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      Published: 2014-07-19 Updated: 2014-08-20 Chapters: 13/? Words: 20380
****** Open Your Eyes & Let's Howl at the Moon ******
by j2mslittlebitch
Summary
     Derek tried to save the day, he always tries but unfortunately
     Allison is still dead and now Stiles is a werewolf.
     Set at the end of 3b where Derek is Stiles' and Isaac's Alpha, he
     tries his best to do right by his pack, especially when a series of
     suspicious murders start happening around Beacon Hills. The most
     suspicious thing though, is they are not caused by wolves.
     What happens when new packs and shaky friendships are put to the
     test? Every tries to make it out alive, though not everyone succeeds
     and no one makes it unscathed.
     Or;
     j2mslittlebitch fails at summaries.
***** Epilogue - Let's limp out together. *****
Derek Hale watched in horror as Allison Argent went down, gasping and clutching
at her stomach. Scott was too late to catch her but he pulled her into his lap,
cradling her to his chest with a heart broken howl that Isaac echoed only five
steps away. This was not how it was supposed to go; they were all supposed to
limp out here, maybe covered in blood and maybe wounded, but definitely alive.
Allison was definitely not going to limp out of here; she was going to get
carried out of here while the rest of them drilled themselves on the cover
story.
Stiles had done this, although it wasn’t Stiles, he knew that but he had to
keep reminding himself of it, because the monster wore Stiles’ face so
convincingly. Scott had said the he and Kira had found an ancient scroll and it
had contained a way to kick the Void out of the host. Derek very clearly
remembered Scott murmuring that they had to change the host’s body, so Derek
had a plan. He knew his plan wasn’t going to be very popular but he can still
remember Stiles begging Derek to kill him. Derek didn’t want to kill Stiles, he
was pack and pack didn’t kill pack so this was his last option.
 
The hospital was quiet when he walked through the doors, he knew why, he had
caught the scent of blood half a mile away and he knew Melissa McCall’s blood
was included in the myriad of scents he could smell as he walked in. There was
still several heart beats in the hospital, erratic and terrified and Derek
hoped that one belonged to Melissa.
Stiles was there too, he still smelled like Stiles but the scent was a little
off, like spoiled milk. Derek moved through the halls silently, side stepping
around nurses, doctors and civilians slaughtered on the floor. He could almost
pin point Stiles’ position, so he closed off his emotions, locked them tight
behind a steel wall and climbed the stairs.
The door to his left said “second floor” in bold letters so he slipped through
it as the elevator binged and the doors opened.
Shit, he thought, he was supposed to be the only one here, in case his plan
failed. He didn’t want any more blood to be on his hands. Scott and Kira
stepped out of the elevator – Scott in his beta wolf form, claws digging into
his palms as he made fists and Kira with her lethal looking sword that Derek
never wanted to be on the receiving end of.
He slipped back through the door when he smelled Void Stiles walking down the
hall behind him. He was taunting Scott about Allison, his voice cold and
unforgiving. It sounded nothing like Stiles and exactly like him at the same
time.
Scott was roaring, Kira was sobbing as he pushed through the door again. She
still held the sword steady in front of her though the grief was radiating off
her in waves. Derek knew why as soon as he looked, when he seen her dead mother
lying in the hall, one of Stiles’ many victims.
None of the trio had noticed Derek, or if they had, they didn’t care. Scott
charged Stiles but didn’t land a blow before he was tossed against the wall.
Kira charged with a chilling battle cry that made Derek wince and managed the
slip the sword through Stiles’ gut before she too, hit the wall.
Stiles pulled the sword from his gut with a cold smirk, “What does the fox say,
Scott?”
Scott was forcing himself onto his hands and knees, blood dripped from his lips
and Derek could see he was barely healing from the fight at Echo House. His
body had taken too much of a beating there, then to come here no time to heal.
“You can’t kill me!” The words were screamed and Derek didn’t waste any more
time, he launched forward and sunk his teeth into Stiles’ shoulder. The Void
screamed and spun to face Derek, a half mad cackle spilling from his lips. It
didn’t stay there for long, quickly turning into a look of pure hatred and
alarm, “What did you do?”
Derek sneered, “Changed your host, didn’t you know wolves and foxes don’t get
along?”
The Void never had the chance to respond before he screamed and black liquid
dribbled from his lips and he crumpled to the floor when his knees gave way,
with a scream of absolute agony that was all Stiles.
***** Open Your Eyes... *****
Chapter Notes
     Yes, Derek is still Alpha in this series.

                          Gather up your loved ones,
                            Gather up your friends,
                     Cause this is when the bad guy wins.
Derek had never given The Bite to someone who didn’t want it before, yet here
he was, leaning over the prone body of Stiles while his friends and packmates
waited for the news. Derek wasn’t sure if the news would be good or bad, though
either way, at least they would know. And they needed to know. Scott had lost
enough in this battle, without losing Stiles too.
It had been three days since Derek had forced the Void from Stiles’ body. Derek
had carried Stiles to his apartment and had gently placed him on the bed. Scott
and Isaac had tried to follow but Derek had swung on them, beta shifted and
roaring. They didn’t try and enter the room again.
Derek was sitting in the corner, back against the wall and his head in his
hands when he first noticed the twitch in Stiles’ hand. He forced himself to
his feet and staggered to the side of the bed. It was a long three days with no
sleep and only enough food to keep him going.
“Stiles?” Derek gripped his shoulder and shook it gently, “Stiles?”
And then Derek had an armful of flailing and screaming Stiles. Derek tried to
hold him down, but the new werewolf shoved him back and into the wall. Stone
and brick crumbled around him as he forced himself to his feet, eyes never
leaving Stiles, who was beta shifted, eyes glowing gold and teeth bared.
“Stiles.” Derek growled, eyes flashing red. The beta snapped at him once before
shifting back and suddenly Stiles was staring at him, mouth open and a million
questions written on his face.
“Derek?” Stiles almost whimper as he glanced around the unfamiliar room,
“What…? Where am I? What happened?”
“Well, ah,” Derek had never had to have the “Bite is a gift” talk with anyone
before, well at least not after he had bitten. “Scott found out some
information on how to cast the Void out and well, it was to change your body.”
Stiles blinked, “So what – You bit me? You friggin’ bit me and turned me into a
monster. I don’t want to be a werewolf. I would rather be dead. Why didn’t you
just kill me?” His voice rose slowly until he was screaming and breathless, “I
never asked for this.”
Derek growled, “Stop it, Stiles, you are being selfish. Scott lost Allison, how
could you wish to be dead when he has already lost so much?”
Stiles snarled, “Do not accuse me of not caring. I’ve always cared too much,
always. About Scott, about you. I just wanted out, you don’t understand what
it’s like. Day after day, being weak and slow and always getting hurt. The
nightmares that I have, I just wanted off this fucking ride and the Void was my
ticket but now I’m stuck. I’m fucking stuck.”
Derek sighed, fucking melodramatic teenagers.
“I have things to do, Stiles, you need to stay here, it’s a full moon tonight.
I’ll be back before dark.” Derek yanked the door open to see Scott standing in
the door way and he raised his hands, palms up, “He’s all yours.”
Scott walked through the door and Derek paused when he heard him start to talk.
“Stiles, we’re brothers now.”
Really, Scott, really? That’s what you’re going with? Derek shook his head as
he walked out.
 
Derek was not entirely sure how he was going to handle baby werewolf Stiles,
human Stiles was bad enough but as a werewolf, Derek would never get rid of
him. Stiles was Derek’s responsibility and he never turned his back on
responsibility.
He hovered in the lounge room until he heard Scott slam out of the bedroom,
“Dude, he’s all yours. I –” Scott paused, “I can’t handle him like that, Derek.
I need to go home, I need my mum. I’ll call by and let Stiles’ dad know he’s
awake but, I’m out.”
Scott threw his hands up and stalked from the room and out of Derek’s front
door. Oh great, the one person who could tolerate Stiles was gone leaving Derek
to deal with the teenager himself with a full moon on the way.
Derek hovered for as long as he could, postponing it until just on dark before
he walked back into his bedroom where Stiles was obviously sulking.
“Are you gunna chain me up?” Stiles murmured. He was sitting in the middle of
Derek’s bed, knees pulled up to his chest with the comforter pulled around his
shoulders. The wolf in Derek growled a little at the sight. This was his bed,
no one else’s and here was this beta making himself at home in it.
Derek had gotten a new bed after the Jennifer debacle and no one but him had
been in it until Derek had panicked and rushed Stiles into it after the
hospital.
“I don’t want to, Stiles but you’re not my beta which means I have no hold over
you.” Derek told him, it was true, if Stiles was Derek’s beta then he would
have a certain amount of control if Stiles was to get out of control.
“You are.” It was said quietly, and Derek glanced up from where he was studying
his hands.
“What?”
“I don’t want to be part of Scott’s pack.” Stiles said it more confidently now,
“all this time, with my nightmares and all the problems I’ve been having after
the nematon. He just ignored them, too concerned with Pack. I don’t blame,
y’know, but I needed him too and he wasn’t there.”
Derek frowned, Stiles had spent a bit of time at Derek’s apartment over the
last few months, watching stupid TV shows on DVD and eating all his food but
Derek had never asked why. He had opened the door to frantic knocking in the
early hours of the morning, wearing his boxers and rubbing sleep from his eyes,
on more than one occasion to find Stiles standing there. He had never turned
him away but had never asked why.
“Okay.” Derek said quickly, he didn’t want to hear any more of this. Stiles was
supposed to be resilient one, the least damaged out of all of them, but it
turned out they had all just ignored his problems, too focused on their own.
“Come with me.”
Stiles scrambled off the bed, falling flat on his ass before finding his feet
and following Derek from the room. Derek tried to hide his grin at the fact
that being a werewolf hadn’t made Stiles any more graceful.
When Derek pushed open the door to the room, Stiles stepped in a stared around
in awe, “You have a panic room?”
“No,” Derek spoke softly, “It’s a vault. Built to keep us in and others out. I
had it built for, ah, Erica and Boyd.”
Stiles turned to face Derek, “Oh okay. Will you stay in here with me? I, ah I
don’t want to be alone.”
Derek normally wouldn’t, he knew the first moon resulted in uncontrollable
wolves but Stiles sounded do vulnerable. Derek was an Alpha, surely he could
contain him?
He knew it was a mistake before he even said it, “I’ll stay.”
***** & Let's Howl at the Moon. *****
Chapter Notes
     Just a quick note, this work hasn't been beta read so any mistakes
     are my own.
     Give me any feedback, good, bad or otherwise because I aim to please
     :)
                     Be careful making wishes in the dark,
                  Can’t be sure when they’ve hit there mark,
                           Besides in the meantime,
                      I’m dreaming of ripping you apart.
It was nearly ten before Stiles showed any sign of the full moon calling to
him. He was getting twitchy and angry, every time Derek said something that
sparked his temper, Stiles’ eyes flashed gold and he growled but he was yet to
transform completely.
They sat on opposite sides of the room, backs against the cold metal of the
walls, the moon shining through the clear glass of the sky light in the roof.
Derek had thought twice about installing the sky light but he knew blocking the
moon out would be more detrimental.
“Derek.” Stiles’ voice was soft and strained and it made Derek look up quickly.
“Derek, it’s starting. I can feel it.”
“It’s okay,” Derek entire form was vibrating with tension as he stood and
walked closer to drop down on his haunches in front of Stiles, “it’s okay, we
will get through this. Just look at me, don’t take your eyes off me.”
Stiles’ gaze was so intense that Derek had to fight not too look away, he
looked so panicked and absolutely terrified that Derek couldn’t even blink.
Stiles’ eyes were glowing golden Derek could see him struggling to hold the
wolf back and it didn’t last long.
Derek was flat on his back and gasping for breath with a beta shifted Stiles
pinning him to the ground. His teeth were bared and his claws were digging into
Derek’s biceps. Derek snarled, beta shifting when his wolf howled and pushed
Stiles back, roaring.
“Stiles!” Derek’s voice was hard and completely controlled as he rose to his
feet, crouching down in preparation for the attack he knew was coming. And come
it did. Stiles flew into Derek but this time he was prepared for it, catching
the beta by his throat and throwing him back and down against the floor,
holding him down.
Derek could see Stiles’ wolf fighting the urge to fight back before it finally
submitted and he stayed down. Derek released his throat slowly, cautiously,
waiting for the werewolf to leap at him again, but it never happened.
And when Stiles climbed to his feet, he was Stiles again, the wolf gone.
Derek cocked his head, “Stiles?”
“Well, yeah.” Stiles murmured, rubbing his throat where Derek had pinned him
down. “Did you have to strangle me?”
Derek shrugged, “I’m the Alpha, you submitted. You’re Pack and it brought you
back again, didn’t it?”
Stiles nodded, “Yeah, okay. Does that mean we can get out of here?”
Derek wasn’t sure it was the best plan he’d ever thought of but considering how
easily Stiles submitted to him, surely it couldn’t cause that much of a
problem? The apartment was secure and anyone who would call around on a normal
day would be chained up in a basement elsewhere.
“Yeah, okay. You need to keep calm though, if you shift I’ll have to bring you
back in,” Derek didn’t think that would actually happen but the warning needed
to be said anyway.
Derek pushed open the door and let Stiles walk out first, who walked straight
to the DVD player and turned the TV on before pressing play, starting
Supernatural from where they had left off a week before.
Derek sat on the leather lounge and leaned back, keeping an eye on Stiles while
he stalked into the kitchen and returned with two cans of coke before dropping
down on the lounge next to Derek. He sat closer than usual but Derek understood
that the beta wolf was always searching for its alpha so he didn’t shift away.
By the time the disc was over, Stiles had shifted and was pushed right up
against Derek’s ribs, his head lolling on Derek’s shoulder as he drifted off to
sleep. Derek had his arm resting on the back of the lounge, around Stiles’
shoulders while the menu music played over in the background.
 
