Okay, here's the second chapter! I had to do quite a bit of research for this one. More than usual but in my opinion it was worth you like it. Oh and before I forget it wasn't beta'd, so all mistakes are my own.

Chapter 2

"Ow, dude! That hurt," Stiles whined as he got up from the ground.

Jackson laughed and high fived Isaac. Before Stiles could say another word, Scott was in front of him and crouched in a defensive position. He growled at the two werewolves and Stiles smirked as they deliberately backed off.

"Thanks, man," Stiles said placing a hand on Scott's shoulder. His best friend turned and smiled at him.

"Can't defend yourself, Stiles?" Erica asked her arms crossed and smug smile on her face.

"It's not like he could defend himself against us anyways. He's human and we're not," Boyd said.

Stiles knew he was trying to help, but the comment only made the others grin even more. The fact that Stiles was an easy and breakable thing amused them.

Those bastards. If they only knew, he thought.

He stopped himself and frowned. Allison's words from last night still ringed in his head. Maybe he would start practicing again. It's been so long since he last picked up a gun or bow and he has missed the comfortable weight of them.

His thoughts were interrupted by someone screaming his name. He glanced up to find Allison and Scott hugging and waving frantically at him to come over. He smiled and jogged over to the couple and brought them into his arms.

"Whoa, man! Have you been working out?" Scott asked, smiling at Stiles like he was keeping a big secret.

Stiles tensed and took a step back. He looked at Scott and then at Allison who was gracefully avoiding his gaze.

"So, I thought I'd practice here with you guys. If it's okay with Derek," she said.

"It's fine," Derek answered behind Stiles.

Stiles startled and might have yelped, "Dude, what the heck? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Derek gave him a small smirk that made Stiles' stomach flip, "Sorry. I forgot you only have three muscles in your ear."

"Oh my God, you have jokes? Is the world about to end or?" Stiles flailed his arms at the alpha and Derek instantly grabbed his wrist.

Stiles gulped and stared into the alpha's eyes as they flashed red," Or," he said and slowly let go of his wrist.

Stiles watched as Derek walked over to the pack and then turned back to find Allison glaring with her mouth set in a small pout. Her eyes met his and she smiled up at him.

"Stiles," she began sweetly, "do you want to shoot with me?"

Stiles didn't have time to answer before a loud laugh rang behind him.

"Seriously, Allison? Stilinski?" Jackson said clutching his stomach. Lydia bit back a laugh as the rest of the pack doubled over in laughter. Only Derek stood silent with his eyebrows raised.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Derek said simply.

"Wow, you were totally right, Allison," Scott said.

Stiles narrowed his gaze at him, "What are you two planning?" he asked.

"Come and see," Allison replied tugging him towards her car.

Stiles watched as she took out two huge black bags from the trunk and walked over to the hood. She unrolled one of the bags and revealed about fifteen different revolvers and rifles. Stiles gave a low whistle as she took out two bows from the other bag and set them neatly on the hood.

"Well," she said clasping her hands together and giving him a small smile.

Stiles rubbed a hand down his face and carefully picked up a .45 APC revolver and examined it. He spun it in his hand and then turned swiftly and shot it. It hit the center of the tree.

"Sheer luck, baby," Erica teased.

Anger flowed through Stiles and he whirled around to face her and fired instantly. She froze and watched as the bullet headed straight towards her, but Stiles knew it wouldn't hit her. At the last minute the bullet curved and hit the tree behind her- dead in the middle.

Stiles smirked as the pack including Derek turned and saw the endpoint of the bullet. Erica gave a low growl, but stayed in her spot.

"Stiles! How long has it been since you held a gun, bro? And you're still shooting like a pro," Scott laughed and Allison turned to grin at him.

"Try the bow," she said picking up the crossbow. Stiles shook his head and grabbed the composite bow. "Hold on," he paused and waited for her to continue.

She studied something behind him for a while and then put her hand down. She handed him an arrow, "There's an old beehive on the third tree behind you. It's about thirty feet off the ground and on a branch on the left side. Shoot it."

Stiles nodded and loaded the bow. Without thinking he twisted around and released it, with a sickening thud it hit the beehive and knocked it to the ground.

Allison let out a cheerful yelp and Scott shouted woo-hoo!

"That's impossible," Boyd let out.

Stiles faced him and shrugged, "I'm not completely useless, huh Boyd?"

"I'm highly jealous of you right now," Allison laughed.

Stiles grinned wide at her and then froze as Peter walked towards him. When did he even get here?

"Stiles, you've been hiding some very impressive skills," he began and raised his eyebrows. Stiles stood tall and steady meeting his gaze, "It looks like you've finally decided to come out of that shell of yours."

