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Chapter Thirteen

Biting the Silver Bullet

By wolfgal97

Stiles is my Favorite Human

The first thing I remembered was getting shot. So I did what I do best and began to grumble, even though I had no clue what was going on or where I was.

"Why do I always get shot? I mean, really, I always get shot. I'll be frigging stunned if I go a week without getting shot."

I heard a deeper voice chuckle at that. I managed to pry my eyes open and my vision came back to me. Through cracked eyelids, I could make out a person. With some extra blinking which I'm sure made me look like an owl or something, I could tell it was Scott's boss, the vet.

Defense mode came on and I was stumbling to my feet in the next second. I was wobbly from being unconscious and was hurtling towards the ground when arms wrapped around me and held me up. The vet pulled me back up onto his little table thingy that I can't remember the formal name for.

"Woah, there! You need to take it easy for the rest of the day. Just 'cause you heal faster than the rest of us doesn't mean you can walk away from a bullet wound like it's nothing," he said in a teasing tone.

I was giving him this look that clearly questioned his sanity. He chuckled lightly and explained himself. "Sorry for the confusion. Your packmate, Scott brought you in to me with some nasty wolf's bane bullets. He's in the other room feeding the dogs for me now."

"Uhhh, so I take it you know?" I asked.

"About what you are? Yes, I know. Occasionally help your kind, too."

I didn't know what to say so I reverted to sarcasm. "Well, who let the werewolf out of the bag?"

I was about to get an answer when Scott came in, grinning like an idiot. "Regan, you're okay!" he said and he came and gave me a gentle hug. I patted his back in the awkward Why are you hugging me, way.

"I'm always okay. It's what I do. Now, where's Derek?"

"That's what I would like to know," a too smooth voice called from the lobby. My blood chilled and I felt the wolf in me want to attack its owner. Scott tried to stop me, clinging to my arm as I pulled away from him, but I charged into the other room to come face to face with the alpha.

"Where is he?" I challenged.

He grinned in his dark way, making me want to shiver. "Absolutely nothing. That's why I've decided to make you and Scott an offer. Go get him and we can discuss it."

"He's not here," I lied easily. I made sure my heart beat remained steady.

"You've been taught well," Peter commented. "I would've bought that if I hadn't heard his voice. But, if you don't want to include him, that's fine by me. I'll make you an offer, instead. Join my pack, and I'll let your little friend Stiles live."

My throat got tighter, but I still managed to reply. "Why don't you go to hell? You looked better with the flamed-licked skin look." He frowned. "Do you even care about your friends? Do you even care about… him?"

My eyes flashed silver and my fangs extended as I snarled at the man. "If you know anything, tell me now!"

"And when did you get the idea that you could order me around?"

"Since when we had the same goal. Saving Derek."

He thought about this for a moment, but came to a decision quickly. "Fine. He was last seen at the house fighting off the hunters. They took him somewhere, but I don't have any idea where that is."

My heart clenched in fear. The hunters had Derek? That's bad. That's really bad. That's really, really bad. I managed to keep my expression neutral. "So why don't you go away and look for him?"

"I'm here for you and Scott."

"Well, then I think you're leaving disappointed, aren't you?"

He finally had had enough of my snide comments. "You insolent girl! I'll kill you first, and I'll make Derek and all your little friends watch."

I laughed, a cold, bitter sound. "You think you're the first person to say that? Get in line, buddy. Just line up far away from me."

His eyes flashed red and he tried to come after me. I almost changed and was ready for the fight when the vet came out. "I think it's time you left," he demanded.

Peter tried to come after us, but something stopped him. He growled at us. "Mountain ash. That's an old one."

Huh?

Whatever it was, it seemed to ward off the alpha. He spun around and stormed out the door, slamming it behind him. I turned to the vet. "Mountain ash?"

"It wards off werewolves."

I nodded like I understood while Scott joined us. "Are you crazy? You really just talked to the killer alpha like that?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, yeah. What's he going to do about it? Kill me? Like I said, he can get in line."

