AN: Here we go! Chapter 10! Unfortunately I have been insanely busy with medical school applications and sitting exams. Fortunately, I got a wonderful message from one of you that inspired me to buckle down and finish the already started chapter. Without further ado, chapter 10!

Chapter 10

There was a distinctly awkward silence in the animal clinic. Stiles sat over the examination table, his feet dangling restlessly over the edge. Whiskey brown eyes darted from the ground to the now dressed Derek.

The man wore grey sweatpants and a dark navy hoody. His arms crossed over his wide chest and his face set in its trademark scowl. Steely green eyes settled on him, making Stiles the recipient of a rather intimidating expression.

Stiles cleared his throat and ducked his head forward, reaching up to run his numb fingers through his short-cropped hair. Well this is awkward. I mean sure, so maybe Stiles creeping towards the animal clinic late at night without any warning what so ever was suspicious. Well, arguably rather than suspicious this was on a whole new level of stupid. Certainly tips the scale in comparison to the other stupid Stiles did. But still. He had a legitimate reason! Besides! They should tell people about having secret shifting training sessions! Put a sign up or something…

Stiles was brought out of his musing when the door clicked open and the local vet and resident druid walked in. His expression was heavily guarded and his eyes shaded with something akin to exhaustion. Stiles was being optimistic, if he were to be completely honest, he'd have admitted that the expression was definitely tilted more towards the irritated side of things.

Stiles stood firm in the belief that he wasn't in the wrong. It was probably this very train of thought that started everything. He hadn't really considered until that precise moment that this was probably one of the strangest predicaments he's ever experienced.

There he was, Stiles Stilinski, token human extraordinaire sitting in what looked like a ravaged room in the middle of the night, being glared at by an alpha werewolf that could have easily fallen out of a GQ magazine. Not to mention said wolf was prone to inflicting bodily harm on his poor delicate human body and let's not forget his habit of compulsively eluding to rip Stiles' throat out. With his teeth.

There was also the look in the resident druid's gaze. The wise man was eyeing him as though he were an idiot, an idiot that surpassed most idiotic idiots. A lord amongst regular idiots.

If anyone last week had sat Stiles down and told him that he wasn't human, seemed to cause all werewolves to become raging hormonal douchebags and that he'd come a mere few feet away from Derek's naked package, he would have likely laughed so hard he doubled over and gave himself an aneurism.

And promptly been carted off to Eichen house and checked in for permanent residency.

Stiles exhaled deeply, his shoulders slumping as his thoughts grew rampant and he found the need to mentally scold himself to keep him grounded in preparation for the awkward conversation that was sure to come.

He didn't have to wait long before the silence was broken. His eyes darted up towards the vet's briefly before the ground seemed to have grown increasingly interesting.

"Mr. Stilinski… I don't believe I was expecting you."

Stiles swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as his mind raced a million miles an hour to come up with an appropriate response.

"Uh…" There was a brief pause as his eyes flickered over to Derek. Lying wasn't an option, so he had to warp the truth into a partially honest version. "I came looking for answers."

The druid's gaze settled on him. The druid placed his hand on the counter, running his finger over the surface and rubbing the mountain ash between his thumb and index finger.

"And what answers do you presume I have?"

"Well…" He averted his eyes, watching Derek's stoic and unchanging expression. "You see…" He felt his palms go moist and he tugged at his collar. His eyes lit up with an idea.

"Private… Matters…" He said this slowly, being careful to pronounce the words clearly as his eyes focused on the alpha.

Stiles' knew that provoking the wolf was probably not the best idea in the world. However, if there was one thing he was certain of, it was the wolf's temper. Scott told him that Derek's anchor was anger.

Stiles shifted slightly, he'd just have to chance body harm against keeping his newly found powers secret.

Derek's scowl seemed to deepen and his fangs seemed to grow as he let out a rumbling growl. Stiles huffed, crossing his arms and turning his nose up at the wolf.

"Private, sourworlf. Private."

Stiles chanced a glance at the man only to see his claws extending and his fingers flex back and forth.

"I am the alpha!" He roared and Stiles flinched slightly, his eyes squinting as he leveled Derek with a glance. How should he approach this? He wondered before he shrugged lightly. Sarcasm was the answer to all things Stiles.

"Really Derek? I didn't know. It's not like I was there when you slit Peter's throat…. And I definitely haven't seen those red glowing eyes, let's not forget your constant reminders and your rather terrifying display of werewolf shifting. Oh and by the way, you should have taken some clot-" His voice came out dryer than usual but that was all it took. Derek was on him in instant. Holding his body off the ground with a firm grip around his neck.

Stiles gasped, his hands wrapping around Derek's wrist to pull himself up and alleviate the pressure the wolf put on his neck. He coughed and squeezed his eyes shut. His pulse raced and he stilled, waiting patiently for the blow that was bound to come.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Stiles." The druid's voice rang through the pounding of his heart in his ears. "It's not wise to challenge an alpha during their first full shift."

The druid moved around the counter, slowly making his way over to the two. "They're impulsive, the inner wolf holding more sway… Making them primal and increasingly dangerous."

Stiles gave a light nod, his eyes prickled as the pressure on his throat restricted his ability to breath. Agonizing seconds ticked on before Stiles was unceremoniously tossed down.

The teen wheezed, rubbing his throat as he gulped for air. His eyes were wide with alarm. He glanced up at Derek and scrambled back to put the examination table between himself and the angry wolf. Not that it would do much, if the wolf really did want to get to him. But with all the supernatural madness, he'd gotten accustomed to seeking comfort from the little things. Regardless of how meaningless they were in the given situations.

A low guttural growl reverberated from the alpha's chest before his words cut through him.

"What were you doing here Stiles?"

Stiles struggled to reign in his emotions as his whiskey brown eyes rose to meet Derek's green. He was afraid. Derek had always instilled a manner of fear in him. The teen leaned back, inching away. His hands clenched into fists as rage pooled in his stomach, intertwining and struggling against the fear that had taken hold of him.

"I want to know why Peter, Scott, Jackson and Isaac attacked me." He said calmly as Derek's brow shot up but his expression remained guarded.

He turned to face Deaton.

"I want to know why they seemed to think they're entitled to treat me as they see fit." His eyes hardened as he focused on Derek.

"I am not something you wolves possess. I am not a token or your pack's omega. Hell! I am not even in your pack."

Stiles inhaled deeply, gaining in confidence as his anger took over.

"I am Stiles Stilinksi, son of Claudia and I posses the spark."

AN: There we have it! This chapter wasn't all that interesting but it set the platform from which I'll continue the series. Thank you all for sticking with this and I hope to see some comments and reviews. Many thanks!