Memory Mirage

co written by myself & Suulaa mood board is also by my lovely co writer!

The beta was annoyed to say the least. Scott and Malia didn't give them time for anything, they went up and got ready and were out of the door in fifteen minutes. The coyote growling under her breath every single time her eyes landed on Theo, making the chimera and Liam roll their eyes. The drive to the sheriff station was a little moment of peace for both boys, Scott and Malia having gone in the coyote's car.

As they arrived at the station everything changed. The supernaturals felt their noses itch with all the chemosignals, anxiety, anger and fear . The emotions, strong enough to make the banshee in the sheriff office pace around the room as a reaction. The four supernaturals were shocked, Lydia was the rational one, the intelligent one who was always calm until she screamed. The sight of her through the office glass, pacing around made Theo frown, something wasn't right.

They got in, Malia walking in front of Theo, growling at the chimera to make him step back. The beta unconsciously stood between the two, rolling his eyes at her. Liam stayed close to the coywolf, he felt on edge enough to not want to be close to the rest of his pack at this moment.

"Can someone please explain what's happening?"

Theo didn't like the lack of information. They got dragged out of Liam's house without any knowledge at all about the situation, making him want to scream, his brain not able to come up with solutions to their unknown problems.

"We have two werewolves in a cell..." Lydia looked directly at Liam, wetting her lips with her tongue before talking again, making the beta frown. "Survivors of Satomi's pack"

Liam's eyes opened in shock, Theo reaching out to wrap his fingers around his wrist, away from the sight of the pack. "Survivors?"

Theo crooked his neck, pulling Liam back to his side. "I thought Satoni's pack were gone... beside Lori.."

Lydia nodded, pursing her lips before meeting Scott's gaze. "We thought so too. But there are still two survivors and—"

"And they're murderers," Noah spoke up, stepping forward and nodding in Scott's direction. He took notice of the confused looks from the rest of the pack, "these werewolves killed hunters."

"They were protecting themselves," Liam retorted, "I'm sure if we speak to them that it was self defense."

"Self defence is still murder Liam," Noah folded his arms, "plus, they won't say a word."

Theo nodded, his mind ticking with ideas. "Let me talk to them."

"No,"

Theo ignored Liam and stepped forward, standing before Noah. "Sheriff, let me in there and I can talk to them.. I'm sure I can get them to break."

Noah sighed, "the idea of putting you behind bars does sound a hell of a lot better than seeing you out here with my son and his friends..." he eyed Stiles who shrugged, "fine."

Walking behind Noah he was led to the cell, his heart beating in his ear as they reached it. Caged — he would be caged like an animal once again. With no escape, only relying on Noah— someone who hated him.

"Stop it!" Theo cried, being hoisted by one of the dread doctors and dragged towards a cell. He dug his heels into the ground but it did nothing to help him, he couldn't stop them.

At the age of eleven his body was smaller than other kids, most definitely underdeveloped and underweight due to the doctors relentless experiments and abuse. "Please stop!"