A/N: One more chapter after this one. This is going to be the first multiple chapters story that I have ever finished. (The others that say finish, I didn't really finish I just stopped writing)
Part seven- Join the Pack, Taylin err... Stilinski?
"I swear to god, Stiles, if you die I will rip your throat out. With. My. Teeth." Derek growled, holding onto his mate as he carried him to the hospital. Tobias carried Reuben, looking at his son with sad, concerned eyes. Gwendolyn was crying, hanging onto Reuben's hand for dear life. Aurelia watched her brother, only taking her eyes off him to speak to Derek.
"I don't think that would be effective if we was dead," She said, and Derek glared.
"Take... that blindfold... off... Sourwolf... Can't you... see your... threats... n-never had... any affect.. on me?" Stiles panted out, blinking his eyes open to look up at Derek. He was blurry, but even in his fuzzy vision he could see the worry on Derek's face.
"That was strangely poetic," Aurelia commented. Derek ignored her, his full attention on keeping Stiles alive. Reuben grunted, coughing slightly and opening his eyes too. He looked up at his dad, then to his mom and sister. "I told you to stay at the damn house." Reuben cracked a smile.
"You were worried?" He asked, making his dad put him down, he wobbled, but kept upright. Aurelia snorted.
"Was not."
"You were too. You always get pissy when you're worried." Aurelia crossed her arms and refused to look at him, instead she continued to walk alongside Derek. "What happened to the alphas? And where is that red haired girl?"
Tobias spoke, holding onto his mate's hand while he walked behind his son, making sure he didn't fall. "Elspeth, Erica and Boyd took one on. They were losing, but Scott, Allison and Alistair showed up and helped. They killed her, while Derek basically ripped the blond alpha apart. She was the leader, and after that it was easy to kill them. One of the twins died in the police station and we found the other one a couple miles away, nearing death fast."
"Taylin," Stiles said suddenly. "And Amanda, what happened to them?"
Aurelia answered this one, scowling. "You mean that fox? The little blond pup and her are back at the house, bickering, but it's obvious they have attached to each other. Everyone else is at the house, trying to busy themselves until they find out if you'll live."
Derek's eyes flashed red. "He will live." Stiles smiled fondly at him, burying his head into Derek's stomach. He blacked out again.
Derek burst into the hospital moments later, followed by a reluctant Reuben. Mrs. McCall looked at Derek in surprise as he brought Stiles up to her. "Fix him now," He said, and she nodded, calling for help.
When Stiles woke up, he was in a hospital bed, the sun shining through thin curtains on the windows. His dad was slumped in a seat next to him, sleeping soundly. Stiles sat up, happy that his headache was gone.
His dad woke up when he felt his son move. He looked at Stiles in relief, smiling widely. "You gave me a scare," He said, putting his hand on his cheek. Stiles nodded.
"Consider it payback," He replied, adding a smile to lighten the mood. The sheriff just nodded before standing and walking towards the door. He opened it, and poked his head out.
"He's awake." Stiles was wondering who he was talking to. Scott and Derek maybe? Instead Stiles was greeted with person after person as the whole Hale pack, and the Moores, filed into his room. Derek went straight to one side, Scott to the other, while everyone else fluttered around the room. His father stood next to Scott and he watched Derek closely.
Stiles watched them. They were all silent, which so wasn't cool with Stiles. "First off, can someone buy me curly fries? I feel like I haven't eaten in, like, a million years. And I never did get that coffee I wanted..." Scott burst out laughing, but stopped when Derek growled. "Oh come on Derek, don't be all growly like that."
"Stiles you almost died." It was a simple statement. A sad but true statement. And all Stiles could do was laugh.
"You think some little alpha's could kill me? I'm too awesome, man! They were just some villains in my superhero story, and good always wins!" Derek looked down at him, eyes sad.
"You have a concussion, three broken fingers, a fracture in your collar bone and two broken ribs." Stiles looked at him, blinking.
"And Reuben?" He asked, noticing he was the only one not there.
