Teen Wolf
The Magus Chronicles Volume 2
The Black Horse
Notes:
Well here it is the start of Volume 2, hopefully it will live up to the firt one.
First of all thank you for all the wonderful reviews. I love that people have enjoyed reading what started as a way to keep me sane while I was off work.
Volume 2 is still being written, but I will post the chapters when I have them locked in, though I may update them if I suddenly get blindsided with Awesome ideas.
I own non of the charecters excpet for Damion Magus and Sam Argent.
I could only dream of owning the others, so instead I play.
Please forgvre any grammer or spelling issues. My use of the english langue is not great even though it's my first languge.
Be gentle with the reviews. Constructive always welcome.
Enjoy.
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Interlude – In between places:
The darkness roared in frustration and rage, one of its heralds had been destroyed. It had felt its link severed by one with a link to the ones that had bound the darkness here. When they were released from this infernal prison the darkness would seek out these heirs of the light and it would smite them in retribution.
All the heirs of the light would be hunted and destroyed then the light itself would be found and it would suffer for what it did to the darkness. Now though its first herald was preparing to summon the third herald, with that done they would continue to defile the cardinal elements. With that done the doorway would open when the blood moon was bracketed by the marks of light.
It would take too long to reconstitute the second herald, especially if the last one was to be summoned, better to make that one more than a match for the light bearers. The darkness focused on its link to the first herald and told it what its task were, while there it savoured the chaos in its mind, it was almost as delicious as the souls that were sacrificed in its name. Soon they would be free and all of lights creation would suffer.
Chapter 1 – Previously on the Magus Chronicles:
Derek was pacing and growling with frustration and confusion, not hours before his Pack had almost been devastated by an all out assault by the Hunters and then attacked by a magically enhanced disease that had been piggy backing on them like squatting demon.
The one person that may have given the answers had been quartered by his mate Damion, when he had protected their Pups Scott and Allison. Then there was a fur raising race to stop the disease from not only decimating Derek's pack but everything in the world. When it looked like the worst of it was over a demoness from his past, one he was sure was dead, had called.
Kate Argent the murdering bitch who had slaughtered his family in some sort of perverted thrill ride for her and the twisted code she followed. How though, he had seen her lying dead on the floor, her throat ripped out by Peter Hale, he had smelled the blood pooling under her cooling corpse. How could she even be alive now to come at him and his new pack?
His mate was busy trying to trace the phone call, but was hitting walls. "Dammit, she's good. I keep getting bounced all over the place it's like the call was routed through different continually rotating cell stations. It's going to take time to trace it."
Derek picked up a cup from one of the workstations and threw it at the wall where it shattered "We have to find her now, if not through her phone then maybe from Whites GPS?" Derek growled, the rage building in him as his Alpha wolf snarled demanding retribution.
Damion winced at the shattered cup then looked at the map on the main screen again and frowned "We have areas narrowed down but it will take time to locate anything there. Plus I hate to say it but the thing I would have done as soon as we finished talking would be to clear out and salt the earth."
Derek turned and glared at Damion, growling, then seeing the concerned look in his eyes Derek took a breath and sighed and nodded, he knew he would do it that as well. "I feel so useless right now!"
Damion stood up and walked over to Derek and gathered him into an embrace, "I know Wolfie, I know, but we will find her and we will end her." Derek leaned into the embrace and relished the security he felt there.
They were still embraced when Danny came down the stairs, "Ooops, guys, Stiles Dad has just arrived at the gate. I think round two is going to start soon."
Damion could feel Derek roll his eyes. Damion snorted "Come on, if it weren't for the Sheriff listening to Stiles then it would have been infinitely worse. We owe it to him to be straight."
Derek nodded, he took one more moment to savour the embrace again and to scent his Mate and then they broke the embrace and headed up stairs.
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Stan Stilinski was in two minds, half wanting to kill Stiles for getting involved in who knows what and lying to him continually, and half just wanting to beat his own head against the steering wheel until the headache that had been there since last night when Stiles called went away.
No real explanation, just block all the roads to the preserve and the iron works, don't let anyone in or out including the Sherriff's men, then Melissa shows up with Hale with an explanation of Werewolves and diseases. Not only was Hale a Werewolf, but Melissa had seemed almost blasé about that. The tension that both of them were showing was for that disease they had said was in danger of spreading like a wildfire. How was it that Melissa was involved in all of this, was Scott as well? Hell was anyone he knew not lying to him or keeping him in the dark? Then just before dawn there was a soundless explosion at the iron works and the loading docks there has been reduced to a twisted hulk. Then another one outside the preserve leaving charred bone and the remains of several vehicles. Oh and let's not forget the reports of east side of the preserve lighting up like it was day light for several seconds. He would be lucky if he got out of this with his job after he submitted reports. That is if he didn't kill Stiles for getting caught up in all of this, and then there was no way they would let him keep his job he mused to himself.
