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A year after Stiles was pushed outside the pack, he returned to Beacon Hills each year on Halloween.
He sat in the woods, knowing that no one would appear through the forest, especially on Halloween, they were busy in this time for costumes or might use their werewolves’ powers for it.
Stiles came prepared with the alcohol, need to drink for remembrance of his fault in the whole mess, he knew that he was at fault, and he knew that if it wasn’t for him, Scott wouldn’t get the bite, and the whole Nogitsune wouldn’t happen.
Stiles has been wondering if anyone of his “friends” ever searched for him, cause his dad is certainly didn’t, apparently killing deputies while he was possessed gives that effect, so his dad won’t search for him.
He thought Derek will be the one searching for him, he has a crush on him, but it was one-sided, because, after one year away from Beacon-Hills, no one came looking for him, and it’s feels like they wanted him away from them, not wanted, not belonged and better off dead.
The woods were his safe from the pack, no one will search for him, while he wished that he was dead to ease the storm in his mind and heart, knowing that no one will come for him.
The next year when he came to the forest on Halloween, he dared to come closer to the house which he and his dad shared, he was surprised to see the Sale sign, not knowing where his dad was moving, but when he came closer to McCall house, he could see through the window, his dad was happy, already forming a family with the McCall’s, like his presence was in the way.