Forgot to mention that Danny is a wolf now!(I can write you all a Derek-changes-Danny fic if you really need it.)
Also, dark themes beginning here, be aware that this is a warning, so please don't bitch if you come across this and don't like what you see. I do my best to be as caring and kind as i can through these things, and i don't want to trigger people or offend people, but it's un-avoidable with the storyline i'm writing. So please, be careful.
Unbeta'd, all mistakes are my own.
Stiles avoided pack for three weeks after that, making excuses over texts to Issac or Scott to miss pack meetings and bonding nights. With school out, none of them could corner her there to find out what was going on, and Scott was too wrapped up in trying to make his relationship with Allison work to make time to visit her. Derek was getting worried, and as much as he didn't want to have to resort to measures like this in order to just talk to the stubborn girl, he found himself following her as she made a late night trip to the 24/7 petrol station on Main Street.
Even from the distance Derek was at, he could see the changes in Stiles in just three weeks. She was skinnier, if that was possible, and looked exhausted. As she hopped out of the jeep, Derek saw her wince in pain and could smell the same wave of fear and almost hysteria coming from her. He could see bruises on both her arms peeking out from under her hoodies sleeves, could smell the remaining blood from scratches and lesions somewhere on her legs and her back. It made him curl his fists in anger, someone had dared to injure a member of his pack, dared to hurt Stiles. It was wrong, she was supposed to be safe and protected now. There wasn't any threats in town, that he knew of, and in relative terms they could all carry on normal lives.
Yet there was Stiles; beautiful, brave, human Stiles. Injured, in pain, hiding from the pack. Derek's wolf howled beneath his skin, made his entire body shake with the rage he felt towards whoever had hurt her. In his mind, he tried to flick through people who could possibly be doing this. Her heart had stuttered when she talked about her father, but Derek knew somewhere deep inside of him that it couldn't be the Sheriff. There was the Argents, but Chris and the pack have a truce now, and Gerard had disappeared. The Alpha pack was gone, Jackson was no longer the Kanima, the pack had stopped throwing her into things a while back. There was not a single thing in Beacon Hills, that Derek could think of, that could be causing this.
He was about to step out of the shadows he was hiding in, cross over to Stiles and demand to know what the actual hell was going on, but her heart picked up suddenly, pounding along with a much more potent stench of fear and terror. Derek heard the car next, coming along the road behind him and pulling into the station behind Stiles' jeep. He watched her closely as she pressed her back against her jeep, clenching her fists by her side tightly and tried to slow her breathing.
The dark SUV that had pulled in had two people inside, male from what Derek could smell, and he only faintly recognised their scents as they stepped out of the car. Both had at least one gun and two knives that Derek could smell, but they weren't pulling them, just advancing towards Stiles with self-satisfied smirks on their faces. He knew he had to let this play out for a while, listen in to find out what was going on here, but seeing Stiles in so much distress was causing him pain. Vowing to intervene if things got out of hand, he focused in on the sounds of their conversation.
"So lovely to see you again, Genéve." Creep #1 in the brown leather jacket cooed to her, one hand flat to Stiles' jeep beside her head, the other tracing a line down her arm. The other chuckled, leaning against the jeep on the other side, trapping her between them. Derek wanted to snap every finger of the man currently running fingers along Stiles' skin like he had a right to. She didn't even bat him away, instead whimpering lightly under her breath and squeezing her eyes shut.
"I s-saw you last week." She murmured, terror lacing each word. "I have another week before..before.." Stiles trailed off, leaving Derek to wonder what the hell was going on here. Were these some kind of debt collectors, bailiffs? Creep #2 in the tight black shirt chuckled.
"We were thinking we should.. Step up payment, shall we say. He's getting unsettled, you see, and it's taking more time and effort to keep him away from you and your precious pack." He spat the word out like it was evil, making Derek growl lightly to himself.
"We're going to need more in compensation for our efforts." Creep #1 leaned in so close to Stiles that from where Derek was hidden, their hairs merged together and he could see his lips moving against her ear.
