bullshit."
Danny shrugged. "That's what I thought but as long as I am getting double dicked by two of the hottest guys in the school what do I care."
"Those two combined don't equal my man," Stiles said resting his head on my shoulder.
"Love you two Foxy," I said.
"Boyd save me!" Stiles cried out.
I caught him before he could fall. Lydia and Jackson skated by us. "Same moves you always use Stilinkski!" Jackson called out.
"I swear to God I am going to bury him alive!" Stiles hissed.
"You'd think after all these years you would know better than to fall for his taunts," I said helping keep him up.
"Asshole won't be laughing when we are at practice and a hole happens to open up and causes him to trip!"
One of the perks of being an earth Kitsune was the ability to...well...manipulate the earth. Dirt, soil, rocks, boulders. People who pissed Stiles off had a tendency to find themselves tripping unexpectedly. As if the ground they walked on had moved.
Kitsune could be vindictive fuckers. Mess with them and they will make you pay. Werewolves will hunt you down and tear you to shreds, but a fox is more wicked, treacherous. I found that out when I made a good-humored joke about how crappy his jeep was. Not knowing it was his mothers', not expecting him to bake me some special brownies that gave me a bad case of the shits. Or expect the little bastard to have put plastic wrapping on the toilet seat until it was too late.
"Man this sucks. I wanted us to have fun, not watch the others while you drag my sorry ass around. Scott's doing better than me!"
"Yeah because he has been coming in to practice. What were you doing?"
He smiled at me. "Flirting with this guy whose hella sexy. He works here. He's tall, buff, quit but really sweet. He is super strong and loyal to the people he loves." he leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "And he fucks like a savage god."
I grinned, my hand on his back slowly began to creep lower until I squeezed his ass cheek tight. He let out a little gasp, leaning his body closer to me.
"Funny, there is this hot little twink who comes by. Pale with hazel eyes and spotted with moles. Likes to talk a lot, he's got long delicate fingers and a sweet ass."
"Seen his ass have you?"
"Many times."
"Want to see it again?"
"Always."
We discreetly left the others under the pretense Stiles needed a break. Judging from the knowing looks on their faces they knew exactly what we were going to do. Stiles and I had a very sexual relationship. Usually, we hooked up two to three times a week.
I took him to the employee locker room, or rather we stumbled into the employee locker room. Our mouths were mashed together and we were randomly groping one another.
"I love you, Boyd," Stiles said as I pinned him to the wall.
"Love you too," I replied.
"No! I mean I love you!"
I stopped my assault on his neck and looked at his face. He looked nervous, and he was biting his lip in a way that made me want to chew his lips for him but I held back. I had a feeling this was about to get deep.
"I mean it, Boyd. I really do love you."
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"It's just...I don't want you to think I am just saying it because we are going out. I mean I don't just love you like how most other couples at school say they love one another. I mean I love everything about you. I love how thick you are, I love how you smile, I love how you hold me when we cuddle, I love waking up and watching you sleep. I love how you put up with me even though we both know I can be a handful, I love how you keep me grounded and help me control myself when I get too excited, I love how you always listen to me and never tune me out, I love how I feel like I can really be who I am with you." He got a thoughtful look on his face. "I love your cock too. It's amazing."
"What brought all this on?" I asked.
"Well, we will be graduating soon. The statistics for relationships surviving after a couple graduates is...very low. I know I can be a handle to deal with and if you want to end things when we graduate I understand. I mean I will be very emotionally and mentally devastated but I will get it. It's a bit world filled with people who are easier to be around and if we have to end this I don't want to ruin things by being clingy or making you think you have to stay with me."
I let out a little sigh. It was true, as much as I loved Stiles there were times when he could test my patience. We had gotten into fights. Partly because of Stiles overly energetic personality and I was a private guy who had trouble opening up and showing emotion.
The beginning of our relationship was amazing but filled with little bumps we had to work around. We had to adapt to one another, I had to learn to be more vocal, to air my thoughts and feelings. It wasn't easy, according to Erica I rival Derek in the emotionally constipated department. The only difference is I am less grumpy.
It was tough but we made it work. Because we love one another and when you love someone you have to know when to compromise and find a middle ground.
Truth be told I was a little nervous myself. I wanted to join the military and that would mean a lot of time spent away from Stiles.
"Stiles, I love you too. I really do. I want us to keep going, even after we graduate."
"Really?"
"Yes. So don't worry. As long as we put some effort into our relationship it will be fine."
He smiled and I felt warmth blossom in my chest. When Stiles was happy I was happy.
We resumed kissing, slowly taking our clothes off until we were both naked. I saw on the wooden bench, Stiles sat in my lap. I nipped at his shoulder blades, an opened bottle of lube rested next to us, my fingers deep in him, getting him ready.
"Boyd!" he moaned.
"Almost there baby," I told him.
"Hurry!" he urged.
"So impatient," I chuckled.
"Please Boyd hurry, I need you in me!"
"I am in you!"
"You know what I mean!" he growled.
I continued to stretch him out. Stiles was impatient, there were times when we used less foreplay and more rough sex. I had more patience for slow-build sex than he did. It didn't take much to get him all worked up and begging for my dick, something I take pride in.
But I wanted to draw this out a little, make him beg for it a little longer. But Stiles wasn't patient. When I began to feel a slight vibration coming from the ground I knew he had reached his limit. I pulled my fingers out of him and lined my dick up to his hole and gave a sharp thrust, burying a few inches into him.
The shaking stopped and he let out a deep breath of air, I loved the expression he got on his face. This beautiful blissed-out look that only I give him. I wonder if it is the same look I get when I am in him when I am as close to him physically as I can be and feel this sense of completion.
There is an old Greek myth about how humans were once one being, till Zeus grew fearful of them and used his lightning to break them apart creating men and women and where the idea of soulmates come from. When we find our soulmate we are literally finding our other half. That's what I feel with Stiles, that I have found my other half. My anchor, not just to keep my wolf in check but the one who keeps me in check. Who keeps me from drowning in shame and regret, who keeps me from isolating myself.
"Boyd! Boyd!" Stiles whimpered as he sat down, taking more and more of my girth into him.
Once he was he was fully seated we stared into each other's eyes. His were glowing orange and I knew mine was glowing as well. "You okay baby?" I asked him.
"Do you really have to ask?" he replied with a smile.
"You don't have good impulse control."
"That's why I got you, keep me in line."
I snorted. "You make it sound so easy."
I began to rock my hips, he dug his heels into my hips. We sat there on the bench, me buried in him, rocking back and forth, him clinging to me, his body spasming with each thrust, holding onto one another and whispering lovingly to one another.
I wasn't a virgin when Stiles and I began to date, but since we started dating I have had more sex than I ever had before. Stiles could be an insatiable little beast some times. Always wanting to try new things. Luckily I was able to keep him satisfied. Hell, I took pride I could fuck him to the point of exhaustion. He had a lot of energy. It could be tiring at times but I loved that about him. You could always trust Stiles to keep things interesting.
When we were done our stomachs were wet and I had emptied my load into him, I held onto him as if he was my lifeline, he was quiet, a shivering pile of sweaty flesh. We cuddled and relaxed and when we were ready we cleaned up and got dressed and went to join the others. You didn't need to have a powerful sense of smell to know what we did. I wrinkled clothes and disheveled appearance gave us away.
"For the love of God!" Isaac said gagging as we sat down at one of the tables.
"Let them get it out of their system now," Erica said smirking at us. "The last thing I need is being woken up at two in the morning to some earth-shaking sex."
"I can't help it, he is a sexual deviant," Stiles said.
