UNDER THE SIGN OF A BLOOD RED MOON
musabitheseer
Summary: The quiet, the awakening, the storm. Genim, the pack... only one word. Derek.
The Quiet before and the Awakening of The Storm.
Genim opened his eyes in the soft warmth of the bed, burying her face into the pillow before the point elbows on the mattress and pull up the back.
He felt a slight languor satisfied for meat when he got his feet planted on the ground noise Lucas not to wake rolled up between the sheets.
Something had awakened her wolf.
Something subtle, primordial, absolutely inevitable, a recall of blood.
He dressed quickly, grabbed the car keys as quickly and without a glance at the contents of the room came near misses Lucas's sister, just returned, coming up the stairs.
'Oh! 'The exclamation of surprise on his face while the expanded grinned fake.
'Passed a good night?' Churches for both, fast enough, while she seemed to be exceeded and connect the brain only when he reached the door.
'Er, yes, but ... .. you what?' Whispered doubtfully with heels and a jacket in one hand and waving unconvinced.
'I must go. Tell Lucas that we see at the university. 'He said opening the door feeling a jolt of his sister.
'You are Stilinski right?' Churches staring at best from head to toe with sheer appreciation, finally realizing what he was doing in his house.
'See you.' Replied, nodding and closing the door behind him, feeling a sigh sideways before entering the machine. Problems of Lucas, though his sister was taking a crush on him.
Started the car and turned on the phone that was switched off for a few hours.
He felt constantly itchy skin. The need to scratch would not mitigated anything. This lightweight electric glare that was passed through the meat of his kicking and squirming wolf nervous.
When the signal picked up the telephone hearing the messages of missed calls and Jackson saw that Scott had tried to contact him.
What was so urgent that he decided to call early in the morning near? But no one was sleeping?
The phone rang furiously and answered immediately.
Allison?
'Genim! Thank God! 'Exclaimed breathlessly, full of anxiety and could imagine it in front of him, his eyes filled with tears.
'What's going on?' Churches risked turning the machine for a little to eradicate a mailbox and going to the girl's house.
'Run in the woods! Scott and Jackson are already there, they're looking for, but ... 'She replied quickly, hoping that the voice did not tremble as well as stuttering.
'I had to tell my father, he could help. We did not find you! 'Exclaimed firm but tormented.
And there was no repeat, no excuse to call her father for help in the decisions of the pack.
'You should not have to!' Growled feeling the throttle to full speed by disconnecting the call.
He slowed only when he arrived in the girl's house, which came out of the house fast. All the lights were on. He could hear her mother on the phone discussing animatedly with his father from interfering in addition to his duty.
'Why?' Roared out of control trying to pass the anger taking a few steps forward towards the girl still frightened and his pajamas.
'Do not you have found. Jackson ran in the woods without waiting for anyone and Scott followed him after calling me. Melissa is still in the hospital and your father went with Dad ... 'She advances fast.
'What? My father, Melissa ... 'He whispered in disbelief and trying to figure it out. Then something took the speech and the scraping sensation when he woke up he returned savagely to tickle the skin.
He turned to the forest with your eyes wide open, holding his last breath taken.
The body is tense, ears listening, while his eyes roamed among the tree tops.
A howl in the distance seemed to stir the dark peaks.
A long vibration, left the woods and stood up to reverberate in his ears to spread the message.
'Derek ...' He gasped, turning to Allison as prompting, but the silent look, full of tears to spread in pain on his face, was enough.
The icy air glided along the body of a wolf.
The leaves crackled where trample.
The smell that came out strong against the trees and then dispersed as if those who had left and then ran too fast to stop as short of breath.
The same breath that he felt fine particles scattered on the trunks of trees.
Jackson stood in the middle of a pair of twins planting trees sharp nails in the cortex.
Bright eyes, wild glare of the wolf that pointed the way.
A growl behind him made ?him shiver as he stood that hot breath on his back.
Scott was behind him, growling for dominance of the hunt.