"For a werewolf sympathiser slut, it shouldn't be too hard for you to do, right?" Another whimper was torn from Stiles as both men pressed into either side of her, lowering their mouths to Stiles ears. Derek was frozen, horrified at what he was seeing. He knew he should be intervening, but he couldn't move, couldn't make his mind comprehend what was currently happening. Pieces were falling together like a puzzle, but some pieces were blurry and some where missing. He knew from what he had put together though, that this was bad. Very bad.
"We'll see you sometime this week, Genève." Creep #1 whispered against her skin.
"Tell anyone, and you know what will happen." Creep #2 commented before they both pushed away from her, getting back in their SUV like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They screeched out of the lot, making Stiles flinch. He watched her as she listened to the car drive away, still frozen in his spot. Stiles was crying, quietly, but steadily, as he watched her climb shakily into her jeep. He waited to hear the inevitable sounds of a panic attack, for the sobs to begin, but they never did. Derek was really still too shocked to act as Stiles started up her jeep and left, heading back towards her house.
Once Derek could think again; and move, breath properly, and fully comprehend that Stiles had left, he went to check and make sure she'd gotten home safely. Her jeep was parked beside the Sheriff's police cruiser, so at least he knew she was relatively safe for now. Then he made his way back to the house, calling his pack to him as he ran. They needed to talk about this, figure it out, because whatever was happening to Stiles was bad, wrong. It had obviously been going on a while, if that conversation was anything to go by, and they needed to figure out who the hell those men were before they could do anything about it.
Jackson, Lydia, Boyd, Erica, Danny and Isaac were already at the house by the time he got back. They watched him anxiously as he paced, lost in thought, as they waited on Scott and Allison, who turned up half an hour after everyone else had gotten there.
"Where the hell have you been?" Derek growled, flashing angry red eyes at them both as they strolled into the sitting room holding hands.
"It's half one in the morning, Derek, we were sleeping." Scott replied, pulling Allison down into the love seat beside him. Derek just growled again, returning to pacing the room and running his hands through his hair harshly as he tried to figure everything out.
"Derek, what's going on?" Lydia sounded a mix between concerned and annoyed, snapping Derek back into reality. He'd half forgotten the pack was there, concentration on the replay of the confrontation in his mind.
"I just saw Stiles." Derek muttered, perching on the edge of the arm chair, elbows balanced on his knees.
"Where?" Scott questioned, glancing around the room confused. Jackson rolled his eyes at him, and Lydia sighed.
"She's obviously not here, jackass." Jackson replied before turning his attention back to Derek.
"What happened?" He questioned.
"I was following her, she was stopped at the 24/7 on Main when a SUV pulled up with two men in. They crowded her, called her by her first name, said something about bringing payments forward and someone getting restless to come back here. They called her a.." Derek swallowed, trying to get himself and his annoyed wolf under control. "They called her a werewolf sympathiser slut, and promised to see her soon. She's doing something, to protect this pack, and I don't like it. We need to figure out what the hell is going on." Derek growled out that last part lowly, eyes flashing between human and Alpha.
"Are they.. Do you think they're hurting her?" Scott asked, eyes narrowed in confusion, making Derek growl yet again in frustration.
"Of course they are, you imbecile! Didn't you smell her last time she was here? God, she smelt like pain, and fear, and blood." Erica was dangerously close to losing her control, Isaac and Boyd both reached out at the same time to pull her towards them, offering the comfort of pack.
"She said she was fine, though! I thought she ran out of here 'cause Derek scared her again or something!" Scott whined, trying to talk his way out of his being unobservant.
"Shut up." Derek barked at Scott. "It doesn't matter. Yes, they're hurting her. She's covered in bruises, smells like pain and terror. There's something missing that used to be there, too. Did anyone else get that last time we saw her?" Jackson, Isaac and Danny nodded.
"Yeah, like some part of her was gone, like the part of Stiles that made her Stiles. I don't know, her innocence or something." Danny was a newly turned wolf, but he had some of the best senses and control Derek had ever seen from a bitten wolf. The others who had smelt it nodded while the rest listened in with concern.