"You're the one who sneaks into my room, waking me up with your mouth wrapped around my-"
"Oh my God enough!" Scott yelled covering his ears. "Bad enough I have to smell what you guys do, I don't need details!"
We all laughed and spent the rest of the night at the rink. I worked here and was my boss's favorite so he had no problem letting me use the rink for a little anniversary party. Once we were done we cleaned up and headed out. I drove Stiles home, he tried to get me to stay out longer but I promised I would have him home by ten and I am not going to break Noah's trust in me. We walked up to his front door.
"Did you have a good time?" I asked him.
"Of course I did," Stiles said with a smile.
"You know I meant what I said right?" I asked him.
He nodded. "I know. Sorry for making it into a big deal. I was just over thinking again."
I placed my hand on his cheek and gently rubbed my thumb over his flesh. "I am glad we talked about this. If you ever have any concerns I want you to come to me about it."
He smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you, Boyd."
"Love you more."
"Love you the most."
"Love you the best."
"Love you to infinity and beyond."
The door opened and Noah greeted me with a warm smile. "Boyd, ten o'clock. Right on time as always." he shook my hand. "Did he try to convince you to stay out longer?"
"Of course."
"Hey!" Stiles said with an indignant squeak.
Noah chuckled. "His mom was the same way. Want to come in?"
I shook my head. "I have to get home."
"Of course. Say goodbye and come inside when your done son."
Noah left the door open and walked back inside the house. Stiles sighed. "I don't want to leave you."
"Well, you could always sneak out later tonight. See if we can wake the town up again," I said.
Stiles smiled. "I like the way you think."
Stiles
"Boyd!" I yelled jumping onto his back.
He sighed and held onto my hips. "What?"
"Carry me to class, I'm tired," I whined.
Boyd smiled. He carried me to the next class. I snuggled him, kissing his ear as we made our way into the room. "Thanks, Cuddle Bear."
"Mr. Stilinski, how many times must I ask you not to ride Mr. Boyd into my class?" Miss. Finch asked with a sigh.
"But I'm tired, last night was our anniversary and he wore me out."
"Mr. Stilinski!"
"In the rink! We went ice-skating!" I said giving her a scandalized look.
"Oh...well yes that is a very-"
"And we had loooots of sex!"
"SIT!" Finch growled.
I hopped off Boyd's back and sat down, giggling like an imp.
"You are shameless," Boyd said shaking his head.
"All right, now as we have discussed how genetics work in human and shifter partners. Now we will discuss how things play out when two people who are from different shifter breeds reproduce."
Finch went on about how some shifter genes were more dominant than others and why the only hybrids that existed were mutations.
"What do you think a were-kitsune would be like?" I asked Boyd.
"What?"
"I mean think about it. The brute strength of a wolf mixed with the intellect of a fox. Plus add out powers together and that would be really sweet!"
"You can't be a wolf and a fox at the same time," Boyd said. "You know that."
"I know but it would still be cool. We don't have senses like you guys do."
"Only in human form."
"But I won't be able to turn into an actual fox for like another eighty-two years or so. That the rule for those of us who have a human parent."
"Trust me, you're not going to want to hear girls gossiping about who got fake boobs over the summer or guys talking about whose dick is bigger. And the smells."
Boyd shook his head. I knew all about the downsides of having enhanced senses. I have heard all from Scott. "Dude, I can smell when girls are having their period!"
From Isaac. "You know how bad it is to walk by a bathroom and hear a guy jacking off inside?"
From Erica. "If I hear that bitch talking about how she wants to grab Isaac by the hair and make him eat her pussy, I'll rip her cunt off with my teeth!"
From Jackson. "I wish Danny would stop wearing cologne. I can always tell when he just got done blowing one of the lacrosse players!"
Kitsune had shape-shifting powers. Normally a fox has to live for about a hundred years before they can assume human form. For those like me who had a Kitsune mother and a human father, I wouldn't be able to become a fox for several more decades. As much as I loved my powers I wanted to be able to sense trouble before it happened.
After class, we headed for Economics. As we walked we passed Danny. "Danny, how did your date go last night?" I asked with a grin. "Hope you got that sandwich."
Danny grinned back. "Oh, I got it all right. By the time I was done I was stuffed."
I sniggered.
His face turned a little more serious. "Did you hear the news?"
"About the body?" Boyd tapped his ear. Telling he heard other people talking about it.
Lately, there had been a string of murders. All male, all missing one or more organs. At first, it was assumed to be a serial killer, but people have been wondering if there was something unnatural about the murders.
Beacon Hills was a very tolerant town, but there were still people who liked to blame shifters for any bad fortune that befell the town...granted seven times out of ten they are right to blame us but still, no need to blame every shifter when some Omega mauls a hiker.
"There was another body?" I asked excitedly.
Before Danny could answer Boyd stopped him. "Don't tell him."
"Boyd!"
"If you tell him he is going to try and get involved. He does not need to get involved...right Danny?"
Boyd was giving Danny the look. It wasn't the angry glare Derek had, but it was still scary. His expression was blank, yet he had that piercing look that made you feel like he was spearing you with a lance of ice.
Danny nervously smiled. "You're right, knowing Stiles he will just cause trouble. Well, I better go see ya!"
Before I could stop him Danny took off, almost running down several people to get away from Boyd. I turned to him, feeling annoyed. "The hell Boyd?"
He put his hand on my back and led me to class. "Stiles I love you but I am not going to spend another night at a crime scene. Let your dad worry about the murders. When you become a member of the law enforcement you can solve all the murders you want. I'm not going to help you break into the morgue again Stiles."
"That was one time!" I argued.
"I know how you get, you're going to stay away from this investigation and I am going to make sure of it."
"I am a grown fox and you can't make me-"
"If you don't stay away from this investigation no sex for a month."
"You don't have the strength of will!" I hissed.
He raised a brow. "Which of us is the adult in this relationship?"
Damn him!
I can't shake the feeling there is a particular reason Boyd doesn't want me to get involved in this case. I mean normal people don't go trolling crime scenes or go looking for dead bodies in the woods but I can't help it!
Mom used to say I was more curious than the average fox. She said it was both my strength and my weakness. Dad says I will make a wonderful investigator one day, I am really good at finding patterns and following them. But I admit I do take it far and have broken some laws to help solve a couple crimes.
If Boyd thinks I am going to let this go he doesn't know me well. I will figure out why he doesn't want me working on this case. But a fox is patient. Wolves, however, they have poor impulse control. He'll slip up and that is when I will get what I want.
Later that night I was laying on my bed. Boyd laid behind me, he was resting his back against my pillows while he read a book which he had resting on my butt. Every once in a while I would hear the pages turn.
I had my headphones on. They were a special pair Boyd had got me last Christmas which had a pair of red protrusions on the top in the shape of fox ears. I was online with Scott, Jackson, Erica, and Danny. Everyone was with their partner and the twins were at Danny's.
"Scott stop cheating!" I hissed into my mic.
"What do you mean?" Scott responded.
"We all know you have Allison playing for you McCall, you are not this good," Jackson replied and Lydia laughed in the background.
"I am better as a paladin. I hate playing the archer, I always miss!" Scott whined.
I watched as the archer glowed with blue light, firing four arrows that hit their targets, causing the goblins to erupt in fire and die.
"Sweet, I leveled up!" I heard Allison say.
"Shouldn't it be against the rules to have someone else level up our characters?" Danny asked.
The mage he was playing was surrounded by an ornate sigil. The rest of us began to glow as our stats were boosted. I was playing a shaman. Similar to a mage only we had more spells designed to focus on the team and less offensive techniques. I activated a defensive shield to protect me from a group of goblins while Jackson's knight character swooped in and hacked them to pieces.
