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Stiles couldn't concentrate.
This was normal for the teen, but he was usually able to concentrate on something as serious as one of his best friends being kidnapped by hunters that were probably going to maim and kill him before the next Monday came around. Which, by the way was only two days away. Scott and Kira had been sent to search as much of the Beacon Hills Nature Preserve as they could manage before the morning. Considering the amount of times the Preserve had had things to do with disappearances and killings, this seemed to be one of the smartest places to look for any sign of the missing Alpha. Stiles and Isaac had decided to stay at the loft and search for anything that would give them a clue to who had taken Derek this time.
"Oh my god! Isaac do you have to stare at me constantly like that? You could at least go and check one of the other rooms! Just because your special wolf powers aren't helping!" Stiles groaned at the werewolf behind him. The staring thing that Isaac had had been slowly getting more and more annoying until Stiles could feel the crushing pressure of his expectations had been putting Stiles off even more from trying to find anything that would help. He heard Isaac mutter something about being too slow or something, but Stiles couldn't care what dry comment left the werewolves mouth at this exact moment.
These hunters had been professionals. That much was clear from the fact that neither Isaac nor Scott had been able to pick up any trace of Derek's scent, or that of his kidnappers. This made a job that probably would have been pretty easy, a lot harder. They had nothing to go on apart from that.
Stiles was beginning to become desperate.
Every time he closed his eyes, violent, aggressive images burst into his mind of Derek, chained up, being beaten. Anything went for the hyperactive side of his mind, obviously. He couldn't take this much longer. Stiles could tell that everyone was relying on him for the breakthrough that they needed to trace down their Alpha, and he could tell that he was no where near anything that would help. Running a shaking hand through his hair, Stiles gave the loft one last sweep from his vantage point on the table at the end of the room, the only light in the room coming from the wall sized window behind him.
"Stiles? Have you got anything? Derek has gotta be in trouble by now. No one ordinary is likely to be able to take Derek this easily and hide his scent. H-He is usually pretty difficult to kidnap like this you know..." A small voice from Isaac behind him sent Stiles over the edge.
"No! No I haven't got anything Isaac!" Stiles was starting to feel the beginnings of another panic attack pressing down on his chest. "I have been looking, just like you! I don't actually have any special powers like all of you lot! I'm human! I have to do things the human way! I don't have the special eyes or the nose! I actually have to sleep!" Stiles growled at the other boy. "I can't do this on my own..."