Chapter One: Pulling Away
(I don't own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. No copy right infringement. Only right I own is staring at the sexy-ness of the show when it is on MTV or Netflix. )
Summer break for the pack was amazing but now the wolves and humans were ready to go back to school and make this last year the best yet. Though unknown to them, this year would be turned upside down. Scott sat in front of the school, sitting on a bench and looking for the crappy baby blue jeep his best friend drove. Over the last year or so, the boys finally talked out about how Stiles felt he was being rejected for Allison and the pack. From that point on, they begun to hang out and talk more. The young werewolf scanned the parking lot to see if Stiles parked somewhere different but no luck. His usual parking spot was still empty and it was inching closer and closer to first period. His attention on the parking lot shifted as Issac and Erica strolled out of the Camaro, Boyd behind them. Derek then pulled into the staff parking lot. The Alpha wolf had gained a job as a teacher aide to watch the pack more carefully. He had learned that being close to them during school seemed to cause less problems for the teens. The three werewolves sat down next to Scott. Issac was on his right, Erica on his left, and Boyd sitting on the table behind him. "Hey you guys." Scott said, his leg now shaking against the table. "Where is Mom?" Issac said, giving his best lost puppy look as he spoke of Stiles. "No clue. He said he would meet us here but no texts or call since."
Their attention fell back on the parking lot as a dark olive green Subaru Impreza WRX STI pulled up into Stiles' spot. The wolves sat there wide-eyed for a minute before Scott was ready to rip away the driver who took his friend's spot. He got off the bench and was about to march over when the door swung open and out comes Stiles. Well looks like Stiles. The boy was wearing his usual red hoodie with the wolf head inked across the back that he got done last year and the words pack mom on the sleeves. Under the hoodie though he was wearing a white tee that you could tell was not from Wal-mart and dark blue True Religion jeans. He looked like he stepped off the runaway. Derek was walking up to the school when he saw Stiles' grand entrance. It even got him to stop. The boy looked a lot different and he would deny if you asked but Stiles looked hot. The boy smiled when he saw the wolves and strolled out.
"What the hell, Batman? What is with the new stuff?" Erica yelled as she darted and hugged Stiles. Stiles laughed and smiled as he hugged her back. "I guess Dad had been saving the money from my mom's life insurance for my 18th birthday. He bought me a new car. As well as some personal fashion woman, who reminds me of Lydia, redid my closet. " Stiles was then greeted by Issac as the wolf nuzzled his nose in the boy's neck, making purring sounds. "Hey mom." he whispered. Stiles lay a hand through his hair. He had gotten over the random intimate attention from Issac as he knew the wolf did seen him as like a real mom. "Hey pup. You can relax now." he whispered back before looking at Boyd and Scott who both had their arms crossed. He raised a eyebrow at them before pulling out his phone. "Opps. Sorry you guys, I put my phone on silent. Dad was lecturing me about driving safe and not using the car to run over any enemy werewolves." They had told the Sheriff about the pack last year after Stiles ended up in a coma for a month, resulting from the Alpha pack.
The two betas just nodded before Scott relaxed and hugged Stiles. Boyd just shook his hand before the five walked into the school. Stiles glanced over at Derek behind them, winking at him before they disappeared into the growing group of students walking to class. It was not until before lunch when things got weird. In the middle of the class, the teacher got a note. "Mr. Stilinski, you are requested in the office." Stiles just nodded before grabbing all his stuff. He just looked at the wolves with a small smile before disappearing. When the wolves got out of class and headed to get food, they spotted Stiles walking towards the front of the school. He was walking with two other guys. One was a tall and slender guy with short red-ish brown hair under a brown baseball cap. He was wearing a brown t-shirt, dark blue shorts, and brown/white sneakers. The other was shorter about Stiles' height. He had long dark brown hair with bangs cut sideways across his forehead. He was wearing a white button-up, black dress pants and vest. He completed the look with black boots. They were walking on both sides of Stiles, almost like body guards.