"Am I the only one who thinks it is funny goblins are nothing like the ones on this game?" Erica asked.
Erica loved playing games. She had her own Youtube account and streamed live games on Twitch. Isaac wasn't much a gamer. People loved it when he played and Erica tried to advise him not to die.
"I mean these things are only wearing loincloths and goblins don't have green skin."
"What about the Werewolves?" Ethan said. "I mean everyone knows only Alphas can go wolf-man."
"So, has anyone heard anything about the murders?" I asked.
There was a sudden and profound silence. Normally they would moan and tell me not to get involved. Something was going on. I heard Boyd let out a sigh and he lifted the book off my bottom.
"I heard there was a new one today."
"Did you hear anything else?" Scott asked nervously.
"Careful Scott," Allison murmured.
I had a feeling Danny wasn't the only one Boyd had 'convinced' not to talk about the murders.
"Guys what i-hey!"
Boyd had grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, exposing my ass. I heard a sucking sound and when I felt two fingers began to probe my hole and I moaned in response.
"Stiles are you okay?" Erica asked.
"I know that sound," Danny said with a bit of humor in his voice.
"Guys seriously what is...ohhh….the big deal about the...fuck! The murders! Why won't you talk to me!"
Boyd had both his fingers in me. You know what it's like when you are trying to play a game, have a conversation all the while getting fingered by your boyfriend who knows all your secret spots?
"Stiles, what is wrong with you?" Lydia asked.
"Stilinski pay attention! We need some support here!" Jackson said.
I knew what Boyd's plan was. I couldn't talk and play at the same time, at least not while he was in me. The bastard knew this. But I was not going to let him win. I dropped my controller and focused.
"Tell me about the murders? Why doesn't Boyd want me involved?"
Boyd gave a sharp twist of his fingers and I cried out.
"Oh my God nasty!" Jackson yelled.
He left the party, his knight vanished from the screen.
"Stiles you know how gross I feel when you have sex with Boyd when we game!" Scott said before he left.
"Damn it, Stiles I was streaming this!" Erica growled.
"As much as I would like to stay and listen, Ethan is in the mood now and Aiden wants me to blow him again. Bye"
Danny left and my poor shaman was besieged by pissed off goblins. The screen turned dark and I was all alone...well...not really.
"Damn it, Boyd!" I pulled his fingers out and sat up to glare at him. "What is going on!"
The room began to shake. I could feel the earth responding to my anger. Older Kitsune were able to cause deep chasms to form, I wasn't that powerful but I could still cause some powerful tremors.
Boyd held up his hands in a placating gesture. "All right, I'll tell you. God knows your going to find out sooner or later."
I went to pull my shorts up, but Boyd stopped me, sitting up on his knees he hugged me close and began to stroke my length. "Stop distracting me!"
"Stop shaking the house," he replied.
I focused. When the ground stopped shaking Boyd let me go, but grinned when I whined in response.
"The reason I didn't want you getting involved is the authorities think a fox is responsible for the murders."
"A fox?"
"There was a witness to the last murder. A homeless woman said she saw a fox tearing into the body of the victim."
"Okay...I mean it is not unusual for foxes to-"
"A fox with the body of a human."
"Oh...so what does that have to do with me?" I asked.
"Because there are a small number of fox shifters in Beacon Hills Stiles. People are afraid and when they are afraid they start getting paranoid and-"
"And they think I might be the killer."
Come to think of it...I did notice I was getting some odd looks today. People seemed to be more nervous around me than usual. Granted I was known to be a trickster. But it seemed like they were afraid to catch my eyes. Hell, I went to the restroom and the guys in there practically ran out.
"So people think I am the killer?" I asked.
"No, but they know the killer is some kind of fox shifter. And if you go poking your nose around the crime scenes people are going to think you are guilty."
"Because murders usually return to the crime scene," I whispered softly.
"Just let your dad handle this. Please."
I sighed. Part of me really wanted to get involved now. I didn't like the idea of a fox shifter running around making a bad name for the rest of us but Boyd did have a point. No sense in feeding the flames of paranoia, because once people get an idea in their head no amount of common sense could make them see reason.
"Fine. I won't get involved."
He smiled and I felt all warm inside. He kissed the top of my head. "Thank you."
I hooked my thumbs into his shorts and pulled them down. His cock slapped his stomach as it was freed. "Now finish what you started."
"Gladly."
I climbed into his lap, he lifted me up and it was a little awkward at first but I managed to slide down onto him. Letting gravity push me down and he filled me up. I hooked my ankles together and let Boyd fuck me. I let the joy and pleasure he brought me drown out the guilt I felt for the promise I never intended to keep.
If there was a fox shifter killing people I was going to make it my personal mission to stop it.
Boyd
Did he really think for a single second I was buying his bullshit? I am inside him every day, I know he can't help but get involved. Solving mysteries is part of his nature, he can't resist a mystery. Add the fact it was a fox creature committing the murders he was going to feel obligated to find it.
I spoke with his dad and he agreed we needed to keep Stiles away from this. We agreed to work together and of course, I got the pack to help. Stiles could be scattered brained, but once he set his mind to something he would pursue it. My boy was smart enough to know how to connect the dots and dumb enough to go poking his nose in things that didn't concern him.
Problem was the killer, whoever it was, was still killing people. When shifters started turning up dead that's when the panic really began to sit in. The idea something was deadly enough to prey on shifters really freaked people out.
Derek had a pack meeting with some of the local Alphas and now all the packs had a buddy system where we could not travel alone and must always keep our cell phones on. Derek even went to our parents to convince them to give us all a curfew which they agreed to.
Things were also getting worse for the foxes. Any fox-supernatural was finding themselves the focus of all the suspicion and paranoia. The other shifters were starting to get more aggressive with them as well. Stiles told me the station has been getting all kinds of calls about people reporting "Suspicious fox activity."
The foxes were not ones to take the sudden animosity well and there had been reports of some fighting at worst or some acts of vindictive mischief at best.
Things had not been getting better for Stiles either. People were actively going out of their ways to avoid him. One girl Sydney almost pissed her pants when she accidentally bumped into him during lunch. Stiles has smiled and apologized but she had to be all dramatic and drop her lunch trey and run.
The Hunters were getting pissed as well. A couple of their guys were victims too, the Hunters didn't like that and scared humans were bad, but angry Hunters can be a lot worse.
It seems like things are only going to get worse in town. Sooner or later things are going to boil over unless the killer is caught, Beacon Hills may be very open minded but fear can darken even the brightest of minds.
So it wasn't surprising when Stiles called an emergency pack meeting in the woods. Apparently, he had an idea on what we were dealing with and how to find it.
"I think we are dealing with a Kumiho."
"A what?" Scott asked.
We were out in the middle of a meadow, everyone was here, even Danny and Derek's sister Cora.
"It's a fox spirit native to Korea," Alison answered.
Stiles grabbed his backpack from the backseat of the jeep and dropped it in front of us. "Exactly. See despite you guys trying to distract me I have been doing my own investigation. I always suspected a Kumiho was the killer since they are known to eat people, they especially love liver. But the real hint came when I read from my dad's reports-"
"Which you no doubt read without his approval," Lydia said with a smirk.
Stiles ignored her and continued. "Which said the victims showed no signs as having fought back. They tested negative for any chemicals or toxins which would have paralyzed them, but even then no one heard them scream. So I did some digging and spoke with Deaton and found out about the yeowu guseul."