Derek woke to Stiles gripping his arm with his claws, his eyes were scrunched
shut and his mouth set in a silent snarl. Derek was startled enough that he
didn’t act instantly and he listened to Stiles whimper and sob in his sleep.
“Stiles,” Derek shook his shoulder, gently at first then harder and more
frantic as Stiles’ heartbeat became erratic and strained to Derek’s ear. When
the shaking never woke him, Derek roared, his eyes flashing red and it was
enough to drag Stiles from the depths of his nightmares and back into reality.
“Derek?” And before Derek could even answer, Stiles threw himself into Derek’s
arms and burrowed his face into his chest.
“Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay, it was just a dream.” Derek had never to deal with
this kind of stuff before. He was the one who had nightmares after the fire and
he had no one to comfort him. Derek was, as some people called him,
‘emotionally stunted’ and he found it difficult to deal with anything to do
with emotion but right now, he had no choice so he wrapped his arms around
Stiles’ quaking form and rubbed his back.
When Stiles showed no signs of calming, Derek pulled him back so he could see
his face, see the tear treks down his checks and the red around his eyes and it
nearly broke Derek’s heart when he whined and fisted his hands in the front of
Derek’s shirt.
Derek knew this kid was his responsibility, after giving him the Bite then
after Stiles declared he was definitely in the Hale pack (which he knew would
piss Scott off), but goddamn it, Derek was not a cuddly man. He knew Stiles
obviously needed him to be, so he stomped down on the insane urge to push the
young werewolf away and stand, instead he spoke as kindly as he could, “What
did you dream?”
Stiles took a deep breath, “Same as I always do. They are disjointed, sometimes
in the school, sometimes in the hospital or the woods. Jennifer is always
there, torturing and killing you or Scott or dad and there’s nothing I can ever
do. It’s like Matt all over again, when he was holding the gun to dads head and
I couldn’t help. I wasn’t strong enough. I never am.” The words were rushed and
breathless, “then she turns on me, but her face isn’t her face anymore, it’s
like a smashed up mess, like someone has taken a chainsaw to it, her eyes are
always on me, like a challenge, challenging me to save myself or my family.
Sometimes she asks for me to sacrifice myself but before I can, she seals my
mouth and kills everyone else. She always makes me watch. Then there is the
dreams about the Alpha pack, sometimes the help Jennifer, sometimes she helps
them but either way, we all end up dead.”
Derek flinches every time he mentions Jennifer, that wound is still far too
raw. He had been here, rolling around in the sheets with her instead of saving
his pack, instead of being out there protecting those who really mattered.
Derek barely even admitted it to himself and damn sure would never admit it to
anyone else but he liked being wanted, being cared about and looked after
instead of having to do the caring and the looking after. He knew it was his
own fault that Stiles’ dad had almost died, hell, that Stiles had almost died
while trying to save them – it was all his fault and he could never escape that
but he didn’t know that Stiles blamed himself.
“I’m always too weak or too late to do anything.” Stiles hisses the words
between clenched teeth and Derek notice that the tears had finally stopped. “No
matter what I do, I can never help.”
Derek shook him slightly, “It’s different now, you’re one of us, you will never
be too slow or too weak again.”
Stiles’ snarled, “That didn’t help Boyd or Erica, did it?”
Shit, Derek knew Stiles was lashing out because he was hurting but no, just no.
Derek’s eyes flashed red and he bared his teeth with a growl as he pushed
Stiles away, “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Stiles’ own eyes glowed golden, “I was there Derek, on the whole crazy fucking
ride, I was right there beside you. I seen it all, no one noticed because they
were too caught up in their own shit, but I ride that ride to the end, just
like you, so fuck you!”
Derek lunged, grabbing Stiles so hard, the whole lounge flipped over backwards,
talking both the werewolves with it. That was enough of a shock to drag Derek
from his rage and he forced himself to shift back to human, before pushing the
lounge, and Stiles, back upright.
“Fuck you, right back atcha, Stiles. I’m going to bed, deal with your own
shit.” And he left Stiles staring after him as he stormed into the bedroom and
slammed the door.
***** I'm Dreaming of Ripping you Apart *****
Derek woke abruptly without knowing what jerked him from sleep. He yawned and
rubbed at his eyes, lying still and listening for a moment. He quickly realised
what had woken him, it was the sound of scuffling and shouting coming from the
lounge room.
He flew to his feet, slamming out the door hard enough to rip it from his
hinges to see Stiles and Scott standing toe to toe, teeth bared.
“Really, Stiles, you’re going to pick him? He tried to kill you on more than
one occasion. What has he ever done for you?” Scott’s voice was loud and the
tone made Derek step up beside Stiles. Stiles was his beta and no one spoke to
him like that.
“He was here, Scott, he was always here, no matter what time. I used to spend
more time here than at home after… - ” Stiles’ voice faulted and he fell
silent. Derek could hear his heart rate skyrocket and it made the wolf inside
snap at its restraint.
Scott snarled, “I was there, all you had to do was say something.”
“Say something?” Stiles laughed manically, “I did but all I got was Allison
this and Allison that. You never listened. Never. He did. He let me in, he
looked out for me, not just for himself.”
“You’re pathetic, Stiles. You’ve always chased after him like a bitch in heat.”
At Scott’s words, Stiles stumbled back, as if hit physically and finally
Derek’s wolf tore free.
Derek crouched, lowered his shoulder and ran at Scott; they both fell in a
frenzy of claws, teeth and fists. Scott was a skilled fighter, but Derek had
years of experience on him and Derek’s wolf was furious. It was howling for
blood and torn flesh after Scott had threatened Stiles.
It felt like an eternity but was more like minutes before Scott cut his losses
and shifted back, panting hard and bleeding from his nose and lip.
Derek was human again, but his eyes remained red as he snapped, “Get out, you
are not welcome here.”
Scott stepped back, eyes shifting from Derek to Stiles, “You’re a good pair.”
And then he slammed the door.
 
Stiles had retreated to the bathroom and moments later, he appeared again.
“Derek, do you have some clothes I can borrow? I don’t want to … I can’t face
my dad yet. If…if that’s okay?”
Derek nodded and retrieved sweat pants and a hoodie from his closet and handed
them to Stiles, who then disappeared into the bathroom. Derek was back to the
kitchen by the time he heard the shower start up.
“Better not use all my hot water,” Derek murmured as he put the coffee pot on
the stove.
 
Stiles didn’t know what he was doing. He wasn’t completely sure that he was
actually alive, this new life of his felt kind of like hell. He couldn’t
control his emotions, he couldn’t control his mouth. He was surprised Derek
didn’t beat him when he mouthed off about Erica and Boyd last night, hell, he
wished he had.
Then Scott barged in this morning. Stiles definitely was not ready to deal with
him, especially on no sleep with the dregs of the nightmares still weighing him
down. Stiles had never been so thankful for Derek when he had stepped up beside
him, even if he was only wearing boxers and his hair was still mused from
sleep. Stiles thought he had never looked as stunning or as scary in their
entire relationship.
Jesus, Scott was right. Chasing after him like a bitch on heat.
Stiles wasn’t blind, he knew Derek was a good looking man, he wasn’t about to
deny that and yeah, okay, maybe there had been a few dreams that Stiles had
woken from panting Derek’s name but that didn’t mean he was lusting after him,
did it?
He shook the water from his eyes and rubbed a hand over his hair. He didn’t
know what was going on, maybe he felt this way because Derek was his Alpha now,
maybe it was part of the bond. He’d seen Vampire Diaries, with Elena’s sire
bond to Damon, maybe it was like that.
Oh god, he was definitely losing his mind if he was comparing his life to the
Vampire Diaries.
He finished his shower, and stepped out, drying himself quickly with a towel he
found under the bathroom sink, along with a toothbrush that he used to brush
his teeth before dressing in Derek’s clothes. He took a deep breath and smiled
slightly when all he could smell was Derek.
 
Derek’s wolf howled in victory when Stiles walked out of the bathroom smelling
like Derek. Stiles looked better after a shower, more refreshed and less like
death warmed up.
Derek was leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee held between his
palms and eyes never leaving Stiles. “Hey, listen, if you’re gunna stick
around, we probably should look at getting a bigger place.”
Derek was right, his apartment was one bedroom and one bathroom and not nearly
big enough for three werewolves, because Derek knew that when Isaac returned
from ‘finding himself’, he would move in with them too.
Isaac had not been able to look at Scott since Allison’s death. He had told
Derek with a soft voice and sad eyes how he couldn’t trust Scott now, how Scott
hadn’t saved anyone and how he wanted out of his pack and his house.
Derek could understand, he didn’t always agree with Isaac’s decisions but he
would never turn him away. He had bitten Isaac and dragged him into this life;
same as Stiles, so he would always be their ‘True Alpha’ no matter what pack
they ended up in.
Derek’s attention was drawn back to Stiles when he spoke, “Is that okay? I
mean, I can’t go home while I can’t control myself, ‘specially with the way we
fight. Maybe one day, I could go back, but not now.”
Derek had been considering getting a house for a while now; somewhere out near
the woods where they could run on a full moon without anyone noticing. It
wasn’t like he didn’t have the money, he had inherited a pretty penny when his
family had burned. He hadn’t spent any of it, never even thought about it until
now so it had been sitting in his bank account, accumulating interest.
Derek nodded, “Yeah, okay. But you still need to talk to your dad, to explain
everything.”
Stiles nodded, “Yeah I know, doesn’t mean I want to though.”
We can call by and see him on the way through town,” Derek murmured, “I have a
place in mind already.”
***** I See a Bad Moon Rising. *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry about the delay, I lost ten thousand words of this fic when
     auto-save failed me so bad. So I had to re-write like 6 chapters,
     needless to say, I've learned to save as I go.
     Please remember this is unbeta'd so any mistakes are my own. Also, I
     thrive of comments, so if anyone has anything to say about the fic,
     please do, I love hearing them.
     Also sorry it's so short, this chapter was so much better in v1.0
     until auto save stabbed me in the back.
Derek knew the talk was inevidable. He knew Stiles would need to talk to his
dad sooner or later and Derek knew he was hoping it would be later but Derek
knew, from experience because he was emotionally stunted or something, that the
longer you waited, the worse shit got which is why Derek had all but carried
Stiles to his dad’s front door.
John answered before they could even knock, obviously drawn the commotion of
Derek dragging Stiles from the car, the growling as he flailed and almost hit
the cement before Derek had caught and righted him.
Derek was struck with how old he looked, ragged with skin stretched thin over
bone. He had never looked old before, and obviously the last two months had
weighed him down and made sleeping impossible going by the black rings under
his eyes.
John never spoke, he just stepped back and motioned them through the door.
Stiles walked through, head done, straight into the lounge room. Derek
followed, nose wrinkling at the smell of stale whiskey and despair. John walked
in and sat in the single seater lounge, leaving Stiles and Derek to fall onto
the three seater.
Stiles sat closer than nessessary, his thigh and knee pressed against Derek’s,
their shoulders touching. Derek never moved away, even when he noticed John’s
eyes flicker down to where they were touching, he understood the wolfs need to
be close to pack when under threat.
“So, ah…” John rubbed a hand over his face and it was such a Stiles thing that
Derek frowned.
“So, he’s Stiles again,” Derek started, trying to bring some light to the
tension filled room, but he never got to continue because Stiles interrupted
him.
“Derek bit me to save me,” he said it in a rush, finally lifting his eyes to
look at his father. John’s face was carefully schooled into understanding and
Derek knew it to be a practiced law enforcement look that they used on victims,
Derek hated that look and wanted to use his fist to wipe it off John’s face and
for a moment, he forgot why he couldn’t. He knew his eyes flashed red before he
could control it. He felt Stiles tense next to him, before his hand fell onto
Derek’s knee and squeezed. John raised his eyebrows at the exchange but didn’t
bring it up.
“Okay,” John murmured, he hand known of the information that The Pack had
found, he knew it was a possibility. Derek can still remember leaving the house
when John gripped his arm, You save him, Derek, you save my son. so Derek did,
and not for the first time, Derek put his life on the line to save the pesky
human that had wormed his way under his skin and into the pack.
Stiles was tense, ready to run or fight and this time Derek placed a hand on
his knee, partly for comport but also for restraint. Derek knew John was
familiar with the supernatural, but he wasn’t particularly fond of them and now
his son was one. It would have to be a harsh pill to swallow but Derek knew the
break down would come after they left, John was too professional to let it
happen in front of them.
“Dad, you know I can’t come home, right?” Stiles’ voice was shaking slightly as
if he was worried about John’s reaction and Derek didn’t blame him, God knew
John loved his son, but occasionally he over reacted about things. Derek knew
John would have every right to flip out about his seventeen year old son moving
out and living with a twenty four year old werewolf that had been accused of
several murders.
John took a deep breath, and nodded, “Yeah I kinda got that, Stiles, I just
want to know you’re okay?”
Stiles shrugged and looked down again, “No, I’m so very far from okay, that if
okay were this room, I would be out floating the pacific somewhere. But I will
be.”
John winced at Stiles’ honesty but he nodded all the same. “Okay, I assume
you’ll be staying with Derek?”
***** Say Something... *****
Chapter Notes
     Shit is a bit crazy in this chapter, it started off as a simple brawl
     and turned into this.
     Once again, let me know what you think.
     Thanks for reading :)
Isaac came back three days after they moved into the new house. Derek hadn’t
worried about moving his furniture from his apartment, he had just hired an
interior decorator and paid a handsome tip and they had done it for him.
Stiles’ had already made his room his own, with a fresh coat of paint and stuff
from his room at his dad’s house. Derek’s room was sparsely furnished, a
bedroom suite in dark mahogany with chocolate paint on the walls and dark
curtains on the doors that led to the balcony his room shared with Stiles’.
Isaac chose a room on the far side of the second floor, carefully placing his
meagre possessions into the cupboard before flying down stairs to where Derek
and Stiles were fighting over what to have for dinner. It was a regular
occurrence, Derek and Stiles toe to toe in the kitchen, Stiles raving about
healthy and heart smart dished and Derek growling that he was twenty four and
had no reason to be heart smart.
Stiles would eventually give in once Derek’s eyes flashed from brown to red,
and they would agree on a half healthy stir fry or casserole, well normally.
Isaac threw a wrench in the works when he stepped between them and muttered
about Mexican. Derek rounded on him, a smirk of victory, “Yes! Mexican!”
 