When the trio passed Derek's classroom, the Alpha stood in the door way and locked eyes with Stiles. Stiles just shot him another one of his famous smiles before the taller guy put a hand on his shoulder. "You shouldn't have been hanging around with wolves." he muttered but Derek heard it anyways. 'What the hell did that mean and where the hell are they taking him?' Derek thought as he watched them leave. He had the feeling though Stiles knew the men well and was safe with them. The comment still shook the Alpha to the core. He shot the four betas the look of 'stay out of it' then he waited until they disappeared into the cafeteria. Stiles and the two men were already outside when Derek looked out at the parking lot through one of the small door windows. Stiles was standing in front of a large black SUV parked next to his new car, talking to the men.
He had a serious face plastered across his face, a look only when the human was trying to hold back his anger. Derek had seen the look too many times when the two of them fought. He tried to listen in but they seem to be talking in a language the wolf couldn't understand. He knew Stiles was smart but never knew he could speak more than English and on top of that, a rich accent of some type kicked when he spoke. He watched as the shorter male pointed to the school then at Stiles before he folded his arms across his chest. Stiles rolled his eyes before putting out his hand. The taller male took something out of his pocket and handed it to Stiles. It realized to be a necklace as Stiles slipped it around his neck but he still couldn't see what type it was. The last thing Stiles said was in English. "If that bastard thinks of coming near them, I will personally send his ass back to Hell." Stiles then stormed off towards his car and drove off. The men soon got in the SUV and left, following Stiles.
Derek leaned against the door and rubbed the bridge of his nose. What the hell was going on? Was someone threatening the pack and Stiles was not telling him? So many questions run through his mind. He was knocked out of his thoughts when his phone buzzed. A text from Stiles nothing the less.
Stiles: Hey Sour wolf, I can't come to the pack meeting today.
Derek: Why?
Stiles: Family stuff. I promise to fill you in when I can. Don't get all grumpy, Sour wolf.
Derek stared at the phone then back out the window. Now this was being more complex and he was not liking it. He let out a huff of air before he walked back to his classroom. When school was out, everyone gathered at the Hale house. Recently they had gotten it remodeled and now it was the center of everything wolf related. They had several guest rooms, where Erica, Boyd, Stiles, and whoever else needs them, would stay. Derek could tell though as the pack gathered, everyone was thinking about what the fuck was going on with their pack mom. He always was at the meetings, making cookies or his amazing spicy mac and cheese. The house would always smell like food and Stiles' AXE. The meeting went through smoothly until the end when all the sudden everyone's phone buzzed.
Unknown: You have a pack mom no longer. Stay away. Don't ask questions. -
The pack all stared at the text before all eyes were on Derek. The Alpha tensed up and stared back at the text. "Can someone tell me this is a joke?" Erica was the first one to speak up, pocketing her phone. "I doubt it. Only the pack and Stiles knew about his nickname not even the Sheriff. Plus who was those men with Stiles?" Scott said next, anger in his voice. Derek let out a sigh and looked at his pack. "I don't know. All we can do is watch from a distance." Derek replied before dismissing the pack. Later that night, Derek run through the woods towards Stiles' house. He jumped up to the bedroom window, seeing it was still open. He was greeted by the teen as he sat on his bed. "I knew you wouldn't stay away." Stiles smiled and swung his leg over the side of the bed before standing. "What the hell is going on Stiles?" "Nothing I can't handle. I told you, family. It seems my dad and I are not the ones who knew of you guys." Derek growled, thinking it was hunters. "Calm down Sour wolf. No threat of guns or knives here." Stiles patted the Alpha on the shoulder before plopping down in his desk chair. "Then tell me." "I can't." "Why not?" "Just can't. Ever thought it is not my secret to share?" There got him another growl before he was picked up and slammed into the bedroom door.
"Ouch, Sour wolf. I thought we got pass this?" Derek didn't answer, just nuzzled his nose in the teen's neck, inhaling his scent. He no longer smelled the AXE but he smelled like steel, ash, and vanilla. "You smell different." "Sour wolf, probably because I run out of AXE this morning." Stiles tried to push Derek away but it was pointless. After a few more minutes of tension filled silence, Derek let go of Stiles and backed up. "Well...you know you can tell me if something is wrong, right?" Derek could barely get the words out correctly, staring at the floor like a teenager trying to confess his love to his crush. "I know Sour wolf. Now go home. I am fine." The Alpha nodded before he slipped out the window. Stiles waited ten minutes before he wandered into the bathroom. Just as he shut the room, a pounding headache that had started when Derek showed up got worse and Stiles grabbed the counter. His knuckles were turning white as he choked on a scream. Bones begin to break and reform. His hair grow inch by inch and lastly his eyes turned a light blue. Stiles' form soon disappeared and stood in his place was another young male.
