Stiles POV

I woke up in a dark room bound to the wall. I didn't remember anything though. Who was I? Where was I? I kept repeating these questions hoping to somehow find an answer to one of them. It didn't work. Still I kept the questions going through my head until I heard the door open.

"Well well finally awake I see." The voice said as it came closer to me. I tried to scoot away from it but I quickly found out that wasn't working so I quickly gave up.

"Who are you?" I meant for that to come out as like cruel and mean, but instead it came out as whimpering and scared.

"Theo. Theo Raeken and I am your alpha." What's an alpha? And again who is this guy?

"What's an alpha?" Man I need to stop sounding scared. Man up..what's my name? My name is...my name is... Why don't I know my own name?

"An alpha is the person you answer to. I'm in charge and you are mine. You listen to what I say with no hesitation." Who does this guy think he is? I am. Never mind still don't know the name.

"Look. I don't know you. My head is telling me not to trust you though. And why would I follow you if you have given me no reason to trust you?" He just smirked and came closer to me.

"Look. There are such things as werewolves. They are very bad people. They go around and kill people. If you are in my pack we can did the world of werewolves." Wow. Maybe this guy is right. Maybe I should trust him. But how do I know that he is telling the truth. Stiles Stilinski does not take crap. Wait Stiles Stilinski. That's my name. What a weird name.

"Fine. I will join your stupid pack. But on one condition. You tell me who I am." He nods agreeing to my conditions.

"Your name is Stiles Stilinski. You were part of the McCall pack until they kicked you out for being a worthless pathetic human. Then I willingly took you in to be a part of my pack." Was any of this true? How could I trust him? The thing is though. He is the only one that's here for me right now. But he did chain me up to the wall.

"If I like you then why did you chain me up in here?" He didn't falter at the question. His facial expression remained the same.

"You took a hard hit to the head and I didn't want you lashing out at me. I took the precautions that needed to be there." Once again he didn't falter. He remained cool and calm throughout the whole thing.

"Alright I believe you. Now unlock these things." I said as I finished. He got up and unlocked my chains.

For some reason and I don't understand why. I don't trust him. Still. It's like a guy feeling. I do feel like I trust this McCall pack though. Someone in particular within the pack. I just can't figure out who.

"Okay now I'm hungry." I said as I rubbed my sore wrists.

"Okay do you know where the sandwich shop is?" I nodded. How did I know. It's weird actually. He nodded and told me what he wanted before throwing a set of keys at me.

I walked out and clicked the keys to know where the car was. Where was I actually now that I think of it? The alarm from the car quickly brought me from my thoughts. I looked up to see an old beat up Jeep. Instantly I loved it. I just couldn't figure out why.

I got in and drove. I didn't go to the sandwich shop like I was supposed to though. I went straight to the police station. I had to figure out who the McCall pack was before I did anything.

I arrived at the station and practically ran in.

"Hi excuse me ma'am but can I please see the sheriff?" She looked up at me and a smile spread across her face.

"Hi Stiles." She said cheerfully.

"I'm sorry do I know you?" Her frown immediately turned into a frown.

"I'm officer Marshall. I've known you since you were little." To be honest I still didn't know who she was but I had to play along to fit in. I didn't want to seem like an amnesiac.

"I was kidding you know me and my sarcasm." I wasn't actually sure if I had ever used sarcasm. I hoped it was right. Her smile turned from the frown back to a smile.

"Yes I do. You can head right back. Bye Stiles." I smiled and walked back. If the sign labeled sheriff hadn't pointed out the office then I would've been completely lost.

"Excuse me sir is this a good time I need to speak to you." He looked up and his eyes widened in shock.

"Stiles?" I nodded and next thing I knew I was wrapped in a giant hug.

"I'm sorry can you stop. I don't know you." He immediately backed off. To be honest I felt bad. This guy really seemed like he knew me.

"I need to see the McCall pack. It's urgent. I don't know who they are but I do know that they are werewolves and my new 'alpha' wants to kill them." It all came out so fast that I had to take a breath at the end.

"Oh of course I'll call them." He picked up the phone and started talking. After a minute he put the phone down. About  two minutes later people came in the door.

"Before anyone says anything. I don't know you." They all stopped dead in their tracks. Especially this one boy with dirty blonde hair.