"A concussion too, and bruised back. The doctors forced him to stay in his room to make sure he didn't have any problems," Derek said, gulping. Stiles sighed, nodding.
"You have to stay here a couple days," His dad added. Stiles frowned, but nodded.
"And get this," Lydia said, looking at Stiles. "Reuben is falling hard for that Amanda girl. I think it's your turn to give him that 'Mates' speech."
Amanda sputtered, looking at her fellow red head. "What?" She asked. Taylin scrunched up her nose.
"Trust me, I'm sure everyone can smell that lust all over you two. It's gross." Amanda glared at her, but did nothing.
Stiles watched Taylin. "Did you guys find Taylin's mom?" The blond looked down, biting onto her lip hard. Stiles looked at her, then at Derek.
He sighed. "Her eyes turned red a couple of hours ago..." He said. Stiles' eyes widened. "Her mom wasn't one of the alphas we killed. She was running through the woods, looking for Taylin, when a hunter shot her." Taylin teared up, looking at her feet. "She gave up her alpha powers-"
"You can do that?" Stiles asked. Derek nodded slowly.
"Only if you ally yourself with a pack. She allied herself to us, and gave up her alpha powers. I told her she should probably go with the Moores, but she insisted being in your pack." Stiles let his eyes fall on the little girl. She was staring right at him, her gaze intense. Her tears filled her big eyes, rolling down her face.
"How are we going to keep her?" Stiles asked, watching her.
The sheriff rolled his eyes. "She's not a puppy, Stiles," He said, sighing. "But I'm adopting her if that's what you mean." Stiles looked over at him, his eyes wide, questioning. "It's not like Derek can. Who would give him a little girl? He lives in a house that's falling apart. Peter is technically dead and the rest of you are too young, so it's up to me."
Stiles reached over the grab his dad's hand. "So you believe me?" He asked. His dad let out a small laugh.
"It's hard not to believe when you have Derek growling out 'fix him' with his eyes flashing red and Scott hiding in a corner." Stiles looked at everyone, his eyes teary.
Stiles was let out of the hospital a week later. Everyone visited often, but Stiles was still bored out of his mind. He actually cried when they released him, saying stuff about finally being able to go home and play video games. Everyone assumed he was still drugged up.
His dad wouldn't let him leave for a couple days after that. But a week and a half after he was kidnapped, Stiles found himself sitting in the middle of a bunch of candles, giggling at Derek.
"Shut up," Derek growled, glaring holes into Stiles' head. Derek was dressed in dark green pants, but, instead of wearing a shirt, he was covered in little, purple flowers. Stiles found it adorable and terrifying. "It's traditional."
Stiles continued to giggle, sucking in big breaths. Derek stood. "Okay, I'm done," He said, peeling off flower petals. Stiles reached up, grabbing his hand.
"Okay. Okay. I'll stop," Stiles promised. Derek frowned, but nodded anyways, and sat back down. Derek reached out, interlocking his fingers with Stiles'. Silence fell over the group as Stiles and Derek stared at each other, the candles burning peacefully in the dimming light. Aurelia spoke a few seconds later, smiling.
The words she said sounded something like "Foosh blins a be grands flop," to Stiles, but the teen assumed they were spelled in a cooler way. He looked at Derek, eyebrow raised.
"What?" He asked. Derek stared at him.
"Basically she's talking about the wolf who created the race of werewolves," Derek explained. Stiles nodded.
"It loses something in translation," Aurelia said. Then she continued. She glared darkly at the pair as she had to stop again so Derek could translate. "Why don't we just do this in English?" She sighed dramatically.
Gwendolyn looked at Aurelia. "That isn't traditional-"
"Well neither is Derek. If he was traditional, all the pack members would know our native tongue, even the humans." Gwendolyn frowned, but nodded anyways. "Okay Stiles, basically do you take Derek to be your dog?" Derek growled at her, and she laughed. "Kidding. Jeez."
Then she broke off into a story, about a lone wolf, who's pack had all died. "He was alone, facing the dangers of the woods on his own, when he saw her," She told, her eyes staring directly at Stiles. "A woman so beautiful, she took his breath away. Her eyes were as blue as the stream that flowed next to her, her hair as silver as the moon." Then she looked around the yard.