"Looks like you're still crazy," Stiles remarked. Peter grinned at him.

"Peter," Derek snarled.

Peter raised his hands innocently, "What? I was just appraising the human."

"Keep it up, creeper. I still have a gun in my hand," Stiles said with a roll of his eyes.

Peter got up in his personal space and whispered, "Save it for the alphas."

The next few days passed with a new routine set. While the pack trained with Derek and Peter; Stiles and Allison would practice their shooting. The two humans had come early one Saturday morning and set up different targets and courses around the Hale property. Peter had come out and helped them, he even suggested a few obstacles himself that focused on different points for the two to try. The entire time Derek had just sat on the porch and watched.

Now he tried to ignore the amazed comments from Peter and Allison as he followed the betas and waited for them to pounce.

Peter should be here helping me. Not over there, Derek thought angrily.

Jackson attacked first and Derek easily grabbed him and flung him across the forest. Scott came next with Isaac on his heels and Derek spun quickly grabbing them both by their necks and shoving them to the floor.

He waited for Erica, Lydia, and Boyd and then a sudden arrow flew past him. He whirled around to find Allison, Peter, and Stiles right behind him. Allison held the bow already loaded with another arrow and Stiles held a M-4 Carbine. Derek followed their gaze and tensed. He felt someone stand near him and stole a sideways glance expecting to see Peter but instead finding Stiles.

"I think these are yours," the woman said. She nodded at the men behind her and they effortlessly threw three objects across.

Derek looked down to find Boyd, Erica, and Lydia bleeding through open claw marks on their arms, and telling by the blood staining the front of their shirts- they probably had some on their stomachs. He snarled and felt his eyes flash.

"You're on my territory and you attacked members of my pack," he said. He heard low growls from behind and knew that Jackson, Scott, and Isaac stood behind him. Hopefully, they would be on either side of Stiles and Allison.

The humans could defend themselves, but Derek didn't want to take chances with the alphas.

"Well, what are you going to do about it? Have your little humans shoot at us? It's clear your werewolves don't know how to fight, so that's out of the question," a man sneered.

"It doesn't count when you catch them by surprise, assholes," Stiles remarked. Derek startled and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. Stiles caught his eyes and Derek tried to say don't piss them off, they're freaking alphas with his eyes. Stiles just shook his hand off and turned his attention back to the people before him.

"Watch it, human," the woman snapped.

"I have a name," Stiles replied with an eerily calmness.

"Stiles," Scott whispered. Derek was too stunned to do anything but stare.

"Stiles isn't really a name, pet," another man said.

Derek watched as Stiles narrowed his gaze and pulled the trigger. His eyes followed the bullet as it went straight towards the female alpha and at the last second curved and hit the tree behind her.

"I suggest you leave, bitch," Stiles gritted through his teeth.

The alpha pack blinked in surprised and staggered a few steps back. Derek raised his eyebrows slightly amused at the scene occurring in front of him. He was impressed and dumbstruck, and wanted to kiss Stiles but he also wanted to rip his throat out… with his teeth…

"You're not as harmless as you seem, Stiles," the woman purred regaining control. She smiled flirtatiously at Stiles (and Derek totally did not want to rip her in half for that). "We'll meet again soon," she added with a wave of her hand.

They watched as the pack disappeared into the forest and then waited another five minutes before any of them spoke. Derek was the first to break the silence.

"What the hell was that? Are you trying to commit suicide, Stiles?" he roared. Stiles flinched but met his gaze.

"I panicked! I didn't know what to do!" he yelled.

"You seemed under control to me," Derek snapped.

"Well, I wasn't! If you would have used your fucking werewolf senses instead of just standing there- you would have noted my heart race had increased and almost ripped through my chest," Stiles seethed.

"Can you two argue later?" Lydia commented sounding hoarse.

Stiles dropped Derek's gaze and hunched down to the three betas on the floor. He made soft soothing noises and the three of them responded by clinging to him.

"I called Deaton. He's getting ready for us, should we take them, Derek?" Scott asked.

Derek was about to respond when Peter cut him off.

"You three," he said pointing at Isaac, Jackson, and Scott, "take them to Deaton. You two humans- stay here. We need to talk," he finished his eyes meeting Derek's.

They looked at him and then at Peter questioningly but did as they were told. Derek observed as the boys each carried one of their hurt pack members into Peter's car and then he was distracted by the click that came from his right. He twisted his neck and found Stiles reloading the guns while Allison polished to bows. Then Peter cleared his throat.

"Stiles. Allison. Come here, please," he said. The two teens stalked over with a weapon in their hand.

"What's this about?" Allison asked.

