#sometimesbatman

                                                           @sometimesbatman​ ”We need to find him-- I don’t care what it takes, I want my son back, Scott,” Noah pleads, a glint of sadness in his eyes, but anger enveloping most of his being. Scott persisted in being calm, a comforting hand reaching forward to grip the other’s shoulder, offering a reassuring nod. “We’ll find him, okay?” There was no doubt behind Scott’s voice and even though he had no idea where to start due to Stiles spending months away in a different part of the country-- he knew nothing would stop him from finding his friend, nothing at all. Noah takes a deep breath in response to Scott’s consoling touch. “I know... I know you will... You always do.” Darkness consumed the forest, only bits and pieces of light sneaking through the bare parts within the trees. Scott ambled through the Beacon Hills preserve carefully, fingers clutching onto his fully charged cell phone in hopes he would hear Stiles’ selected ringtone . The Alpha had no real destination, soon discovering the woods had a stillness to it. Considering this is where chaos lived-- where it usually manifested, this surprised him. It had been one of the reasons he took to the forest, a reason he trusted it to lead him to Stiles. It had been a week of a major upheaval. Life had suddenly been put on pause when the news of Stiles’ disappearance came to light. No one had been expecting it and when everyone began communicating, it only had gotten worse. Scott had been the one who last heard from him, it involving a simple and short conversation over text of their arrival dates in Beacon Hills for summer vacation. Tickets had been bought and plans had been made, them ending it with how excited they were to head back home. A couple weeks had passed without a word, and Scott’s suspicion had peaked when Noah called and asked if he had heard from his son. From there, the school reported him a no-show and that’s when Noah reported him MISSING. Lydia had even pulled away from her hectic life at MITl in order to drive up to DC, talk to his dorm-mate, teachers, classmates, anyone who had the slightest contact with him. Unfortunately, it had lead to a dead end. "It’s as if he disappeared out of thin air, Scott.” Scott was just waiting for any call with information on Stiles, pushing away any doubts that may have tried crawling into his head. With everyone around him losing their minds, slowly but surely considering Stiles gone, he had to be the one to remain hopeful. He didn’t care how long it took, he promised he would bring Stiles back and that’s what he intended to do. Hours had wore on, the Alpha ignoring several texts from his mother and even a call from Liam who ended up leaving an awkward voicemail. In order to keep anyone from worrying about him though, he sent both of them a text that said he’d be home soon, but it would most likely be sunrise before he returned. But that was a detail left out for the sake of any arguments, there was no time. Eventually finding himself at the Hale house, the place more in shambles than the last time he had seen it, he aimlessly walks up to the front porch. Before he reached the door, he comes to a abrupt halt when he hears a strangled howl a mile or so away. Irises glazed over to a brilliant red, head snapping in the direction the howl was coming from, the echo it provided somewhat familiar. Without a missing beat, Scott turns hops over the flight of stairs and makes way for the sound, the wolf inside him taking over; intuition telling him he needed to find the source.