He pressed the button on the gates entry panel and more than a little surprised when Stiles answered it "Hey Dad, I'll buzz you in..." He waited but the gates remained closed, then from the speaker he heard "No, I did push that, it has to be the gate open button it says Main entry... Oh that's the front door, right... Ah main gate my bad!"
"Well" The Sheriff said to himself "Stiles is still Stiles, that's one thing..." The gates opened and he drove up to the turning circle. He had seen the place a few times when the Newman's still had it, the place had went into disrepair after the last Newman had died, no one wanted to take on the restoration. The fact that this Magus guy was involved as well made him wonder if he had seen anything that day that bore any resemblance to the truth considering the lies that seemed to be building up in this house, and what worried him more was what sort of thing has Stiles gotten himself in twined in those lies.
Stiles was waiting by the door with Melissa and Allison, the teens looked shifty like they were waiting for the vase they had glued together to be found by their parents. This was one hell of a glued vase. Melissa looked reserved, almost waiting for Stan to explode.
He got out and Stiles rushed to his side and hugged him in an almost rib cracking hold "God dad I am so glad to see that your ok. I was so worried, I mean I wanted to see you earlier but we had to clean up stuff and that took longer than we thought and then you were coming here anyway so I thought it would be better to wait till you came so that we wouldn't be too conspicuous if you were still at the stations after the having had to put the roadblocks up then closing them after the blasts, which I was worried cause you knew what was sort of going on, but we had to do them to make sure that that the bug from hell didn't get out otherwise the we could'a kissed the whole enchilada good night. I mean the fat lady was called and give a five minute warning there several times." Stiles took in a deep breath after stopping having managed to get that out in one breath.
He let Stiles hold him for a minute as he rambled. Stan knew that there was probably a lot of answers in that monologue but it would take him longer to unpick it that just ask direct questions. "I glad to see your ok too, but what the hell has been going on! I need answers, proper ones not just a rushed conversation with Melissa and Derek Hale who happens to be a fricking Werewolf!"
Stiles head dropped and Allison managed to look everywhere but at Stan. Melissa sighed "Come in Stan, your right we have a lot to talk about." She gestured into the house, there was more than just a passing association with the property in her gesture, and it had the familiarity of someone that was staying there.
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The group came into the hallway and Melissa indicated a room of to the right, they entered what was the living room. Though from the state of things piled around the place it looked like it was inhabited by teenagers more than anyone else. Scott half raised a hand in welcome, he was bundled up in blankets on one of the couches and Allison went over to him and sat next to him.
"So this is where the study group met, on reflection was that anything more than a ruse to get teenagers involved in whatever was going on?" He looked at Melissa as he asked that question.
"No, that was legitimately a study group, you can tell by the way that most of the Pups all managed to get there grades up." Said a voice from the door, Stan turned around and saw Magus standing there with a tea tray in his hands. "Sheriff, I would say it's nice to see you but I think at this moment you would rather punch someone. So instead I ask tea of coffee."
Stan hadn't been expecting that, and stared at the young looking man before him. He then shook his head and sank down to the couch that was behind him. Stiles came over and sat next to him and placed a reassuring hand onto his shoulder. "Coffee please, with sugar."
Stiles quirked an eyebrow "You know you're not allowed to have sugar... But in this case I'll not object cause it's good for shock right?" He backpedalled when he saw the look on his father's face.
Turning to look at Melissa and Magus again he asked "So the full story, no bits left out. I want to know what my son is involved in and I want to know now."
Damion nodded and sat down after serving the drinks; Melissa sat down next to Scott and Allison. Damion took a breath and said "Ok full story. Full story, I'm going to have to start with a bit of history and then get up to current events ok. You know this is a story I seem to end up telling a lot. Maybe we should video or something, put it in a presentation." He looked at the others and Stan could see them grinning at that like it was an in joke or running gag.
