He staggered into Derek's loft, his eyes looking wild as he looked for the wolf blood was dripping from his fingertips as his other hand held the blood rag over the wound on his arm. Derek stood up from the sofa where he was napping and stared at the teen as he limped towards him. The wolf turned his head to see his uncle rush down the stairs when he smelt blood coming into the loft "Stiles?" Derek called out as the teen eyes turned golden brown before his knees started to buckle. It was Peter that caught him as he fell.
"I hate to be the one to say this but I can only smell the sheriff on him." Peter said as he scooped the boy up and carried him over to sofa and placed him down on the black leather cushions
"This is a wolf attack but the sheriff isn't a wolf?"
"I think he is now."
Derek stayed with Stiles while Peter went looking for the Sheriff, he followed Stiles blood trail and scent to a lone strip of road. He found the Sheriff's police car abandon on the road side, the car doors open and a take away meal spilt on the muddy ground. He looked towards the path that was made by Stiles running and then back to the car. Bending down he could see the deep scratches in the steering wheel and the seat and then he saw the blood on the passenger's side. Standing back up he turned to follow the path to try and find the Sheriff. The sun was starting to rise but the rain was still pouring it down.
He found the sheriff passed out up in the tree and it made Peter rub the back of his head wondering how he was going to get him down from there. He could smell more blood and it wasn't from either Stiles or the Sheriff and he moved around the tree and saw there was another person in the tree with the Sheriff but this person was dead their throat ripped out and the Sheriff John was sleeping happily on top of him chin covered in blood along with half his body covered in blood. He notice a small tattoo on the dead guy's neck "Ahhh that makes senses." He said to himself, the dead guy is a cheetah from the Beck pack. "Shit." When he realised that it was the alpha in the tree.
Peter walked up to the tree and grabbed the Sheriff arm and yanked him down from the free body and all. John yelled as he dropped to the ground landing the mud gasping looking wildly around before his eyes locked with Peter "Easy there tiger or should I say cheetah." Peter said as he watched the man turn his head to the body that was by his side
"FUCK!" John yelled as he scrambled up onto his feet and started to look around again looking for someone "STILES!" He yelled, he felt sick and dizzy and he didn't want to deal with Peter
"John?" Peter tried to talk to him and but he was still looking for Stiles "JOHN!" He yelled as he grabbed the sheriff's arms and pushed him into the tree "Your son is alive he is with Derek and you and I need to talk!" He growled at him as John snarled back at him flashing his red eyes.
John closed his eyes an took deep breaths as Peter held him up against the tree and let the words sink into his mind …Stiles is a live…he thought as he looked back up at the blue eyed wolf "How is he?" John asked
"Well he looks like he came of second best with a Were-Cheetah." The wolf said, John groaned and slid back down to the ground
"He bite me a couple of days ago when I broke up a bar fight. The git was waiting for me when I started freak out in the car and Stiles… Stiles was with me." He was quiet as he tried to remember something "He tried to get me to kill my son." John snarled as his finger nails turned into claws "I…I didn't want to hurt I know I caught his chest and his arms but I wouldn't kill him. Then he… he bite Stiles himself he was going to kill him."
"You killed an Alpha." Peter told him, the sheriff looked back up at him
"I caught him by surprise. I need to see Stiles."
"You might need to clean up first." Peter pointed to the man's clothes and face.