"Why do I feel like this is about to become a very long winded-explanation?" Jackson asked with an annoyed sigh.
I cuffed him upside the head. "Listen and learn something."
Stiles gave me a wink and blew me a kiss. "It translates to fox-marble or fox-bead. See Kimiho are similar to Kitsune and the Chinese Huli Jing in many ways, they can eat regular food or they can feast on the life-force of other beings. They do this using the fox-bead. They insert it into a persons mouth and the bead absorbs their life and their knowledge. Then the Kumiho will remove it, killing the victim and making it stronger and smarter. Tales tell about people who were lucky enough to swallow it before they were killed and gained great knowledge and power."
"So why are we out here instead of at school?" Erica asked. "Or better yet why didn't you tell your dad?"
"I did, but he was all 'This doesn't concern you, Stiles. Don't be getting involved.'"
"He's right you know," I said.
"Anyway, so I think I know how I can help find it!"
"How are you going to find it?" Isaac asked. "If Hunters and Werewolves can't find it how can you."
"You're all standing on the answer!" he pointed to the ground. "The Earth will help us."
"Are you being metaphorical or something?" Cora asked.
"No, I mean literally. See I read Kitsune like me could develop the ability to extend their senses through the Earth itself to track people and spy on others. If I can learn this power I could use it to track the killer!"
"Could you?" Scott asked sounding hopeful. "I mean would you be able to tell the difference between a supernatural and a human?"
"Scott's right, even if you can learn this power could you find it when it is hiding among the humans?" Alison asked.
"Skilled Kitsune could tell the differences in a persons chi. With practice. I could track it."
"It takes time for Kitsune to develop their powers. You can use basic techniques but this is more advanced training to unlock."
"Which is why you are all here for. You're going to help me practice."
"No," I said.
"Boyd-"
"No Stiles!" I repeated. "You promised remember? You're staying out of this!"
"Boyd I have to do something!" he yelled.
"This isn't your problem!"
"People are turning against the fox shifters, Boyd! You know how bad things are getting! You know how many foxes dad has had to bring in for questioning? Just because someone called the station to report some shady activity? You've all seen how they are treating me. I have to do something, I love you Boyd but I am doing this with or without your help!"
No one spoke. The others knew better than to interfere. They had all been in their own little quarrels and knew sometimes it was best to let couples sort themselves out.
I wanted to grab Stiles, toss him in his jeep and take him home and keep him safe from the world. But I knew that wasn't the way. I had to listen to Stiles, take his feelings into consideration. Trust him as he trusted me. I wanted to support him, not chain him down.
"What do we need to do?" I asked.
He smiled and walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you." He turned and walked back to his bag. "So if we're going to train me to use the Earth we need to use extreme methods."
He pulled out a blindfold, some earplugs and a helmet with a visor that was solid black.
"You want to cut off your senses like I did," Lydia said with realization.
When Lydia was learning to control her Banshee powers she had used sensory deprivation techniques to help her hone her sixth sense.
"Exactly. I mean when we lose our senses we have to learn to adapt right? Our remaining senses become stronger. So I figure if I cut off my hearing and my sight my sense of touch will increase and maybe help me learn to use my connection to the Earth."
"What do you need us to do?" Alison asked.
"Okay so I am going to put this all on and you guys are going to run off into the woods and I will try to find you."
"I'll stay with you," I said. "Forgetting the fact there is a killer on the loose it would be murder to leave you alone and so vulnerable."
"Alright, you all run off. I'll wait a few moments then I will try to find you."
Everyone went off. Not all of them looked very enthusiastic as they went.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked him.
"We need to do something before its too late. The problem is we're dealing with a trickster. To catch a trickster we need to think like a trickster. Obviously, the Kumiho is strong enough to hide from your wolf-y sense of smell and avoid the Hunters. But the yeowu guseul will be harder to hide since it is the source of its power. If this works I should be able to at least sense sources of powerful energy."
"Stiles are you sure you can even do this?" I asked. "You're still young."
"Well, won't know unless I try."
He put the earplugs in then held up the blindfold. "Help me."
I walked behind him and put it over his eyes and tied it. I grabbed the helmet and put it on him. "I love you," I said, knowing he couldn't hear me but needing to speak the words. "You drive me crazy but damn you are the most brilliant person I ever met."
"Okay, I am going to try and focus now. Wish me, luck babe."
He took his shoes and socks off and let his toes wiggle into the grass. Stiles had always felt a connection to the Earth. Kitsune were most powerful in their element, being a Kitsune of the Earth he was surrounded by his element. It was a constant in his life, it was always there for him. A constant source of strength.
He knew he could do this, he had faith in his abilities and his element. The Earth was a foundation for all life. Stiles was an extension of the Earth. It would be easy.
Four hours later found Stiles stumbling through the woods. I was following him, making sure he didn't run into a tree or fall into a ditch. I have been texting the others and they were running out of patience.
"Alright, that's enough." I grabbed Stiles and pulled off his helmet.
"Boyd! What the hell!"
Stiles took off the blindfold and took out the earplugs and glared at me.
"Stiles it's been four hours."
"What?"
"It's not working. Let's just call it a day."
"No, we have to keep going!"
"Stiles we have to get home. The curfew remember?"
"Just give me a few more minutes, I almost got it."
I heard the tick in his heart and knew he was lying. Before I could call him out on it he raised his arm and pointed off into the distance.
"Scott and Allison are a mile that way, Jackson and Lydia are by a creek and-"
"You're using the vibrations in the ground to find them," I said.
"What?"
I showed him my phone. "I know where everyone is thanks to the pack GPS."
Stiles might not be able to track them by their chi but he had learned to use vibrations by watching Avatar. Toph was his favorite, both for her power of the Earth and for her snarky attitude. He used to walk barefoot for months when we were younger so he could emulate her.
"Damn it!" he yelled. "All I want is to find this stupid fox and stop all this racist bullshit is that too much to ask!"
He began to pace around, his arms flew wildly around and the ground began to tremble.
"I am so sick of people treating me like I am about to stab them or something! I can't believe one murderous fox is all it takes to turn the town against us! Does this shit happen when a Werewolf goes nuts?"
"Maybe you need to go about it this a different way," I suggested.
"What do you mean?"
I motioned to the ground which was still shaking. "Maybe you need to tap into your emotions a little more. Focus on your anger and your frustration, use it to give you strength. You want to find the killer? Find the pack, tap into the desire you have to find the fox."
He took a deep breath. "You're right. I've been doing this wrong. I need to stop thinking about finding the pack and think about finding the fox. One more time?"
"Sure."
He put the plug and blindfold back on and I handed him his helmet. "You got this," I told him.
I pecked him on the lips and placed the helmet back over his head. Stiles put the helmet on and I said a quick prayer that something would happen to help him. I know this is important to him and I want him to succeed. Even though I hate the thought of him getting involved. Stiles has a bad habit of attracting trouble and part of me fears the killer will come for him.
Stiles clenched his fist so tight his knuckles turned white. Finally, he relaxed and took off his helmet and blindfold. I knew right away from the defeated look on his face that he hadn't been able to do it.
"Call the others, let's go home."
Despite today's poor results we had all agreed to try again tomorrow. I knew Stiles was really bummed his plan didn't work. He always felt like he had to be the one to save the world. I loved him for that. For always wanting to be the first one on the scene, to spend hours doing research on cold cases when he should be doing his homework.
With luck and more training Stiles plan might work. What he is trying to do is more advanced and requires more time to learn. All supernaturals have great powers, some of our abilities come naturally but others just need to be learned or taught.