Derek should have known living in a Pack house wouldn’t be easy, especially
with two teenage boys who barely even liked each other. Isaac hogged the
upstairs bathroom, forcing both Derek and Stiles to use the downstairs one, and
Stiles hogged the TV, forcing Derek to buy all three of them flat screens for
their bedrooms.
Two weeks in, the day of the full moon, seen their biggest argument yet. It
resulted in a broken table, smashed laptop screen and the splintered plaster of
a wall, with Derek standing in-between the two panting, beta shifted boys.
“What the hell is your problem?” He growled, red eyes shifting from one boy to
the other. He had a hand pressed to Stiles’ chest and a hand on Isaac’s
shoulder restraining both of them while they strained and snap at each other.
Derek didn’t want to force them down using the Alpha, he needed them to be able
to control themselves without his influence, and they needed to sort their shit
out before they destroyed his house. He felt his lips curl into a snarl as
Isaac threw out a clawed hand, missing Stiles by a mile but catching Derek’s
shoulder.
His wolf rose and roared, the roar echoing from Derek’s lips. Isaac coward
back, hands over his head while Stiles stayed upright but his eyes became human
and he bared his throat to his Alpha.
Derek dropped his arms, flexing his hands into fists and reining the Wolf back,
because it was howling and fighting at its confines to feel Stiles beneath it.
And, well, shit, when did that happen, Derek wondered, maybe when Stiles had
unwittingly bared his throat as a sign of submission, without knowing the
entire implications of what he was doing.
“What the fuck is going on?” Derek growled again, and this time, both sets of
eyes came to him, hearing him and processing the question.
“Him,” Stiles snarled, eyes flaring again, “sticking his nose in shit that has
nothing to do with you him. He’s been back for two fucking weeks and…” he broke
off with a roar as he lunged again but this time, Derek caught him around the
waist and hauled him backwards.
Isaac laughed at them, at Stiles’ futile attempts to escape, further
infuriating him. Derek growled, deep down in his throat and the smile melted
off Isaac’s face. Derek was so profoundly sick of this shit. These boys were
supposed to be pack, yet here they were fighting like rabid wolves.
Derek wasn’t silly enough to think that the full moon wasn’t playing havoc with
the boys but, goddamnit, he was sick of hearing the bickering and the snarling
and the growling. He had known they had never been what you would call friends
but he thought they had tolerated each other, even went as far as helping each
other when the going got tough. But now, here they were, salivating at each
other’s throats.
“You,” Derek pointed at Isaac while keeping a firm grip on Stiles, “Go. Go for
a fucking run and cool off or something. Don’t rush back,” Derek yelled as
Isaac stalked from the room. When he was gone, Derek released Stiles and turned
on him. “What the hell is going on?”
Stiles looked out the window at Isaac’s retreating back and Derek could feel
his muscles tense in effort not to dive out after him. It took him thirty
seconds before he got himself under control and turned back to Derek. “Malia.”
Derek raised his eyebrows because Stiles was looking at him like the word
explained everything.
Stiles sighed, “Ever since Allison died, well, Isaac has been super protective
of Lydia and Malia. Like, crazy, creeper, stalker protective. It’s kinda
disgusting but of course, the girls are loving it. Don’t you wonder where he
spends all his time? Standing outside their bedroom windows. Dude, they aren’t
even pack, he’s being ridiculous.” Stiles spun around and paced across the
room, “he thinks I’m abandoning Malia by joining your pack.”
Derek cocked his head, “He… what?”
Stiles smirked, “See… ridiculous. Malia and I, well, we’re going through a
rocky patch. She’s having trouble with school and with shifting and well, I’m
not. Lydia’s shitty by extension because I’ve pissed both Scott and Malia off.”
Derek was sure what Stiles was saying was the truth, after all his heartbeat
had stayed steady, but that made no sense, Isaac was done with Scott, he had
said so himself, when he had turned up on Derek’s doorstep, a sobbing mess and
confessing he had wanted to kill Scott when Allison had died in his arms.
Stiles stalked back over to Derek, “Isaac hasn’t gone back to Scott’s pack, he
doesn’t want to, I don’t think he ever will but they are trying to work their
shit out… for Allison, apparently. I think they all had a ‘thing’ when Allison
was still alive.”
“Like a thing thing?” Derek asked, his nose wrinkling in surprise. “No, don’t
even tell me. What’s all this got to do with what happened here and my broken
wall? Which you guys are fixing, by the way.”
“Oh,” Stiles blinked as if he had forgotten about the brawl, “Well, he is
threatening to tell Malia that I want to break up. And I don’t, well, I don’t
think I do but the point is it’s my decision. He doesn’t even know what the
hell is going on. I just can’t face any of them right now, not with the
nightmares so bad. Every time I see them, I am just reminded off all the
terrible stuff I’ve done and seen and I just can’t, Derek… please don’t make
me.”
Derek wasn’t sure when Stiles went from angry to horrified and panicked, but
Stiles was. Tense and scared, with his throat bared again, whining like he was
trying to please his Alpha and fuck, his wolf sure was pleased. He blinked away
the red rapidly, “Stiles, stop, I’m not going to make you do anything. I’ll
talk to Isaac, hell, I’ll talk to everyone. And next time you have a nightmare,
wake me up, okay?”
Stiles snorted, “If my screaming doesn’t wake you up, I doubt me bashing on
your door will. But I’ll try.”
Derek had felt Stiles exhaustion and fear through the pack bond, but it wasn’t
uncommon for a wolf to feel like that so close to a full moon and it didn’t
help that Derek kept a tight grip on the bond. After losing an entire pack, and
his family, the agony had been so much he had nearly walked himself into the
burning house to join them, only Laura holding him back had stopped him. He
didn’t want to feel that again, he didn’t think he could do it again, didn’t
think he would live through it. So he had muted it, kept it at arm’s length and
obviously it was detrimental for the pack.
“Go upstairs, Stiles, stay upstairs and calm down, I’ll talk to Isaac and Scott
and sort this out.”
Stiles nodded and backed from the room.
Before Derek could speak to anyone, he needed to fix the pack bonds, needed to
let them go and needed to stop thinking of the past. He pulled his leather
jacket tighter around him as he walked out the back door and into the woods
that surrounded the house. Once he was a good distance from the house, he
stopped and looked up at the sky, praying for his mother’s help because he was
sure he was going to need it.
He could feel the bond in the corner of his mind, struggling against the wall
he had shoved it behind, so he let it go, let it flood his body. There was a
white, hot flash of agony as he felt something he never thought he would feel
again. Pain shot through his head, searing behind his eyes before he could
swear his heart was going to explode in his chest. He was breathing hard; eyes
squeezed shut as he fell to his knees.
He felt the shift come, felt his clothes fall from his body as it contorted and
changed to become the tall, black wolf that was so similar to the one that had
haunted his own dreams. His eyes flared red and he howled, loud, strong and
hurt before the pain became too much and his mind shut down, the entire world
going blank and black as he passed out.
***** I'm Sorry I Couldn't get to you. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Derek was not entirely sure where he was, he could feel the hard ground under
his bare back, the cool wind on his naked skin. He could see bright light
through his eyelids so he forced his eyes open, he was in the woods. But not in
his woods.
He knew what he would see before he sat up, he could feel the darkness in his
bones as his eyes fell on the giant tree in front of him, The Nematon. Sitting
in the center of the trunk was the big black wolf, with a white chest and red
eyes, staring at him.
“Mum?”
The wolf stood and walked towards him, before halting nose to nose. ‘You’ve
lost your way, child.’
Derek cocked his head as his mother’s voice echoed in his head, he frowned at
the sensation of someone in his head as his mother spoke again, ‘But you’ve
chosen the right path, letting the bond in. Wolves are not bred to be alone,
you are not meant to be alone. You need your pack as much as they need you.’
The wolf seemed to look into his soul, before it let out a purring growl, ‘You
have met your mate. Your wolf has recognised it’s other half.’
A sudden sense of panic shot through him, “What are you talking about?”
‘You may not have recognised it yet, but your wolf knows. You will understand
when the time is right.’
The scene around him was starting to fade, that voice echoing through his head,
‘Do not lose your way, my son.’
 
This time when he woke, he could feel something soft against his back and he
was surrounded by heat and he was surrounded by darkness. He blinked his eyes
open, glaring at the chocolate ceiling above him. He was obviously in his room,
in his bed and as he moved, he noticed there was obviously someone else in the
bed with him.
He turned his head to come face to face with a sleeping Stiles, curled around
him with an arm thrown over his chest… his very bare chest. He shifted slightly
and Stiles mumbled in his sleep, moving closer and clutching Derek tighter.
Exshuation was still clinging deep in Derek’s bones so he turned his head and
buried his nose in Stiles’ hair, breathing in the scent of pack and Stiles as
he let his eyelids fall shut.
 
