28th of Morning Star, Middas
For the past couple days of Derek's absence, Stiles has been around at least one pack member. Talia had returned from her business on the 27th. No new missions were available, not that Stiles was up for it. He was a ball of nervousness awaiting Derek's return. Stiles had even taken to talking to Talia about it, and she cursed Peter because she gave him one job to give Derek the 'talk' and he screws it up. Stiles was now sitting upstairs next to Isaac, leaning into him, taking in the scent of pack. It was about a couple hours from Midday, and Stiles hears the aggressive complaining voice of Cora approaching the steps of Jorrvaskr. If the boy was in wolf form his tail would be wagging. He scrambles out of his chair, almost knocking Isaac down.
Derek is entering the door when he is basically tackled by Stiles, who is embracing him and burying his face in Derek's neck. "Well I guessing someone missed me?" Derek said, wrapping his arms around the boy. The Hale boy then kisses Stiles' lips soft and tender. "I'm guessing you haven't been away from the pack at all? You smell like nothing but pack pup, Isaac didn't let you be alone did he? Good." Derek says, having them head down to Derek's room. He mentions how his room now smells like a pack den, and that it is very calming.
Stiles is procrastinating about asking Derek to talk, trying to make excuses in his brain to put the conversation off. The half Breton knows it has to happen though, Derek deserves to know. He approaches the alpha who is putting some of his stuff away and begins to talk but no words leave his lips. "What is it Stiles? You're getting nervous." Derek says, putting a hand on Stiles' shoulder to help calm him down. Stiles goes and sits on the bed, patting next to him indicating for Derek to join him.
Derek sits down next to him, starting to get a little uneasy because sitting down for a conversation is never a good sign. "So Peter has told me some interesting information the night you left. It is something we BOTH didn't know and well before you freak out I just need to let you know it's okay. You didn't know." Stiles says, his heartbeat increasing. "Spit it out Stiles." Derek says. Stiles starts to breath faster. "It wasn't a pack bite you gave me..It was a mating bite, Peter said he never got a chance to tell you properly about how mating bites went because you had ran away back then." Stiles starts to see the shock in Derek's face.
Inside Derek's head he started freaking out. He blamed himself, it was his fault that Stiles now had another choice taken from him. His stupidity and naiveness now has Stiles bonded to him for life. Derek doesn't think he heard anything after what Stiles had said, he just ran. He ran out of Whiterun into the woods, he shifted and ran. Derek needed to process this on his own, and he couldn't be around Stiles. It would bring nothing but guilt to him, but in hindsight he would curse himself for it because of his inability to say he wasn't leaving him, that he wanted him, but he just couldn't work out the words.
Stiles hadn't been able to catch up to Derek, because he wasn't expecting the boy to run, to leave him. His emotions start to get the best of him and he runs to his pack downstairs, Isaac, and Erica coming to console the boy. "Don't worry hun, He will come around he just needs time. Derek is bad at words and likes to blame himself for things that aren't his fault." Erica says bringing Stiles in a group hug with Isaac. Stiles calms down and just figures Derek needs time.
A couple hours go by and Derek still wasn't back, but that wasn't the only problem. Stiles and the rest of his pack notices something wasn't right. There was a sound of sword tinks upstairs, and it wasn't behind Jorrvaskr, it was in Jorrvaskr. It wasn't allowed to fight inside the building. All worries were confirmed when they heard Talia's alpha voice. 'All Companions get up here and help! No shifting! Silver Hands are infiltrating Jorrvaskr, they know we can't shift in public, half shift if you have to but don't get caught by outside people.' Stiles and the rest of the pack get nervous.
The run up the stairs to find various companions in sword fights with Silver Hands. The pack had grabbed weapons and headed upstairs to aid the rest of the Companions. The room looked trashed with the main table knocked over, and various items broken, on the floor, or misplaced. Stiles and Isaac have each others back. They engage the first person who approached them. Isaac sung his sword at the guy and Stiles let out a refined spark spell that locked the guy's muscles in place, preventing him from moving. Isaac's sword runs through the Silver Hands body killing the bastard.
The battle goes on for a while, body parties getting injured, but only the Silver Hands has taken casualties. After a while the Silver Hand group takes the hint that they were losing the battle and they should retreat, as well as the Whiterun guards started catching onto the commotion in Jorrvaskr. The final Silver Hand was exiting with several wounds, and then he spoke. "We will be back! With more enforcements, we know you can't transform here without breaking cover, so we will destroy you here, right in the sanctity of your own home! We also sent some nice surprises to your conrads that have left your precious hold." The man says before limping away.
Stiles began to fear for Derek's life, if the Silver Hands had followed Derek from the gate earlier he could be in danger. Once Talia has checked everyone to clear that everyone is living, Stiles runs out with not saying anything, more of his wolf taking control. He ran for the gate, but he took a invisibility potion to make sure no one could follow him. He bolted as fast as he could, trying to find a trail of Derek's scent. Stiles found it after a couple minutes and started following it into the woods, the potion wore off and he figured no one else was around so he shifted into his wolf form and went as fast as he could while he was tracking Derek's scent.