"What did they look like?" Allison asked quietly. Derek looked up, and the girl looked pale and sickly.
"Dark hair, muscular. I was too far away to see clearly. They smelt slightly familiar, Both carried knives and guns, One was in a brown leather." Derek kept an eye on her as she grew more fidgety beside Scott, listened as her heartbeat increased. "You know who they are." It was a statement, not a question, and Allison nodded in reply.
"I thought they'd all left when he disappeared. I promise, if dad and I had known they were here, we would have told you." She whispered, not daring to look up at him. Scott wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in a little closer.
"Who is it, Allison?" Scott asked gently, and Derek let him take over questioning for a little while. He and Allison were still on somewhat shaky grounds, more likely to clam up under interrogation from him. When Scott asked, she looked up with tears in her eyes.
"I think they're hunter friends of G-Gerard's. If it is, they were -urm, they were there when Stiles was taken after the game. They helped him try to gather information from her. I don't know how, I just know that if it's them, they were both there." She rambled, risking a glance up at Derek and the others before dropping her gaze again and blinking away tears.
"And you have no idea what they did to her, or why they'd still be here now?" Allison looked up, scared, and shook her head no.
"Do you think it's safe to say the person they're telling Stiles the payment is for is Gerard?" Danny asked, glancing between Derek and Allison. Allison shook her head, no, again.
"Dad tracked him down to San Diego, got some hunter buddies to keep an eye on him. He's not moved, not even thought about coming back it would seem. He was going to send me to tell you tomorrow, well, later today. If they're using Gerard as a threat against Stiles, then they're lying."
"Probably safe to assume they're lying." Boyd grumbled under his breath, pulling Derek's attention to him.
"You remember the two we're talking about from you're time with Gerard?" Boyd glanced at Erica, who nodded slightly.
"They were cruel to us, good at torture, but they left when Gerard called them. They'd moved Stiles to another room, but we could hear a little bit. About five minutes after they were called away we heard them kind of.. Groaning I guess you could say, and Stiles was screaming. We could smell her pain, and her blood."
"And you didn't think to mention this earlier?" Derek demanded.
"We didn't know what had happened, and Stiles never mentioned anything specific. We just figured it came under 'tortury stuff' as she called it." Erica shot back defensively. Derek sighed, but conceded the point. He'd never made Stiles talk about what had happened whilst with the Argents either. They sat in silence for a while, considering and confused, before Lydia let out a very un-Lydia like whimper. Derek's head whipped around to look at her. She had wide eyes, brimming with tears, her concern was wavering with anger and disgust.
"What is it?" Jackson asked her quietly, grasping her hand tightly in his.
"You said they were.. Groaning, right?" Lydia asked uncertainly, receiving a small nod from Boyd.
"And you guys said she smelt like she'd lost something, like her innocence?" Lydia turned her attention to Danny, who's own eyes widened in shock, and then pain, and then rage.
"No." He growled out under his breath, but not like he was denying that it was what had been said, but instead trying to deny whatever thought had come to him.
"What is it that you have thought of that we haven't Lyds?" Jackson asked gently, a finger under her chin turning her back to look at him.
"What if they took her innocence, innocence Jacks?" She blinked away tears, trying in vain to hold back the tears bubbling behind her eyelids.
"Lydia, what are you trying to say?" Derek asked uncertainly, mouth dry with the fear that he understood what she meant. God, he didn't want her to be right, he didn't want her to say what he knew she was going to say. Lydia looked away from Jackson, over her shoulder at Derek, and then down at her fingers picking at the seam of her skirt. Eventually, after she'd taken some deep breaths and blinked away yet more tears, she looked back over her shoulder at Derek.
"I think-" She paused and swallowed, mirroring the own pain and horror that Derek thought would be visible on his own face right now. He really, really didn't want her to say what she was about to say, but she was going to anyway. Eventually, she found her voice again, although it had dropped to a whisper.
"I think they raped her."