It was getting late and I was driving past the park when something caught my eye. The park was empty, not surprising given the curfew. But all alone on one of the swings was a little girl. I didn't see anyone around and slowed down. I pulled over and got out. I scanned the area one more time but didn't see anyone else.
"Hey, kid!" I called.
No response.
"Hey!" I yelled louder. "Kid, where's your parents?"
Still no response. I pulled out my cellphone and was about to call Noah and tell him to send one of his deputies when she turned to face me. I froze as she looked at me, recognizing her all too well.
"Alicia?"
She stood up and ran off.
"Alicia wait!"
I ran after her calling her name as I ran. Part of me knew it couldn't be her. She was dead. Dead because I hadn't been paying attention to her. Because I hadn't been there when she fell through the ice. Because I had been trying to talk to some kids I thought were cool and was too damned desperate to get some friends. Because I broke my promise when I said I would watch all the cool new tricks she had been practicing because Alicia loved to skate and wanted to become an Olympic skater one day.
I got the job at ice-rink because of her. I felt closer to her, as masochistic as that sounds. I also work there to keep an eye on the kids. To make sure no one was left unprotected.
My family had buried her five years ago, we had dressed her in her favorite Disney Princess dress. Tiana was her favorite because she wasn't always a princess and worked hard to earn her own restaurant. "I'm going to work hard just Tiana and become the best ice-skater ever!"
"Alicia!" I yelled.
I was somewhere in the woods now. I had lost sight of her. I tried to follow her scent but there wasn't anything. To track.
"Alicia!" I yelled again.
She couldn't be alive. But strange things happen in this town all the time. Hell, I remember last year when we went to Canaan for Halloween; big mistake.
"Boyd." I turned to see Stiles walking through the woods. "Boyd, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Me? What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I heard you screaming. What is going on?" he asked.
"I saw Alicia," I said.
"What?"
"I saw her Stiles. I swear, she was in the playground and ran off!"
Stiles looked around. "Look, Let's get back to your car."
"No, we have to find her!" I argued.
"Boyd there is a killer on the loose and you're seeing your dead sister. Come on." he grabbed my face and pulled me closer. I could smell his breath and it smelled funny. "It's not safe out Boyd."
Something wrapped around me, tying my legs and arms, pinning them together. I was lifted up in the air and pushed back, several whitetails had sprouted from Stiles lower back and his eyes had turned into blue slits. "You never know what is out in these woods."
Stiles
I took a long sip of Mel's nasty tea. It was supposed to help calm my nerves but so far it only made me want to throw up. Scott was rubbing my back soothingly while we sat in the McCall living room. I knew something was wrong the moment I went to school.
Boyd was absent, I couldn't get hold of him. With a killer running around the pack had strict instructions on keeping in contact. Derek had torn ripped into Jackson when he hadn't answered Lydia when she tried calling him. Prissy little prick thought getting a mani-pedi was too important. Though the ass chewing he got from Lydia was even better.
When I was told to go to the principles office (something I was very familiar with) I knew when I saw my dad waiting for me this wasn't me getting in trouble again. Scott was with him and they both had troubled expressions on their faces. I knew right away something had happened to him. The good news was he isn't dead.
They had found his car abandoned by the park. It must have happened right after he dropped me off from yesterdays tragedy. Derek had already been notified and the pack was working to find Boyd. But they won't find him, all this time and not a single clue has come up.
"We'll find him, Stiles don't worry," Dad said.
"Rafe is coming and he is bringing a whole FBI team with him," Mel said. "Apparently we are dealing with a supernatural serial killer."
"You mean this has happened before?" Scott asked.
"Apparently the fox moves from town to town and stirs up trouble. Blames the local fox population and gets the populace going after them. Then while the locals and the foxes are tearing into one another the killer slips out of town."
"Does this killer have a name?" I asked.
"They call him the White Fox. Apparently those lucky enough to see him describe him as having fur as white as snow."
"He's going to kill him. He's going to eat his liver or drain his life-force or maybe both and all I'm doing is sitting here drinking tea!"
I slammed the cup on the table. The whole room began to shake. The photos on the wall rattled dangerously and the china on tables began to edge dangerously close to the edge.
"Stiles calm down," Dad said.
"How can I be calm dad?" I asked him. "Yesterday he was safe and now he's been captured by some crazy fucker who even the FBI can't catch!"
He placed his hands on my shoulders. "We will find him, I swear on your mothers grave!"
"You can't promise that dad!"
"Yes I can!"
"How?"
"Because I couldn't live with myself if I failed you!"
Ever have one of those moments when you are so full of anger and frustration and you feel like you could just rage and scream for the rest of eternity but then suddenly it just leaves you and you feel like a balloon that has been deflated? Yeah, that's how I felt.
I sagged and he caught me before my knees could hit the ground. The house settled and Mel walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Tell you what, I'll go order a pizza. You can spend the next couple of nights with us while your dad finds Boyd."
"I'll call Derek and see if they found anything," Scott said.
"Please find him, dad I can't lose him, not like this. I can't live knowing he is going to suffer like the others."
"It will be fine, I promise," Dad whispered kissing the top of my head.
After that, he left. Scott called Derek and I wasn't even disappointed when he had nothing to report. I needed hope to feel disappointment. Mel called the hospital to let them know she wasn't coming in. She wanted to look after me. She's always been like a mom, always fussing over how I dressed, making sure I ate. Hugging me when I felt down about myself. But even she couldn't help me through this.
I told her Scott and I would go grab the pizzas. Even though they could be delivered I convinced her I needed some fresh air. Scott and I hopped into Roscoe and drove to grab the Pizza's. The drive was silent, normally we would be jabbering away about school, our love lives, our plans for the future, the next hero movie.
Instead, we were quiet. When we pulled up to the pizza shop Scott didn't immediately get out, instead, he placed his hand over top of mine as it shook on the gear shift. "We'll find him, Stiles."
"Thanks, bud," I replied.
He smiled and got out. Once he walked through the door I put the jeep in reverse and sped off, almost hitting another car in my haste. I knew they wouldn't find this White Fox. At least not in time to save him.
I had to find him, my only hope was the ley-lines. My plan had not worked out so well, but they were my only hope of finding him. The ley-lines were underground currents of power. Similar to a river they can change over time. But all of them lead to one thing: a Nemeton.
They are kind of like linchpins for the lines. When enough of them cross over a spot it creates a Nemeton. They are powerful objects of spiritual power, there was a reason why so many cultures worshiped trees. A Nemeton was not something to be trifled with. Their power was so great that the supernatural are instinctively drawn to them.
If I could use the Nemeton of Beacon Hills I could, in theory, use all the ley-lines connected to it to try and find Boyd. In theory that is. I can't even begin to think of all the ways this could go wrong. At best nothing will happen. But the Nemeton can be very unpredictable, I could very well die trying to use the damn thing.
But I had to try. I would never forgive myself for never doing everything in my power to find Boyd. And when I find him I am going to bury the Kumiho for laying its hands on my man.
Boyd
My toes were barely able to touch the floor as I dangled from the chains which were attached to my wrists. I wasn't sure where I was, the Kumiho had squeezed me until I lost consciousness. Now here I was. But I wasn't alone.
There was a man in front of me. A coyote by the smell of him. He laid on the floor, he wasn't chained and his eyes were open but he was totally unresponsive. He smelled sickly like he was on the verge of death.
There was a series of clicking sounds and the circular door in front of me opened. A woman walked in with skin and hair white as snow. The whites of her eyes were pitch black and her iris's were slited-frosty blue. Nine white tails trailed behind her, floating like seaweed in the water. Her hair flowed down her back to her waist and she wore a pair of black jean shorts that showed off her slender legs and a tank top that covered her breasts but left her arms and stomach bare.
