CHAPTER ONE

Theo tossed Stiles onto the ground like a piece of trash. Even with his sprained ankle and tied hands, Stiles couldn't help but run his mouth. "Everything you tried to do, it was all for nothing Theo. Scott's still alive, Lydia is stronger than before you crippled her, and despite how hard you tried to break us apart, the pack is reunited and stronger than ever. Your Chimeras are gone. There's not even a point in taking me. The nogitsune is gone, I'm useless to you. Scott can find me by my scent, and you better believe they'll be coming for me."

Theo gave off a creepy grin that always made Stiles want to punch him in his stupidly white teeth. "Oh I'm well aware they'll be coming for you. And they can have you. But you're wrong when you say you're useless to me. See.. you have information I need. Oh and don't worry, after I get it, I'll be out of your hair. I think I've overstayed my welcome in Beacon Hills. But before I leave I need information on other supernatural creatures that may be a little more willing than you to form a pack. Their strengths, weaknesses, you know, and advantage. All that information resides in a book that I know your pack has hidden." Stiles tried to steady his heartbeat to not give anything away, but it was easier said then done. He knew exactly what Theo was talking about, but there was no way he was letting Theo know that intentionally.

"What, the Dread doctors book? I mean I know you're a little slow on the uptake, but I'm pretty sure we gave you a copy to read. Have you forgotten it already? Man you should probably get your memory thing checked out while you're in the nut house for your psychopathic behavior."

"The bestiary Stiles. You've read it. Now I need it." Stiles's heartbeat jumped. He knew it, and cursed under his breath for the betrayal of his own body.

"What do you think I just carry that around in my pocket? Or even remember it? It's not even written in English!" Stiles shouted.

"Maybe not, but you've still seen every page. You hold all that information."

"Even if I had access to it and a translator, I would never tell you anything."

"Who says I need you to talk? No, even if you did you could be lying. I'd rather see them for myself, and you happened to be the easiest one to take who has that information."

"Wait... no." Stiles felt his heart plummet as realization dawned. "You can't, you're not an Alpha you could kill me, you could kill us both-"

"I was fine last time I tried. I may not do it completely right, but I still came out fine. As for you, sorry Stiles, I'm not sure what will happen, especially since you're human. It's been fun, and I really am sorry about this."

Theo approached him, determination in his eyes. Panic fluttered through Stiles as he shuffled backwards, trying to get as far from Theo as possible. He looked around for something to grab and use as a weapon, but as soon as he diverted his eyes away from Theo, he pounced. Stiles ducked out of Theo's way, just missing his claws. With the door now directly behind him, he came to his senses and turned to run, but Theo was too fast. He grabbed Stiles by the back of his hoodie, flung him around so they were face to face, extended his claws, and punctured them through the back of Stiles neck. Stiles gasped in pain and went instantly still.

Theo's face disappeared and the pages of the bestiary started flashing through his mind. Pictures of Werejaguars Kanimas, Kitsunes, Oni, Werewolves, Werecoyotes, and more flashed across his memories, all accompanied by paragraphs of information in a language Stiles couldn't comprehend. The last thing he felt was the claws retracting from his neck, his legs buckling, and everything went black.