“Derek.”
Derek shook off the persistant voice and growled, shifting and burying his nose
in Stiles’ throat… Shit, Stiles’ throat, what? He jerked awake and sat up, the
blankets fall down to pool in his lap and he shivered in the cold. Stiles was
still curled against him, with the comforter pulled up to his chin and
goddamnit, he looked adorable and so fucking peaceful that Derek would maim
whoever was calling him if they woke Stiles up.
“Derek.” Finally he identified the voice that had woken him, Deaton was
standing in his door, hesitating on the threshold. Derek squinted at the clock
on his bedside table. 7pm. What had happened? He had gone out into the woods
shortly before midday and now it was dark and cold and night time.
Derek made to move but Stiles shifted and whimpered so he stilled and motioned
Deaton into the room. He moved silently in and came to sit in the arm chair
beside the bed. Derek placed a hand on Stiles’ shoulder and he stopped moving,,
content again.
“I felt something yesterday morning, coming from here,” Deaton started, “I came
straight here, I found you passed out. Stiles beside himself, he couldn’t be
calmed until you were here and he could be with you.”
Derek could hardly process what Deaton was saying, he rubbed a hand over his
eyes and frowned, “Where’s Isaac? How long was I out for?”
“You’ve been out for more than 24 hours. Isaac is fine; I believe he is in the
kitchen cooking Mexican for dinner. He, too, felt it but didn’t hit the level
of hysteria Stiles did.” Deaton cocked his head, “but you should know that.”
“What?”
“Use the bond Derek.” Deaton murmured so Derek tried, he pulled at it until he
first felt Stiles, settled and peaceful next to him, then he felt Isaac,
worried and preoccupied downstairs. The bond was whole and it was amazing and
so fucking terrifying that he had to fight the urge to shut it down again.
“What happened when I let it in?” Derek murmured.
“You completed the transformation.” Deaton answered, “When I got here, I found
a wolf, Derek. You were a wolf. Have you ever performed the complete
transformation before?”
Derek shook his head, it had never occurred to him to try. His mother had been
able to turn into a wolf, black with a white chest, but she was the only one in
the family who could, not even Peter when he went on his psychotic alpha
murdering spree had been able to. “Only my mother was able too.”
Deaton nodded like he knew something Derek didn’t, which was highly possible
considering Deaton seemed to know everything about everything. It wouldn’t be
the first time the man had showed up with his briefcase and his books and saved
the pack with his knowledge.
“It’s an Alpha thing, more of a born wolf thing than a bitten but it is
possible for bitten wolves to completely transform too. But it is only possible
after an Alpha has formed a pack and the pack bond, because a pack isn’t a pack
until it has bonded.” Deaton paused while Derek caught up, “you and your pack
are bonded, and you are now officially an Alpha.”
Derek frowned; he’d been an Alpha for more than a year now and he couldn’t
quite understand how he wasn’t an Alpha then but is now. He rubbed at his eyes
again, leaning back against the bedhead and pulling the quilt up over his
chest, as Isaac knocked on the door. He was holding a plate with three plates
on a tray and he eyed Deaton nervously, “I, ah, only made enough for us.”
Deaton nodded and stood, “Of course,” he turned to Derek, “if you need me, you
know where to find me.” Then he was gone.
Isaac took his place on the arm chair and set two of the plates on the bedside
table. He nodded at Stiles, “You should wake him, he hasn’t eaten today.”
Derek nodded and rubbed the hand on Stiles’ shoulder, down his arm and back
again to gently shake him awake. He stirred, whined then his eyes flickered
open sleepily. When they fell on Derek, he launched up and into his lap, “God,
I don’t even know what happened… but never again, do you hear me? You’re not to
do it ever. Again.”
Derek startled at the sudden movements but rested a hand on Stiles’ hip before
giving him a shove so he fell back onto the bed. “I hope I never have to do it
again. Anyway, tea’s ready.”
Derek passed him a plate them reached for his own, pleasantly surprised to see
t-bone steaks and veggies on it. A perfect meal after a shitty day. They ate in
silence for a while before Isaac spoke, “Sorry about yesterday morning. I was
out of line.”
Both Derek and Stiles looked up from their plates, neither sure who he was
talking to but they both nodded. Derek knew Isaac blamed himself when bad shit
happened, and Derek knew it was because of how his old man treated him and
Derek would dearly love to inflict pain on the man, but Jackson had robbed both
of them that pleasure.
Stiles finished his dinner in silence, then reached over Derek to put the plate
in the table and snag the remote control with a smirk. Derek narrowed his eyes
as the TV flicked on and The Simpsons lit up the room. That was okay, Derek
could handle The Simpsons but he had come home from town one day to find Isaac
and Stiles sitting, watching The Bold and the Beautiful and it had scarred him.
He nearly needed therapy for that day.
Derek shifted and put his plate on top of Stiles’ before he spoke, “So
something happened today.”
“You don’t say Captain Obvious.” “Are you sure?”
He wasn’t sure who said what because he was too busy focusing on the bond,
using it and pulling at it too see if either boy noticed. Stiles did first, he
stopped and cocked his head before turning wide eyed to look at Derek, Isaac
followed soon after. It was only a minute later that he felt both of them
pulling from their ends of the bond too.
“Well, that’s new,” Stiles murmured, burying back into Derek’s side again.
Derek could feel his need for comfort and security through the bond, so he
draped an arm around his shoulders, “is that what happened when I was pretty
sure you were dead and taking us with you?”
Derek nodded, “I have been too scared to really let it in, so when I finally
did, it flooded me and forced me into the shift.”
Isaac nodded, curling up in the chair and pulling a blanket over himself, eyes
flicking back to the TV as the Friday night move started.
“Wait, what did you two do last night?” Derek had forgotten about the full
moon, only remembering when the movie title appeared on the screen American
Werewolf in London, “on the full moon?”
“Deaton took us to the loft, he locked me in,” Stiles explained without taking
his eyes off the TV, “Isaac just chilled. You know, ‘cause he’s got his shit
under control.”
Derek filed that away so he could remember to thank Deaton next time he seen
him, so much for a real Alpha who would pass out through a full moon and leave
his pack alone, especially with such new wolves.
They all fell into a comfortable silence, knowing that when the sun rose
tomorrow, it would be back to everyday life with a shit tonne of stuff to talk
about and work out. Derek still needed to talk to Scott and Isaac about
pressuring Stiles, who obviously was way too unstable to deal with their shit.
They would need to talk about everything that happened to Derek in the woods,
and practice using the bond. Derek would also need to start training Stiles to
shift, but for now he just relaxed with his pack.
He feel asleep with Isaac curled up in the arm chair, breathing quietly and
Stiles curled into him and Derek’s nose pushed into Stiles’ hair, contently
breathing in the scent of pack.
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, so Derek can transform into a complete wolf now, I will explore
     this all a little more, I just wanted a little fluff.
     Anyway, I hope you're enjoying this, please let me know, also if you
     have anything you would like to see in this fic, pop it in the
     comments and I'll see what I can do.
***** You're the one I love, and I'm saying Goodbye. *****
Chapter Notes
     Once again, this story is unbeta'd so any mistakes are my own. If
     anyone sees anything that annoys them too bad, feel free to let me
     know. Also, again, don't forget to give me feedback, because I thrive
     off that shit.
     I hope you enjoy :)
Derek woke up with a start, struggling for breath and sweating even though he
had been dreaming of romping through a field with his pack, howling at the full
moon and rough housing with each other. He struggled to clear his head,
blinking the sleep away rapidly. He couldn’t understand why he was so frantic,
why his heart was beating so fast, when he had woken from a pleasant dream.
He caught on pretty quickly when Stiles struggled with the sheets that had
wrapped around him, his skin pale and shining with sweat as he grimaced and
whimpered in his sleep. Derek reached over and pulled the boy in close to him,
wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. Isaac wasn’t far behind,
throwing the door open and falling into bed on the other side of Stiles until
they were both wrapped around him.
“Stiles,” Derek whispered, shaking him lightly, he knew better then to haul
Stiles up and wake him up roughly because he woke he woke up flailing and
fighting with glowing eyes. Since the first night Stiles had slept in Derek’s
bed, he hadn’t left. They fell into bed together and more often than not, Isaac
joined them and they had learned quick how to deal with Stiles’ nightmare, how
to wrap around him and hold him and draw him out slowly.\
Tonight, he woke up sobbing into Derek’s chest, the scent of pack around him
stopping the fight reflex before it even started. Isaac rubbed his back,
murmuring nonsense into his ear as Derek held him into his chest and let him
cry it out.
Somehow it had never occurred to any of them, that this was weird, that before
they bonded none of them would have touched each other like this, instead
offering awkward comfort from arms distance. That night ten days ago had
changed everything, pack scent had become like home, had helped sooth all of
them after bad days or nightmares. Contact with pack, hugs or cuddling or even
a hand on a shoulder, made everything seem a little less worse than it really
was and it wasn’t rare for Stiles to burst through the front door after a
shitty day at school and fly into Derek’s room and curl up in his bed, the
scent comforting him, or for him to hunt Derek down and curl under his
shoulder, pulling him into a hug and Derek just went in, wrapping his arms
around him.
Isaac hadn’t reached that leave of comfort yet, but he still sort out pack
after a bad day, hurling himself into Derek’s bed or onto the lounge next the
Stiles or Derek. Derek himself found comfort in the boys or by wolfing out and
running on all fours around the property, rubbing along trees and making the
entire garden smell like him and pack.
 
Once Stiles was completely awake and aware, Isaac untangled himself and headed
back out the door, “I haven’t finished my econ assessment yet, Coach said he
was gunna bench me if I didn’t finish this one in time.”
Derek nodded and flicked the TV on for background noise, trying to chase the
scent of tension and fear from the room. Some late night horror move lit up the
room, making Stiles shuffle in closer. Derek rubbed a hand over his short hair
before letting it settle on Stiles’ shoulder, “Do you wanna tell me about it?”
“It was Scott this time, Scott and Peter on a killing spree. They came after my
dad, and … you. I… I tried to help but I wasn’t strong enough. I don’t … I
can’t lose you.” Stiles’ voice was wavering but the feel of terror and
desperation had left him, leaving him completely worn out.
Derek frowned, “You won’t lose us, you won’t. We’re not going anywhere. If it
helps, we can move your dad in here?” Derek wasn’t sure it was a brilliant idea
with the two barely controlled wolves in the house but Derek knew once John was
pack, neither of them would hurt him, the would hurt themselves before they
hurt pack.
A common theme in Stiles’ nightmares was John getting hurt or killed and Stiles
not being able to save him. Derek would have to think of some way to protect
him, because John may not be pack yet but Stiles was and Derek knew what it did
when someone lost their only family.
“I don’t know. It’s probably not safer here than there … not with me so
unpredictable.” Stiles sounded worn out and Derek didn’t want to push it when
he was still fresh out of a nightmare. He would deal with it tomorrow.
Derek didn’t sleep again that night, even after Stiles was asleep and snoring
lightly and Derek could feel the pleasant dream through the bond. He just laid
there, listening the his breathing until 3am when Isaac climbed into bed and
then he was surrounded by pack, and just basked in it.
 
Derek dropped both of them off at school the next morning, because the jeep was
‘making a strange noise’ and he refused to drive it. So Derek felt like a
soccer mum, waving them off before making his way home.
John was waiting on the front porch when he got home, Derek had text messaged
him asking him to come around before work because they needed to talk, and
figure out what to do about Stiles’ nightmares. Derek hid it well, but they
were starting to take their toll on him, he stayed awake most nights, forcing
pleasant dreams through the bond to Stiles to save him from the nightmares.
“Come in,” Derek murmured as he pulled open the front door. They wandered into
the sitting room and sat opposite each other on the soft leather lounges.
“Stiles is having nightmares.”
John nodded, “I knew he was, he was having them at home. He would wake up
screaming or crying but he would never tell me what was wrong.”
Derek shrugged, “Yeah well, I only know because I can feel it. It took him
months to confide in me… - ”
“Wait, what? You can feel it? What do you mean, months?” John looked confused
and his heart rate skyrocketed, leaving Derek to deduct he hadn’t known that
Stiles would sneak out and come to him most nights, even before he was bitten.
“I can feel them both through the pack bond.” Derek had been practicing with
it, experimenting with Deaton and could almost tell what the boys where
thinking with it, “I don’t really see the dreams, but I feel what he feels and
I’m always there when he wakes up.” Derek intentionally ignored the question
John had asked about the months leading up to Stiles taking the bite, that was
something Stiles needed to talk about with John, not Derek.
“None of you have ever mentioned a pack bond?” John looked dubious, frowning at
Derek.
“Yeah, it’s a new thing. Only really forms once I let it and according to
Deaton, I’m emotionally stunted and it took me too long to catch on.” Derek
paused thoughtfully, “actually, it was Stiles’ nightmares that made me
realise.”
John nodded, “Okay, so what do we do?”
“Well,” Derek thought for a moment, “I was going to ask you to move in here,
most of his nightmares revolve around you getting hurt, but he isn’t keen on
that because he’s not in total control yet.”
Again John nodded, he had a look of understanding on his face and fleetingly,
Derek was grateful Stiles had already had the ‘werewolves are real’ talk
because John was taking this so much better then Derek had expected.
“I think you need to become pack.” Derek had never had a human bonded with him
before, he wasn’t sure what John would feel with the bond or if he would even
feel it at all. He had briefly spoken to Deaton who agree making John pack
would help sooth Stiles a little.
“Ah, what?”
“Pack,” Derek repeated, “not by taking the bite, there is a ritual we can do,
that will bond you with the pack. I’ve never done it before, but Deaton has.
Once, with my grandmother, long before my mother was even born. Being pack will
allow us to sense you and make sure you’re safe at all times.”
“Will allow you to look around in my head, you mean?” John sounded half
frightened when he spoke, like he knew he was backed into the corner with no
other choice. He knew it would help his son but it scared him, nonetheless.
“No,” Derek denied, “not like that. You’re human, the bond maybe muted by that
but I should be able to sense if you’re in danger, Stiles may be able to more
so because of your existing bond.”
“Okay,” John murmured, avoiding Derek’s eyes, “when do we do this?”
“Full moon, so in about three weeks.” Derek shifted, “Deaton will perform the
ritual, only you and I need to be present. Stiles and Isaac need to stay away
from you on full moons until you’re pack to avoid any accidents.”
“Of course,” John agreed, looking down at his watch before standing, “I need to
get going, I’m due at work in fifteen minutes. Talk to Stiles about it for me,
he won’t take my calls or return my messages.”
“Yeah, I will.” Derek stood too, and followed John out the front door, “don’t
worry about Stiles giving you the cold shoulder. I think it’s a coping thing,
helping him deal with his nightmares. He’s the same with Scott, Lydia and Malia
at school.”
John nodded as he pulled open the cruisers door. Derek watched and waved as he
reversed and drove down the driveway. Derek turned back to lock the doors of
the house then got into the Camaro, and followed John down the driveway.
 