Stan cleared his throat and pointedly looked and Damion, his expression was not an amused one. Damion nodded and brought his attention back to the matter at hand. "There are two worlds really that co-exist next to each other. There is the everyday world with people going about their jobs and raising families and living there lives. There is another one that remains hidden from most people. It is inhabited by creatures and beings that are different from Humans. They are creatures of mythological standing and legends in the human world. You saw a glimpse of that world yesterday and have been tracking events that have spilled over into the human world from this world, our world." He indicated the others sitting including Stiles.
Stan leaned forward concentrating on what his brain was telling his had to be fantasy, but he knew deep down it wasn't.
"There are many races in the supernatural world, most of them just want to be left alone to get on with their own lives, but like the human world there are elements that have caused trouble and seek to exert power over those that don't have it. Along time ago there was a spate of such troubles and humans banded together to hunt down these rouge elements. They became hunters and sought to protect the human world from harm. Their motto was 'We hunt those that hunt us', it may seem trivial to mention it, but it comes into play. Track forward a few hundred years and a family of settlers called the Hales came to the area and well, settled. They married into the natives that were of the area. With that marriage they also became the Hale Pack. The natives were an ancient line of Werewolves and so the Hales became that as well. They stayed in the area and looked out for it, and watched over it to keep the supernatural element in check. After all humans were settling what were old territories for old species and some didn't take too kindly to it. The Hales were peaceful unless action was required.
Now we come to another family with an old line, the Argents. They have been hunters for generations and they sought to protect humans as their code decreed, but there was another version of the code, one that wasn't popular in the main, but was favoured by some groups. It was 'We hunt those before they hunt us', two small words and a world of difference. A family of Argents possible because of reports of supernatural creatures, we don't know, only that they came and they too settled. Ahead a few more generation and a Chris Argent and his wife Victoria and their young son and daughter were in the area, they didn't stay long, but Chris's sister did, Kate argent"
Stan looked at Allison and she nodded "There has been family in the area for a while, but we were here for a couple of months one summer about six years back, I never knew anyone and we moved on before school started."
Damion nodded and carried on "Kate favoured the other motto. Finding out the family business and what they fought unbalanced her, and drove her to acts of madness."
"It made her a complete sociopath." Said Derek from the door, Damion nodded in agreement. Derek came over and perched on the arm of Damion's chair and the pair automatically linked hands.
Damion carried on "She apparently was told to keep a check on the supernatural, she saw that as orders to remove it. Kate seduced Derek and used him to get closer to the Hale family. She then got what she needed from Harris the chemistry teacher, and used that and local thugs to brutally murder and destroy a loving caring family."
Stan leaned back, the venom in Damion's voice was palatable and he could see the tensing of the muscles in both his and Hales faces. This was personal to both of them. "My god, I knew the Hales from around town, they were a good family kept to themselves but still good people. That was the only question I still had was why she did it, I knew she had organised it but I never knew why. She used you?" He directed the last question at Derek and Derek nodded stiffly.
Damion placed his other hand on Derek's in a reassuring manner. "There was no justification for it, and it ravaged one of the oldest lines around. The only survivors were Derek, Laura and their Uncle Peter, Peter was catatonic and burned beyond reason it ravaged his mind and destroyed it. Derek and Laura left the area and did their best to survive. Peter slowly healed in body, but not in mind, the damage done and the horrors he had experienced twisted what was left until only vengeance and retribution remained. One night on the full moon the damage to his body reached a point where it was no longer trapping the damaged soul within. Peters nurse, not the most stable bunny in the box to start with, saw him transform into his beta state as the moon touched him. It freed his mind and he started to plot revenge. Using Jennifer as his proxy he set up a trap for Laura." Stan shot Derek at startled look at this, and watched as the young man's features darkened at this.
"She was now the Alpha of the Hale pack, even though there was so few of them left. She received a report from that came from a local Sheriff's office showing a dead deer that had been found with a spiral burned in its side."
Stan felt the pieces starting to click into place "I remember that, I took it to the Vet to see if he had any idea's as it was so unusual. The body was found like it was dumped on the old Hale grounds where joggers would come across it."
Damion nodded at that. "Peter killed it; Jennifer procured a copy of the reports and sent it to Laura. She came investigating it and the connection to the fire. She tracked Harris down when she found that there was an inconstancy with the fire reports and insurance reports. Then one night in the beginning of January she was in the preserve and she came across Peter standing facing the moon. She went to him and he killed her, she never expected it to come from a family member, one of the last she had left. She thankfully never lived past the first strike. Peter stole the Alpha position from her and that power, he then set about creating a pack to use as weapons against the hunters. This is where the Pups, Stiles and Scott comes into things."
