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Chapter One: Just Keep Running
Brian O'Conner was running, but he had little choice he was a lone wolf. He fucking hoped like crazy that the Hale pack would honour the old pact that his mother negotiated. He was sick of living as a human and he wasn't very good at it. He was running and was still being chased even as he crossed the border into California. He had driven as far as he could but it seemed that Verone's thugs had done a more thorough job than he had thought – fucking Alpha wounds. He coughed and blood came up. He couldn't curl up in a corner like he wanted to; he hadn't felt it but he was pretty sure that he had a slow collapsing lung. It really pissed him off that even as a born wolf the wounds made by a now turned Alpha wouldn't heal. In the end he would recover but the trouble was if he stopped to rest and heal his body - then he ran the risk of running into Carter's pack again. He needed to keep moving - otherwise he would be dead. And that would really piss him off.
He was running through the woods hoping that he could make it to Hale land - It was his one shot for safety and he knew it. He wanted to curse the heavens when he caught the scent of Carter's team chasing him. If only he had said yes to Carter's mating offer! Brian hated the idea that he would be beaten until he couldn't fight back, and then he would more than likely wake up to find himself in Alpha Verone's bed with no choice.
He didn't know it yet but help was on the way in the form of one that you might least suspect. Brian didn't know it but his fortunes were turning around; The Hale pack was out in the woods for training slash bonding session. Alpha Hale and his mate were determined that there pack would be ready for any and all threats. The wolves trained with their Alpha and Stiles concentrated on the humans meaning Allison was scaring everyone with the accuracy of her bow and Stiles and Lydia were practicing their magic.
All of a sudden though Derek froze and Stiles felt it through their bond. Stiles really hoped that it wasn't a new monster of the week. He wanted to spend the weekend in bed with Derek. He couldn't wait until he was eighteen and they wouldn't have to worry about his Dad freaking out and arresting Derek for underage sex. It would be totally unfair as even when they completed their mate bond they didn't have full penetrative sex. It didn't matter as Stiles had discovered that you could have a lot of fun even without full out sex.
Derek's eyes bled red, "Stiles, Peter with me."
When they arrived at the source of the foreign scents they saw a blond being kicked the shit out of. Stiles asked what the game plan was, and Derek's answer was simple, "One each they are Alpha wolves."
It did sometimes annoy the betas that Stiles was the one to fight Alphas but they had come to accept that despite being human his magic gave him powers they didn't have. Peter was having new problems the scent of the beaten wolf was intoxicating - his own wolf was screaming at him 'mate'. As a result, at the moment all he wanted to do was rip them apart with his hands, he was so glad that his nephew had invited him along. It was so nice that that his nephew would allow him a spot of violence before bedtime. "Derek he is my mate!"
The Alpha pair shared a look and knew that they would need to settle this quickly if for no other reason than so his Uncle could keep his tenuous sanity. "Focus on his needs ... We'll take care of the wolves."
And boy did they take care of the wolves, to the point where Peter's desire for revenge was satisfied. Stiles decided that he would play distracting bait this time. "Hey this is Hale property asshole."
The Alpha wolf broke off his attack to snarl at the stupid human. How dare he interrupt? He looked up in wolf form though when he realised that the human wasn't scared, not one bit. Stiles grinned as it registered there were two other wolves with him, "My, my, my, what big teeth you have."
Peter would always be glad that Derek found such a snarky mate. The fact that he was also a magic spark, ADHD genius was just a bonus. Stiles answer to the supposedly terrifying snarl was a fireball, and sass, "Bitch please, my mate threatened to rip my throat out with his teeth. You ain't half the wolf he is!"
Derek would have shaken his head in despair at his mate's quips; it was like they were a quote from a fight scene in Buffy. He didn't care though as he was ripping out someone's throat with his teeth. Stiles had fried the other wolf and immediately ran into his mates open arms. Derek needed to make sure that Stiles wasn't injured and that he didn't smell of anyone but him. Stiles used to bitch and moan about possessive high-handed caveman werewolves, but now it were just part of their routine. Stiles had come to realise that he could use the opportunity as a way to cop a feel, and make sure that Derek wasn't hiding life threatening injuries himself.
Peter looked down at his mate. He wasn't dead, which was fantastic because he wasn't sure that he could survive his death. It would be one hit too many. He needed to ease his mates pained whimpers. He bent down nuzzling his neck, inhaling his scent and trying to provide comfort.