Derek found Scott, skipping school, at his house. Scott looked alarms and
defensive when he seen Derek standing on his door step. He pulled the door
open, but blocked his view into the house with narrowed eyes, “What are you
doing here?”
“You need to lay off the quilt trip on Stiles.” Derek growled, just looking at
the young Alpha made Derek’s wolf snap at its restraints. Derek didn’t trust
Scott, not after her betrayed him to Gerard. He knew Scott tried to do the
right thing, but it seemed his lines blurred between right thing for Scott and
right thing for Pack and Derek didn’t like that.
“I haven’t spoken to Stiles since that morning at your apartment,” Scott
snapped, “he won’t talk to me, he barely even talks to Lydia or Malia. He sulks
in the library all lunch and avoids me and my pack all the time.”
“You can’t fool me into thinking that none of you have laid the guilt on nice
and thick, I mean after all Stiles did when he was Void?” Derek snarled, “He’s
not sleeping and he’s hurting and I’m getting real sick of it, you understand.
Stop being a fucking idiot and realise he is still your brother and best
friend. Grow up, Scott, talk to him, tell him you’re sorry.”
“What am I sorry for?” Scott roared, eyes burning red, “he’s the one who hurt
my family, he’s the one who chose you over me, he’s the one who is blocking us
out. So go home and give him this pep talk ‘cause I don’t wanna hear it.”
“Are you even joking right now?” Derek shook his head at the idiocy, “are you…
I can’t even process that. You’re blaming him for being possessed?”
Scott laughed humorously, “He left himself open to the possession. Allison and
I both fought it off, we both rose above it and he didn’t.”
Derek growled, “He was too busy helping everyone else, he was looking after you
while you went through the break-up, he watched over Lydia while she was going
through everything, he helped Malia and he was too busy helping everyone to
realise he needed help too and if you can’t see that and if you are still
blaming him, then stay the fuck away from him and Isaac.” Derek turned away
from the gaping boy, “You’re an asshole, Scott.”
***** I see trouble arisin'. *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, so I've had a few people suggest Stiles' eyes should be blue,
     just letting everyone know, for the sake of this fic, I disagree
     because of what he did when he was Void, wasn't actually Stiles.
     Stiles didn't just go on a murdering spree for the sake of it, he was
     possessed, so no, in this fic, Stiles was innocent and Void was not.
     Also, the new baddies that pop up in this chapter are made up, but I
     have done research into runes and mages/magi so I am trying to work
     real lore and beliefs into it. The runes are real and based off latin
     and Old Frisian, as are the translations. So they are mostly made up
     but based on real shit.
     Anyway, hope you're enjoying OYE&LHATM.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Stiles POV.
Stiles wasn’t sure what had forced him from Derek’s bed, the Alpha wasn’t home
yet and Isaac was in the kitchen, working on homework. Stiles hadn’t really
been asleep, he never slept without Derek or Isaac next to him. He knew it was
hard on them, and he wouldn’t have blamed them if they both deserted him but
they never seemed to mind, even when he dragged them from sleep with his
restlessness and nightmares.
This time though, something had dragged him from bed. He jogged down the stairs
barefoot to the front door, where Isaac met him, looking equally confused.
Stiles motioned to the door, “Does it feel like you need to go somewhere too?”
Isaac nodded and hesitated with his hand above the door knob, “Should we..?”
Stiles didn’t want to make that decision, but the compulsion to leave was
almost painful so he nodded and Isaac pulled open the door. Both boys stepped
out into the cold night, wind blowing around them and Stiles knew without even
looking up, there was a storm brewing.
Isaac took the lead then, walking around the house and into the woods. Stiles
wasn’t sure how long they walked for, but he could tell when they left pack
land, Derek’s scent growing weaker and weaker until it was non-existent and it
left Stiles with a prickling feeling on the back of his neck.
“Isaac…” Stiles started, silencing when he seen movement out the corner of his
eye. Isaac turned fast, eyes tracking it too and suddenly Stiles knew they were
not safe out here, not without Derek. He pushed the feeling of panicking
through the bond, hoping that Derek would understand. Stiles hadn’t practiced
enough with the bond and right now, that was his biggest regret.
Isaac was better shifted, eyes glowing gold and Stiles soon followed, both
crouched low, ready for fight or flight. The blurred movement became slower and
Stiles was able to focus on the form, a very human looking shape but very
clearly not human with the speed they were travelling.
Another blur came from their right, forcing them to spin, back to back now,
watching both shapes through the wind and darkness. Stiles felt the first drop
of rain on his nose as the sky lit up golden with a flash of lightning and
Stiles was finally able to get a good look at whatever was surrounding them.
They looked human, though their skin was a pale gold colour, their eyes glowed
bright blue through the darkness and Stiles hoped that they didn’t change by
the same rules as a werewolves. They were both dressed in white flowing
dresses, the lace curling around bare feet that were hovering three feet from
the ground and what the actual fuck? They were floating?
Stiles was jerked back to the here and now when Isaac growled deep in his
throat, obviously as disturbed as Stiles was, and then the women were advancing
on them, mouths working silently. They approached fast, flickering in and out
of focus, kind of like a buffering YouTube video Stiles thought.
 
Derek POV.
Derek was driving towards the supermarket when he felt it, he felt the panic
and terror and reached out to his betas, while he spun the Camaro in a wild U-
turn, tyres screeching as he took off back towards the house.
Derek tried to communicate through the bond, tried to let them know he was
coming when suddenly there was a white hot flash of pain in his head and then
silence. It startled him that much that he swerved off the road, slamming the
brakes on and halting on the gravelly shoulder of the road.
He was shifted before he was fully out of the car.
He couldn’t feel them anymore, he couldn’t feel his betas anymore. He couldn’t
feel his pack anymore. He couldn’t…
He sprinted through the woods on four paws, ears flat back against his head,
not giving any fucks that anyone could have seen the giant, red eyed, black
wolf flying at inhuman speeds through the trees. All he could think of was
getting to Stiles and Isaac.
He threw his head back and howled, loud and terrified.
He slid to a halt when he heard an answering howl and cocked his head but kept
running when he never heard it again, he knew it wasn’t one of his pack anyway.
He ran passed the house, nose in the air, scenting them as he went. They
weren’t on pack land and he snarled when he jumping over a tree log on the edge
of his territory, if anyone had hurt them, he would rip them limb from limb.
He tried the bond again, felt the weak pulse of it in the corner of his mind
and clamped down on it, tugging and pulling until he could feel where they
were, and he sped up, the woods flashing by until came to a clearing with the
two boys in it.
They were both lying still in the middle of the clearing, in a circle of burnt
leaves and foliage. Derek shifted back to human and stumbled over to them, they
were alive, he knew they were, he could feel their weak pulses in the back of
his mind, but they looked so still.
He got to Stiles first, noticed his bare feet and bloody shirt, Isaac was a few
meters away, barefoot and bloody too. Derek pulled Stiles’ shirt up gently,
revealing a symbol craved into his chest, bleeding black blood. He then looked
under Isaac’s to find the same.
He caught movement in the corner of his eyes and spun, beta shifted and ready
to fight when he seen Scott, standing a distance away, his face pale but his
eyes red. “I…I heard your howl, I knew something was wrong for you to sound
like that.”
Derek couldn’t even talk, he just motioned to Isaac as he picked up Stiles.
Derek was naked but he couldn’t even bring himself to care as he and Scott
carried the two boys back onto pack land and into the house. Scott followed him
up the stairs and into his room, where he laid Stiles on the bed.
“Put Isaac on there too, it’ll help.” Derek murmured brokenly before pulling a
pair of sweats off the floor and pulling them on. “Can you call Deaton? There’s
a phone downstairs. I just… I need to stay here.”
Scott nodded but never left the room, instead pulling out his mobile phone and
Derek felt stupid for not remembering that was a standard thing these days.
Derek had one too, but it was back in his car, which was still in town more
than likely with the doors open and very possibly the motor still running.
He rubbed a hand over his face before going into the bathroom and pulling the
towels out of the cupboard. Scott tried to take one off him when he started
cleaning Stiles and was thanked with red eyes and a growl. He didn’t try again.
Derek had both boys shirtless and rather clean by the time Deaton walked
through the door with his briefcase. He shot a surprised look at Scott,
standing in the corner before approaching the bed. “What happened, Derek?”
Derek shrugged, “I don’t know, I was driving in town and I just felt it. Pain
and terror then nothing.”
Deaton examined both boys, checking pulses and heart rates and pupil dilation
before turning to Derek, “I think it would be best for Scott to leave before we
wake them up.”
Derek frowned, “Why? He helped save them, he came when I called.”
“Because he isn’t pack, and honestly, I am not entirely sure, how either of
them will wake up. They will need to feel safe,” Deaton explained and Derek was
about to argue when Scott stepped forwards.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll go. Where’s your car, Derek?” Scott turned towards the
door, “I can go and pick it up. I can either bring it back or drop it at the
sheriff’s so it will at least be safe.”
“Yeah okay,” Derek said, giving Scott directions to where he had abandoned his
car while watching Deaton pull a small scalpel out of his briefcase. Deaton
waited until Scott had left before motioning Derek over to the bed.
“We need to wake up and find out who did this.” Deaton murmured, and Derek
scowled at the obviousness of the statement before Deaton pointed at the symbol
carved into the boys, “do you know what that means?”
Derek shook his head, he had never been into symbols and runes, it was all too
boring and too much theory for his tastes, that had always been Laura’s thing
and Derek was regretting that right now.
“It’s a rune, one I haven’t seen for a long, long time.” Deaton sounded old and
tired, “a rune that originated in the fifth century used by magi. It’s literal
translation is ‘spear’ but it is basically a declaration of war. It is commonly
used by a group of female magi, that go by the name æscōs which again has a
very basic translation of Ash-Tree Goddess’. They are ancient werewolf hunters,
they call them out – just as they did with Stiles and Isaac – and werewolves
cannot resist the call.”
Derek splutter, “What the hell are they? I’ve never heard of them before.”
Deaton laughed harshly, “They are very rare, so rare they are thought extinct
but obviously they aren’t. Even when they were common, they rarely strayed from
Europe. We can finish this discussion later, but we need to wake them up. They
have been marked, we need to find out what happened so I can start creating
protection for you all.”
Derek nodded, “Okay.”
Deaton leaned over Stiles and lowered the scalpel to his chest and sliced
straight down over his heart and through the rune. Stiles splattered, shifted
and roared, flying upright and would have clawed Deaton’s chest open if Derek
hadn’t have leapt on him to restrain him. Deaton was already on the other side
of the bed, repeating the procedure on Isaac.
Chapter End Notes
     Finally some Scott redemption, hopefully we can set him on the right
     path now :)
***** I'll be the one, if you want me to be *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Beacon Hills; 1819
“Run,” screamed the beta shifted Mary Hale, shoving at her children. They stood
shocked and still, watching the woman approach. Her skin glowed golden in the
fire light as the house burned around them.
Mary was sure the rest of her family and her mate had gotten to safety, she
could feel them through the pack bond, she could feel the relief at being safe
and the worry for her and their younger siblings. Mary knew she wouldn’t make
it out of this alive, she knew why these women had come knocking on their door.
Mary had fallen in love with a human, he had become her mate and the most
important person in his life, until he had fallen ill. She withstood the
begging and pleading for the better part of a year before she had given in too
Timothy and bitten him. They were here because he bit and innocent, they were
here for her.
She pushed her children out the door and into the billowing wind, she couldn’t
hear them, but she sensed them running towards their father, she could feel him
catch them and drag them into the wagon.
‘Go,’ she urged through the bond and she could feel his hesitation, his
reluctance to leave his mate, ’go,’ she pushed through with the power of the
Alpha this time, felt him turn and flog the horses into a gallop, felt the
echoing of his breaking heart as her own shattered.
She pulled strength from the full moon, felt her bones break and realign, felt
her clothes fall from her wolf form as the woman walked from the burning house.
Mary’s eyes glowed red and she bared her teeth, she knew she wouldn’t be able
to kill the hunter by herself, they were too powerful being witches with the
power of knowledge and magic behind them, but she could hold them off long
enough for Timothy to get their family away.
“Mary Hale, you were marked to live until you gave the bite to an innocent now
you are sentenced to death.”
Mary snapped her teeth and crouched low as the witch pulled a silver knife from
her boot. Mary wasn’t stupid enough to think it was a plain knife, her wolf
senses could feel the magic radiating from the blade.
Mary lunged, fangs bared and front paws extended. She felt flesh split beneath
her fangs and bones crunch in her jaws but the witch never faltered, bring the
knife up in a swift arch and burying in the wolf’s ribcage. Mary howled and
fell back, hitting the ground human and naked. The woman glanced down at her,
crouching as Mary yanked the knife from her ribs with shaking hands, moving
with inhuman speed and caught the witch in the chest, pushing her weight behind
it, straight into her heart.
The witch flickered, her mouth open wide in a silent scream as her skin started
to glow and crack, her shining bright blue until they fell closed as her body
seemed to cease existing and all that was left in her place was the blade and
silver blood pooled in the dirt.
 
