Title: For What I Have Lost

Summary: No one could meet his eye. No one wanted it to be him. He was one of the few people who still brought happiness to the village. But they kept to themselves lest one of their children be given to the wolves. AU Sterek.

Warnings: Rated M. Maybe smut, though probably not considering the ban that's going around. Male/Male: don't like don't read. It's that simple

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. If I did Sterek would have happened and Scott would be smarter and not so obsessed with Allison. Dax would have probably happened too…

Fog curled around the mountain while the ever white moon slowly swam across the night sky. No one knew why the fog came, it just did, and on the night of the full moon, this shroud of mist was especially lethal. Wolves lurked in the shadows cast by the tall trees that guarded our humble village. No one ever saw them, except for an unlucky few who saw moving shadows and out of place darkness. The wolves knew to keep themselves hidden so they could ambush any unlucky person who was careless enough to be outside the village. There was only one though who left the village at night during the full moon though. One who did not want to be there, but was there out of necessity: the sacrifice.

The sacrifice was our way of dealing with the wolves. The oracles of the mountains told us that if we sacrificed one person each month on the night of the full moon, the village would be spared. So the elders of the village agreed and the sacrifices began, and the village lived to see another month.

It had not been an easy practice. The sacrifices normally had a tendency to scream like a mad man and wake the entire town, alerting us to the newest sacrifice. The sacrifice would also panic and try to run and fight the guards that escorted the sacrifice outside of the village, but not tonight. Tonight the sacrifice was clam and marched with the guards down the main path that led to the gates. As they passed each house, the sacrifice caught glimpses of faces before candles were blown and out and the soft thuds of doors being barricaded were heard.

No one could meet his eye. No one wanted it to be him. He was one of the few people who still brought happiness to the village. But they kept to themselves lest one of their children be given wolves. The sacrifice was sad, at least wanting to stay good bye to the few people who were his friends, my friends. That's right, I was the sacrifice.

I was escorted outside of the village through the large wooden gates that served as our largest and only defense. Once outside the gates the guards released the mandatory manacles that were anchored around my wrists, and I was officially no longer part of the village. I was wolf-food.

That being done the guards started to head back to the safety of the village, or at least most of them did. One guard stopped about three paces in front of the sacrifice, before turning around and saying:

"I'm really sorry, Stiles. I never wanted it to be you."

I nodded, "I know, no one wants there to be a sacrifice, but we have to."

The guard nodded and started heading towards the gates before panic over came me and I choked out, "Chris!"

Chris turned. "Please," he paused, "Please make sure my dad eats. If I'm not there to make sure he does… I want to at least have someone to watch out for him. Since, you know…"

The second in command nodded and continued to the village, shutting the large wooden gates behind with a deep, echoing thud. I could feel it as soon as the gates closed: the shift in the air, a shift that turned the tides of fate. The hunter was being hunted, and it felt wrong. It felt like I had been forced to put on a slimy, moldy coat that didn't fit, an unpleasant and unwanted sensation that grated against your nerves and your very being.

I stood there letting it sink in. That I was all alone left to be eaten. It was a humbling thought. I decided that I at least wanted to appear that I had made an attempt to survive, for my dad's sake at least. I started walking towards the encroaching mist that had been blown away by the eddy of air caused by the opening and closing of the gates. I stopped at the edge of the mist and watched as small tendrils of air snaked their way closer to the village like roots in search of water. They wrapped around my ankles and shuddered. I took a deep breath and breached the mist.

The mist wasn't as dense as or as large as it looked, it was larger and denser. The miasma rose about a half a horse's height above me and I could only see about a door's width in front of me. However, I could still see the black silhouettes of the trees rising out of the gloom like gnarled ebony tombstones, marking the spot where each of the sacrifices had been slain. I shook such dark thoughts from my head and pressed forward.

As I continued through the mist, I noticed something peculiar. Nothing was attacking me. I even stopped for about five minutes and still nothing attacked me. I even kept checking behind me to make sure no black demonic figure with glowing red eyes came billowing out of the mist, charging at me with claws and fangs aimed at my throat. But nothing clawed or otherwise came out of the mist. I almost felt ripped off. This was the thing that we dread since we were able to understand words, and nothing happened. The only thing that moved was me.

