Aaaaaaand another update yet again ?

I won't be able to update tomorrow. On Tuesday maybe ?


9.

"Again!" Peter blurted out as he threw Stiles across the ground.

The teen groaned in pain as he took a knee and breathed on heavily.

"You can do this, buddy!" He heard Scott say in the background.

Stiles stood up out of breath.

Derek stood where Stiles could see him and he smirked at the teen, "Go hard baby!" He exclaimed and Stiles charged at Peter once more, almost knocking him off his feet.

"Nice bedroom talk, Derek!" He heard Jackson say as he got a death glare from Derek, which the young Whittemore later regretted by doing laps around the preserve.

Huffing out his almost last breath, he charged again and this time they flew, no seriously, they flew across the yard driving Peter into a tree.

"Mothafuck!" Peter hissed under his breath as he clutched his stomach in pain.

Scott and Isaac cheered while the girls squealed in delight.

Stiles stood groggily but fell on his butt. He was exhausted. Steam was coming out of his body and his hands were glowing faintly.

"Wow! Dude, that was amazing!" Scott said in awe as he sat beside his best friend.

Derek was beside him before he could say his name. He smiled at him, he was proud of him.

"You did great, Stiles." Derek said as he took his boyfriend into his arms and carried him into the house.


Somewhere, Deaton casually parked his car in front of an old man's pub. He scanned the area for threats and went on when he found nothing out of the ordinary.

When he entered the pub, he was greeted by a ball of fire aimed straight at him which he dodged quite easily.

"Now, is that any way to greet a paying customer, Gwen?" Deaton asked, fixing his jacket as he walked towards the bar.

A woman was calmly standing behind it, she had long brown hair with curls at the end, pale skin and brown eyes that faintly glowed orange.

"Or should I say Gwrtheyrn?" He added.

She chuckled and said, "You should know that I don't use that name anymore. It's Gwen now. I'm not the 'King' or... Queen of anything for that matter."

She placed the glass down and faced Deaton, her eyes glowing from orange to blue. "What will happen will depend entirely on what you'll say, Alan. So, make it fast before I lose my temper." She added, a cold breeze coming from her making Deaton shiver a bit.

"Gwencalon needs you. His Spark is awakening." Deaton said.

Gwen's eyes turned to normal. Her eyes wide in shock as she gasped, "Mother said he was human, Alan. Don't play with me." She spoke, her hands dropping to her side.

"Gwen, he has found his soul mate. He needs you now." He said.


Stiles sat in his usual seat, right beside Derek, tucked in his arms. His head head on his shoulder.

"You were great today." Derek said, his fingers forming patterns on the teen's arm.

Stiles purred... Purr like a cat. He's enjoying the attention. The nightmares were slowly fading away ever since they were bonded.

"Are the kids asleep?" He muttered.

"Erica says not yet. Scott said that we should wait for them to fall asleep before having sex." Derek murmured to Stiles' ear as he tried positioning himself so that he was nuzzling Stiles' neck.

"Hmm... I don't care." Stiles said as he kissed Derek's forehead.


Somewhere outside the preserve, a new darkness is brewing. Something evil that cannot be fathomed.

"Death will come to all."