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Thank you to those who read the story. Here is the chapter 2. As usual if you see mistakes in my English, don't hesitate to give me feedbacks
Chapter 2 : explanations
Peter and Stiles regained consciousness at the same moment with Derek's blurred outline above them. The eyes of the wolf scanned the sheriff's son pitiful body and they immediately turned blue. "
- Peter, what did you do to him? "
The next action happened in a slow motion for Stiles. He saw Derek's fang unfold, saw him put his hand on the ground to jump on his uncle. He was going to kill Peter and he could not let that happen. He felt like an adrenaline shot running through his veins, his muscles contracted and his valid hand went to meet Derek's chest, intercepting him in full flight. He pinned him to the ground. "
- Do not lay a hand on him ! he yelled. "
Suddenly, all the hyperactive youngster's muscles gave way from exhaustion and he collapsed again but without losing consciousness, unwittingly diverting the attention from what had just happened. As Peter got up painfully, both Hales carried the human to the couch. "
- Peter did not do anything to me, Stiles murmured painfully. Not his fault ...
- Because the cuts on your throat and the lacerations in your back happened all alone? And that broken wrist? And ... what's on your lip? Did He bite you?
- Not his fault ... all mine ...
- Explain then! the wolf became impatient. You just pinned me to the ground.
- I ... arrrggghhh fuck that hurts! "
Peter, who had been silent until then, grabbed his injured wrist to absorb his pain. The Alpha takes care of the weak of the pack ... The pain faded completely but Peter, who seemed in a sort of trance, did not let go. "
- Well, Stiles, what if you explained?
- In fact I ... I wanted to be useful, and stronger and ... Able to defend myself. I first asked Deaton to take me as an apprentice and then I came here. I wanted to ask you and Peter to train me, I have to learn to fight. And ... things got a little out of hands.
- Really? Peter! you could have cut him into pieces, do you realize that?
- I said it was not his fault! Stiles growled. "
Derek arched an eyebrow in Peter's fashion. "
- Mimetic behavior, his animal side is expressing itself in our presence," explained the oldest wolf.
- And ..., continued Derek. Since you really do not seem to lie how do you explain Peter's passing out? Because believe me, even if it would make me happy to see him get a good beating, it has not happened yet.
- I was smarter than him, that's all," said Stiles addressing a mocking smile to Peter.
- In your dreams kid, replied Peter by putting his hand under Stiles' T-shirt to absorb his back pain. "
The student let out a little squeak. Derek seemed to have a hard time believing them, but he dropped the subject for the moment. Nobody insisted on the fact that a simple human like Stiles could put a wolf on the ground.
It was with this evening that everything had started, even if it had taken longer for things to become more ... Intense between them.
The day after the small "incident" Stiles, still slightly bruised by Peter's near transformation, went to the loft. He wanted to start training as soon as possible. He had come early, knowing full well that he would come across Peter only. And he was right. He was sitting cross-legged in front of the bay window in front of the setting sun. He seemed to meditate. Stiles made as little noise as possible, though he knew it was useless and quietly settled down on the couch. "
- How did you do it ? the wolf asked without turning around.
- Do what ?
- My eyes, the Alpha comeback ... I rarely admit it but I really don't understand. I am delighted, do not get me wrong, but I need to understand.
- I ... I don't know, Stiles sighed as he sat down next to him. When I watched you sleep, I felt something. Strength, power ... even when you sleep we don't want to bother you, he joked. When I was standing near the couch, something inside me told me that it was wrong to dominate you. I was under the impression of provoking you ... Then I knew the Alpha you once were was still inside you, somewhere ... You've already said it, the Hales gave birth to a lot of Alphas and you are the most powerful of those who remain ...
- Interesting ... and why did you submit to me this way? You've always been one to fight.
- I do not know, it was ... visceral. Everything in me was telling me to lower my guard ... When Derek attacked you ... I wanted to tear off his head.
- I often want to tear off his head, laughed the wolf.
- You love him, don't you?
- He's all I have left.
- You could not have saved them Peter, it's not your fault.
- Wait, I never said that ...
Stiles, feeling brave, took Peter's face in a cup and interrupted him with a kiss to which he yielded with astonishing ease.
