Chapter 1- Your fault

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"IT'S YOUR ENTIRE FAULT!" Yelled an enraged Scott as his once puppy dog brown eyes filled with rage and sadness as they flashed a crimson red.

He throw a chair at me, I was only just quick enough to dodge it.

"I didn't kill her." I retorted

"YOU WERE TOO WEAK AND VOID POSSESSIED YOU AND YOU KILLED ALLISON!"

"YOU USELESS HUMAN!" Scott my best friend yelled as he got his claws and cut my eyebrow before Isaac could pull him back.

"Scott be reasonable, I loved Allison to but killing Stiles isn't the answer, he is your best friend ."

"Beside Void's oni killed her not Stiles." Isaac said in my defence

"HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU LOVED HER WHEN YOUR STOPPING ME FROM AVENGEING HER!" H e roared as his sharp fangs showed

"KILLING HIM WON'T BRING HER BACK, YOU WILL ONLY LOSE MORE!" Isaac yelled trying to get the message through his thin skull

"YOU OUT OF THE PACK BOTH OF YOU."

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT SCOTT, IT'S NOT JUST YOUR PACK EVEN IF YOU ARE THE ALPHA." Yelled Isaac as I watched on in horror

The pack was like the family I needed after everything that happened with the Kanima and Ms. Blake. The pack protect each other.

"YOU NOT PACK SINCE THE MOMENT YOU SIDED WITH THAT MURDER." Yelled Scott as he tried to cut me with his claws but then the one person I never thought would save me did. Creepy Uncle Zombie Wolf or for short Peter Hale. Peter caught Scott's hand before he could hurt me.

"Now, now Scott that's not the way a true Alpha works." Said Peter in almost a teasing manner

"YOU SIDING WITH HIM, I GET IT MURDERS GOT TO STICK TOGETHER." Scott said making Peter's eyes glow an unnatural copper blue.

"Father what do you think you are doing siding with the weak human?" asked his daughter Malia with a hiss

"You see my dear daughter pack is the family you choose you can't just get rid of a piece because it's body has done something wrong and my dear, Isaac and I chose our pack long before you came." Peter said in a calm touting manner as he helped me up from the floor were I was trying to make myself as small as possible

"He isn't even a werewolf." Said Lydia, my crush with stone cold eyes which made my heart shatter into a million pieces.

I know it she never loved me. Will I ever be loved? I thought to myself before a voice in the back of my head which said "No stiles you are to broken to be loved."

I felt my heart beat still unsteady from all the rage directed to me from my now ex-pack members.

"WE EXPECT YOU TO BE OUT OF BEACON HILLS BY THE MORNING OR WE START HUNTING YOU DOWN.." Scott said before Mr Argent {Allison's father} walked in and cut scott off

"And what Scott hunt  your best friend down?"

"HE IS NOT MY BEST FRIEND NOT SINCE HE KILLED HER." Scott yelled in his face which made me cringe on the inside because this man just lost his daughter

"It'S NOT HIS FAULT ALLISON DIED, VOID COULD HAVE EASILY HAVE GOTTEN ALLISON AND STILES COULD HAVE DIED BUT NO IT WAS JUST THE WAY IT HAPPENED SCOTT, I LOST MY DAUGHTER, MY LAST REAL FAMILY MEMBER!" Mr Argent yelled as he walked over to Peter, Isaac and Me.

"Come on Boys were leaving,"

We leave the McCall household as we all load into a Silver SUV.

"So now what?" I asked

"I called you father before I got you Stiles and he believes that it is in your best interest that you leave Beacon Hills for awhile." Mr Argent explained

"I was listening into everything Scott did and said so I booked the four of us flights, we will be staying in my apartment there."

"What about my stuff from my room?" I asked

"I packed it up after I heard Scott was having a pack meeting tonight, it's in the back as we speak with the rest of our stuff." Answered Peter

"That's nice of you Peter, creepy but nice." I said to him making a small smirk pull on his lips

"I am sure as hell not going to miss the smell of Scott socks, I don't think he knows what soap is." Said Isaac causing me to let out a light laugh

"So Argent when our flight leaves?" asked Peter

"In 30 minutes."

"Great now Stiles tell me how's your French?" asked Peter

"Rusty, why?" I asked

"You may want to brush up on it." 

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