(A)lpha


"Stand down boy." The hunter ordered as he kept his eyes glued to Stiles. He wasn't taking Stiles serious enough for him to pull his gun but Stiles was okay with that.

He wasn't the real threat anyway.

Stiles smirked, "Sorry but your not my alpha."

The Hunter didn't had an chance to speak as Derek appeared behind him, his clawed hand reaching around and ripping the man's throat out.

"He is."