Stan realised what was coming and glared at Stiles who shifted uncomfortable. "Of all the irresponsible things Stiles, you knew Scott was going to be left on his own there; hell even if it was a normal murder the person responsible could have still been there. You put your friend's life in danger. He could have been killed! You could have been killed! Do you get that? What would I do if you were killed?"
Stiles was staring at the floor, he knew it wasn't going to be easy, but this was torture to him. His dad was realising how close he had come to being in Scott's place, how as this story of his greatest screw up progressed how close his dad would have been on his own with no idea of what really happened. He sniffed and could feel his eyes starting to well up.
Damion continued when Stan looked back at him. "Joggers found a body in the woods, half a body to be exact because the hunters had already found it and maimed the corpse to ensure it wouldn't heal and to attract the rest of the pack. In the woods that night Scott and Stiles became entangled into something larger. When they were separated Scott stumbled over Laura's remains, literally, and the Alpha attacked him and bit him. Scott was starting a transformation that would turn him into something more, it was also fortunate that he was one of the few that took to the bite with such swiftness and relative lack of adverse effects, the bite can kill. So Stiles worked to help Scott as best he could, and Derek who had trailed his sister after she went missing and found the remains, met up with Pups. He also found evidence of the Alpha but he didn't know who it was."
Stan raised an eyebrow. "You keep calling them Pups, why?"
Derek answered that question. "In a wolf pack, the young are known as Pups, it's the same thing in a Werewolf Pack."
Stan frowned. "Stile's isn't a Werewolf though, right? How can he be part of a Pack?"
Stiles shook his head. "I'm not a Werewolf, dad." He mumbled something at the end which the wolves all heard as 'Yet.'
Melissa answered the second question, giving Damion and Derek glances as she said the things so that they could correct her if she was wrong. "It's about family Stan. It took me a bit to realise how it works, even though you, me, Lydia and Stiles are human were part of the Pack. Derek heads the Pack as Alpha, Damion is his mate and helps run things. Scott is head Beta, though I'm not sure about how that came about." Scott protested with a 'Hey!' at that and Melissa gave him a grin before carrying on. "Jackson, Danny and Allison are all Beta's as well. Even though were not wolves we are part of the Pack and are protected by it as well, but it's more than just protection it about being together and there for each other and being, well, family." She held up her necklace that symbolised the bond.
The others nodded at what Melissa was saying, and Scott nuzzled her from his blankets, proud that she had gotten it and realised the importance of being Pack. Stiles held up his ring to his father to show that he also had a symbol of the bond and it struck Stan that Stiles had given him a similar ring as well for his birthday that he was wearing. "The ring you gave me means I'm in this pack?" He asked.
Stiles nodded and Derek answered for him because unusually for Stiles he was having problems finding the right words. "They are symbols of the pack bond we have; they also mean that we can sense where you are and if you're in trouble so we can help you. It also makes it easier for us to identify you as pack if we are caught up in a shift."
Stiles finally found the words. "It meant that you would be safer from the weird stuff going on. I'm sorry I lied to you about what it was, but I did want to protect you, and I liked how it matched mines."
Stan shook his head and sighed, he could use something stronger than coffee right now. The desire to shout at Stiles was running high. "It's ok. I can understand that, I just wish I knew what was going on first off all. Parents should protect their children Stiles not the other way around. Something I think we need to talk about." Stan then looked back to Damion to continue the story.
Damion took a sip of tea then continued "The Alpha started to kill of anyone who had a connection to the fire and its aftermath. Derek was trying to train Scott into controlling his wolf, and trying to find the Alpha. The deaths had flagged on the hunter's radar and the Argents returned to Beacon Hills to support the local hunters and attempted to kill the Alpha and stop the attacks. Kate Argent also returned as well, possible because the deaths were the people that she hired. It was mess, and in the end it came down to Kate verses the Alpha with everyone in between a sacrifice or a tool to their ends. Thankfully Derek, Scott and Stiles managed to work their way around it, and in doing so helped Allison, Jackson and Lydia. Peter killed Kate, ripped her throat out, you saw the body. You also saw the remains of the battle as the madness overtook Peter and he sought to destroy everything. Derek and Scott were pushed beyond their limits as the madness consumed and made Peter stronger. It almost ended in everyone's death if Stiles and Jackson hadn't arrived and weakened him. Scott drove him back until the damage they inflicted took its toll. Derek landed the final blow and ended it there and became the new Alpha."