Beacon Hills; Present Time
Derek gasped and fell backwards, pulling his clawed fingers from the back of
Deaton’s neck, he would have hit the ground had Isaac and Stiles not caught him
and held him upright. Sharing memories had never taken it out of him life this
before, had never left him shaking and breathless.
“It’s okay,” Deaton murmured, turning to face the worried betas, “it is an old
memory and it takes a lot of strength to find it.”
Derek leaned heavily on Stiles and Isaac as they led him to a lounge and sat
him down, “how do you have that memory? Where did it come from? Why did it feel
like I was there? That I was that wolf?”
Deaton sighed at the bombardment of questions but sat opposite Derek and leant
forwards, “The wolf in the memory was Mary Hale, your great-great-
greatgrandmother. That memory has been shared with very emissary of the Hale
Pack exactly for this reason. It is a very powerful memory which is why it felt
like you were her.”
“What happened to her?” Derek asked, accepting the glass of water that Isaac
had brought back from the kitchen.
“She lived, though not for long. She found her emissary and pack and shared her
experience with them, she felt it would be important for everyone to understand
because if you take one of theirs, they take one of yours.”
“So they are after me? Just like they were after her?” Derek murmured.
Deaton shrugged him shoulders, “I really couldn’t answer that, I can’t even say
for sure it is the Goddess’, but that runes makes me mighty uncomfortable. Pair
that with what Stiles and Isaac told us, it sounds very much like them.”
Derek sat up a little straight, feeling a little more like himself now, “What
do we do?”
“I can make up protection runes that will essentially hide you all from them,
they will need to be tattooed on skin, the closer to the heart the better.”
Deaton stood up and picked up his brief case, “I will have them ready in the
morning, I will also make some up you can draw around the house and property to
stop them entering.” He was about to leave when he looked back and said
quietly, “I would suggest you fill Scott and his pack in and have them meet us
all at the clinic in the morning before opening so we can protect everyone.”
Derek nodded and Deaton turn and walked out the front door, closing it quietly
behind him. Derek turned back into the house too see Isaac and Stiles staring
at him expectantly from the lounge. He went over and flopped down between them
and they both curled into him.
“So who wants to ring Scott and get him over here?”
 
The first knock on the door revealed Lydia and Malia standing under the porch
light, looking extremely uncomfortable. Derek glowered at them for a moment,
before Lydia, true to herself, pushed passed him into the house.
Stiles was upstairs in his bedroom, having showered then shamelessly hid when
Derek had announced that Scott and his pack were due to show up by 10pm. Isaac
was … well the bond told him in the house but he was doing a good job of hiding
too, probably with Stiles playing Grand Theft Auto, because as if their life
wasn’t violent enough.
Scott and Kira showed up exactly seven very uncomfortable minutes later, and
saved him from Lydia’s ravings about him being a terrible host and Malia’s
frosty silence that had never thawed out any, even after she found out she was
a Hale.
Once all five of them were settled in the lounge room, he called to his betas
quietly. He felt their reluctance and called louder, this time pushing his
Alpha compulsion into it. They both stumbled down the stairs a few minutes
later, eyes downcast and feeling irritated at being Alpha’d into doing
something they very obviously didn’t want to do.
The sat either side of Derek on the two seater lounge, squishing up next to him
so as he had to rest his arms over their shoulders so they could all fit. Derek
ignored the curious looks from the other pack as they curled into him, Stiles
resting his head on his chest and Isaac resting his on his shoulder.
“What the hell is this?” Lydia snapped, waving a hand towards the hugging.
Derek frowned and narrowed his eyes at her, “They are seeking comfort from
their alpha because you guys aren’t exactly on talking terms right now.”
“And why is that?” Malia retorted, “what bullshit have you been feeding my
boyfriend and one of my best friends that make them uncomfortable with me?”
Derek winced, Stiles had obviously never had the conversation with her that
Isaac and him were fighting about, leaving her unaware of the situation and
evidently blaming Derek for the awkwardness between them all.
“Nothing. He’s said nothing to us,” Stiles murmured without looking up, “he’s
just looked after us, and protected us -…”
“Yeah,” Isaac agreed, his voice confident from the crook of Derek’s neck, “he
has –.”
“No.” Derek snapped, “This isn’t the time for this. I called you here for a
reason.”
Lydia stood up abruptly, “Yes, it is the time, because I am so sick of this
shit. I love Stiles and Isaac but I can’t talk to them because of the tension
between the packs, neither of them will even look at me in class letalone talk
to me if I try to approach them. Scott fucked up, Derek fucked up, all of us
have fucked up, but it’s not Stiles’ fault what happened and if you…” she
rounded on Scott, “cannot see that, then you suck.” She stepped passed Malia
and over to put a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, squeezing gently. Her face was set
into a look that Derek couldn’t decipher and there was prickle in the corner of
his brain and suddenly there was a third string mixed in with the bond and what
the actual fuck?
Derek glanced up at the redhead, startled into silence. Scott still hadn’t said
anything yet and obviously hadn’t noticed what just happened. Kira was startled
at the exchange, still unfamiliar enough with the group that she looked like
she wasn’t sure if she should say anything and it was probably for the best
because Scott looked ready to explode suddenly.
Scott’s eyes glowed red and he stepped forward, snarling revealing fangs. Derek
tensed and was about to push his betas from his lap when Lydia held up a hand,
“No, you don’t get to be angry. Stiles can be angry, I can be angry, Malia can
be angry but you don’t get to be.”
Malia was sitting on the floor and looked utterly shatter, like she realised
she had lost both her bestfriends and her boyfriend, but she was yet to speak.
Kira placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder, and pulled him back a step. He huffed
before turning on his heel and leaving the room, Derek heard the front door
slam and his car engine crank.
Kira turned the follow but Malia grabbed her hand, “No, we need to hear what
they have to say, you can fill him in later, Lydia can drive you home?”
Derek hadn’t wanted it to go like this, Scott had helped him, Scott had come
when he’d called and now he had stolen a member of his pack. He tried to remind
himself that Lydia was definitely her own woman, but he still felt guilty that
she had chosen him over Scott. No, he corrected himself, she chose Stiles over
Scott and he hoped Scott could understand why.
“Today, a new threat knocked on our door. Stiles and Isaac were attacked and
marked by a line of ancient and magic werewolf hunters…” Derek started, before
being interrupted by Lydia. “What do you mean, like witch werewolf hunters?”
“Like the Argents on speed. It was like a bad trip,” Stiles spoke up without
lifting his head from Derek’s chest, “they were fucking floating.”
“They call themselves the Ash-Tree Goddess’. They chose who lives and who dies,
both Isaac and Stiles have been marked. Deaton says they have powers of
compulsion that are irresistible to werewolves. They were drawn from the house
and out into the woods were they were attacked and marked.” Derek rubbed his
hands up and down their backs, taking comfort in their proximity. “Deaton wants
us to meet at the clinic in the morning to tattoo protection symbols on us.”
“Even us?” Kira finally spoke up.
Derek cocked his head, “I would say it would be optional but I would seriously
think about it, I mean, if you hang out with us, they may not perceive the
difference.” Derek looked up at Lydia, “if you are serious about joining the
pack,” which she had to be because she was in his head, “I would advise you to
get one. Deaton will also have runes to place around your houses to keep them
out.”
Malia shifted, “Derek…” she was whining, in a voice eerily similar to how
Stiles sounds when he wants something. He looked at her expectantly and she
continued, “Do you think I could stay here while all this is going on? My dad,
well, he isn’t handling this stuff very well and I think it would kill him if
we had witches show up on our doorstep.”
Derek knew it was a bad idea offering Malia shelter but he couldn’t turn her
down. He would have to deal with the fallout later, because he was already
nodding. He poked both betas trying to get them to move and when neither did,
he stood up anyway, dropping a flailing Stiles onto the floor and Isaac onto
the vacated lounge.
“Show her the spare downstairs room,” Derek motioned for Isaac to go, while he
lifted Stiles from the floor and received a glare for his efforts, “I’m glad
being a werewolf has made you more graceful, Stiles.”
“Whatever Sourwolf, I’m going to get a drink,” he looked between Lydia, Kira
and Derek, “you guys want anything?”
All three of them shook their heads and Stiles left the room, Lydia and Kira
exchanged a look and suddenly Derek was filled with a sense of dread. Lydia
didn’t even have to ask and it left her speechless when he answered her
question, “You guys are welcome to stay tonight too.”
By the time they were ready for bed, Lydia and Malia were sharing a bed and
Kira was in the room next door, while Stiles, Derek and Isaac were crowded into
Derek’s bed, with the TV on and Derek had no spare sweat pants left, with all
the girls snagging a pair to sleep in.
Derek was drifting between awake and asleep when the bedroom door opened and
all three girls filed in, Malia climbing in the bed behind Stiles, making
Derek’s wolf snarl, but he kept his mouth shut and let her. Kira curled up on
the lounge while Lydia fell in beside Isaac and curled into him, dropping an
arm over his shoulders and her hand fell on Derek’s chest, resting over his
heart.
It should have been uncomfortable but Derek was sure he hadn’t sleep so well in
years.
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter moved pretty fast. I hope you are enjoying the journey.
     Don't forget to leave feedback and I'll see you all tomorrow.
***** You should know what you're fighting for. *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter has been half written for days now but I wasn't sure if
     it flowed very well but I gave up and here it is, I hope you like it.
Derek was woken at some ungodly hour by someone bashing on his front door. He
groaned and sat up, disturbing a bed full of bodies and rousing them from their
own slumbers. With a murmured apology, Derek climbed over them and out of bed,
jogging down the stairs to pull open the front door.
Derek blinked through the darkness at the flashing lights of the police cruiser
parked in his drive way before looking at Deputy Parrish standing in front of
him. Derek knew he was shirtless with his hair mused for sleep but he couldn’t
bring himself to care.
“Morning, Deputy Parrish,” Derek bit off a yawn, “what can I do for you?”
“Call me Jordan, I’m pretty sure we’re on a first name basis by now,” Parrish
said, “I just have to question you about a murder that occurred about 10pm,
across the road. I just wanted to know if you or anyone here seen or heard
anything?”
Derek was about to answer when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and
Parrish glanced around him and cocked his head, “Morning Stiles, Isaac. I just
have a few questions for you all.”
Derek stepped back and motioned Parrish inside, and they moved into the lounge
room. Derek dropped into his usual seat, with Isaac and Stiles sitting either
side of him. They had all sat down when Malia walked barefoot into the room and
Parrish nodded to her, “Malia.”
Malia nodded and dropped down between Stiles and Derek, half on Derek’s knee
and propped her feet on Stiles’ thighs. Parrish looked a little disturbed at
the easy contact between them and openly frowned as Lydia and Kira appeared and
sat at their feet on the floor.
“Is that all? Is there anyone else in here?” Parrish asked warily, watching
Lydia, “and what are you doing here, we had a date last night that you stood me
up on.”
Lydia shrugged, “It completely slipped my mind, sorry.”
Derek was beginning to think that he was going to need to fill Parrish in on
the situation, given the fact that Lydia appeared to be dating him and feeling
through the bond that she was incredibly infatuated with him.
“Jordan,” Derek started, “there’s something you should probably know.”
“Wait, what?” Stiles burst out, “you’re gunna tell him? Are you serious?”
Derek looked drily at Stiles, “Well I’m gunna have to now, you moron.”
Parrish watched the exchanged with a furrowed brow, “Care to fill me in?”
“Yeah.” “No.” “Dunno if it’s a good idea.” “Probably should.”
Derek growled, closing his eyes so Parrish didn’t see them flash red, and the
pack went quiet. Lydia stood up and went and sat next to Parrish on the lounge
and dropped a hand on his knee, “Baby, there is something you need to know
about us. See, the thing is…”
Derek opened his eyes, glowing and red and let his fangs protrude and Parrish
sunk back against the lounge, hands reaching for his gun with fear and
panicking openly projecting from him. Lydia was massaging his leg trying to
calm him down, murmuring too him, “No, no, it’s okay. We’re okay.”
Parrish froze, “Are you…? What even?”
“Werewolves,” Stiles interjected, “well we,” he motioned to Derek, Isaac and
himself, “are. Kira down there is a kitsune or fox. And Malia is a were-
coyote.”
Lydia pointed at herself, “Banshee.”
Parrish looked at Lydia, eyes wide, “What’s a banshee?”
“I can sense and predict death.”
“Which explains why you show up at ever crime scene, ever.” Parrish muttered,
“normally before we even do.”
Lydia nodded and Stiles snorted a laugh, which resulted in the entire room
dissolving into giggles. Parrish watched them, eyes flickering from person to
person before finally asking , “What’s the go with all the touching? I mean,
Derek, you don’t look like a big cuddler.”
Stiles laughed again, “Looks are obviously deceiving, because he is a big
cuddly teddy bear.”
Derek elbowed him, hard enough to make him yelp. “I am not a teddy bear. This
is a pack, Parrish, well most of us are. Wolves are tactile animals, we like
being close to pack, it provides us with comfort and a feeling of safety.”
“So you are all pack? You all live here?” Parrish asked.
Derek shook his head, “No, not all of us. Kira and Malia belong to Scott
McCall. They are here for safety in numbers at the moment. Lydia is a new
member of my pack and doesn’t live here but is welcome too if she so chooses.
Stiles and Isaac do live here, unfortunately.”
“Hey,” Stiles screeched, poking a finger into Derek’s ribs hard enough to make
him squirm, “he secretly loves us. He wouldn’t be able to function without us.”
Derek remained silent, there was too much truth in that statement to argue with
it. Parrish’s heartbeat had calmed down now, beating only a little too fast
instead of trying to rocket out of his chest. He was looking at the teenagers
and Derek with a look Derek couldn’t read, but Derek was never very good at
reading people anyway.
“Okay, just… I can’t process this right now, so I just need to ask you all some
questions.” Parrish held his hands up, palms out, “did anyone hear or see
anything outside around 10pm last night?”
All of them shook their heads, Kira was the only one who spoke, “Scott left
here around 10.15 last night. Maybe he seen something…”
“Wait,” Stiles looked up from Derek’s shoulder, “why are you asking us these
questions?”
“There was a woman murdered across the street at around 10pm last night,”
Parrish answered softy, “she was ripped apart.”
Derek tensed up at the words, “like an animal attack?”
Parrish shrugged, “Before this conversation, I would have said yes but now,”
Parrish raised an eyebrow and his eyes flickered around the room, “it looks
like a wolf attack.”
Kira leapt up, her eyes wild, “Scott.”
“No,” Stiles snapped, “he wouldn’t lose control like that.”
“Wouldn’t he?” Derek murmured, “His pack is his anchor and last night he lost
his anchor. There is a possibility is could have been Scott McCall.”
Parrish’s heart hammered in his chest again and Derek knew he was wondering how
he could arrest one of his friends who was also a werewolf so Derek saved him
from searching for answers, “Jordan, this is up to us, you know that right? If
he’s gone feral, you won’t be able to arrest him. I’ll have to kill him.”
“What?” yelped Kira and Parrish at the same time, the same wild look on their
faces.
“Think about all the movies you have seen,” Derek continued, “think about the
worst werewolf horror movie you have ever seen and times that by a hundred, if
Scott’s gone feral you won’t be able to spot him. I’ll need my pack and Deaton
just to be able to contain him.”
Stiles pushed back from the lounge to stand, “No, I won’t let you kill him.”
Derek snarled, his wolf howling with jealousy at his beta standing up and
protecting another Alpha and Stiles must have gotten the message when Derek’s
eyes shone red because he offered his throat as a sign of submission. Derek
snarled and stood, he could see Stiles flinch and take a step back but the wolf
was in control and Derek was lost in its feelings of mine and its need to
claim.
Stiles stumbled backwards until his back hit the wall and he flattened against
it, eyes wide and his chin still tilted up, baring his throat. Derek’s wolf
snapped, waltzing right up into Stiles’ space and plastered himself against the
boy and pushed his nose into his throat, nipping at the tender flesh with dull
human teeth that suddenly lengthened into fangs. His clawed hands gripped at
Stiles’ hips, pulling him closer and inhaling deeply, rubbing his nose into his
hair, rubbing his scent all along the boy who smelled of pack.
“Derek?” Stiles’ voice was soft and shaky, “are you with me, buddy?” He wasn’t
moving, didn’t dare to incase in aggravated the wolf even further. “Dude, stop
licking me.”
Derek was pulled back into himself and yanked the wolf back into its
restraints. He flew backwards so fast, he hit the lounge and fell backwards,
eyes blown wide and breathe coming in short huffs.
Parrish was watching with something akin to horror looking very much like he
wanted to go to Stiles but he was taking cues from the pack, who stood watching
silently, all of them unsure what had just happened. One minute they were
having a sane and sensible conversation, next minute Derek was dry humping
Stiles against the wall. Derek couldn’t blame them for the waves of confusion
and worry that flooded his head.
Without warning, Derek launched between them, shifting completely and sprinted
out the door, into the darkness. He felt Isaac shift and follow, though Stiles
– too shocked to even move from the wall – stayed behind.
 