"Oh, you're awake," she said as she walked in.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Beacon Hills First National Bank. Or rather what's left of it."
I know about this place. It was shut down three months after it opened when it was robbed. That was several years ago and the place has been abandoned since.
"Such a shame really, it really is a lovely place. But it serves as a good place to hide away while I hunt." She knelt in front of the man, running her hand over his mouth and chest. "It's about time I move on. I've been here long enough. You and he will be my last meal."
She bent down and kissed the man deep. The top of his neck began to glow and he began to spasm. When she pulled back there was a glowing pearl sticking to the tip of her tongue. Once she removed it from his mouth his heart stopped beating. She swallowed the pearl and her whole body began to glow. Starting from her throat and spreading outwards, illuminating her nervous system and some of her internal organs.
"Damn that was good. He was an Alpha so he packed a lot more juice. Was a bit harder to catch than you. Coyotes are tricksters. More difficult to catch but it makes for a more enjoyable meal if the hunt is more difficult. Granted it's more of a risk hunting tricksters but what better way to test ones skills?"
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I have had many names over the years. But now I am called Sung. Or as I am more commonly called the White Fox."
"You have been turning the town against the foxes, why?"
She giggled. "To cover my tracks. But also because it is fun. People are so dumb, so easily manipulated with some doubt, uncertainty, and good old fashioned fear. Foxes are proud creatures and easily offended. So while I get the locals all fearful and they project their frustration on the foxes who in turn strike back for the slights they receive which of course only adds fuel to the fire. A wonderful little system. I always leave little clues and hints to keep the paranoia up. While everyone is busy fighting I continue my hunt and once I am done I move on leaving devastation in my wake."
"So you're some kind of Nogitsune then?" I asked.
She giggled, harder this time. "You mean those adorable little Kitsune?" she shook her head, "oh no. I am just a simple Kumiho. Living a wicked life to satisfy my desires."
"But why do all this?"
She sighed. "Always the same with you lot. 'Why are you doing this?' 'Why do you kill?'. I do it because it's fun. Because I enjoy using my skill to lure in unsuspecting and dangerous prey to satisfy my desire for flesh and life. Growing stronger with each feast. I so miss the early days, before humans had their technology. It's such a pain trying to hunt when all it takes is one call to file a missing persons report. And don't even get me started on these damn Hunters.
Her nails elongated into nasty talons that looked like they belonged on some great cat. She looked down at the body of the man she had killed, a hungry expression in her eyes.
"Now I am going to take what I want from this body. Then I will do the same to you and before I leave this place. A nice Alpha coyote with a Beta wolf chaser to tide me down before I go into hiding."
Stiles
Despite drawing in the supernatural the Nemeton wasn't easy to find. For us the draw was purely instinct, most don't even realize they are drawn here. Nemetons' also had the ability to keep themselves hidden if they wanted. Because they apparently had some kind of consciousness to chose to keep themselves from being discovered. But when you have supernatural senses you can find them even if you are clocked.
Not that I needed them, I have always been able to sense the Nemeton. By following the ley-lines I could find it. It felt like walking on a fast moving river.
I had ditched my jeep and was walking in the woods. My phone was vibrating like crazy. I can imagine the look of confusion on Scott's face when he walked out to find me missing. I had turned my GPS off but I knew it was only a matter of time before they found me. Knowing Scott he would have Danny find me.
By the time I found the Nemeton I was sweating. I had never been so close to it and I could feel the telluric currents pulling me in. My feet moved with a mind of their own and I just let them lead me right to it.
Stopping was a little difficult but I managed. I needed to prepare myself. What I was about to do was incredibly dangerous and stupid. I was messing with something I couldn't comprehend. But it was my only hope of finding Boyd.
As I began to walk towards it I sensed something coming my way through the vibrations. Judging from the number and how fast they were running it must be Derek and the others.
I hopped onto the Nemeton, once it had been a glorious oak tree, then some well-meaning idiots cut it down, thinking destroying it would end the constant stream of shifters coming and going into Beacon Hills. Of course, they didn't know how connected a Nemeton was to the land and once they chopped it down the town was hit with an earthquake that left it in ruins.
Now all that was left was a large stump, but even this stump still had power and I needed it to find Boyd. Standing on it made my whole body vibrate.
"Stiles!"
Derek, Cora, Isaac, and Erica burst through the woods. I raised my hand and the ground in front of them softened and they began to sink. Once they were to their waists I solidified the ground and trapped them.
"Stiles let us go!" Erica yelled.
"Stiles you can't do this, you don't know what you're doing!" Derek roared.
"I have to do this for Boyd!" I yelled back.
I brought my hand to my mouth and bit as hard as I could. When the taste of iron began to fill my mouth I let go and allowed the blood to fall onto the Nemeton. Druids often made blood sacrifices for various rituals. If I was going to tap into the Nemetons power I was going to need to shed some blood.
"My name is Mieczyslaw Stilinsky, I offer you my blood in return for help in locating the one I love."
Boyd had told me not to hold back, to tap into my emotions; so I let it all out.
I stopped holding my power back and just let it out.
My aura appeared, taking the form of a brown fox, I felt the vibrations of even the smallest insects and the worms that lived in the dirt. I called forth to the power of the Earth herself, hoping something would respond. Not to manipulate or control, but to help me in my hour of most dire need.
I felt the flow of the ley-lines and let them carry me. Suddenly I wasn't just here, but I was everywhere. My mind was bombarded with images of different places. Not just in Beacon Hills but all over the world where the currents met and crossed. From the bottom of the ocean to the lush tropical jungles and the barren desserts I saw. I felt blood begin to pool from my eyes as the visions flooded through me.
I tried to pull back, but it was like fighting against a riptide. The currents were trying to pull me into too many directions and if I didn't focus it would tear my mind apart. I thought of Boyd, of his smile, of the feel of his arms holding me, of the taste of his sweat on my tongue, of the first time we ever made love, when he told me of the guilt he carried for the death of his little sister.
My focus began to narrow and the visions began to decrease. It was still overwhelming to be in so many places at once and I had to keep focused on Boyd. He was my anchor, the only thing keeping my consciousness from being shredded. I tried to keep focused but my mind was all over the place. I began to think of dad and the visions began to focus on places where he could be within the currents. One of them was the station, several deputies were there but he wasn't, no he was in his car on his way here. I could feel his worry, his fear.
I thought of Scott and the visions changed, he was back at his place, Melissa was comforting him and I could feel his guilt. I felt a jolt of shame for putting him through this.
Focus! I hear Boyd speak, ever the voice of reason even when he wasn't with me. If you can find them you can find me.
Boyd's smile, the sound of his voice, the taste of him, the feel of him, the joy in my heart when he is in the same room as me.
That's right. You can do this Stiles!
Boyd always believed in me, always supported me and cheered me on, even when I failed he never let me feel sorry for myself or allow me to lose.
Find a way to win Stiles. Take something even when you lose. Learn from your failure. What didn't you do right?
I was too young to find a persons chi on my own. But with the Nemeton I could learn to do it using the ley-lines and it was working. I found dad and Scott so easily, I barely thought of them and there they were. So why was Boyd so hard to Find?
It must be the Kumiho. No doubt using their magic to protect their location. No wonder they had remained hidden.
"Boyd...show me, Boyd!" I hissed. I squeezed more blood from my hand onto the Nemeton. It was so hungry, it was desperate for power so it could heal itself.
