I do not own Teen Wolf.
Fingers brushes fingers, toes scratched toes. Hair tickled chins and breaths fanned faces.
Outside the rain was pouring and the wind was howling but inside was a group of ragged, roughed up teenagers, and their alpha.
When they had all woken up that morning they assumed it would be a pretty slow day, that was until another person went missing, and the pack was forced to fight. It had been in vain however when they lost and barely fled before someone died.
Now, on the floor of Scott's basement (his mother was working a late shift) they lay in a heap, healing each other as much as themselves. Blankets and pillows that usually were left ignored in the McCall's basement were now spread across the cement floor and piled on top in the center was Scott.
When they'd all fled to his home, even Allison and Lydia followed- Stiles too. Scott then spread the blankets out quickly and sat down, taking an injured Allison into his arms and started to take away her pain.
Lydia had followed immediately, curling into herself in a weak gesture to aid her pained body and Jackson wrapped himself around her. His head coming to meet Scott' knee.
Erica and Boyd mirrored the rich pair on the other side of Scott and Allison who had soon taken up a spooning position, and tangled there limbs together.
Finally that left Stiles and Isaac, who, as tired as they were, clung to their friends in equal need until the group turned into a small mosh pit of cuddles, nuzzles and some strange cat like purring.
Derek stayed away and most of them were used to this, he usually waited a relentlessly long time until he was completely sure his pack was safe before he would settle in with them.
Allison took note of fingers running though her hair and Erica felt fingers brush her stomach. Boyd was clutching a hand as equally warm as his own and Isaac guarded an ankle with his cheek. The group breathed silently, rarely moving and instead taking in the safe feeling they got as a group, a pack. Their ears strained for their Alpha's slow, comforting rumbles every time her provided one and yearned for his touch as the hours grew. Their pain was weakening but they stayed weary and injured until finally several hours after their arrival Derek came to join him.
Each time they had a pack pile such as this one he would keep himself to the outside, trying to create a barrier between the door and his pack but it never stayed like for long and soon, just like always he was suddenly at the center. He had Stiles pressed to his chest and Erica on his back. Boyd was wrapped around Erica as per usual, but his arm stayed firmly between Derek and Erica.
Isaac, the puppy like usual, was flopped across everyone, his head ending by Derek's neck and shoulder, and Scott pressed his arm to Allison's waist, his other arm claiming another portion of Derek's body.
Jackson and Lydia were much less pack-friendly but they kept close, wrapped with each other and then there was just Derek, caught in the mess that was awkward teenage limbs, some stronger but all still awkward and all of their faces pressed into the blankets and floor and each other and some where snoring and some shook slightly and some looked dead but they were smiling and they were safe and they were his pack and he didn't need anything else.
The Hale family was gone, left only now was Derek and Peter but the older Hale was usually MIA and only showed his face when he felt like doing so. Stiles was softly muttering things into his chest and he looked at him amused before glancing to the rest of the pack.
Everyone was asleep now, nails still brushed backs and skin still burned skin but they were all asleep.
He brought up one useless arm and draped it over Stiles, his hand ending on his back and he closed his eyes and let the feeling of pack lure him to sleep.