"Just bare with me for a moment, sweetheart," Peter answered. "Now, while Allison is an amazing shooter," he began gesturing with his hand for Allison to fire.

She gripped her bow and aimed towards the target. After a few seconds she released the bow and it flew with a quick pace hitting the center of the target. Allison gave a proud smile and then grabbed the gun Stiles handed her, aimed and shot at another target- once again hitting it in the center.

"Nice job, princess," Stiles teased. She laughed and gave him a slight shove before returning her attention back to them.

"That was impressive, but I already know Allison can do that," Derek commented.

"Hold on sour wolf," Peter smirked and Stiles let out a chuckle. "What did she do before she shot?" he asked.

Derek answered right away, "She aimed it. What surprise. It's not like it's rare to do that," he couldn't resist rolling his eyes.

"Whoa, Derek can be sassy? Wait, Derek you can be something other than broody?" Stiles said.

"It's a surprise to us all, Stiles," Peter said. Derek glared at him and Peter just ignored it carrying on he added, "Now watch."

Stiles stepped up with the composite bow in hand and released the arrow. Derek stared in awe as the arrow literally flew with amazing speed and thudded on to the target, a direct bulls-eye. He was still watching the arrow as it shook lightly when Stiles fired the gun. It seemed to be going towards the branch on the left of the target, but just as usual it curved and landed on the target.

"Well, Mr. Know-it-all," Peter raised his eyebrow.

"He didn't aim," Derek let out quietly, "that's not possible."

"His speed and accuracy are too great for an ordinary human," Peter whispered for Derek's ears only.

"But he is," Derek whispered back.

"Exactly. So that could only mean one thing."

"No. That's not right. It could be a coincidence," Derek tried shaking his head and looked at Stiles.

"I've been watching them for the past week, Derek. The boy hasn't aimed once and he never misses. I'm telling you it has to be. You can try to deny it, but the evidence is there," Peter's tone was grave.

Stiles and Allison shared a look of confusion, but stayed quiet as the two wolves continued speaking.

"So what he can shoot without looking. That doesn't prove anything," Derek snapped.

"Well, let's see- correct me if I'm wrong, nephew, but the other signs are there. One: a fierce loyalty to the pack- check. Two: ability to use and control magic such as mountain ash- check. Three: being able to defy an alpha- check. Four-," Peter was interrupted by Derek.

"Four is a birth mark shaped like a pentacle with an arrow going down the middle. Stiles doesn't have that," Derek replied frustrated.

"Stiles, take your shirt off," Peter said seriously.

"Umm," Stiles shifted uncomfortably. He looked at Derek and Derek nodded.

Stiles sighed and zipped his sweater off, then tugged on the two shirts until they came off. Derek tried not to stare as Peter twirled his finger for Stiles to turn around with his back facing them. Derek was surprised by Stiles' very define back and resisted the urge to rub his hand on the younger boy's back muscle.

His lust was soon forgotten when his eyes landed on a mark on Stiles' light skin. He choked back a gasp and felt his feet move towards the boy. He slowly and carefully brought his hand down on the marking and abruptly stepped back when it flashed.

"Stiles," he barely managed, "where'd you get that?"

"What the birth mark? Well, I was born with it and my dad doesn't have it, so I guess my mom," he replied completely oblivious to Peter and Derek's reactions.

"Do you know what it means, boy?" Peter asked not taking his eyes off it.

Stiles shook his head and pulled his white Henley back on.

"What does it mean?" Allison piped up after a couple of minutes.

Derek couldn't respond. He felt like his legs would give out at any moment and he had to concentrate on breathing.

"It means, you're a great danger," Peter said barely audible.

"I'm in great danger? Well, that's nothing new. I hang around werewolves all day," Stiles said confused.

"No, well I mean yes. You are in danger- actually more than you used to be, but you're also a-,"

"A great danger," Derek finished for Peter. He felt sick. Dizzy.

"To who?" Allison asked. Stiles was focused on Derek, watching to make sure he didn't pass out or anything.

"To anyone and anything that isn't pack or family," Peter replied.

"What? How?" Stiles questioned finally taking his eyes off Derek.

"You're a Ricca," Peter answered.

Reviews would be greatly appreciated and I'm working on the other chapter! Really inspired for this one, but sadly that means my other stories will have to wait.

P.S A Pentacle is pentagon but the head of the star is pointing up instead of down. Ricca is originally a giant in mythology, but in my story it is something completely different and non-existent. I came up with the name by mixing two together and then I researched it to make sure it wasn't something real or something completely different. Since it is, I'll just tell you guys because I don't want to change it and there's actually no name for what Stiles is. Also, I apologize I know I meant for Stiles to stay human and he technically is! Don't worry though, team Scallison will still be in this because I love them working together so much.