He didn't know what to do, "Mate."
He felt a hand on his neck, and didn't flinch as he recognised Derek and Stiles - they were pack and could help him protect his mate. Derek was shocked at his Uncles unsure behaviour and knew that he would have to step in, "Claim him."
"Hales need consent." Peter sounded like he was quoting a book.
Stiles heart actually went out to the creeper wolf and they had now had evidence of just how far he had healed from the crazy Alpha wolf they had been forced to kill. He leant down, "I can heal him enough to give consent, but it will take a lot from him and me."
Derek frowned not liking that his mate still had that urge to throw himself under a bus for anyone. No Derek realised that somewhere in the last year Peter had become one of the people that Stiles cared about. He felt Stiles' apology through the bond as he healed Brian. Derek may be frustrated but knew that his mate could do nothing less and that was part of the reason he loved him. Derek knew that Stiles was a massive improvement as a caretaker over all of his pups compared to their human parents, apart from Scott's mom. Derek did keep his hand firmly on Stiles neck, stroking his pulse; both as a way to keep an eye on him, and to serve as an anchor for Stiles.
Peter was stunned that Stiles was doing this; it was hard to realise that just maybe he was beginning to earn forgiveness and trust. He was still nuzzling his mate and drawing his pain away as much as he could. He watched stunned as pained blue eyes opened and looked back at him, and the question, "Mate?"
Peter nodded and nuzzled at his mouth, wiping away the blood. He needed to remove any scent off his mate that wasn't his, "Need to claim. Want to heal!"
Brian was still in a lot of pain; not that he could expect anything else having been attacked by a group of Alpha's. "Yes."
Mercifully he blacked out again from the pain, unknowingly causing his mate to howl to the moon.
Stiles pulled back having healed the injuries that could prove to be fatal. He would love to do more, but now that Peter had claimed him - he would be able to heal the injured wolf quicker. He and Derek both touched Peter's face, trying to anchor him in the present, "Hey, come on creeper don't lose it now. He needs you. Help him heal, try and take the pain."
Peter waited several minutes until the pained whimpers died down, and carefully picked him up. Derek had never seen his Uncle that gentle with anyone, not even his wife when she was alive. He carried the injured wolf in his arms the whole way back to the renovated house into his room. He only calmed when the wolf was in his bed.
The betas all flocked to the entrance upon the doors being flung open. Stiles had done it with a burst of magic, as he didn't think that Peter was going to stop for anything - not that he blamed him. He was never rational when Derek got injured either. He could see that the pups had questions but he knew that life worked best so he let Derek quell the eager puppies whilst he saw to Peter and his new mate being settled.
It was always best when Mom and Dad split the tasks.
Peter's room was very masculine and opulent - a bit like the wolf. He was glad that the bed was big enough for three wolves; very gently like he was holding spun glass he lowered his mate onto the bed. "He is so injured. I can smell the damage."
Stiles gave him a pained smile as whilst he didn't have the hyperactive senses his magic told him the same thing. "He is tough. He survived until you found him. What he needs now is his mate, and as much bodily contact as possible."
Stiles left the room briefly walking into Peter's ensuite to get the med-kit out of the cabinet. It might say something about life in the Hale pack but every bedroom in the pack house had enough supplies to put the hospital to shame.
Peter delicately wiped away all the filth and dirt from his mate. He took the pack from Stiles, with a soft, "Thanks," and cleaned the wounds
Stiles heart went out to the newly mated couple. They would have a difficult road ahead.
"When he awakens and you are both ready call for the pack. We can help as a pack, to heal him quicker."
Peter snarked, "Yes Alpha."
Stiles didn't even bother to roll his eyes, but what he did do is close the door - letting Peter have privacy. What tonight's little drama had done was make him go and find his own mate. He could hear the pups rolling around in the room that literally had a sign on saying 'pups den'. He didn't need the bond to know where Derek was; he headed up to their room. Derek was there sitting on their bed so stiffly as his mind tried to adjust to everything.
Stiles hoped that one day he could break Derek's habit of taking everything upon himself; until that day though - he had Stiles. Stiles slid up to him so he was resting against his mate's side. He felt Derek relax, and because Stiles was Stiles, "So can I just say that I am really glad that I trusted you."
The mates were together and that was all that mattered. They were each other's strengths, and support and everything. Peter would be discovering this soon enough and he would need the help of the Alpha pair to adjust.
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