Forever and Always

by RavenHart24

(2nd part to Anchor) Stiles and Derek have finally realized that they are in love with one another, but can Stiles stay away from danger? With some new company in town Stiles is forced to make a choice. Will that choice change everything? Can Stiles get back everything he tried so hard for? And more importantly will that choice endanger all of his loved ones? *Sterek*

14. Chapter 14

(Here is the next one. Sorry these are kinda short.)

Derek's P.O.V

We stepped into the warehouse slowly. I watched my pack glare at Stiles. Cora stepped forward, a growl rising from her throat. "What the hell is he doing here?" She stepped forward, her claws extended.

Stiles watched her carefully, a growl rolling from his lips.

I stepped in front of them, my eyes illuminating in a warning.

Cora looked up at me, confusion spread across her face.

I glanced at the rest of the pack. "I have a plan," I stated, breaking the silence.

Peter cleared his throat. "Does anyone other than me realize that we are harboring one of our enemies," he mumbled.

I sighed and glanced back at Stiles.

Cora stepped forward and grabbed my arm. She pulled me aside. "Are you insane?" She growled quietly.

I didn't know if she forgot that the room was full of werewolves, or if she wanted them to hear our conversation. "Probably," I mumbled.

"Why is he here?"

"Because he is helping us. It wasn't his fault, he was forced to become...like us," I mumbled.

She crossed her over her chest. "That doesn't mean we can open our home to him. We should be killing him. If you can't do it, I will."

A protective growl rose from my throat. I stepped forward eyes illuminating. I loomed over Cora. "If you even touch him..." I trailed off, realizing who I was threatening.

She paused. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Nothing," I mumbled and averted my eyes. I took a step back.

"Derek. Why do you care so much about his life?" She growled.

"Because I love him...okay," I snapped and looked at her.

She stopped, surprise lining her face. She glanced at Stiles and at me before settling her eyes on the floor.

I turned away from her slowly and walked towards Stiles. I gripped onto his arm and lead him around the table in the back of the room. I released his arm and leaned on the table.

He looked at me, watching me carefully.

"Alright, I have a plan," I stated and glanced around at the rest of the pack, who were still staring surprisingly at me.

Stiles was still standing close to me, Still not fully comfortable being in the room. His arm brushed against mine lightly, something that strangely brought me comfort.