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When Derek's body slammed into that of the Witch's he knew he was evenly matched, not only in speed and strength, but in power as well. He could feel the woman's strength in magic radiating off of her in a jagged series of waves, the scent of magic burning his nose and making the back of his throat flare. They fell to the ground and were constantly twisting their bodies, trying to gain leverage on the other, the Witch having no time to cast any spells or curses and Derek having little chance of his teeth seeking purchase in her skin.
"Wolf maag met 'n walglike kraak!" screamed out the Witch as she unexpectedly thrust her hands out towards the wolf who had managed to twist his body in an odd position, sinking his fangs down into the woman's shoulder, breaking skin and muscle, blood filling his mouth. Derek had little chance to react before a wall of sparking magic slammed into his body, forcing him back through the air until his body landed with a dull 'thud' on the ground, his spine fracturing in a few vertebrae, the bone chipping and cracking. A startled yelp left his muzzle when he hit the ground, taking only a few seconds for his spine to heal and snap back into place, the witch already speaking of her next attack.
"Uit jou loggaam om te myn. Twee lewende siele sal kom. Onaangeraak en ongedeerd. Te hou my eie floreer." the woman began to chant over and over, her mind more focused on what she was saying and preparing that on the wolf that was now on two feet instead of four legs, the shift back being more fluid than the shift to wolf. Derek's eyes now blazing not green or blue, but a deep purple with specks of gold flaring around his pupil, he was barely registering what was happening or what was coming out of his mouth, his body feeling as if it were full of electrical pulses.
"In hierdie name wat bo al die ander. Die naam van die groot dame en my moeder. Ek jag deur saad, blom en vrugte van die bose. Ek dryf op hulle 'n spel van krag en suiwerheid. Of beperk deur kettings, of terug na die duisternis hulle kan nooit dienaars van die gode versteur!" screamed out Derek as his eyes flared a brighter purple, the elctrical pulses in his body surging forward and into that of the Witch. Stiles had just burst through the back door and onto the porch in time to see the Witch disintegrate into a black powder that was blown into the air. The wolf's eyes returned to their normal green as he dropped to his knees and struggled to regain his breathing, his body shaking from hints of exhaustion. He could tell that the Witch wasn't dead, just weaker from the force of what he had done, he brushed his hand over his stomach, feeling the steady and unharmed heartbeats of his pup's.
"What the hell happened?! Are you hurt?! Are the pups okay?!" exclaimed Stiles as he jumped off the porch and all but launched himself at his boyfriend. His hands roamed frantically over the wolf's body in hopes of finding any injuries before resting his hands on his boyfriend's stomach.
"The pups are okay, Stiles. Their hearts are beating just fine. The Witch is gone for now, she's weakened but not dead." managed out Derek as he rose to his feet, using his wolf to regain some of his strength.
"How did you manage to do that and remain unharmed? You didn't get hurt, did you?" asked the teen with wide eyes as he continued to look the wolf over for any outward signs of a wound.
"I don't know what I did or how I did it, but whatever I did I'm glad that it managed to work and get rid of her for a while. I'll ask Deaton the next time I see him in order to get more information on my family's bloodline. She cracked a few vertebrae but they've healed already. I should be fine, Sti." explained the blue eyed Beta as he pressed a kiss to the teen's temple.
"Well you don't look fine, Der. You're pale and your legs are shaking. Tell me the truth, how do you feel?" demanded Stiles as he hauled the wolf in through the door that was being held open by the Sheriff, walking him into the living room before sitting him on the couch beside Melissa.
"I feel a bit weak, mentally and physically, although my skin feels likes it livewired." explained Derek as he shrunk a bit under the stern and firm look of the older woman.
"I thought you were going to stay on the porch." she said to him as she drew herself up to her full height and propped her hands on her hips, the legendary 'Mom-pose' of any woman with children, even if they weren't her's.
"I had to take the chance that had presented itself, if I hadn't, she would have taken the twin's souls by now. I'm not sure exactly what I did or how I did it, but I managed to weaken her. As for my own strength, I'll recover in a few hours, I probably just need to hunt. I can say with full confidence that we won't see the Witch for a while, she'll need to recover for a while as well. That will give us time to regroup and figure out what to do next." explained Derek as the wolf in him rose at the thought and mental image of hunting, his stomaching growling a bit in the demand.
"If you think we're about to let you out on your own, even if it is for something like hunting, you have another thing coming. We cannot risk that and I'm sure both Stiles and Scott will agree with me on that. It doesn't look like Melissa will disagree either." explained John as he walked into the living room with a cloth in his hand for the wolf to use to remove the dirt from his face and arms, handing it to his son instead of giving it to said wolf.
"Not when it comes to our twins, we have two extra lives to look after, now. When we get back to the house, we'll call Deaton and discuss if it's safe to let you out to hunt while you're weakened and to discuss your family's bloodline. Then we'll fill everybody in on what just happened with the Witch." explained Stiles as he started to gently wipe and rub the dirt from Derek's face, no matter how many times the wolf batted his hands away.