So how did everyone like the curveball? Well prepare your shorts because all hell is going to break loose, so pay attention. Again, thank you to everyone who has stuck with me through this story and who have also submitted comments and reviews. Please keep them coming! I LOVE reading the feedback! Now, enjoy chapter eleven!

Derek began growing impatient. He had been sitting in Stiles room for almost two hours now, and Stiles still hadn't come home. What the hell is taking him so long? Derek paced the room for the thousandth time. It's not even that far of a drive! Maybe he is hanging out with Scott… Then Derek remembered that the two were fighting. Maybe they are still talking things through? Derek growled again, and looked at the alarm clock on Stiles' desk.

4:50pm.

Maybe he decided he didn't want to talk, and is just taking his sweet ass time. Derek growled at himself. I knew it. There was no way in hell a miracle like last night would be real. There was no way it could actually last. Not with someone as perfect as Stiles.

Derek sighed and sat on the boy's bed, which was saturated with Stiles' intoxicating scent. The memory of holding Stiles through the night played through his memory. Why would he kiss me back if he didn't want me? Derek thought, and is brow furrowed. I honestly felt something there…maybe Stiles just needs some time to think things through. Yeah, that must be it. Derek could do this all night. His mind bounced from one outcome to the next.

Well, he probably won't be home for a while… should probably get back to the house. Derek was a bit surprised to find himself upset at the thought of being stood up. After quickly dismissing the irrational emotion, Derek jumped out the window, heading for home.

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"Message delivered." Erika scoffed. "Though I don't know why a second one was needed. I thought you already gave Derek the first one." She flipped her blond curls over her shoulder.

"Erika, Erika, Erika." The man in front of her chuckled. "The first message was obviously not taken seriously, and it seems as though Derek and his pack won't be surrendering willingly."

"Then why go after Stiles?" Erika retorted. "It's not like he is any threat. He's completely innocent. It's the others you need to worry about."

"Erika, don't argue." Boyd grabbed her shoulder.

"Fuck off, Boyd! I didn't sign up for this." She shook him off.

"Oh but Erika, you really did." A woman's voice dripped venomously. She was lithe and well-toned. Her flawless figure clad in leather pants and a jacket that matched perfectly with her ebony hair. Her red eyes were like daggers.

"Didn't we allow you two to keep your lives in exchange for your cooperation?" The man chuckled again. "Unless of course, you'd like to 'renegotiate' the terms of our agreement."

Erika growled, stepping closer to Boyd's solid figure.

"I figured as much." The woman cooed, her eyes glistening dangerously. "Now, I do believe you have one other task to accomplish."

"Won't he know something is up?" Erika challenged again. "Boyd and I literally left him hanging. Derek's not likely going to take us back without at least a little bit of suspicion."

The woman laughed. "Derek's a new alpha from what we gather. He's inexperienced, and if what you told us is true, he only has two other betas. As far as you two are concerned, you are necessities to his survival—especially after he gets our second message. Your change of heart is likely to be the last thing on his mind."

"Fine." Erika spat through gritted teeth.

"That's a good girl." The man whistled. "We expect to hear from you by sunrise."

With that, Erika and Boyd stalked out of the clearing in the woods; heading in the direction of Derek's burnt out house.

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Derek stepped up the stairs of his house. His mind was still brooding over the fact that Stiles had failed to come home. Derek desperately wanted to make his feelings known to the boy. Derek desperately wanted to show Stiles how perfect he was in his eyes. But above all, Derek desperately wanted to kiss those beautiful lips again, and hold the beautiful boy in his arms again.

Derek sighed, and he grabbed hold of the door knob, preparing to enter the shell of his house. His eyes paused on the triangular symbol etched into the wood of the door—the lycan calling card. When he had first shown the symbol to Isaac, he had feared what was in store for the near future. Nothing, to Derek's relief, had happened—life had simply carried on, leaving the symbol to hold no meaning.

This had secretly worried Derek. If the alpha pack hadn't come yet, when would they? What would they do? What would they want? There had been no other warnings or signs besides the one in front of him. Maybe the pack had decided that Beacon Hills wasn't worth their troubles.

Derek turned the doorknob, and prepared to step over the threshold.

"Derek!"

He hadn't heard that voice in weeks… and he turned to see Erika and Boyd sprinting towards his house.

"Erika, Boyd, what the hell are you doing back here?" Derek growled.

The pair came to a halt in front of the porch. "We couldn't find another pack to take us. We had nowhere to go, no money, no food…" Boyd huffed out.