Or so I thought. As I turned around from checking for screaming banshees once again, I saw a pair of glowing, electric-blue eyes cut through the mist. Terror came to me hard and fast, like the lash of a whip, as I locked eyes with the figure in the mist. Fear slowly burned away at me like molten lead as its eyes continued to burrow into mine. Then it smiled. I didn't actually see the beast smiling, but I could sense it as its eyes took on a malicious and playful quality. Then it faded back into the mist, like it had never even been there in the first place.

I fell to my knees and doubled over, retching. I continued to just be there on my hands and knees, shaking like a leaf in a storm. The motionless mist had lulled me into a false sense of security. Since I had not seen anything I had only assumed that nothing was there. I had let my guard down for an instant. And in that instant the unthinkable had happened. A wolf showed itself. But worse yet, it hadn't attacked. It smiled. It knew who I was. What I was. It knew.

I vomited again, and rolled away from the remains of my last meal. I pressed my face into the earth, trying to stave off a panic attack. Wolves were supposed to be dumb creatures. They were supposed come out of the mist and rip your throat out, not hide and play games. This was worse than any story or tale. Another rush of panic hit me as I wondered if she had been toyed with when she was sacrificed. I tasted bile and dismissed the thought from my head. I staggered to my feet and looked around.

The place where I had seen the wolf's eyes to find it still a blanket of fog. I started to turn around to go the other way, but stopped. I thought for a moment. Normally when you see something dangerous you turn around and walk in the other direction. If the wolf was playing with me wouldn't it know that and we lying in wait for me? I shuddered and decided to go towards where I had last seen the wolf.

I continued walking for what felt like a quarter of an hour. I did not look back. I had started to feel the faint inklings of hope again when movement off to my right caught my eye. I stopped. The blue eyes were back, but this time they were not playful. They were cold and calculating and… Irritated? Apparently it was not used to being outsmarted. I swallowed slowly as we continued to study each other. This time I could barely make out the vague silhouette of the animal. It was a large wolf; the top of its head probably would be just under my chest. Aside from that I could not tell, the mist obscuring the rest.

The wolf faded back into the back ground and I exhaled, not realizing I had been holding my breath. I started to turn around again, but stopped. Wouldn't the wolf expect me to do this? I took a step forward and stopped. Wouldn't the wolf know that I would know that it knew that I would turn around? Gah! This was making my brain hurt. I shook my head and leaned against the nearby tree. What would I do? What would the wolf do? I pondered this conundrum for a moment and to stifle a laugh. I needed to do something that the wolf would not expect. I would stay still. I would sit down and not move and hope to be invisible. The wolf would expect me to go somewhere so, I would stay put.

Sure, the wolf would come back, but for the moment I had beat it. I sat down, leaning my back against the tree and waited. I started to get really jumpy and I started second guessing myself. Was this really the best move? If I had continued straight it would have been the same as going left in regards to the wolf, so would that have confused it? After nearly giving myself a migraine, I stopped thinking about it, and focused on the world around me. And I listened. I listened for any sound, a snapping twig, soft thuds, anything.

I waited for the better part of about ten minutes before suddenly the wolf was there, next to me on the left. I was so startled I immediately scrambled backwards getting a good yard and a half between us before I stopped to just stare at the wolf. It was beautiful. Not a word you would usually use to describe wolves, but it fit. It had a coat of white fur that was tinted grey ever so slightly. I realized that it was almost the same color as the mist. I started wondering if had been following me all along. It could have simply just blended in with the background.

The wolf seemed to be amused and it gave a sort of wolfish smirk as it lifted up its upper lip revealing rows of shiny white teeth that looked like they could be used as knives. I gulped. Upon realizing I was no longer going to do anything slightly embarrassing it stopped its lupine smirk and moved so that it was completely facing me. It regarded me with a very quizzical expression and I just gawked back at it.