Jackson, the wolf ... could not say which of the two whined in pain and the body slumped slightly forward, while the other climbed, still growling, on his back.
The claws, of Scott, we planted where were his first and last with a growl of warning, shook up the wolf in front of him and returned to sniff, bark, air, hoping to find fresh tracks.
'Let's go.' Scott uttered in a voice hollow, unreal, sinking one clawed hand on her head, her hair, to caress of excuses, even if its not needed to be dominant, pulling it towards you.
Jackson groaned an assent by exposing the neck, resting his head on a few moments of the bare chest, inhaling the strong smell of hard work and the wild wolf, before being pulled away with a howl in the woods.
'It's close ...' Whispered low just behind Scott who threw the trees, running between the roots, jumping the deep holes they dug.
'Blood.' Whispered, shaking like a panic before realizing it was an animal, a deer.
Scott lifted his head nodding and sucking strongly.
Jackson knew that Scott could be a good second in the pack, the strength, determination, the constant thought of protection to the friends made ?him a perfect dominant in the relationship of the pack, but tended to wander about the details. We passed over without notice, to the huge rush to solve problems.
The have been a nerd for most of his life, even suggested that sense of insecurity and inadequacy among the people.
Jackson returned to the present hearing the noise, the crackling of twigs mixed with broken bones. Scott was crouching a few feet in front of him, lying on the damp ground and dead leaves.
It was found by his side without a sound, and he almost shouted that if the other, fast, not pushed a hand to his mouth, staring at him a few touches of his face.
A mention of the nervous eyes of Scott and Amber again followed the direction.
The first thing he saw, again, were slight traces of blood, which came together in a pool, thick, smelly under the deer, lying on the ground and died.
The eyes were glassy with no life, tongue, lying between the teeth of the mouth open. The neck, placid and torn to bits. The body is open, torn, scratched, eaten ...
One bite, then another. One more.
The mouth of the wolf beta unaware, biting and eating like a desperate to his first meal in months ... for years, thought Jackson in pain ... years.
The claws full of blood pushed, moved, cut, broke to get to the meat tender.
Electric blue eyes intensified their brightness to a new bite, savoring the view.
Just drove on hand still on her face, moving on the ground, clasping. What should they do? The demand was so clear and desperate in his eyes and Scott did not know what to do.
They all had hoped to wake up, during those five long years, in preparation for what was to come, the one who needed to tell him and that he should know and now ... He and Jackson were petrified with fear of making mistakes.
Genim not seen, Lydia, for safety, had left her, engine running, keys in hand a few miles of the police station with a radio of service for any news to give the sheriff and Chris, his mother tried to take some time hiding evasion of the patient presumably still in a coma and Allison was safe at home.
Something must be done and decided to do it knowing that his best friend would have smoothed with the claws when he had a moment of quiet.
Plan, without sudden outbursts, he decided to make knows about them.
He tensed up on the legs, feet stamping heavily with slow, crunchy leaves beneath the rubber sole.
Scott noticed immediately, Derek let go on the flesh and raise their heads in their direction.
From Derek's throat a growl warning burst in his throat when the claws were planted in the skin of the deer and the body was stretched on the defensive of prey and of itself.
Scott, who in a first moment had hesitated in the show, because he knew he did not have the right words with him in his mind, now it was too surprised.
He did not believe that Derek would do so, in the sense, not even thought of having to chase in the woods.
He believed that once awake, he looked grimly set, which was usually placed on the face five years ago and getting a report from the first person he had seen at the hospital to find out why he was there.
He believed that he would have recognized Melissa, the sheriff - that would not have wasted no time to run the hospital - after his mother had called him.
He believed, convinced that Derek would have expected that his alleged pack, would meet at his bedside - because despite what he had always thought of Peter after the bite, Derek was a patient person if you have not annoyed too - and he would have explain everything in the smallest details and would have understood, after a few hours and/or days and/or months of bitterness and anger.
He believed in the hope that the resulting relationship between Derek and Stiles would be solved ... hoped that do not end up fighting for dominance and did not believe that Stiles would be imposed on Derek even though they were now at that point.