"So you just want me to take you back." Derek retorted, angry at the pair's inconsiderate behavior. "What did I tell you?"

"We know… We're sorry." It was Erika who spoke now. "But Derek… there's a problem."

"You two finally hit puberty."

Erika growled, but then composed herself. "On our way here, we saw Stiles' jeep on the side of the road."

Derek's eyes bulged, and his eyes flashed red. "Where."

"About five miles from here, on the back road coming from the high school. But that's not all…" Erika stepped closer. "Stiles wasn't anywhere near the jeep, we didn't see him anywhere."

Derek growled, and completely gave in to his inner wolf. "Get to the train depot. Isaac and Pete will be there. I'm going to look for Stiles."

"We'll come with you." Boyd volunteered.

"No. Go explain to Pete. They'll be glad to know you're back." With that, Derek leapt from the porch, sprinting into the woods, Stiles the only thing inhabiting his mind.

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Stiles' eyes blinked open, the sound of crickets and other forest insects echoed all around him. The sun was setting, a golden light seeping through the trees. Where am I? He remembered driving home, then his tire blowing out, and then…blank He sat up, immediately regretting the decision as blood drained from his head, leaving his right temple throbbing in agony. God…. What the fuck happened?

Stiles slowly looked around, waiting for the pain in his head to dull. Trees surrounded him, and the neither the road nor his jeep were anywhere in sight. He shivered as a gust of wind swept through the trees. The temperature had cooled significantly for the late spring season. Well this is just fucking awesome. Stiles thought. Here I am, alone in the woods with werewolves running rampant, and I have no idea where the hell I am. Stiles was also getting a massive headache.

At that moment, something echoed through the trees. Stiles strained his ears, trying to make out what the sound was.

"Stiles!" Derek's voiced called, getting closer.

Derek… His heart soared. Oh thank god!

"Stiles!" Derek called again.

"Derek! I'm over here!" Stiles replied meekly, knowing Derek could hear him.

Moments passed, and Derek came sprinting into view. "Stiles! Thank god! What the hell did you think you were doing!?"

Stiles found himself in Derek's vice-like embrace, his face being pressed into Derek's shoulder. "Ow…" Stiles whimpered as the pressure triggered spasms of pain to his throbbing head.

Derek released him immediately, his red eyes searching for the cause of Stiles' pain. He growled as his eyes settled on Stiles now blackening eye. "What. The fuck. Happened to you…" Derek was seething.

"I don't know! One minute, I was looking at my flat tire, and then I just woke up. I thought you would know!"

"How the hell would I know?! I was waiting for you in your room!" Derek raged.

"Oh. Right." Stiles looked down. "Sorry."

"Stiles, don't you dare a-fucking-pologize. Who did this."

"I wish I could tell you. I don't remember anything after looking at my flat tire." Stiles murmured. "What time is it?"

"Just after eight o'clock." Derek replied, beginning to calm down.

"Ah." Then Stiles chuckled. "I guess I could have looked at my cell ph—" He patted his pockets. "Fuck, my phone is gone!"

Derek chuckled and reached into the pocket of his leather jacket, and pulled out the cell phone. "I found it near your jeep."

"Oh thank god! I can't afford a new one. Does it still work?"

"I think so." Derek replied as he handed Stiles the phone, who immediately unlocked the screen to make sure it still worked.

"Thanks." Stiles smiled at Derek, who returned the smile.

"I was beginning to think you were bailing on me."

"Well, to be honest, I was a bit nervous but I wouldn't bail on you like that." Stiles said. "But can we talk about it all tomorrow? My head is killing me, and I just want to go to bed."

"Sure." Derek smiled gently. "Let's get you home." He pulled Stiles in for another (this time gentler) embrace.

"Will you stay with me again tonight?" Stiles mumbled into Derek's shoulder.

"If you want me too." Derek whispered back.

"Is that even a question?" Stiles laughed as he pulled away.

Derek smiled in response and turned to leave.

Stiles went to put his phone in his pocket. "What the fuck…? I don't remember taking notes in class…" He withdrew a folded piece of paper.

Derek turned around.

Stiles unfolded the paper. "The fuck is this?" He looked up as he heard Derek growl, who's eyes were ruby red again, and was seething in anger and something else… fear?

Stiles looked back down at the weird symbol drawn on the. In black ink, facing the confused boy and seething werewolf, was the same triangle with angled outcrops that was etched into Derek's door.