I decided that it was time to do something unexpected again and I jumped to my feet, flapping my arms and screeching like a banshee. My ploy worked as the wolf recoiled in surprise and I was allowed an opportunity to escape. I ran maybe a yard before I felt a sudden weight fall on my back causing me to crash to the earth. I closed my eyes and winced as I waited for the feeling of teeth tearing into flesh to start. It didn't. I risked glancing up. Nothing. I lifted my head a bit. I felt something breathing against the back of my neck. NOT nothing. I rolled over and looked at the wolf.

It looked at me with an expression that can only be described as flabbergasted. It just stared at me like I was some sort of freak show, which I guess I sort of was all things considered. The wolf continued to stare at me in puzzlement to the point where it actually cocked his head like a puppy. I couldn't help it. The over whelming stress, the fear, and that god damned cute look on the wolf's face brought me to it. I laughed. I laughed like I had never laughed before. I laughed so long and for so hard that I could barely breath and belly hurt.

The wolf continued to look flabbergasted and eyed me like a diseased rodent. I wiped my tears and looked at the wolf with his befuddled expression and I gave a couple of last chuckles before I calmed down enough to focus on the situation. The wolf raised the equivalent of an eyebrow at me as if asking if I was done. I don't know why, but I answered.

"Yes, I am done laughing," I said a little breathless.

The wolf cocked its head and eyed me suspiciously. "What?" I said, "I'm tired, I'm frazzled and it looks like you're talking to me, so you know what? I am going to talk to you. You don't have to listen but I am going to talk to you."

The wolf blinked. "I take that as a go ahead so. Are you going to eat me? Well I assure you that I do not taste very good. I'm all pale and skinny; I bet all my meat is stringy and unappetizing, so you definitely don't want to eat me. Besides if you wanted to eat me, you would have done it already" – The wolf adopted a troubled look – "So what gives? You not wolf enough to eat me? No, you're not. Are you sad that you lost your game? Well sort of lost it? It's ok, today was just an off day and OH MY GOD WHAY ARE YOU DOING?" I screamed as the wolf bent his head down and rolled me over with his snout. He then picked me up, very carefully like a pup, by the shirt and half-dragged/half-carried me to… to somewhere. I wasn't sure at the time.

"Um…. Not that you need respond, I mean really hope you don't respond cause that would mean you would drop me and I really don't want that, but where are you taking me?"

The wolf just gave a soft growl and I immediately shut my mouth. See; take that people of the village. I CAN shut my mouth. There just needs to be a giant wolf in the equation. The wolf took me to cave and set me, rather ungentle, on the cool stone floor. I couldn't really see anything, but I hoped he hadn't taken me to his den to get eaten my mini-saber wolves. Because as he dropped me I noticed how large his canines were, I mean they were huge. My middle finger is shorter than they are. My god, I really did not want to get eaten.

The wolf, oh yeah there was some light from the wolf's glowing eyes, glared at me and sort of stomped his foot and gave a sort of harrumph sound that was a cross between a growl and snort. Maybe a sneeze, I wasn't sure. The wolf started to exit the cave and I followed behind. The wolf sensing this immediately turned around and glared at me before exhaling and gripping the back of my shirt with his saber teeth and dragging me deeper in the cave. The wolf glared at me again and I finally got it.

"Oh! You want me to stay here," I said. The wolf just snorted as if to say, "Took you long enough."

The wolf was exiting the cave when suddenly he froze. He turned around again and gave me a slightly (very slightly) apologetic look. He walked up to me gave a look and then bit down into my leg, hard. I screamed and the wolf's ears folded against his ahead at the shrill sound. The wolf's tongue massaged the area around where he was biting as if to sooth the area. It hurt like hell. The wolf unclamped his jaw and gave a sort of grimace/smile hybrid, showing his bloodied teeth, and then stalked off.

"What the hell was that for?" I wondered aloud. Did he really just bite my leg to get me to stay in the cave? I didn't have time to ponder because soon I was unconscious due to the pain and all the stress of the night.

This is my longest ever chapter. 2800ish words. YAY! Comments/Reviews are loved. Next up the wolf's PoV.