Certainly did not believe them to see it, even after a few hours after you get up, to hunt in the woods, wearing only light from that hospital robe, terry cloth with blood on it and dirty with leaves and dirt in that foul mess of filth and stench of 'hospital too turned on his nose.
Do not even believe that he had looked tense, worried, growling at him in an attempt to protect the game.
He did not believe even that would rise slightly, still in a defensive position, as now, leaving scaly flesh on the ground, bending his face slightly to the side, letting the spirit of his wolf stared at him with attention and curiosity.
Scott brought up one foot forward, Derek let him, without even moving, sniffing the air and perceiving its smell, to Jackson, finally decided to show just behind Scott.
Derek drove as soon as meat to them, doing a couple of feet deep back, his jaw moving in a circle, as soon as to clean the tongue, lips and mouth delicious flavor of the meat.
Cleared his throat, nodded his head in confusion and breathing in difficulties.
'J.. .. ju... just ...' Drawled his face hardly twisted and arms and hands to move as if to show something around, the deer perhaps, himself, from one to another and vice versa.
'ju... ... ... ... ha I ha ... had ...' He tried again to speak in a twist unexplained sensation and thoughts.
A tangle of emotions so desperate, strong and painful that they stir the blood in the veins to Scott speechless, and Jackson whimpered, gasping and curling into a ball on the ground, dying.
At Scott left the hiccups a few moments after Jackson heard crying behind him, still on the ground, his hands clawed on his head, gasping like a dog shot to death.
The pack could feel the emotions, anxieties, joys, pain with each other. A bond of brotherhood, friendship and family. One of the few things that Derek went on to tell them at the beginning of their training.
A bond that makes the herd stronger and cohesive, without hesitation. A bond, which triggers a further resonance when someone of them is in trouble.
Derek, maybe it was not the alpha, but it was still "family" and now, was there, awake, in front of them, confused, scared, full of anxiety, pain, groped to explain to them that he was just dying of hunger and would not attack and was offering, the deer in sign of surrender, as if for them he was only an intruder in their territory
As if he did not belong to them.
It was so bad.
It was so bad that he could hardly stand it.
'... hu. .. hun ... hunger ... 'Gasped, and Jackson, if possible, even more, cried the pain, choking him with bites on his legs.
Scott sighed, giving in to gravity on one leg. 'All right ... do not ... it does not matter ... '
Derek seemed to feel it and raised his shoulders slightly, going back a step forward, still trying to talk opening your mouth.
Flick # #
Thin.
Fast.
Invisible in the night.
In the thick of the wood.
Something decided to plant himself violently on the tree bark a few centimeters from Derek, who jumped in panic, pressing on the ground just behind it.
Scott could not think of Jackson, even agonizing at her feet.
He turned suddenly, a snarl of rage exploded in my throat, when the wolf saw her through his eyes, numbing the bullet, in the wood.
He turned suddenly, recognizing the shadows, half a kilometer, Chris Argent with even the gun in his hand, and loaded again. The noise of the carrier falling unstressed, shoot the barrel loader still smoking.
He growled, snapping at him, but the new shot had already left and planted in the flesh of the side of Derek with a frightened howl.
Scott turned back toward him, he seemed to do a dance, divided into chasing Chris and cut his arm bitten, or, groped to get closer to Derek for help.
A roar.
A reverb absurd.
A vibration deafening, thundering in the forest.
The air was full of power.
The trees seemed to tremble, the leaves fall under that attack.
The roar exploded a few miles away from Chris.
Scott's eyes widened, staring the eyes of Derek do the same, but much, much terrified, then jumped , ran away from them, in the woods, among the mud, dead leaves and rotten with the burnt side, under the hand .
A feeling of torpor suddenly it was seduced in a shrine of unwanted cold sleep but continued to run, to fall, to push forward.
The ear perceives footsteps behind him snappy.
An acrid smell of wolf fur.
Wolf wild, relentless, dominant.
Alfa.