I could feel the Nemeton wanting to help, but it was still weak. If it was still intact this would be so much easier. The visions were starting to narrow but I don't know how much longer I can take this.
One of the visions was fuzzy. The more I focused on it the more blurred it became. It must be where the Kumiho is hiding. But where is it?
I took the vision and concentrated on it. This was where Boyd was, I could feel it. I pushed through the magic that was obscuring it and I found myself in a room. It was dark and Boyd was hanging from the ceiling, his arms locked in chains and keeping his eyes closed so he wouldn't have witness the horror happening in front of him.
A woman was tearing into the corpse of a man, she held his liver in one hand and his heart in another. Once she finished she stood up, licking her fingers and she began to walk over to Boyd. "Time for that chaser."
Boyd struggled, trying to free himself. The woman laughed and her image began to change until she was a perfect image of me, except her eyes and the tails that trailed behind you. "Don't think I am not without mercy. I will let you stare into the face of the one you love the most before you die."
She wrapped her tails around him to keep him in place, her tongue slithered out with a glowing pearl at the tip.
"Stiles!"
I was looking up at the darkening sky and a very worried and angry looking Derek. The pack had managed to get themselves out of the ground.
"Stiles you idiot!"
"Boyd...I saw him," I hiccuped.
"Where?" Derek asked.
"First National Bank. The Kumiho has started to feed on him."
Derek drove my jeep as we headed for the bank. I sat in the passenger seat while the others sat in the back. I was still wiping blood from my eyes.
"That was really stupid Stiles!" Derek growled.
"Say it again Sourwolf I'm still just going to give you snark."
"I should take you to your dad."
"And waste time saving Boyd?"
"Are you sure he is at the bank?" Isaac asked.
"I recognized the symbol on the wall. My dad worked the case when the bank was robbed. At first, they thought the crime was supernatural until they found out it was an inside job. The bank has been abandoned but sometimes homeless and junkies go there to crash. Add the fact the White Fox has been using her magic to stay hidden. I think she has been drawing on the power of the ley-lines that connect there to increase the power of her spell."
"So basically we're going to the dungeon to fight the boss," Erica said.
"Exactly," I replied.
"No offense but you don't look like you are ready to fight a schoolyard bully let alone a fox spirit," Cora said.
"This thing is powerful. She's been killing people for centuries to make herself stronger. She was able to take out an Alpha Werecoyote all by herself, who knows what other magic she has."
"If the pearl is already inside Boyd will he die if we pull it out?" Derek asked.
"I don't know. In some cases, people were able to swallow the pearl and gain the power and knowledge it held. We should call Deaton. He might know more."
"Way ahead of you," Cora said as she texted on her phone.
By the time we pulled up to the bank we had already made the calls to dad and Deaton. They and a mini-army of Hunters and police would be here soon. The second I got out of the jeep and touched the ground with my feet I gasped.
I could feel the pack, not their vibrations but their energy. I could feel Derek's alpha power connecting him to Cora, Isaac, and Erica and I could sense Boyd inside. But I also felt a dark presence that made my stomach churn.
"Stiles, what is it?" Erica asked.
"I did it...I learned how to sense chi," I said.
"How?" Isaac asked.
"When I used the Nemeton I must have unlocked the power. I can sense all of you. I jumped back in and the connection ended. I jumped out and as soon as I made contact with the ground I felt everything. Vibrations, chi, ley-lines.
I really did learn the power!
"Can you sense Boyd?" Derek asked.
"Yes, he's alive. But I sense the White Fox too. She's powerful...and totally fucking evil."
Erica handed me a bag she had grabbed from the back of the jeep. A little something I keep in case of emergencies.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked.
I reached into the bag and pulled out a rock. "Let's go save Boyd."
Isaac, Erica and I made our way into the bank. It was quiet, Isaac and Erica were looking around. I could tell from the way they moved their heads they were trying to hear anything.
"Boyd's in there," I whispered pointing to the vault.
"Where is the White Fox?" Erica asked.
"I don't know. She has too much chi," I said.
"Probably from all the people she killed," Erica hissed.
"Let's split up," Isaac said.
"Are you for real?" I spat.
"What?"
"You seriously want us to split up when we are in a creepy abandoned bank with a homicidal fox running around?" Erica asked.
Isaac had the good grace to look at us with a sheepish expression. "Good point."
We made out way to the vault, being careful of any traps. We foxes can be tricky bastards. We love playing tricks and causing mischief. I shudder to think of what tricks the White Fox can think of. I did a lot of research into the Kumiho. According to older texts the Kumiho were once a benevolent people but something caused many of them to become malevolent. Some say it was the humans who were cruel to them, others say it was because Nogitsune migrated to Korea during the Japanese occupation.
Some believe it was these and more that drove many Kumiho to darker ways to obtain power to protect themselves from threats.
Taking others life-force can grant you power, but it can also fuck you up pretty bad.
We made it to the vault door but before we could even try and open it a voice called out. "Hello, my pretties."
We turned to see the White Fox standing with her hands behind her back. I had to admit, she was beautiful. It seemed preposterous that something so beautiful could be so vile. But nature had designed some of the deadliest predators to be beautiful. Makes it easier to attract prey.
"Now what are two precious little wolves and an adorable little fox doing in an old abandoned bank all by themselves hmm?" Her tails moved hypnotically behind her like cobras. "This place was cleaned out years ago, though I did find a quarter on the floor when I first came here. Might have belonged to the tramp that was squatting here when I showed up. Didn't bother eating him and there was hardly any life left to drain from him."
"What have you done to Boyd?" Isaac asked.
"Oh, I got him simmering in there. The yeowu guseul takes time to drain the qi from a person. Shifters tend to have a lot more and that fine specimen is very virile. As you well know...Stiles."
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"I don't need my pearl to get into someones head. I rather enjoyed going through his head." She began to fan herself with her hand. "They could write stories about you two. You really found yourself one hell of a man."
"It's Boyd's ability to love that makes him perfect. If it wasn't for that I wouldn't be with him. Now give him back!"
"Tell you what, I'll take you right to him. Just as soon as you tell me how you found me." her smile melted and her eyes narrowed. Suddenly she looked less beautiful and a lot more terrifying. "This place is protected. The police have been outside looking for clues and never thought to come in and look. Yet somehow you three just waltzed right in."
"We followed the smell of crazy bitch," Erica said.
"Nice one babe," Isaac said with a proud smile.
"Hmm, since you two are Werewolves I doubt you have the brains or the power to track me."
"Oh fuck you!" Isaac growled.
She turned her gaze to me. "That leaves clever, brilliant Stiles. You must have learned to track chi. You're not the first earth Kitsune I have met who could do such a thing. They thought they were powerful enough to hunt me down and in the end, I gobbled their livers."
"Yeah, well did those Kitsune have friends helping them?" I asked.
Isaac and Erica shifted, they roared and flicked their fingers, bringing out their claws.
"And what do you have little fox?" she asked. "Are you too weak to defend yourself?"
"My name is Stiles Stilinski." I unzipped my bag and let it fall to the floor. A dozen rocks floated out and began to circle around me. "And I am not weak."
Boyd
I could feel the pearl in the back of my throat. Once Sung had inserted it into me I instantly felt it begin to leech off my energy. I tried to spit it out but no matter how much I tried I couldn't get the damn thing out.
I could hear the sounds of fighting outside, my pack was here and knowing Stiles he was here as well.
BAM.
The hell was that?
BAM.
Was that Stiles shaking the bank?
BAM.
No. It's getting louder. It almost sounds like someone is punching the wall. Can't be. You'd have to be crazy strong to be able to do that. That wall has to be about-
BAM.