Stan was silent as Damion finished, once more he thought Stiles had put himself in as much danger as he could, and it turns out he put himself into even more. It was too much, and the anger at Stiles for putting himself into those situations started to bubble up again fuelled by the panic at again nearly losing his boy more times than he could count and never knowing the truth of why. Stan Looked around the room at the people gathered and Melissa nodded, silently saying it's all true, also that she understood the emotions playing out on his face, she had them as well. He looked at Stiles who was making an apologetic gesture to his dad. Stan glared at him then smacked him of the back of his head "Of all the stupid idiotic half brained ill conceived and downright dangerous schemes you have ever come up with this has to be the most Stiles-ish of the whole damn lot of them!"
Stiles rubbed the back of his head and looked and his dad wincing "Umm... Sorry." He said lamely.
"If you ever think of not telling me something like this again I will personally take you Adderall soaked ass and punt it into the next state, they will have to use tracking dogs to find where you land. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR! What do you think you Mother would say if she were still here, how many times have you nearly been killed or maimed or lost and I would have never know the truth because you were protecting me. I am not an ogre of some unfeeling monster that wouldn't have tried to help you!" Stan fumed, Stiles just sat there nodding.
Scott and Allison were both wincing in sympathy and Melissa had a look of sympathetic understanding at Stan's fury. He rounded on Damion and Derek "Wait how the hell is he not locked up or at least been questioned after... Everything." He added pointing at Derek.
"That would have been me, and where I come into it. This is where things become a bit more fantastic." Damion said, Stan snorted his disbelief at that. "I am not a Werewolf; I come from a cousin line to them if you will. My breed is known as Lupus Arcana, or Spell Wolf. I am longer lived than most people..."
Scott went into a coughing fit at that as he tried to drink and it went the wrong way. Derek shot him a glare and Damion continued "I have a natural link to the source of magical energy. Anyway in the supernatural world there tend to be councils that oversee the various groups, the Werewolves are no different, and like most councils it's a bed of corruption and self interest. They would have sent in a cleaner pack to clean up the fallout from the situation. I called in a few favours because I knew the Hales of old, and I have had a feeling that something outside the normal sphere was begin to centre here. Part of the condition that I be allowed to take care of things here was that I remove any possible link to the Packs or the supernatural world. They weren't interested in how it was done, and if they had done it probably would have involved a lot of accidents. I chose to use my powers to shift the focus away from Derek and the Pups and narrow the focus to Kate and Peter. It didn't affect you any more than that, now that you know the truth the changes will be visible to you and you will be able to see what happened. Anyway once that was done I joined Derek's pack which included at the time Derek as Alpha, Scott, who was inherited from Peter as lead Beta and Jackson, who Derek had turned at his request. Stiles, Allison and Lydia were also a member of that Pack but outside of the hierarchy. So we set about training the Pack and dealing with the hunter issue. The study group was set up to allow us to keep the pack safe and to give them a place they could gather that wouldn't be open to outside abuse. It is all above board and the group idea has been used with others as well to their benefit. Danny joined the group and found out what was going on. He asked to become a wolf as well, as you know Stiles is dating him and may be his mate."
Stan looked at Stiles for his confirmation of this. Derek twitched his head slightly and said "Guys either come in or go do something else." The other pups stuck their heads around the door looking guilty, Danny came in and sat by his mate, and Lydia and Jackson perched on the other couch next to Scott, Allison and Melissa.
Stan frowned and then asked "Is being a mate like dating?"
Derek answered that one "With Werewolves a mate is a life time companion that loves you and understands you and will always be there for you. Sometimes it goes deeper than that and touches old magic and it creates a bond between the pair, humans sometimes experience some of that but not its full messure. There are really three types of Mates; one is when they are soul mates bound to one another before they even meet, and will find each other." He looked at Scott and Allison who had leaned together, Allison head leaning on Scott's shoulder. "Mates that meet and know instantly that they were for each other." This time he looked at Damion, and smiled. "Finally Mates that fall in love and bond over time, like Danny and Stiles that is the most common type of mate. "
Stan nodded "So sort of like married, I can get that." Derek nodded, then Stan looked at Stiles and saw that Stiles had held hands with Danny, and he realised that this was more than just first love. He was okay with Stiles being Bi, or Gay, whatever he wanted to call it, but being married so young, was he okay with that?
"So we didn't know this at the time but Allison's brother Sam was sent to take over local operations after everything that went down. He had been contacted on his way here from what we gather by Kate Argent." Damion said to Stan picking up the story.
