So this chapter has a lot of intense news. It sets up multiple issues that the pack will be facing in the future. We learn more about Bridgette as he grows closer to Sile and Derek. Please review, it means a lot, i loe to know what you guys are thinking.


It had been two weeks since Bridgette arrived in town.

Isaac had been spending a lot of his time with Scott lately; he had been talking to Deaton about getting a job at the clinic. Deaton finally agreed and Isaac began work that day.

"Stiles showed up at the house this morning before I left. It's been a while since they started researching" Isaac turned his gaze towards Scott as they finished working with the dogs in the back, while Deaton was talking to a couple with their child who brought their new puppy in for its shots. "What do you think they might find?"

"Who knows, with the way things have been going, it could be anything. I'm just afraid of what that might be." Scott looked down as he and Isaac wiped off the counter.

"I don't think Derek wants Stiles to be involved. You saw his reaction when Bridgette assumed he was pack, didn't you?" Isaac raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I saw. He has never really like Stiles much. I was surprised he even wanted to save him. But it's okay because Stiles doesn't like him either. I don't think anyone really likes Derek though. He's not the easiest person to get along with." Scott tossed the towel he had been using aside, and slapped his hands down on the counter sinking into his shoulders, relaxing his body.

"Bridgette, she's almost like a female version of Derek sometimes, you would look at her and swear she were fearless, just like Derek acts. But at night you can hear her, and she doesn't sleep. She just reads her leather book, sometimes out loud. Derek does the same thing sometimes." Scott and Isaac were looking directly at each other. "She smiles a lot more than Derek though. Are all natural werewolves like that though? I don't think Derek was always the way he is, I feel like it's just something that happens when you lose everything. Maybe I'll become that way soon, since I don't have anything." Isaac had turned his face downward, rubbing is lip.

"Isaac, you aren't like them. Okay, you aren't alone. You know that we all have each other now. Like Derek said; we're brothers now."

"Right. Brothers. Even Stiles?" Isaac looked at Scott form the side.

"I don't know. He's my best friend, and all he seems to do it get hurt."

"But what about all the times he's saved us? Scott, out of everyone I know, he has the most heart. He doesn't care what you do to him, he just doesn't want to see anyone get hurt. He's even saved Derek."

"Yeah, the night when Stiles got hurt, I remember asking Derek why he was so eager to save Stiles, I mean they hate each other right? He just said he felt a debt to him, and that I shouldn't be so surprised that he could actually care.
"Is that what you think it is?" Isaac lifted his head up. "Do you think he might secretly care?"

"I don't know anymore. I'm worried about Peter though right now."

Stiles had not spent much time asking personal questions with Bridgette, but she was intriguing to him because she always seemed to be open and relaxed with him, something he was not with ther. He didn't know how to talk to her, but he didn't really know how to talk to anybody. It was pleasing to him that Derek generally made himself scarce when Stiles was over, that way he could avoid feeling sexually inferior to him in front of Bridgette, whom he was also sexually inferior to.

He was sitting at the shabby table, still not completely certain if it was sturdy enough for him to lean on when Bridgette turned to him with an inquisitive look on her face.

"Stiles?" Bridgette caught Stiles off guard.

"Huh, what?" Stiles jumped.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I heard you were injured in the occurrences the other day."

"Oh, yeah. I just got the stitches out from the surgery, yesterday." Stiles leaned back in his chair, trying to speak with his hands without overdoing it.

"You know, I have a scar from not too long ago, only about a year. I got it form an Argent. Kate. She hated me."

"I didn't know that werewolves cold get scars." Stile said.

"Sometimes we can, it's unusual, but it happens. I got mine from a burn, actually. I can show you, if you want to see. I really don't mind. But I figure, you would be more willing to show me yours if I showed you mine." She walked over to the table and set the book down.

"Umm, I," Stiles mind was in the gutter on that one, "I uh, yeah. Yeah, that's fine." Stiles clasped his hands and set them in his lap.

"Don't freak out, because it is a little bit shocking." Bridgette turned her back to Stiles and lifted her shirt as far as she could up, revealing her bra clasp and shoulder blades. Stiles tried not to be nervous, until he saw the jagged scars along her back.

