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Stiles sat on his bed, still shivering slightly even though he had dried off and was now wearing a dry pair of clothes. He scrolled through the contacts on his phone, pushing the call button when he reached Scott's number. Looking back at the bathroom door, where Deucalion was currently changing into a pair of his dad's old clothes, Stiles went to sit by his window. The phone rang on and on as the rain out showed no signs of slowing. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Scott answered, "Hello?"
"Hey dude sorry to be calling so late. I just really need to talk to you." He said slowly.
"Okay, what's up?" Scott asked, his voice slightly worried. Stiles sighed and ran a hand through his damp hair.
"I just kissed Deucalion." The human blurted out. He flinched, regretting saying it so bluntly. It was dead silent on the other line, making Stiles bite at his thumbnail worriedly. "You still there, Scotty."
"Yea, I'm still here. It's funny, I thought you said that you kissed Deucalion. Must have been bad cell reception." The other teen laughed. Stiles' face and heart fell.
"I did say that." He replied quietly. Scotts laughing stopped abruptly.
"Dude, are you serious? You kissed him? Why?" His best friend questioned, his voice sounding accusing.
"Because I think I love him." Stiles stood and paced back and forth in front of the window, becoming more anxious by the second.
"You think you love him? Are you freaking kidding me?" Scott's voice had quickly grown into a yell. "Have you completely forgotten about all the crap he did to us?"
"Have you forgotten that he saved my life? Twice!" Stiles was beginning to yell, too. He had thought that his friend would be happy for him, that he had finally found someone that liked him back. But obviously he was wrong.
"Stiles, no matter what kind of lies he's feeding you, he is evil. That's all he knows. Keep away from him before you get hurt." Scott's voice had lowered in volume just a bit, but still held its harsh, alpha tone. Stiles felt like all of his happiness had just been crushed.
"If he's so dangerous, then why did you let him go?" Scott didn't respond, answering Stiles' next question. "Are you only acting this way because you don't think he loves me?"
"I just don't want you to get hurt man, emotional or physically. I know what true heartbreak feels like and it sucks. I don't want that for you." Scott said softly, his voice shaking slightly.
"Dude, I'm-. You're right. I'll be careful." He agreed quietly, hanging up the phone. Stiles could hear Deucalion rustling around in the bathroom, still. The human let out a long sigh and looked out the window. His dad would be home soon, and Deucalion would have to leave. It all seemed pretty hopeless. His dad didn't approve of the werewolf and his friends didn't trust him. But then Stiles remembered the way he felt when they kissed, like all his troubles had just melted away with a single touch. Stiles closed his eyes, remembering the feeling.
A low moan outside disturbed his pleasant memory. He opened his eyes and looked out the window, squinting through the darkness and rain. A pair of glowing blue eyes stared back at him. Stiles stumbled back, his heart beating wildly in alarm. The creature outside growled and crashed through the window, sending shards of glass everywhere.
Stiles turned to run to the bathroom, letting out a cry of alarm and pain as he felt razor sharp claws slice down his back. He fell face down on the bedroom floor, the tiny slivers of glass digging into his cheek. He looked up in time to see an oddly familiar man push his bed In front of the bathroom door, locking Deucalion in. In the process, Stiles' phone had been thrown from his hand and now laid a few feet away from him. He crawled desperately towards it as he heard Deucalion throwing himself against the door, calling out his name.
Just as his fingers brushed against the phone, a large booted foot came crashing down on his hand. Stiles yell out in pain as the man ground his heel back and forth, breaking and crushing bone. The human looked up in fear, surprised to see a smirking Peter Hale, a piece of wood from his bed frame clasped firmly in his hand. The last thing Stiles remembered was the yells of Deucalion and the sight of the wood heading towards his face.
Deucalion knew something was wrong as soon as he heard Stiles' heartbeat sky rocket. The sound of shattering glass and Stiles' cry of pain made him leap to the door. However, as soon as he began to push it open, he caught a glimpse of a very familiar man pushing the bed in front of the door, closing and blocking it. The man was Peter Hale.
Fury pumped through his veins, Deucalion threw himself against the door over and over again; each time moving the bed away an inch at a time. He froze in fear when he heard another cry of pain. Slamming himself harder against the door, he called out, "Stiles! Peter if you touch him, I swear to God, I will rip you apart!"
There was no answer, he didn't expect one. Throwing himself against the door one last time, he made enough room to slip through the doorway. After climbing over the bed, his heart stopped when he saw the room was now empty. There was no Stiles and no Peter. Shattered glass littered the floor; the stench of peter mixed with Stiles' blood filled the air. Deucalion stared out of the broken window. He had just found and lost his mate in the same night. Eyes glowing red, he let out a roar filled with pain and anger that could be heard all through the town.
Sorry about the last chapter. The first few sentences got cut off. It was basically Deaton asking Deucalion if he had a rough day. Please review!
