I do not own the characters of Teen Wolf. I only own this idea. Reviews are appreciated. I love to know what you think. I apologize if this chapter is short or something seems off, there was a family passing and I'm a little too upset to focus clearly. I apologize.
Stiles hung up his phone and slid it back into his back pocket, sighing softly as he sat back down on the couch. He could feel three sets of eyes on him as he bit the corner of his bottom lip, his leg bouncing up and down, an old anxious habit of his. Derek's hand came down on his shoulder to catch his attention, his green eyes full of confusion and curiosity at once, giving the smaller teen's shoulder a gentle and firm squeeze. John and Melissa's eyes were trained on the pair, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern.
"Stiles?" asked Derek as he tried to prompt his boyfriend and mate to start talking, able to feel his distress through the mate bond. His eyes narrowing at the younger teen, wanting desperately for him to start talking, to say what had been said to him over the phone. The wolf let out a very soft but shrill whine, knowing very well that it would catch his mate's attention and spur him to talk.
"The Pack and Chris ran into the Witch, she's injured now and very angry. Scott figured out why exactly that Witch is after you, and it's not just because you're a rare blood wolf. She, um, she wants the twins. They're the reason she's after you, her sole intent is to have the twins. We don't know exactly for what reason, but she wants the twins." explained Stiles as he looked down at the floor, before looking towards the wolf with worry, fear, and hint of protective anger in his usually excited whiskey brown eyes. Derek's arm subconsciously came down around his abdomen, his lips curling back in a silent snarl. Derek made the move to speak but didn't have much of a chance to get the words out of his mouth before John caught their attention by bringing his glass down onto the table, making it click sharply.
"Hold it. Hold it. Bring this conversation back just a little bit, if you don't mind. Witch? As in, casting spells and potions and curses and everything? They actually exist? Then again, why am I not surprised? Werewolves and banshees and a kanima, why not add in a witch?" asked John with a hint of humor in his voice, trying to cover up the initial shock that he was feeling. Melissa walked behind him and placed a hand gently down on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze to keep him calm.
"Do we know why the Witch wants the Twins yet? Or what she's willing to do to get them?" asked Melissa with firmness in her voice, overlapped with a general protectiveness. Her brown eyes were narrowed as she looked from wolf to teen, eyebrows raised as if she were waiting for an answer from one of them. Stiles merely shrugged his shoulders at her and looked towards Derek, who he knew had more information about Witches than he did, knowing as much as he did about the Beastiary. Derek cleared his throat before he decided to speak, his arm never leaving its position curled around his abdomen.
"Witches generally want power of any kind that they can get, it doesn't matter how they get it or from who they get it. They generally come after the weak and defenseless first, before moving onto the more powerful beings. Souls are where the power comes from; it's what fuels your being. Not your heart and not your mind, your soul. If the souls are smaller, untouched, undamaged, unharmed, not touched by impurities, they hold the most power. I'll do whatever I can in my power to make sure that she never gets near the twins, I will do whatever it takes." explained Derek as his eyes started to blaze their unnatural bright blue, no hints of green in them at all. Stiles' eyes widened a hint at the protectiveness and firmness in his boyfriend's voice, knowing very well that what he had said was true, that Derek would do whatever he could to make sure the twins were safe and well.
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"Come to me, little wolf. I know you can hear me. Come to me, my little wolf." cooed the voice that seemed to be only heard by Derek as his spine went rigid in his position on the floor, his head resting back against Stiles' leg. He felt the teen's hand come down on his shoulder; his brown eyes narrowed a hint in confusion. The wolf gave the teen's calf a squeeze before he rose to his feet and headed towards the back door, using one hand to signal for the others to stay where they were at.
"Derek? What is it? What do you hear? Hell, what do you see? What are your wolfy senses picking umph-." managed out Stiles before John's hand came down over his mouth to silence him, his eyes clouded over with worry as he saw the wolf drawing his lips back over newly shifted fangs, eyes a now permanent icy blue.
"She's here, the Witch is here. She's watching us. She hasn't stepped close enough into view to be seen, but she's out there. I can hear her, she's close to the house." replied Derek as he rose from his position on the floor, his eyes blazing their icy blue. Stiles grabbed his arm in attempt to pull him down onto the couch, his eyes narrowing as the wolf shook his head.
"What does she want, Derek? Can you figure out where she is around here, just how close she is?" asked Melissa as she looked towards him with worry in her eyes. It was being shown just how much she cared by the look in her eyes, as if he were a second son to her.
"She wants me to come to her, but this time, it doesn't feel as threatening as before. I don't think she's going to hurt me this time, or the twins. I think the first time was basically just a warning. Stay inside the house, I'm just going out onto the porch. I won't leave the property." promised the blue eyes Beta as he bent down to press a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, feeling the hand gripping his give an even tighter squeeze. He rested their foreheads together for a brief second before he released the teen's hand, walking into the kitchen and through the back door, letting it silently clasp closed behind him. He let his eyes bleed from green to blue, using them to scan the path of the witch in order to locate her among the trees at the back of the property.
"Ah, there's my little wolf." cooed the witch as she emerged from the treeline, her red hair being blown back by the light wind that was coasting around. Her eyes scanned over his body from top to bottom, analyzing and sizing him up. His spine went rigid as he closed his hands down around the railing of the porch, leaning his weight forward, shoulders drawn up to keep himself looking intimidating.
"You have a lot of nerve to follow me here, to my mate's house. His family's house." ground out Derek as his eyes blazed a hint brighter, showing that his anger was beginning to peak, his wolf starting to rise a bit further.
"I had my little souls to check up on, you silly wolf. That deranged hunter may have clipped me with a crossed bullet, but it did nothing of very much to take me down, he came with only one bullet. Not a smart choice for an experienced hunter. Tell me, wolf, how are my two little souls?" asked the witch as she drew closer to the porch, his long nails resting on her forearms, red hair being blown back by the breeze.
Derek didn't hesitate to let his wolf rise and gain full control as his eyes bled to a bright blue, he launched himself off of the porch, his wolf rising straight to the surface, his clothes shredding in the process. He landed on all four paws, his black and russet fur bristled, and his shackles raised high in defense. A growl started to build in his throat as his ears laid flat against his skull, his lips curling back over his unnaturally long fangs. The blue eyed Beta was much larger than any natural wolf and it showed when he rose to his full height, his head almost coming to level with her shoulders. He dug his claws into the ground to give himself leverage as he reared himself back, lunging forward at the witch with little hesitation.