"I thought you said it was a burn." Stiles face contorted. "Is that…"

"The symbol for Omega, yeah. And it is a burn." Bridgette pulled her shirt down and turned to face Stiles. It was the last night I saw any of my family alive. Kate Argent had captured me and was torturing me when she decided she wanted to test out something on me. So she took out a knife and I was tied up. She cut into my back; she cut the shape into my back with a hot poker from a fire place. I can't heal from burns, only an Alpha can."

"How did you get away?"

"My father, he saved me. But um, he didn't make it. No one did… So what about your scar Stiles? You aren't going to show me?"

"Um, it's not really that big of a deal, it's still healing." Stiles waved his hand. Bridgette gave him a look that was slightly hurt. "Fine." Stiles stood up and lifted his shirt just enough so that she could see all the stitches that were still in his stomach. His skin was almost flawless except for the marks left by the stitches. His skin wasn't red, or swollen, and it didn't look infected.

"It's you. You're the one." Stiles wrinkled his brows and Bridgette smiled. "Stiles remember how I said that there was a god being punished and that was why this happened the first time? You're the god, or whatever that the story was talking about. Derek! Derek come here."

"What the hell do you mean I'm the one, I'm just a kid? And if I'm the cause of this, why would you be calling Derek in here? How do you even know?" Stiles moved quickly pressing himself against the wall moving the chair in front of him for futile safety purposes. Derek walked into the room, his brooding face already intact.

"Derek, it's Stiles, he's the one that is being targeted." Bridgette said.

"I thought you were on my side! I guess that's what I get for trusting a freaking vixen werewolf." Stiles snapped because Bridgette seemed way to excited about all of this.

"How do you know?" Derek turned to her, clenching his fists and grinding his jaw.

"It was his wound. According to the Kanima's legend any human would die after the attack Stiles faced. If a normal human had sustained an injury that severe form the Kanima his flesh would have rotted away already and he would be dying. I saw his wound and it is healing just like a normal injury. Stiles, I know it doesn't seem like it, but this is good. We have almost all the pieces of the puzzle. We know that there are multiple other deity like creatures here that are doing this to you. If we find them and we kill them this will all end, because if we don't it only gets worse." Bridgette looked directly at Stiles.

"You are dead right now. I'm not a god, I don't even believe in that stuff."

"Did you believe in werewolves?" Stiles face fell when he saw the knowing look in Bridgette's eyes.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." He held his hand to his stomach. "Yeah I'm definitely gonna be sick."

"Bridgette, you're sure about this?" Derek asked.

"Positive, I checked and double checked and it can only be Stiles. The good thing is Stiles is the most protection we could possibly ask for. That's why he's always saving everyone." Derek gave Bridgette a quizzical look, he hadn't told her about any of the times Stiles had saved anyone. "I've been making friends with your pack. They have a lot to say." Derek's head snapped around over his shoulder.

"Stiles, you need to go home. Go now, I can feel Peter, he's coming, and if you are here when he gets here, it won't be good for you, god or not."

"Okay. I'm going. I'm going right now." Stiles stood up.

"Just be careful. Don't worry Stiles; it's going to be okay. It's not nearly as big of a deal now that we know it's you. At least we can keep a close eye on you. But we need to find out who is doing this. We have to find out soon, before another Argent shows up, because we can't handle everything at once."

"You go too. Go with him and make sure he gets home fine. He doesn't look good. Take him to Scott, and Scott will take him home. Isaac should be with Scott, tell him to go to his home tonight and not to bother coming here afterwards, Boyd and Erica too. Then I want you to go somewhere else for the night."

"I have nowhere else to go." Bridgette challenged.

"I said go." Derek snapped back.

"You're not my alpha yet. I'll be back, tonight." Bridgette walked out of the door with Stiles and they drove to the Vet Clinic. And filled Isaac, Scott and Deaton in on what they learned.

Ten minutes after Stiles and Bridgette left Peter showed up.

"So, Derek, have you considered my request?" Peter asked in his overly confident way.

"No." Derek's face was in a human snarl.

"No you haven't considered it or no, you aren't letting me into the pack?"

"No." Derek said again.

"You know, you should try to broaden your vocabulary a little bit. A pretty face isn't enough to keep you alive in this world. But I hear you have gotten yourself into an eve stickier situation now, one that I seem to be part of, twice actually. I think that's impressive.

"You're always impressed with yourself; try not to take it to heart."