"Now I have come to warn you guys. Even though according to Theo I was kicked out of your pack for being weak and human." They looked at me in disbelief.

"That's not true.." the dirty blonde boy began but I cut him off.

"I figured that. That's why I'm here. Now I don't know why but I trust you guys. It's a feeling. But that's besides the point. Theo is hunting. He's building a pack to kill all werewolves. He wants the world rid of them. He claims that all they do is kill people for the heck of it." As I finished this one guy with a crooked jaw stepped forward.

"Okay that's crap. We have a code in my pack. We don't kill people. Even if they deserve it."

"I know Scott but," I lowered my head in confusion how did I know his name? I looked back at him and he looked hopeful.

"Look I have no idea how I knew that. And I don't know anything else so no questions. Now I have to go. I was supposed to be getting sandwiches and I have a feeling that I will be chained to the wall again if I don't bring them back." They looked shocked. I think they know me. Or better yet knew the old me.

I walked towards the door and right before I exited I turned back to them.

"Look. Again I don't remember anything. I also don't know who's side I'm on. I don't even know who to believe. What I do know though is that there is someone in your pack that I trust. I just don't know who it is yet." Then just like that I left.

Scott's POV

"I can't believe that's him now." I said. I looked at Jackson. He was frozen in shock.

"But he did say that he trusts one of us. Fo you think it's you?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"No. It could be anyone of us. But the chances are greater that it's you, me, Lydia, Allison, Derek, or Liam. No offense to the rest of you, but we are the ones he has the strongest connection with." They nodded in understanding. It really wasn't a big. It was just that he was around us the most. We were the ones he hung out with. That makes a stronger connection.

"We have to make him remember. The question is how?" Jackson stated. I nodded and thanked the sheriff for calling us and we all walked out.

Once we got home we saw that Lydia was out of bed and waiting for us.

Jackson's POV

"Jackson I need to talk to you," She said as she tried to stand up,"and I'm in a lot of pain so please carry me up to Scott's room." I nodded and carried her up the stairs. Leaving their shocked faces behind me.

Once we were in Scott's room I laid Lydia down on the bed. She hisses in pain as soon as I sat her down.

"Go to the second go last floorboard near the closet. Stiles left it here just in case. He has a copy at his house too." I went to the last floorboard and lifted it up. Inside the floor there was a letter and a black box.

The letter was addressed to me in curly cursive handwriting. I opened it and seeing his handwriting just made me tear up

Dear Jackson

If you are reading this then something terrible has happened. I wrote this before I got infected with disease which I assume I've already passed if Lydia has showed you this. It's not your fault. I know you and I know you'll blame yourself. I am sorry I was weak and couldn't fight it any longer. But I know you'll be okay and that's all that matters to me. Now for the next part open the box.

I grabbed the box and opened it. Inside were two silver rings. Oh my god. I knew where this was going.

Okay so I'm guessing by now that you've figured out what they are. Yes they are engagement rings. I was going to ask you once we graduated, but I guess I won't get the chance.

I do. I do take Jackson Whittemore to be my lawfully wedded husband. Now for the vow I wrote.

Jackson you have been the love of my life for as long as I can remember. Since 3rd grade I think. Yeah it wasn't Lydia it was you. Of course she knew. She just didn't say anything. Then in Softmore year when you asked me out. I was hesitant I thought I was being punked. Turns out I wasn't. I quickly realized that this relationship wasn't just a fling. I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Even if you didn't know it yet. Then the night of the junior prom came. That was the worst night of my life, but also the best. When you sang that song to me. I just remember feeling that you loved me. Then Star Wars and the Carousel. Those are just the moments that stick out. You were my first love. I wanted nothing more than for you to be my last. Guess I got my wish after all.

Anyway. Thank you for always being there for me. Also if you blame yourself even for a second I will come back from the dead to haunt you.

I love you Jackson

Love,

Mieczyslaw (Stiles) Stilinski

As I finished the letter I realized the amount of tears that were rolling down my face. I quickly grabbed the ring that said Jackson on it and slid it on my finger. That only made me cry more.

"He will pay," I said as I tripped the letter and the box,"he will pay for what he has done to Stiles. And trust me he will beg for mercy. And I will show him none. He should receive the same amount of mercy he gave Stiles."