From his position, he saw the big, long mantle of dark hair to stop, about twenty yards in front of him.
Immeasurable legs, scraped the ground, from the nails of the feet.
Legs and long arms, thick, coarse, straight.
Hands with curved claws that could cut through the air.
The head flat, elongated.
The fangs as sharp shears.
The ears open to sounds.
The nose to smell the entire forest.
The amp and petrifying eyes of a heated, irrational, blood-red nightmare.
'Where is he?' The growl, if possible, was the most powerful of the previous outbreak.
The body of alpha breathed that question, and cried, squirming as he did the whole wood, the regret in not knowing the answer to give
'After we will talk.' Hissed so slow, and in a low voice to frighten Scott, to launch to the chase.
Derek ran.
It ran just avoiding branches, trees, roots.
He tripped without seeing one, rolled to a slight tendency of the soil.
He sank his hands into the mud by lifting your torso confused, spitting of fresh potting soil, to the mouth.
Ran on to a second animal roar that expanded until him.
An alpha.
He was chased by an alpha.
An alpha?
Somnolence came to life in his body making him tumbling again and again.
He did not want to close your eyes.
The fear of something, something that not catch, on which he could not press your finger, yelled not to close the eyes despite the hunger, cold, fatigue.
"Enough sleep."
The howl of the wolf's interior was everything that in the middle of the chaos of thoughts, wolves, alpha and hunters could give it a push feeble to stand up and run, run away, run far.
"I do not want the oblivion."
He fell again, this time, too tired to get up, to escape. Escaped?
"No more frost."
Another an rumble refract in his bones, shiver on the skin, to instil on his aching back, brush the head, and perforating the brain button.
Behind him.
He could feel the smell, the rapid breathing, the noxious sensation of being watched, hunted.
His hands clambered on the grass, holding and advancing.
A half-hole rolled it of back and now he could not pretend anymore, no longer shirk the enormous, the alpha wolf in front of himself.
Genim remained there.
The wolf in fierce fighting for the predominance to catch up a member of the pack with the spirit, in pain, screaming.
Derek lying on the ground, arms planted in the ground, soaked eyes of fear and dimming for the anesthetic dart.
To cringe, walked away confused, scared, anxious, full of pain.
'Derek ...' Whispered high enough for hear.
There was no other reaction after the arrest lightning which panic, still confusion, and recommence to shove in the mud, unable to dissuade the gaze
What he was thinking while stared at him?
Why are not the alpha?
Why, is there an alpha in front of me?
Why did not answer?
He calculated a couple of jumps to overtop. For Derek, it was aimless, cringed to leave.
He was tired, hurt, hungry ... no longer able to tell himself how many emotions and sensations Derek let fall the pack, like a flow of pitch dense, suffocating sticky stuff.
'No!' The Scream, Derek, had his bust darting back for the barely concealed terror in it.
'Derek?' Genim shrugged his head, breathed, closed his eyes and he concentrated.
In a few instants, his wolf den smear in the darkness of his soul, and showed the guy who hosted.
He opened his eyes, still red a few moments before returning to be the normal light hazel that once showed all day.
'Derek ...' Gasped extending a hand to him, diverting it toward the arm, as soon as the other drew the face to want to be part of the ground.
He barely touched, without bothering to get dirty, just tapping his fingers on him, to test its sensibility to accept his touch.
He bowed his head on his, in a gesture of deep affection, touching with it, everything he could reachthat allowed him to share.
Whined to his pain, to be solidarity, finally grazing his hair with his other hand in a light caress.
A sigh of breath holding, relaxation of the bundle unique, the nerves, that Derek was now led him to comprehension that the terror had passed, and the exhaustion and the medicinal, they were relegated the wolf to sleep.
'Nobody will hurt you ...' He sighed with a knot in his throat such will not be able to say anything else, as he shook hold on him and pulled him in arm..
End of Part Four
Notes: The story begins to shake off a bit of relaxation and comes alive. Thank goodness! I hope you like it. Small comment? Thanks in advance. MTS