The light blue eyes stared at himself in the mirror. He had dark brown hair styled in a mo-hawk far different from Stiles' buzz cut. He though had similar facial features as Stiles. He was also the same height and weight, the pale skin was also a trait. He smiled in the mirror before walking back to the bedroom. He quickly pulled open the dresser and found new clothes folded next to some shirts Stiles had bought for Derek when he stays over. He pulled out a black t-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of black combat boots from the closet. As he laced up the boots, he looked out the window for a second. "Two more days, Stiles. Two more days and you will be better than the wolves." he whispered then he stood up. He looked back at the bedroom door. He had a devilish grin on his face as he strolled down stairs to find a Sheriff reading files at the table.
"Hey Stiles...wait Sean? What are you doing out?" "Oh no biggie. Just gotta finish some business Stiles didn't finish." That got the Sheriff to frown. "If it involves the wolves, I will tell Jacob." "It doesn't relax. You don't have to call him." Sean picked up the car keys and just walked, ignoring the Sheriff's yells. Sean drove out as far out in the woods as he come before walking the rest of the way. He stopped in the middle of the woods, staring up at the moon again. He smiled before he closed his eyes. He knew the wolves would caught on his scent soon but it would take too long. He needed this business done. His eyes opened and they were glowing neon blue. "Dea lucretur mihi potestatem venti.(Goddess gain the power of wind)" Sean begun to chant in Latin. The wind slowly before surely begin to gain speed. Within minutes, Sean heard the sounds of footsteps then he was circled by the three betas while he could see the Alpha creeping in the shadows. "Just who I wanted to talk to." He pointed towards Derek as he stepped more into the light. Erica snapped at Sean and he just flinched her on the nose, sparks coming out of his fingers. She yelped and backed off, rubbing at her nose. "Bad wolf. I was not talking to you."
"What do you want? You are trespassing on my land." "I am sorry but if I walked up to your house, I wouldn't have gotten what I wanted." Derek growled, his eyes glowing red. "Relax big boy or can I call you Sour wolf? Stiles told me about that name." Sean smiled from ear to ear which gained him another growl. "What do you want? Are you the one who sent the text?" "Yes. Now I told you all to stay away yet within 24 hours, you go and visit. That is breaking my rules." He shook a finger at Derek, tilting his head to a side a little. "Stiles needs no wolves in his life anymore. He wouldn't need your protection or should I say lack of it?" "We protect him fine." Issac spoke up with a snarl. "From what I remember, you idiots landed him in a coma plus how Scott leaved your Alpha and him in a pool for hours on end?"
"Now I repeat. Don't come near Stiles or else. I will have no problem killing you all. Lucky for you, Stiles begged me not to so I wouldn't. Just don't test my patience again." Sean then turned his back and just walked away, brushing past Issac. The two locked eyes for a few seconds before Sean looked back at the woods. He stopped a few feet away from the pack and looked directly at Derek. "Alpha, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. You are keeping your pack and Stiles safe by staying away. I am not the threat here, actually your ally. The threat here is something you have not faced before." Sean's eyes turned solid black before they returned back to the light blue. He then headed back to the jeep and drove back to the house.
The sheriff was on the couch when he walked in, wide awake and looked over as Sean walked in. "Sean, what did you do?" Sean sighed and looked over at the man. "I was protecting my master. Now for your and my sakes', don't tell him please. I only have two days left. I prefer not to have him hover over my shoulder until after the full moon." "We are just both looking out for you boys." The sheriff replied, standing up from the couch. "I understand. Now I am going to bed. You will get your son back." Sean was halfway up the stairs when he heard what the Sheriff said. "Sean, you are my son as well."