- You did not say it but I can feel your guilt. Don't worry, like the rest, this is just between the two of us. Shall we begin ? ".
This routine had lasted some time. Stiles worked a lot with Deaton, saw Scott and his friends two or three times a week outside school and spent most of his time with the Hale family, ending regularly with bruises and cuts. Derek had noticed that something had changed. Peter seemed stronger and more annoying than usual, he kept talking about reforming the Hale pack, he was also extremely protective of Stiles, who spent most of his time with them. As if he had changed his allegiance ... as if he had chosen Peter as pack leader, like… an Alpha. But that was impossible! Stilinski had some more tantrums while defending Peter. More than like a beta, he behaved like the wolf's Alpha companion. He had gained in personnality, musculature, knowledge and maturity. Stiles' evolution was impressive, especially when he unleashed his animal side. Derek Hale came to believe that every human being was a potential shapeshifter. Stiles's proximity to the wolves had almost made him one of them.
On the side of Stiles and Peter, Steter as Derek called them, there was nothing more than a few kisses and caresses. The young man seemed to be the only one to understand his complex moods, which was why Peter was becoming more and more ptotective and allowed himself to be weak with him, human.
Things had really changed on a December night.
As Stiles went to the loft, he ran into an anxious Derek. "
- Derek, is there a problem?
- Peter is gone.
- You know him, it happens from time to time, he needs to empty his head. I think that's how he controls the violence in him.
- No, when it comes to that he always tells me where to find him. And, I don't know if you noticed but he seems to have reconnected with the concept of family.
- Since when did he leave?
- Yesterday afternoon. He is not at home, and with all this snow outside I can't track his smell. Stiles, I'm not stupid, I can see how close you and him are. Is there a reason that would bring him more trouble than usual?
- Possible, answered the human with hesitation.
- Stiles, Derek growled.
- He trusts me Derek, I'm sorry, I can't say anything.
- Even if it can save him? Stiles, breathe, relax and listen to your instinct ... what does it tell you? "
The young man closed his eyes and summoned a mental image that helped him relax. He had never experienced such moments with him before, but he visualized Peter, shirtless, behind him, against his back. The man's hands resting on his forearms and then circling his chest. Peter's nose brushed the skin of his neck, inhaling great gusts of air. Relaxed, Stiles paid more attention to a sound that seemed to come out of the wolf's lips, a whisper: "
- Help me ... Stiles ... help me ... »
An influx of pain in the chest cut the young man's breath, who was caught by Derek in extremis before collapsing. "
- We have to help him, Derek, we have to help him!
- We'll go, but you explain me before. "
Stiles closed his eyes, opening them again. They had turned from the color of whiskey to an emerald green. "
- So this is unexpected, especially for a human being. The eyes of an Alpha mate ... Peter has regained his status. How?
- It has always been there, it was just buried in him ... Please Derek, we have to help him ... He is in the forest ... aconite. He will die if we do nothing.
- I will not even ask how you know it, we will have a real conversation all together. He must have sung to the world that there was now a second Alpha at Beacon Hill. He must have attracted hunters. "
They climbed into Stiles'Roscoe and headed for the forest. Impressed, Derek realized the direction they were taking. Leaving the car at the edge of the forest, the student opened the car trunk and grabbed a crossbow. "
- Deaton's Gift, Chris Silver's personal collection. But with a poison of my own on the arrows. Oleander. Causes cardiac arrest in record time.
- Poison for humans, commented the wolf.
- Poison for humans, Stiles replied. If we arrive too late, I will kill them all ... "
The older man thought that once they got their hands on Peter, he would have to teach his ... Alpha human to control his impulsiveness. Crossbow in hand, Stiles headed for a secluded cabin. A small cottage, which had belonged to the Hale. When they were younger, Peter and his sister spent a lot of time there, while Talia passed on her werewolf knowledge. Peter had done the same thing with Derek. It was a place of transmission and a pleasant family memory ... The only place that did not go into ashes. Peter came to take refuge there. Derek slammed the door open. They found Peter on the ground, in a pool of black blood, several arrows across his body, a deep gash in his left thigh and on his chest. He was going to die ...