Derek ran until sunlight filtered into the sky and he was exhausted. Isaac had
diligently followed him, obvious worry for his sanity flowing through the bond
and Derek knew he was worried Derek would go feral and follow in Peter’s
footsteps and perhaps go on a killing spree. But no, Derek was in complete
control, he just found it easier to think in wolf form and it had the added
bonus of not having to use words.
So when they walked through the front door at 6am, the cruiser was gone and
everyone was still asleep, Derek was still a wolf even though Isaac had shifted
back to human again. Derek could sense everyone was back in their own rooms, so
he jumped up the stairs and nosed Stiles’ door open, slinking through and
jumping onto the bed. Stiles opened his eyes briefing, squinting at the wolf
and recognising him as his Alpha, so he lifted the blankets and Derek slinked
under them, curling into Stiles’ chest.
A rumble echoed in his ear and it sounded like Stiles was purring as he mumbled
sleepily, “You can change the sheets, flea bag.” To which Derek growled softly
in his throat at the dog joke before they both slipped into fitful sleep
finally.
***** Are you ready for the perfect storm? *****
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Derek was awake and gone before anyone else even stirred after the emotional
night last night. Derek had to find Scott, although Peter turned him, with
Peter MIA, the responsibility fell to him to keep the young Alpha in check.
Derek knew what it was like to lose his anchor, it had happened to him when his
family had burned when he was 16, but he had had Laura to keep him grounded, to
pull him into line when he started going rabid. Scott had no one.
Derek tracked his scent and the scent of blood deep into the preserve where he
found Scott, curled naked in what looked like a fox hole. His skin was caked
with blood and Derek knew by scent it wasn’t his.
He blinked slowly, he didn’t want to have to kill the boy, he was essentially a
good person with minor lapses of not being such a good a friend. He knelt down
and shook Scott’s shoulder and he jerked awake with a start.
“What the hell, dude?” Scott glanced around with panic, his heart beat rising
until Derek was forced to hold him down and growl until he calmed down, “What
happened? Where’d the blood come from?”
Derek sighed, the kid had lost it. The scent of the blood was what he had
smelled this morning when he’d broken into the crime scene, Scott had murdered
someone, Derek was sure if he didn’t have the red eyes of an Alpha, they would
be ice blue now.
“Come on,” Derek helped Scott to his feet and lead him to the car and threw him
a blanket, it was passed 9 now so he knew everyone would be at school, even
Stiles who had started attending after Derek had worked it so all his classes
were with Isaac in case he needed to be pulled back into line, so the house
would be empty. “I’ll explain after you get cleaned up.”
 
Scott was showered and dressed before he spoke again. He nodded his chin
towards the front door and the crime scene, “Did I do that?”
Derek looked down and it was all the answer Scott needed, he whimpered deep in
his chest and furrowed his brow and project disappointment in himself and
complete distress, “Does this mean you have to kill me?”
Derek took a deep breath, “No, but we need to do something about it before
hunters find it.”
Scott glanced up, “I thought if a wolf killed an innocent, they needed to be
put down. Derek, I went rabid last night, I don’t even remember it. I remember
leaving here than nothing. You need to put me down, I can’t do it myself.”
“No,” Derek snapped, he knew it would devastate his pack if he killed Scott and
he couldn’t do that too them, “there is something else we can do. It wasn’t you
that killed that woman, it was your Alpha. He was pissed because you lost your
pack. If you give up your alpha powers, I can let you live.”
“What do you mean, like become a beta again? How can I even do that?” Scott’s
heart was beating fast and Derek wasn’t sure if it was at hope for survival or
anger at him even suggestion that Scott revert to a beta again.
“I can take your Alpha power,” Derek murmured, he didn’t want to do that, his
wolf was already strong enough but Derek knew born wolves could handle more
power than bitten ones and the power had started to get to Scott. “This is the
only option, while you’re an alpha, I have no control over you, I can’t help
you if you go feral, as a beta in my pack, I have control and you’re my
responsibility which stops hunters and other wolves coming after you.”
Scott was thinking about it, Derek could feel it. Scott wasn’t part of the Hale
pack but he projected like a bitch and honestly, I was tiring for Derek to
block it out all the time. So he had stopped and the boys emotions were
unbearable for Derek so he couldn’t imagine how Scott felt, dealing with them
all in his own head.
 