Stan held up a hand "Wait, wait she's dead was this before she had been killed?"
Damion shook his head "No this was after, some force resurrected her. It also took over another hunter who had been sent to judge the Argents. He was going to shoot Allison who managed to escape. We gathered the Pack for their protection and last night the hunters struck. White was looking for a massacre, the all out assault by fifty men would have been enough to really hurt us and we would have mostly likely lost people, but it was much worse. They infected their own men with a mutated version of the plague and if it had gotten out we would have been looking at a global pandemic. The disease was magically enhanced and modern medicine would never have been able to cope with it especially if it had gone airborne. The explosions that we set of sterilised the infected sites, the bright flash in the woods was a superheated fog designed to sanitise the woods without killing it off. Kate is still out there and something large is coming this way. We seem to be caught up in the events regardless of how much we don't want to be."
Stan sat there and rubbed his fore head, people coming back from the dead, magical pandemics, Werewolves and supernatural creatures, Stiles being mated. It was a hell of a lot to take in though one think ticked over in his head as the investigator processed the information he had been given. "So did you bite Allison that would seem an awfully risky move?"
Derek answered "Being mate to a Werewolf begins a gradual process of transformation if you're not already a Werewolf."
Stan re-ran that last sentence through his head. "Wait that would mean... Is Stiles becoming a Werewolf?" He asked.
Stiles answered "Yeah, normally Werewolves are either born or bitten. If you are a human mate then all the kissing and... Bodily fluid transferred carries over the wolf factor and you slowly change, its kind'a self protection so that your Wolfie mate doesn't do a number on you in the heat of the moment."
Stan slumped back into his seat and tried not to let his growing panic get out of hand again. Stiles was becoming a werewolf, at least he would heal faster when he tried to kill himself with his hair brained schemes he tried to tell himself searching for any positive. "Stiles that's... Was far too much information about what you get up to, and wear a condom you hear me."
Danny had a coughing fit and Stiles shot his father a glare "I love Danny and I trust where he has been."
Stan hit Stiles on the shoulder "I suppose I should be grateful he can't get you pregnant, just turn you into a Werewolf. Can it be stopped?"
Stiles looked his father in the eye "Dad I'm ok with that, please be ok with that as well. It's kinda gone past that point, even if I wanted to stop it, which I don't. I want to be with Danny. He gets me, and understands me, and he makes me really happy. I, we were going to fill you in on everything soon, it's just so much has been happening. I want this, please understand?"
Danny looked at Stan with a serious, earnest expression. "I love your son Mr Stilinski, I would never, ever do anything to hurt or harm him. We both want to be together, he makes me laugh and he so full of life, how could I not love him." The two looked at each other and Danny squeezed Stiles hand.
Stan shook his head and rubbed his forehead trying to process it all. "This is too much to take in, you're effectively married, and you're turning into a Werewolf. You're dating a Werewolf, your part of a Werewolf Pack. That's one hell of a lot to ask. Melissa you knew about this for how long, how can you be okay with this all?"
Melissa sighed "I've known for several month, I worked it out from various clues that Scott didn't quite clean up. As to if I'm okay with his, no what parent could be okay with the level of risk and danger that seems to come their way. If I had a choice and could stop him from going out that night I would in a heartbeat, but I can't so I have to work to accept what is. But if I had, maybe Stiles would have been bitten or someone else, maybe it wouldn't have turned out like it did. Maybe they would have killed Scott and Stiles and the rest of them, Maybe Peter would have won and gone on a rampage. There is so much that I can't know for sure all I can know is that my little boy has done his damndest to be the kind of man I could only hope he could become, as has Stiles. So no, I'm not alright with it, but I could be a whole lot more sorry."
Stan stood up and paced looking at Stiles every now and then "I can't lose him like I lost Stella." He said finally as he sank back into his seat.
Stiles had a tear in his eye as he embraced his father. "Dad, if I wasn't here, if the wolfs weren't here then you would have lost me. You would have lost most of the world."
"Sheriff this isn't going to stop. They are coming for us and for you, they don't care who they have to hurt to do it while they are trying to do it. This is bigger than all of us and what's gone before, but we seem to be the only ones that can do anything about it. The government isn't designed to cope with this, and this just seems to be the opening moves to something bigger as well. We're drawing a line in the sand and we hope that you will be with us." Derek said holding out his hand to the Sheriff.
Stan looked at Derek's hand and then at Stiles, he stood up and took it. "What do we do?"