AN: ESTABLISHED DEREK/STILES RELATIONSHIP!

When he gets a text from Lydia saying:

Jackson stabbed himself. Stiles is missing.

Derek has to resist the urge to break some things in his already broken home. So instead of breaking things, he sends a mass text out to his pack even though they've decided to leave him; Get your asses here now. And then he sends a text to Scott; Get to the house. Bring your mother and the Sheriff. A few minutes have gone by when he hears Erica and Boyd's howls, followed by Scott and Isaac's, all four coming from different directions. Peter chuckles getting to his feet. The look he throws Derek is full of understanding and that's not something the Alpha wants to see right now, so he turns away and heads to the front door.

"Why were your wolves howling? Has something gone wrong, nephew?" Peter asks leaning against the railing behind him. Derek tenses throwing a glare over his shoulder at the older male.

"Stiles has gone missing." Derek spits out through clenched teeth. He's pretty sure Peter can hear his molars grinding against each other.

"Is that the kid who never shuts up?" Peter questions calmly. Derek nods tersely reigning in his wolf as it pushes against its cage. Erica and Boyd stumble into the house moments later and Scott, his mother, Isaac and the Sheriff file in seconds after.

"If you hadn't sold us out to Gerard, none of this would've happened!" Derek yells glaring daggers at the teen in question. Scott merely nods looking down at the floorboards. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, McCall. Stiles, of all people, your best friend is missing because you've decided Allison is all that matters. Wanna know something? She's the reason we're being hunted. She's the reason two of my wolves is a bloody mess right now. That whole deal you made with Gerard? Once he gets what he wants, Allison is gonna be the one to put a fucking bullet through your head unless you get your shit together."

"We're mates, she's not gonna kill me! She loves me!" Scott states looking up at the Alpha with amber eyes. In the millisecond it takes to blink, Derek has Scott by the throat.

"You wanna talk about mates? How about the fact that mine is missing right now? That no one knows anything. Lydia told me he disappeared right after Jackson stabbed himself. Fucking vanished right off the field. How could that have happened if you were looking out for him, Scott? How?" By the end of Derek's rant, his eyes are red and his claws are piercing Scott's throat.

"Derek, release the boy and take a step back." Peter says carefully.

"Are you ordering me around? Did you forget who killed you and is now Alpha?" Derek snaps turning his red eyed gaze to his uncle. Peter sighs.

"No, you imbecile. Look, I get it. You're upset. You wanna find the kid? It won't be by killing his best friend. You're scaring the humans and your pack. Get a hold of yourself, Derek." And Peter is right because when Derek looks up, Erica, Boyd and Isaac are huddled together looking at him warily and Scott is bowing his head as much as he can in the Alphas hold.

"Sorry. It's just we need to find him before something happens." Derek mutters swiping a thumb across his lip when he tastes blood.

"Dude, why are you bleeding? No one even touched you." Scott asks looking a lot like a lost and confused puppy. Derek sighs tilting his head back so the others can't see the blood that begins dripping slowly out of his nose.

"Not me, Stiles. Whoever has him—FUCK!" The Alpha shouts dropping onto his knees and blinking rapidly to clear the moisture gathering in his eyes as he feels his ribs break. The pack whines looking down at him in shock and concern.

"That doesn't sound too well, Derek. If you can feel his pain physically, then your bond is stronger than any of the previous Alphas and their mates including your mother and father." Peter states quietly an underlying tone of concern creeping into his voice.

"What do you think brought me back here? It wasn't just Laura's death." Derek growls out feeling his canines lengthen as his claws dig into the floorboards. "They want information-" He pauses sucking in a breath of air when it feels like he's just been sucker punched in the throat. "On me, the pack and anyone else involved. Scott?"

"No. They have all they need already. It's a trap. How do you even know this?" The teen demands actually stomping his foot like a five year old.

"True mates, not what you and the Hunter have, have a type of bond that allows them to feel the others pain as it's happening, hear the others thoughts and if that bond isn't acknowledged, then the Alpha will die a slow and painful kind of death. No mercy will be given whatsoever." Peter explains when Derek looks his way and grunts. Scott's mouth opens and closes like a fish as he scrambles for words.

"Mr. Hale," At this both Hales looks up and Melissa shakes her head. "Derek, I don't care if you're some supernatural creature, I need to have a look at your ribs. So, lay on your back. Scott, stop gaping like a damn fish and get a damp towel for all the blood." Derek growls lowly baring his fangs when the woman gets closer to him.

"No need, Mrs. McCall. He's already healing." Erica comments from her spot in the doorway. Isaac and Boyd got tired of standing, so they're sitting on the rickety stairs. Suddenly, there's movement outside that has Isaac growling loudly.

"Derek! You want him? Come get him! He's dead anyways!" Allison yells even though she knows he'd be able to hear her. Everyone's gaze is on him at that last comment. Derek shakes his head, noticing the way the Sheriffs shoulders sag in relief, at knowing he doesn't have to bury his son.

"No, Scott! It's a trap!" Derek snarls getting to his feet in one fluid motion. Scott hesitates looking between his Alpha and the front door. Derek snarls again when he catches the scent of blood, Stiles' blood. Peter grabs hold of his arm when he moves forward.

"I'm gonna tell you what you just told the kid; it's a trap. You think he's actually out there? Explain the blood running down your arm. They cut him to get his blood for this purpose alone; to lure you out."

"I don't fucking care! You'd risk your own life if that was Aunt Leah, so don't even." The Alpha hisses twisting out of his uncle's grasp and out the front door before anyone can say anything. If possible, Peter's eyes darken as he goes charging after his nephew. At that, the pack swings into motion all filing out of the house and onto the porch.

"I apologize for thinking you'd just sit by while your mate gets hurt." Peter says quietly baring his neck in submission.