"Speaking of hearts, how did it feel to rip out Jackson's? It didn't really work out the way you planned did it? It worked quite beautifully for me though, when I tried it." Peter was just taunting.

"Where have you been?"

"Canada, there are some interesting people in Canada, you might be surprised."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Derek narrowed his eyes.

"It doesn't mean anything." Bridgette walked into the house and directed her glare at Peter.

"Oh, you're Bridgette I take it? Well, you turned out much more beautiful than I thought you would. Bravo, didn't I see you in a movie recently? I thought you were some sort of nurse. Or maybe it was a… maid?"

"Fuck you." Bridgette spat.

"I wouldn't be the first would I?"

"You aren't welcome here." Derek growled
"Last time I checked it was my house too." Peter was obnoxiously composed.

"You died."

"Correction you killed me." Peter pointed at Derek.

"Leave." Bridgette jumped in.

"You don't have a place in this conversation; you being here lowers the quality of air." Peter rolled his eyes at her.

Before Derek or Peter knew what was going on Bridgette's eyes had begun to glow blue and she jumped at Peter in her wolfs form. He transformed quickly but was not successful in fighting back because of his lack of strength. It was only after a few seconds that Peter disappeared. Bridgette walked up the steps to the house where Derek stood.

Her shirt was torn in various places and her ribs but she was only cut in one place. Her ribs had been sliced in the fight and she was wiping away the blood. Derek noticed that it hadn't stopped bleeding yet as she walked past him and up towards the bed she had set up for herself in one of the partially intact rooms still left.

Derek followed her. He leaned against the doorway as she looked through her bags for a different shirt.

"You aren't healing."

"I'm healing."

"You aren't healing YET."

"I'll start soon." Bridgette turned around to see Derek less than a foot from her. He grabbed her shoulder and shoved her into the wall he slipped his hand along her waist, gripping one of the torn pieces of her shirt and ripping the piece off. He could see another scar on the side in the middle of two of her lower ribs. She gritted her teeth and tried to push him off of her but he pushed back.

"There's a reason your healing process has slowed. You're scar on your back shouldn't be as bad as it is even for a burn. Why aren't you healing right?" Derek turned Bridgette's face towards him.

"It's wolfs bane, okay. It was that same night. Kate was feeling very torturous and she took a knife and cut deep into my ribs, it was gaping, that scar isn't even bad. Once she cut me she stuck the wolfs bane on the outside of it, and then she used the blade of her knife to push it inside my body. I've tried getting it out but it only goes deeper. I can't get it out."

"Did you ask Deaton?" Derek's brows furrowed.

"It was the first thing I asked Deaton. He can't do anything." Bridgette looked Derek directly in the eye. "But I already knew that."

"You could die."

"I will die. If and John doesn't then this will. Either way I don't' have much time. I don't want to die running, I want to die fighting."

"Why are you so eager to die? Why are you so eager to die fighting?"

"Because it's what we do, Derek, we go down swinging."

"We can save you."

"No, no one can save me. After that night I knew it would come down to this. I'm going to fight as long as I can fight. I don't know how long that will be, but I won't stop until I'm dead. But I can't win a fight against death. We fight it as long as we can, but we only survive to die? I just don't get the point of fighting something I can't beat. The Argents. John, that's a fight I can win." Bridgette glared at Derek. "And I can protect Stiles. Out of everyone here, I want him to be okay the most." Funny how he felt the same way.

Derek couldn't handle it anymore and he pushed Bridgette roughly into the wall, pressing his lips to hers forcefully. His hands weren't even searching for a hem, he was just ripping away at the fabric that was still remaining of her shirt. She pulled his shirt off of him and let herself groan when he nipped at her collar bone. She grated her nails across his back as he sent shivers up her spine unclasping her bra.

He had been avoiding this moment since he first met her and now he couldn't stop it. Maybe it was because he knew she could understand his pain. Maybe it helped that she was gorgeous. He didn't care, all he could think about was removing the next piece of her clothing and burring himself in her. Which he did a fantastic job of.


So, Derek bangs Bridgette, but the sad thing is, it was just a impulse thing and it didn't mean much. Or did it? Or aybe there is something or someone else out tere that means more to both of them. Keep reading to find out. It's gonna get crazy! Please read and review, follow and favorite! Thank you!