The wall exploded in a shower of dust and broken concrete. Derek and Cora jumped through, Derek's knuckles were bloody but they were quickly healing.
"Boyd!" Cora ran over and raised my head up. She opened my mouth and gasped when she looked inside. "Derek it's in him!"
"Let's take him outside. Deaton will be here soon."
"What about the others?" she asked as Derek helped her get me out of the chains.
"I'll go back and help them once I get you and Boyd out to the jeep."
Just then the vault door began to open. Sung stepped through the doorway, carrying Stiles with one hand and Isaac and Erica with her tails. "Get your hands off my meal you damn dirty wolves!" she snarled.
Derek roared and was about to jump at her when she held her claws to Stiles throat. "Back off."
"Boyd," Stiles whimpered.
"You should be proud. Your pack has fought well. But I have spent centuries honing my skills. But time is of the essence so leave now and you can live."
"How about you take your fucking pearl out of Boyd and leave!" Cora snarled.
"Of course I will, once it has absorbed every bit of life-force he has," Sung said.
Stiles struggled in her grasp, even after being captured he was trying to escape, refusing to give up. Seeing him helpless in her grasp made me think of Alicia. She would have loved Stiles. She was stubborn like him, refusing to give up. Always working hard until she won.
My stupidity had cost her, her life. I would not lose Stiles because I had been dumb enough to run after the illusion of my dead sister.
Tales tell about people who were lucky enough to swallow it before they were killed and gained great knowledge and power
But how? This damn thing is wedged into my throat and no matter how hard I try I can't seem to swallow it!
Perhaps I am thinking about this wrong. I have been trying to force it. Any of her victims would try and spit the damn thing out. Perhaps I should try not to fight it.
I relaxed my muscles, I took a deep breath. I went limp and relaxed. I blocked out the sounds around me and instead focused on the feeling in the back of the throat. I had to stop thinking it as some vile instrument of death.
Right now it was my only way to save my pack because I don't doubt this bitch will kill them.
I won't lose any more loved ones...never again.
I took a deep breath and let the saliva gather in my mouth, keeping my throat open I tipped my head back. I imagined I had a large juicy grape in my mouth and let the spittle slide down my throat. I felt the pearl begin to dislodge. I took a breath of air and swallowed.
The pearl moved down and I felt it slide all the way down into my belly.
then I felt it explode outward with pure, raw power.
Millions of images flooded my mind. Memories of all Sung's victims, all their memories and all their knowledge filled my brain, my mind began to swell with information, things I never understood suddenly made sense, mathematical equations, farming techniques, poetry, battle strategies, linguistics, astrology, herbology, parascientology, crafting, architecture, smithing, and so much more. No wonder she was so damn smart, she had been stealing the wisdom of her victims!
But it was not just my mind that was supercharged, it was also my body. Every cell of my being was saturated with centuries worth of stolen energy. I threw my head back and howled, the very Earth seemed to tremble as I took Sung's power for myself. I felt like I had taken a bite from the moon itself, the power was absolutely terrifying and so fucking amazing!
No wonder Sung loved killing so much if this was what she felt each time. This was better than the flesh and blood of a fresh kill. This truly was life itself.
My body began to change and shift, growing until I towered over everyone in the room. My clothes ripped falling to the floor in tatters. Bones shifted and rearranged themselves, my teeth shifted and my claws grew.
"What have you done!" Sung screamed.
"Oh my God, he's an Alpha!" Cora yelled.
Stiles
Boyd's eyes glowed crimson. He had grown taller and his arms had grown thicker, his claws were thicker now and his lower jaw was more jutting and the canines were more pronounced. Hair grew from between his brows and spread to cover the top of his head to his lower back and most of his arms and legs.
Alpha Werewolves were able to turn into monstrous beasts that you usually only saw in the movies. But Boyd wasn't an Alpha, yet his eyes had the same crimson glare.
"Damn you!"
The White Fox tossed us into the vault and slammed the door shut. The others ran over to us, Boyd touched me, taking my pain. "Are you all right?" he asked, his voice deep.
"Yeah. Bitch was tough."
I looked him up and down, amazed by what I saw. My eyes were especially drawn to his groin. Everything got bigger and better.
"I'm going to kill her!" he growled.
He helped me up and walked over to the vault door, bringing his fist back he knocked the whole damn thing right off and jumped out.
"How the hell did this happen...and can I get in on it?" Issac asked.
"He managed to swallow her pearl. He absorbed the power it held," I said.
"So Boyd evolved like a Pokemon when you use a stone," Erica said.
"Pretty much."
There was a roar and we ran out to see Boyd and fighting with the White Fox. She had shed her human form and was a monstrous she-fox beast. They wrestled around, clawing and scratching at one another. Boyd was always a good fighter but now he was fighting with a style and skill that spoke of years of practice.
He was slowly winning, without the yeowu guseul powering her she didn't stand a chance. She tried using her tails to ensnare them but Boyd ripped them to shreds. The police were only minutes away, I could sense the vibrations of their cars. But by the time they get her, things will be finished.
I stepped forward and summoned the rocks. Before when we fought she had been able to dodge them easily. But now?
I flung them at her, two hit her in the chest, three in her gut and another in her right kneecap. Another hit the side of her face, causing her jaw to become unhinged; Boyd grabbed her jaw and ripped it off, then drove it right into her head.
She fell to the floor, unmoving. Boyd threw his head back and roared. Derek and the others howled and my own fox aura shined in response.
The White Fox's reign of terror was finally over.
Boyd and I laid together in the hospital bed. We were both fine. Boyd had been examined by both medical doctors and by Deaton. He was in perfect health. His eyes still glowed crimson. He still had the power given to him by the yeowu guseul.
We had all given our statements and after dad got done chastising me he hugged me and told me how he was proud of me. Boyd and I were going to be very famous, the reporters were waiting for us to come out so they could bombard us with questions.
"Erica is jealous, she says we both leveled up," I said.
"Mm."
"I can sense chi, you are an Alpha. Mondays usually suck but I think this was a win."
"Mm."
"What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"Everything. I still have all the memories of her victims. I have all this knowledge and I don't know what to do with it."
I snuggled closer to his neck. He had been able to shift back. A bunch of Sung's victims had been Alphas who could transform. So Boyd could use his new powers like a pro.
Deaton said the yeowu guseul had helped make Boyd into an Alpha. Boyd had asked if they could take it out but Deaton said Boyd had fully absorbed it. Boyd wasn't happy about it, he didn't like using the power Sung had killed. But he didn't have a choice now. It was his whether he wanted it or not.
"Don't worry, I'll help you figure it all out."
"I want to do some good with this power I have. I want to give all those deaths meaning."
"You will, you're a good person."
He ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm very proud of you Stiles. You really are amazing."
I sighed in contentment.
Sung was gone but she had forever changed our lives. Derek offered to mentor Boyd, but he didn't need it thanks to the wisdom he absorbed. He had no plans to start his own pack. Before he could he had to get a license and would need to go to a school for that.
I was learning to hone my new power, with it I could help save a lot of lives. Next time some psycho thinks they can abduct people I will be able to find them. No one would come to my town and kill and escape justice.
Sung is gone and the foxes have been cleared. Boyd and I survived and have come out stronger than ever. Now we can both work together to help keep our home safe and protect others from monsters.
And as soon as we get home we are going to break in Boyd's new Alpha form. Definitely going to enjoy that.
Fusedtwilight: If you would like to read more stories with Kumiho I recommend the Dragon Peral by Yoon Ha Lee.
Next chapter with feature Celestial Kitsune Stiles falling for bad boy Aiden.
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