Stiles couldn't help but smile as he drove past the town line. He looked for the signs for the camp ground parking that was just outside of Beacon Hills. When the sign come in his headlights, he slowly turned onto the dirt road. There was a few other cars in the small dirt parking lot but Stiles paid no mind. He parked the Jeep, fished the camping ground pass out of his glove box and slide onto his dashboard so the rangers wouldn't tow the Jeep.

Stiles climbed out of the Jeep, grabbing the duffel bag from the passenger seat in the process. He glanced around the parking lot, spotting a purple motorcycle parked near by which made the teen smile. He hiked the duffel bag high on his shoulder before turning and walking down the main trail. The path was somewhat smooth from years of footsteps that wandered down it day after day.

When he got to the first bend of the trail that curved right at a cliff edge, Stiles stopped and dropped his bag by his feet. He fished out a small metal cigarette case and a lighter. He plucked a cigarette from the case before tucking the case back into a pocket of his jacket. He flicked the lighter and took a long drag of the cigarette as he stared up at the moon.

A few feet back, Derek was lurking in the darkness of the forest. He had drove past the camping grounds and parked on the side of the road half a mile from the camp grounds parking lot. He watched the teen go through this somewhat of a routine and wondered what family would live out on a camp ground.

Derek watched in a mix of confusion and concern as Stiles stopped on the path and lit up a cigarette. Derek wouldn't confess to anyone that he had smelled the ash smell on the teen before. He never judged since he found himself having a cigarette from time to time when he was younger.

A pair of foot steps was suddenly heard as another person come onto the trail but from the direction Stiles seemed to be headed towards. A young female walked up to Stiles with her arms crossed. She was about a itch taller than the teen. She had similar facial features to Stiles which told Derek they were probably related. She had long brown hair pulled in a ponytail that landed right before the end of her back. She wore a striking similar outfit to what Stiles was wearing but her leather jacket and her laces were a light purple color.

"You know you have been followed right?" The girl spoke as she shot Stiles a look of annoyance. "Yea I know. I figured it out a while back on the trail. Nice to see you too Sam." Stiles responded as he glanced over at her.

Derek's eyes widen as he realized they were talking about him. Derek didn't move from his spot though even the wolf inside him was howling for him to run, sensing danger.

"What do you wanna do about him? We can't exactly let him go alerting the other wolves." Sam responded as she stared in Derek's direction.

Stiles took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke upwards into the air before he dropped the cigarette and stomped it out. "Bring him with us."

Before Derek could even even take a step, he felt something sharp across his throat. He let out a snarl but that only made whoever was holding the blade pull the blade closer to his skin. He felt a small drop of blood run down his throat. Derek froze as he realized the wound didn't automatically heal. The blade was laced with wolfsbane

Derek looked straight at Stiles for any hint of what was going on but the teen still had his back turned from him. He snarled again when he felt the person behind him pull a knee into his back, forcefully mentioning him to move. Stiles and Sam begin to move towards the edge of the cliff like they were not about to walk over the edge. Just as they stepped off the cliff edge, Derek watched as their figures suddenly disappeared. Derek's eyes widen before he realized he was heading the same direction. Derek couldn't stop feeling like that scared teen again as the same feelings when the fire happened resurfaced.

It took his brain a few seconds to realize he was not falling. Instead he was safely on the ground and standing in front of a large opening to a valley. Stiles and Sam were in front of Derek. "Let him go. He can't get back without one of us." Stiles said as he finally turned towards Derek.

The blade slowly disappeared from the wolf's throat and a tall man stepped to Derek's side. Derek finally got a look at the man. He was tall and thin like Stiles but his facial features barely matched either Stiles or Sam as she was called. He was wearing the same attire as Stiles but the color of his jacket was a dark green and so were his laces.

He had long brown hair done in a braid and a visible five o' clock shadow. "As you wish my lord. I will check back in with the patrols." The man responded to Stiles.

"Good and I will meet you with later, Jacks to go over the new routes." Stiles responded. The man just nodded before walking passed Stiles and into the valley they stood in front of.

Stiles then clapped his hands together as he smiled at Derek. "I apologize for his behavior. He is not the biggest fan of wolves. Most people you meet here wouldn't be. "

Derek just stared dumb founded at the teen's sudden change in behavior. His brain finally catch up with him as he let out a snarl. "Where is the hell is here, Stiles?!" He snapped. Once again Derek felt the feeling of a blade as Sam was instantly poking the tip of a sword against his gut.

"You don't speak to the lord like that, Wolf. if you mouth off again, I will more than be happy to run you through with it." Sam snapped, baring her own set of canine fangs at Derek.

Derek let out a second snarl but slowly relaxed his shoulders and retract his fangs. Derek noticed then that Stiles had put his hand on the handle of Sam's blade in a motion to prevent her from stabbing Derek.

"Sam he is allowed to be angry with us. We just kidnap him after all. Now if you two are done comparing dicks, I would like to finish this conversation somewhere I can sit down and have a stiff drink. " Stiles spoke as he dropped his hand from the blade and turned towards the opening of the valley. "It is my birthday after all. As the song goes, it is my party and I can cry if I want to but in my place, a drink is more suited." Stiles laughed at the end of his words, the teen as usual finding himself funny.

Stiles motioned for the two to follow as he headed down the path into the valley. Sam sheathed her blade and walked next to Stiles though Derek could feel her eyes on him as they walked. Either out or sheer curiosity or stupidity, Derek willingly followed them. They walked down the path into the bottom of the valley. The valley was full of trees but it was not lush like the rest of the forest surrounding the valley. Instead the valley was black with scorched earth and dead trees. Derek wondered what caused the valley to look like this but he just silently chalked it down as one of his many questions.

Derek then noticed they walked through what would resemble a village with houses that too looked scorched but also seem to been repaired as good as they could be. The houses are not modern styled either. They seem to be straight fromthe civil war era. Derek then saw what they were heading towards. At the end of the village, was a larger colonial style mansion. It too like the village had the same damage but it was more touched up then the smaller houses.

Stiles and Sam lead Derek into the mansion and into a large parlor room of sorts. Derek saw there was another people in the large home but the moment they saw his face, they let out a grasp and scattered away from view. Stiles sat down on one of the two couches that was portioned in the center of the room and motioned for Derek to sit in the adjacent couch. Sam did not sit but instead stood at the doorway to the room, her back turned from Stiles and Derek.

Once Derek sat down, Stiles grabbed a whiskey glass from the coffee table dividing them and pour him a drink most from the large decanter sitting there. He motioned for Derek to take a glass which Derek just nodded before picking up a glass and silently thanked Stiles after he poured some of the liquor in the glass.

Stiles smiled before he took a long slip of his drink, almost emptying the glass in one shot. "Now that is better. Now as you can see, you are not exactly in Kansas anymore, dear toto."