They sat in silence for ten minutes, Scott staring down at his clasped hands
and Derek thoughtlessly tapped his nails on the table until Scott looked up and
nodded, “Okay. Yeah, okay.”
Derek froze, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Scott nodded, “I need too, the power… you don’t understand. It’s like
there’s this voice in my head telling me to do bad things, horrible things. I
try so hard to look after everyone and I keep fucking up because of this. It’s
a curse Derek, I never wanted to become an Alpha, fuck, I never even wanted to
be a wolf, you know that.”
Derek did know that, he’d stolen Scott’s only chance at a cure when he had lost
himself in the wolf and slashed Peter’s throat, the same night he had become an
alpha. “I understand Scott, I have that voice too.”
Scott looked at him dubiously, “How do you ignore it?”
Derek laughed, a hallow sound that made him wince, “I don’t ignore it. I use
it. Born wolves are more in control then bitten wolves, it’s easier for us to
control it then it is for you.” Derek stood up, “wait here,” before he jogged
upstairs and grabbed the hand gun from the lock box under his head. When he
walked back into the kitchen, with the Colt tucked in his waistband, he nodded
towards the door, “We are better off doing this outside, it sometimes gets
messy.”
Scott nodded and stood, following Derek out into the woods surrounding there
house where is felt safe, smelling like pack and his. Derek turned to look at
Scott and he tried to keep the fear off his face and tried to keep his heart
beat level so as not to startle Scott into backing out.
“Scott,” he pulled the gun out and held it out handpiece first, “if things go
south, you use this. It’s got wolfsbane bullets, it won’t kill me but it will
put me down until you can get Deaton.” When Scott nodded, Derek continued,
almost desperate, “Promise me.”
Scott took the gun in a shaking hand and nodded, “O-okay. Why would it go
south?”
Derek shrugged, “I’ve never done this before, nor have I heard it done with a
True Alpha. I might lose my mind while I adjust. Changes are if you use it, by
the time Deaton wakes me up I’ll be me again.”
Scott still looked doubtful, “And what if you’re not?”
Derek shrugged, “Get Deaton to sedate me and lock me in the Vault at the
apartment, it’ll hold me until I get in control again.” Derek shook his head,
“Anyway, it’s just precaution, it will all be fine.”
Scott nodded, his heart beat dropping and adopting Derek’s calmness, “Okay, how
do we do this?”
Derek stepped closer to Scott, hesitating for a moment, “This could hurt.”
Scott nodded and then Derek was on him, beta shifted and fangs protruding from
snarling lips as Derek allowed the wolf free. He gripped Scott’s hair with one
hand and yanked his head down to the side so his throat was exposed, while the
other hand came to rest over his heart, clawed nails digging into the sensitive
flesh through Scott’s t-shirt.
As soon as Derek’s fangs sunk into flesh, his entire world lit up with red. He
felt skin and bone split and crunch between his teeth but he didn’t care, he
felt Scott’s blood flow over his chin and down his neck, soaking into his
shirt. Scott’s knees buckled and he dropped out of Derek’s grip, down onto the
leafy undergrowth.
Derek shifted, caught half way between the beta shift and the full shift and
Scott’s eyes went wide and flashed crystal blue, the gun still clutched in a
pale hand. Derek rose above him, looking scarily like Peter on a full moon, and
tilted his chin up, howling into the sky before turning back to Scott, his red
eyes darker then he had ever seen them before.
Derek was gone now, completely overtaken by the wolf drinking in its new power.
He had no hope of fighting back, so he subsided and let his instincts rule him.
The Wolf seen the gun in the beta’s hand, registered it as a threat and his
vision flashed red, snarling loudly and advancing on him and the terrified boy
lifted the gun and pulled the trigger before The Wolf could reach him.
The bullet impacted his stomach, dropping him to the ground with a pained howl.
He heard Scott whimper as he climbed to his feet, searching his pockets for his
phone when everything went black.
***** Wake me up inside, I can't wake up. *****
Stiles was sitting in econ class when he felt it, white hot anger then pain,
enough to make him fight off the beta shift in the middle of class. He tried to
stand, but stumbled and fell into Lydia’s desk, who was eyeing him with wide,
concerned eyes. He glanced over to Isaac who was bent over on the ground,
clutching his stomach and he knew, he just knew something terrible had
happened.
Lydia glanced between them and stood abruptly, “Coach, I think I need to take
these losers to the nurse, I told them not to eat those burritos but they never
listened.”
Coach, who was staring at them, nodded, “Good idea, get them outta here before
they chuck a Jared."
As soon as they were in the deserted corridor, Lydia supporting both of them,
she whispered, “Its Derek isn’t it? I can feel it too, but not like you two
can.”
They both nodded, eyes flashing golden and digging clawed nails into palms to
keep in control. Lydia all but dragged them out of the school building and too
the car park, leaving them leaning against the sleek car while she unlocked it.
“C’mon, get in.”
 
Lydia drove like a maniac and Stiles was actually worried for their lives. He
hadn’t put a great deal of thought into it but he was pretty sure a fiery
explosion of a car crash would kill a werewolf and would definitely kill the
banshee. Stiles supposed it went to show just how worried she was, that she
drove like this.
They arrived at the house to find Derek’s sleek black Camaro parked next to the
forest green pickup truck that Deaton drove and Stiles felt Isaac and Lydia’s
worry flood the bond and merge with his own. Both werewolves were out of the
car before he had even rolled to a halt, back doors swinging open and Lydia
swearing from the front seat.
Stiles knew both him and Isaac were hurting and on edge and when they entered
the house and rounded the corner in the kitchen to see Derek laid out on the
kitchen table, bleeding black blood and Deaton standing over him with a
scalpel, they roared simultaneously, beta shifting and launching themselves at
the vet in efforts to protect their alpha.
Neither reached him though, they flew backwards through the air when they hit
the circle of mountain ash. Stiles sat up, eyes still burning golden and
glanced over at Isaac who had gone still and was glancing to the corner, where
Scott sat, back against the wall with his head in his hands.
Stiles was on his feet, pushing passed Lydia who had walked in the door and
advancing on the boy before he even knew what he was doing, his wolf so angry
it was out for blood. Scott smelt like Derek and blood and pain and Stiles
wanted to rip him apart.
“What did you do?” It was a growl, low and deadly and when Scott looked up, his
eyes flashed the cold blue of a beta who had taken an innocent life and Stiles
felt like he was physically thrown backwards as he stumbled back a step, “What
the hell happened?”
Scott was covered in blood, there was a bite on his neck that had yet to heal
and Stiles could see bleeding claw marks over his heart. Stiles could smell the
blood belonged to both him and Derek, but Scott’s scent was overpoweringly
guilty as he reached behind him and pulled a silver gun from his waistband.
Stiles growled, scenting the wolfsbane bullets and was suddenly so sure Scott
had shot Derek with the intentions of killing him.
Stiles’ wolf snapped free, launching at the boy on the ground and Scott did
nothing to defend himself as Stiles pulled him up by his torn collar and shoved
him against the wall, hard enough to shatter and crack plaster behind him.
Scott’s eyes were blue but he was holding back the shift even when Stiles
curled his hand into a fist and slammed it into his nose. Stiles felt the bone
shatter beneath his knuckles and he pulled his hand back again and Scott just
stood, accepting the beating like he knew he deserved it.
Isaac was at Stiles shoulder, leaning over him, snarling at Scott, “What the
hell did you do?”
Scott looked up but avoided their eyes, “He took my Alpha, after I … I killed
that woman, I lost my anchor and I just freaked out. I don’t… even remember.
Derek said the Alpha is sometimes too much for a bitten wolf and said he’d let
me live if I gave it up, so he took it. He gave me the gun, he said sometimes
the power can go to their heads, he said to take him down in things went
south,” Scott was sobbing now, an emotional mess, “I didn’t want to. I didn’t
do it on purpose. He came at me… he made me promise… if he got passed me, he
could have killed someone…”
Stiles let go of Scott’s collar and he fell into his chest, pressing his nose
into Stiles shoulder. Stiles looked around at Isaac with worried eyes and
mouthed what the fuck? over Scott’s shoulder. Stiles had never heard of
anything like the story Scott was spouting and he felt an overwhelming need to
be with his alpha, to curl around him and hold him while he healed, if he was
actually healing, but instead, he wrapped his arms around his best friend and
brother and held him while he cried.
When Scott had composed himself, Stiles and Isaac returned to Deaton, where he
had sliced a thin cut vertically across Derek’s gut and pulled the foul bullet
from his insides. When Stiles tried to cross the mountain ash again, Deaton
shook his head. “No, the power he took on this morning was enough to send
anyone mad, he needs to stay contained in case he has gone insane.”
“What do you mean?” Stiles croaked, “He has to stay contained? He’s not a
fucking zoo animal.” The pressure in Stiles’ chest and the pain in his head,
was telling Stiles Derek needed them, he needed them to be close to him so he
could heal and the fear was making him nasty. “Let me in there, Deaton, seal
the line behind me again. This isn’t some fucking game, you don’t understand.”
Stiles could see the separation having the same effect on Isaac, both of them
fighting for control while their alpha fought for his life. Lydia was the one
who stepped up and broke the line for them to cross before she quickly filled
it in again, “Deaton, you asshole, it was making them insane.”
Stiles and Isaac climbed onto the table with Derek, Isaac lying over his legs,
curled around himself radiating fear and worry while Stiles pushed himself up
again Derek’s side, his nose pressed into his alpha’s hair and he placed a hand
over Derek’s heart, his own calming a little at the feel of the faint beat
beneath his hand.
Deaton watched for a moment, before turning to Lydia, “You know if he wakes up
insane, he’ll kill them, right?”
Lydia nodded, her lips pursed, “I’m not an idiot. I also know, if he wakes up
feral, he’ll need to kill them or they will follow him.”
Deaton frowned, “I wasn’t aware their pack was that close.”
“There is a lot of things you don’t know,” Lydia murmured, before stepping over
the ash and coming to the table, sitting in the chair at Derek’s head and
placing a hand in his hair, “One of them being, that Derek would give his life
for these boy, same as they would for him.”
Deaton cocked his head, “It’s impossible for them to be that close and such a
new pack. How did this happen?” Deaton turned on Lydia, “What’s going on in
this place?”
Lydia lifted her eyes to his and snapped, “They have bonded, properly bonded
and I know that because I can feel it because I am part of this pack. We all
felt the moment Derek got shot, it knocked them,” Lydia motioned between Isaac
and Stiles, “both on their asses in and forced the shift in the middle of the
class room. You tell me they can’t be that close.”
Stiles noticed Deaton looked truly in awe of the information, apparently they
were rare. Stiles should have known that, their entire pack was formed on rifts
and failures, surely a pack like their wouldn’t follow the rules on the norm?
 
Deaton had left with strict instructions to call him as soon as Derek woke up,
leaving the wolves in the ash circle with Lydia there if they needed to get
out, Scott sat back in his corner and Stiles was pretty sure he was dozing
against the wall, when someone knocked on the front door. Lydia stood and
hurried out, only to be followed back in by Parrish, in plain clothes.
It was getting late, the sun was starting to set and Stiles was starting to get
hungry. He yawned and stretched against Derek, before looking down and noticing
Derek had finally starting healing.
Lydia smiled up at Parrish, leaning into him as he draped an arm around her
shoulders and Stiles somehow knew it wouldn’t be long before he was considered
pack too. He was still nervous in the house and his heartbeat shot up 100 fold
when he seen Scott asleep in the corner, covered in blood and bite marks. His
pupils dilated and he took half a step back then he noticed Derek laid out on
the table.
“What the hell happened?” Parrish asked, eyes flickering between the sleeping
Scott and the three werewolves curled up on the kitchen table. “What’s this?”
Parrish knelt down and went to touch the mountain ash but was stopped by
Lydia’s hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t touch it, it’s mountain ash, it’s to keep the wolves in.” She nodded
towards Derek, “He took Scott’s alpha power today, sometimes that much power
can send wolves mad, which is why Scott shot him and he’s not contained in a
circle of mountain ash.”
Parrish turned and looked up at Lydia, “This will contain him? This … ash?”
Lydia nodded , “It’ll keep him in as long as no one breaks the line.”
“What about Stiles and Isaac? How do they get in and out?” Parrish asked.
“We don’t,” Isaac answered, “we’ll stay here with him until he heals and wakes
up.”
“What if he goes…” he looked at Lydia, “feral…?”
Stiles shrugged his shoulders, “Then we die.”
“What do you mean?”
Lydia answered this time, same as she had told Deaton, “If he goes feral, he’ll
kill anything with a heartbeat when he wakes up. But if he went rapid and they
were out here, they would follow their alpha, they would probably kill us all
then free him.”
“It was killing us to be away from him while he was healing,” Stiles added.
The way they spoke about all this, about death and killing and healing had
Parrish reeling, his heart hammering in shock and confusion but he never moved,
still eyeing them all cautiously. “So what do we do until he wakes up?”
They answered in unison, “We wait.”
 
It was 9pm when Stiles heard Lydia’s stomach rumbling. He turned his head from
Derek’s shoulder, eyeing the redhead, “Lydia, go and get something the eat.”
She shook her head, “I can’t leave you guys, what if you need out of the
circle.”
Stiles knew why she needed to stay as much as they did, she was back sitting at
Derek’s head while Parrish had perched himself on the bench, watching them all
with a wary expression. She couldn’t leave Parrish with them because he wasn’t
pack nor did he understand pack dynamics, even though he did a good job taking
cues off the rest of them when he needed too but it was no good leaving just
him there, because if Derek woke up and wasn’t surrounded by pack, there was a
higher chance of him not coming back to himself.
Parrish slid off the bench, “I’ll go. I’m getting a bit hungry myself.”
Lydia smiled tiredly over at him as she told him what she wanted and then he
took orders from the rest of the pack, he moved towards Lydia before he
remembered the ash circle and his orders to stay outside of it no matter what
happened, so he just waved then he was gone.
 
Derek showed signs of waking at midnight, he started twitching and whimpering,
he eyeballs moving under eyelids and Stiles did as he was told and shot a
message off to Deaton. Lydia moved out of the ash circle, standing beside
Parrish and both Isaac and Stiles waited, tense and ready for a fight.
Derek’s eyes fluttered open, his normal transparent honey colour, not red in
sight. He muttered under his breath for a moment, before his eyes opened wide.
“Stiles?” He turned his head, looking for the boy and when his eyes found him,
he launched up off the table, hands grabbing Stiles’ face and pulled him down
into a rough kiss that stole Stiles’ breath.
Derek’s hands tightened in his hair, holding his head down at his level, his
lips were rough and dry and had the metallic taste that reminded Stiles of
blood. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he tried to remind himself that it
was blood, but all he could think about was the hands in his hair and the lips
pressed against him own.
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