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Derek woke with a start when he felt a sharp stab of pain in his stomach, he hissed under his breath and applied a bit of pressure in an attempt to stop the pain, confusion filling his green eyes. Beside him, Stiles mumbled something under his breath in his sleep and rolled over in the bed, effectively pulling more of the blankets with him. Should have known that he's a blanket hog. The wolf layed down again facing the teen, tucking himself into the warm blankets, as he tried to fall back to sleep, willing his racing mind to fall silent. He looked out the window at the half crescent moon that was sending small rays of light into the room, before he closed his eyes and drifted into a dream filled sleep.
"Momma? Why are we here? Neither of us are sick or hurt.", asked the young wolf as he looked up at his Mother with curiosity in his eyes. "Now that you're old enough, sweetheart, it's time that we have Deaton do a test. It's just to see if you took on a rare genetic trait from our bloodline.", explained Talia as she led Derek into the vet's office. "What trait, Momma?", asked Derek as he followed the woman into the office, his eyes scanning it as he took in the different scents of the dogs and cats. Before the older wolf had a chance to reply to her son, the vet in question walked to the front of the office and greeted them both with a warm smile. "Ah, Talia, it's always a pleasure to see you.", greeted Deaton as he shook hands with her. "The feeling is mutual, Deaton.", replied Talia as she shook his hand, keeping her other hand on her son's shoulder. "This must be Derek. He sure has grown.", complimented the vet as he held out his hand for the smaller wolf. Derek tentatively took the man's hand, giving it a firm shake of his own.
"Come on back. I already have the equipment set up.", explained Deaton as he led the pair back the hallway to an examination room. "What all will you be doing, Deaton?", asked Talia curiously as she helped her son up onto the examination table. "All I'll be doing is a simple ultra-sound with some blood work. That will tell us if your little one has been gifted with this rare gene.", explained the vet as he layed the smaller wolf back on the table, after he had him remove his shirt. "I thought it disappeared from our blood line, but when you called me to have Derek tested, I never truly knew.", explained the woman as she held her son's shirt in her hands and stroked his black hair. "This gene tends to jump from one generation to the next. It's virtually undetected until the wolf hits a certain age and maturity.", explained Deaton as he gently rubbed the cold gel onto Derek's exposed stomach, before he turned the machine on to start the ultra-sound. "How will you know for sure?", asked Talia as she locked her hazel eyes on the screen of the machine.
"You should be able to catch the outlining of the uterus, if he does have it. Ah, there we go. You can see the outline right here.", explained the vet as he pointed to the screen with one hand and traced the outline with his finger. "This means my son has taken on the gene of a carrier.", explained Talia as she bent down and placed a kiss on her son's forehead. "What's a carrier?", asked Derek curiously as he looked from the screen to his Mother. "It means that you, like most females, will be able to bare children.", explained Talia as she watched Deaton wipe the gel from the wolf's stomach. "But I'm not a girl!", protested the wolf as he put his shirt back on, smoothing it down. "You don't have to be a girl, sweetheart. You're gifted.", explained the woman with a smile and a warm voice as he placed a tender kiss to Derek's head.
"Derek. Der-ek, rise and shine, Sourwolf.", said Stiles as he opened the curtains on the windows of the bedroom in the Hale house. The wolf groaned and rolled over, covering his head with the pillow, in an attempt to block out the sun light. "Nope. You're not hiding. Isaac just finished cooking, and if you plan on being able to eat something, you need to get up before the others scarf it all down. Wake up!", said the teen as he jumped onto the bed, landing straight on his boyfriend's back. "I'm awake now. Good morning", explained Derek as he rolled over with a groan, his boyfriend straddling his hips. "Good morning, baby.", replied Stiles as he leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips, giving his bottom lip a nip and a tug. The wolf beneath him let out a deep moan and kissed him back hard, hands gripping the teen's hips. "Come on, Der. The pack is downstairs.", explained Stiles as he pulled himself back and got off of the older teen, landing on his feet with a thud when he jumped off the bed. "What supernatural problem brought them here this early?", asked the wolf as he rolled out of bed and fixed the blankets over everything.
"Chris almost shot Peter when he crossed the boundaries going after a witch. She slipped through his claws before he was able to get a hold on her.", explained the teen nervously as he ran a hand his hair. "Which direction was the witch headed in? What was her scent? What did she look like?", asked Derek frantically as he pulled on a pair of dark Levi's and a black Henley. "Only Peter can answer that, you'll have to ask him. Or we can call Chris over and have them settle it on Hale territory.", explained Stiles as he watched the wolf pull on his boots. "You know we can handle this as a Pack, as long as Scott understands what he's up against, now.", explained Derek as he stole a peck from the teen's lips, before tenderly kissing his cheek. "I'm sure Scott can prove that he's going to be a good Alpha now that you've got a rogue Witch running around.", explained Stiles truthfully as he walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs, the former Alpha following after him like a loyal pup. "Let's see if he can step up to the plate.", explained the wolf as he followed his boyfriend into the kitchen, the smell of the cooking food flowing through the house.
"About time you rose from bed, pup.", teased Peter with a smile as he wrapped an arm around his nephew's shoulders. "I'm not a pup, Peter, I can still kick your ass if needed be. Did that Witch do anything to you while you tried getting hold?", asked Derek as he looked his Uncle over, his green eyes scanning for any sign of an injury. "She didn't lay a single finger on me, although she has an even dangerous gift other than her skills. She's a Soul Eater.", explained Peter as he sat down as the table and filled his plate. "Ladies first.", said Erika as she gave him a slap up side the head for forgetting that common rule among the Pack. "What the hell is a Soul Eater?", asked Scott with wide eyes as he lowered his glass of OJ back down onto the counter. "A supernatural being that feeds on the living souls of any breathing body that she can get her hands on. She uses the souls to amplify her beauty, which will only draw in her victims. She acts almost like a Sirin but holds the body of a Witch.", explained Derek as his grip tightened on the back of the chair he was holding onto.
"Wouldn't their victims know if they were being drawn in? Is there anyway to know that you're being drawn in?", asked Isaac as he sat down beside Erika and Boyd at the table. "Their voice and beauty draws the victim in. Their voice sounds like something familiar, something you long to hear again, or something they know will draw you in. By the time you realize you've been led away, it's too late. She'll be drawing your soul and energy straight from your body.", added in Peter as he handed the rest of the wolves a plate, watching as they all allowed the humans to eat first, soon followed by their new Alpha. "Females are easiest for them to feed on. If they can't lure a female in, they'll move onto the males, using whatever means necessary to bring them in.", explained Derek as he walked over to his boyfriend's side and stood behind his chair with his hands on the teen's shoulders. "I'll start doing some more research on Witches, Soul Eaters, and Sirins. You still have the Beastiary, right?", asked Stiles as he looked up at the wolf behind him. "It's back in the bedroom in the closet. There's separate chapters on Witches, Soul Eaters, and even Sirins.", explained the wolf as he walked away from the table and up the stairs, ignoring the fact that his stomach was turning at the scent of the food, filling him with an uneasy feeling.