The boy got to tracking him for a good hour before reaching a stream, he waded through it and realized on the other side Derek's scent wasn't as strong. It was masked by the water. He tried going a couple directions to see if he could pick up on it again but it was proving futile. Stiles' mind started to wonder to the thoughts of the Silver Hands doing something to Derek like they did to him. It truly scares him to the bone and he starts to panic, but this time he is alone. He doesn't have his alpha or his pack to help him. Maybe I shouldn't have came out here alone. The boy thinks, but he couldn't leave Derek in the Dark. His wolf takes over his panic has triggered an alert response inside of Stiles and he lets out a loud howl. It sounds broken and pained.
Moments later he hears a howl in response. It doesn't sound far off but he doesn't think he can get to him, because he can't move. Thankfully he doesn't have to because a familiar wolf comes to him, nuzzling against him now, calming him. There is probably never a time that Derek his mate will never not calm him down. Once Stiles is calmed, Derek whimpers, licking at Stiles' muzzle. Derek then bites softly at Stiles, trying to get him to follow when Stiles final does. They two stop at a pile of clothes that were clearly Dereks. The boy shifts back and gets his clothes back on. "Stiles I am sorry. I didn't mean to worry you by running off." Derek says while petting the boy. "Let's go get your clothes and we can talk okay?" Derek lets out and follows Stiles who heads towards his clothes.
When Stiles shifts back and puts his clothes back on he immediately goes to Derek and hugs him. "I was so worried and scared they got to you." He says, clutching Derek for dear life. "What do you mean? Who?" Derek says confused. He had just thought that Stiles had just had been worried about Derek leaving him. "The- the Silver Hands came and attacked Jorrvaskr! No one from the Companions was killed but there are some injuries. Then one of those bastards said they had people out hunting Companions on missions, well I freaked and bolted to find you." Stiles says, now embracing Derek, mumbling something about never scaring him like that again.
The two boys return to Jorrvaskr and are met by Talia, who is waiting outside to keep a visual of the area surrounding Jorrvaskr. "Derek, Stiles. I had a talk with the rest of the pack and we have made a fairly big decision. I am going to stay here and look over things, but go talk to Vilkas about what is going on." Talia says. They go in to find Vilkas waiting there. He wastes no time. "We are planning an attack on the Silver Hand headquarters. They have came to our home and attacked us. They plan on coming back and we are at a disadvantage being here, we cannot shift without risking being exposed to the hold. So Mother suggested we all go and wipe them out for good, as in the ones who don't abide by the code. Talia things it would make us no better than them to mindlessly take them all out. After us have healed a good amount we're going to set out." Vilkas says and then walked away.
Isaac and Scott approached them next, Scott looked as if he was still healing from a wolfsbane sword wound. Stiles of course went right into pack mom mode and started a healing spell on his best friend. Isaac just nuzzled into Derek's side. "Derek we were worried about you. You blame yourself too much. Did you think about your actions before you even did went through with them? Did you even stop to ask Stiles how he felt about his bite ending up being a mate bite? No. What you did was run. What if they had hurt us, and you weren't here. That matters more than something you weren't even aware you were doing." Scott says, getting serious relief from Stiles' spell.
A little while later things had worked themselves out. Stiles had a talk with Derek about how he doesn't blame the boy for the mate bite. He told him Peter's explanation. "...And so our wolves were destined from the very beginning." Stiles finishes. Derek just smiles and kisses him. "So don't think I'm stuck with you." He points out. Derek nods and bears his neck to Stiles. "What? Peter said we didn't need to bite each other for a bond to be made. The bond was already sealed when you bit me." Stiles says confused. "I want them to know. I want to have a mark like you. So people know we're destined." Derek says. Stiles chuckles at how cheesy the boy is. He just goes for it and let's his wolf guide him to Derek's neck and sinks his teeth in. "So now were mutually werewolf married, we should probably get ready to leave. I heard Talia talking and apparently the Silver Hands have taken to having headquarters in Hircine's Temple so they could easily prey on wolves trying to honor hircine. We need to kill them. Temples are not places for this type of stuff. If someone took over and started defiling the hall of the dead here I would literally want to kill everyone. My father is laid to rest there and I refuse to let someone disturb him or my mother. So let's go kick some ass Derek." The half Breton says, the rest of his pack walking in laughing at Stiles trying to make a heroic speech. Stiles brought his pack and Stiles' into a large group hug, talking about how they needed to fight smart and that none of them were allowed to die because they hadn't gotten to get super close yet. Stiles threatened them with death if they died, which made them laugh. The Silver Hands were in for a rude awakening. The Companions don't take invading their home lightly, nor does a god like their temple defiled.