"He stalked her for days, waiting, wondering. Will she ever go home? Does she have a mate? Pups? But one day, she saw him. She looked over at him from her perch on the rock, smiling. 'Are you alone?' She asked, her voice music to his ears. 'Me too,' She whispered, holding her hand out to him. He trotted to her, sniffing her, feeling an instant connection with her."
"Over the next couple days, she told him about her life, how her family died, that she was alone in the woods, waiting for someone to find her. Everyday the wolf grew more and more in love with her. Until the night of the full moon. It shined down on them, and he felt an uncontrollable urge to bite her, and so he did. He took some of her humanity, and she took some of his wolf, and together, they created werewolves."
"Over the next couple of years they went around, biting humans and wolves alike, making themselves a pack. Blah, blah, blah, long story short, they died."
Gwendolyn glared at her daughter, who sighed. "Fine. They died together, peacefully in their sleep, leaving behind the race of werewolves."
Reuben was next. As he spoke, he tried his hardest not to look at Amanda, who sat all the way on the other side of the yard. "I've told you this before, Stiles. Mates are sacred. Mates are a representation of unity. Each person pulls strength off of their mate. They fuel each other, and up until now, Derek couldn't even imagine the strength and power you're going to give him." It was amusing, Stiles thought, watching Reuben trying not to stare at Amanda.
"It's different," Alistair said. "For those born with the gift. When they meet their mate they know instantly they are suppose to be with that person forever. Sometimes it's hard to understand what these new feelings are, but your instinct to protect, to touch, to love, is so strong that you realize it soon enough." Stiles looked down, thinking off all the times Derek had saved him, or threw him into walls, pinning him there. He even chose his house to be hidden at!
"For those who aren't born with the power to shift," Elspeth began, then, quickly added, "And those who are bitten, they may find it harder to realize when they've found their mate. Their werewolf instincts can get confused with simple human feelings, but trust me when I say every other werewolf knows when a pack member has found his mate." Reuben was glaring at Elspeth. The teenager kept looking from him to Amanda, smirking at him.
Lavinia was the last to speak. With one hand on her belly, she was looking right at her mate. "Mates are forever, even after death, in your next life, it will be your souls' destiny to find each other again-"
"Hold up," Stiles said, eyes wide. Everyone looked at him, wide eyed too, wondering what he could say. "So Derek and I, were like mates or whatever, is a previous life?"
"Well, Stiles, you didn't have to be mates. It depends on what culture you guys were born to in your previous lives, but you two were together." Stiles grinned from ear to ear.
Then he laughed. Derek growled at him. "Sorry, I'm just trying to imagine Derek as anything but this sour, mean, grouch werewolf with a body like a god that could so rip me apart. With. His. Teeth." Derek blinked at him, not sure if he should be offended or happy. He settled for in between. Then Stiles laughed again. "Okay, now I'm imagining his as a pirate. It's pretty awesome."
Gwendolyn looked amused. Stiles really was good for Derek.
"We need to get a move on," Aurelia said, and Stiles quieted down. "We ask that you two vow yourselves to each other, traditionally this is down in our native tongue, but since Stiles can't speak that-"
"I love you," Stiles said, laying a hand flat on Derek's face. Derek's eyes went wide, he hadn't expected him to say that, but he smiled.
"I love you too," He replied, then leaned forward, connecting their lips.
Aurelia blinked. "Or, that works."
The kiss was infectious. Soon every single couple found themselves kissing, Erica and Boyd, Isaac and Danny, Scott and Allison, Lavinia and Blake, Gwendolyn and Tobias all connected in a blissful kiss. Taylin made a noise, sticking her tongue out.
"Bleh. If there's something I hate more than foxes, it's people kissing." Amanda sighed, looking over at Taylin, then her gaze locked with Reuben's. He smiled a little, then looked away.
A/N: The next chapter will be the epilogue. It will take place six years after this.