Scott shook his head, his dark hair swaying. "Fine, do what you want. I'm callin' Stiles to pick us up." His hands fished around in his pockets, but each time, they came up empty. "What? Where's my cell phone?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you left it at the house last night?"

"I need it! We're going to have to go look for it." I liked this idea. If we went back, maybe we could find a trail to Derek. I went back into the operating room and grabbed my jacket that has miraculously survived the shootout last night. I pulled it on as I joined the guys, biting the side of my cheek to not cry out as my aching muscles pulled around my wounds as I put in on. I shook it off and looped arms with Scott. "What are we waiting for?"

The vet gave me a stern look. "Be very careful, Regan. I know that it's hard in a life and death situation, but please try to not hurt yourself anymore. If you need help, you're always welcome here."

I smiled to the odd man that I knew nothing about. "Thank you, very-nice-helpful-human-who-knows-about-werewolves-who's-name-I-do-not-know."

He grinned. "The names Deaton."

I smiled. "Well then thank you, Deaton. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon. Like I said, I always get shot."

We could hear him laughing as Scott and I headed out. We had no ride, so we would have to hoof it back to the Hale house. When we were almost in sight of the place, Something inside me clicked and instantly, I felt safer here. This house was better than any other place I've lived. To me, this was home.

"I just hope I don't get shot again. Ever been shot, Scott? Not fun."

Scott laughed. "My first night finding out about werewolves, I got shot in the arm with an arrow. If Derek hadn't been there, I would've been in trouble."

At the mention of my missing boyfriend, my breath stopped. I was going to find him, no matter what it took. Derek was mine and no one else could have him. Still, uncertainty played in my mind.

"Scott? We're going to find him, right? We're going to get him back?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah, we're going to get him back. I just don't see why you're so close to him. I mean, he turned you into a monster."

"To save my life, yeah. When I first moved here, I got taken by some hunters. I found out later it was some chick named Kate. She took me out to these woods and let me go and shot me while I ran. Derek tried to save me, but I was dying. If he hadn't turned me, I would've died. He told me what he was doing before he did it. He tried to do the right thing. It was all just a trap for him."

Scott stared at me in wonder. "You never told me… I thought he just turned you."

I shook my head. "And he treats me better than anyone else ever has. He was there for me. He was the first person I knew that protected me. He stood up to my abusive father for me one night when… when he… Well, it's why I moved in with him. I needed somewhere to go, and the Hale house became my home."

Scott was quiet like he didn't know what he wanted to say. I wanted to let him know that I was okay and that I wasn't a fragile little girl made of glass that would break at the slightest wave of awkwardness. I'd like to think I was a bit tougher than that.

We came across the house finally and I took in a deep breath, taking in the woodsy smell mixed with a burnt wood aroma. I shivered, but not because of the cold. The whole place seemed wrong because Derek wasn't here.

"Let's go find your phone."

"Regan, we both know you didn't come here to find my phone. I know you're here to find Derek . We'll look, okay?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you care about what happens to Derek?"

"Since I know you care so much about him." Aww, maybe Scott was thinking of others for once...

"And I know I need him to keep Allison safe." Aaaaaand, he proves me wrong.

I stopped myself from sighing. And it all leads back to Allison. I don't care, though. All I want is to find Derek and make sure he's okay. I don't care why Scott would help me. As long as he does, I feel better.

We entered the house, my fingers trailing over the bullet holes in the door. Scott looked around on the floor, trying to find his phone while I tried to find any hint to where Derek could be. I lingered in the doorway, trying to find his scent.

"I can't find my phone," Scott called. He joined my side and watched me as I followed the smell of blood into the yard. I stopped when I found the place where it was strongest.

"He was shot. He was bleeding and fell here." I continued my narration of the night as I followed his trail a little farther into the woods. "His scent leads to here and then just… stops. You can see the trails of blood, so he was dragged." It was hard, knowing he was gone and that I may never get him back, but I still had hope.

There was one hunter I could think of that may not want him dead, yet. A hunter my Derek has a past with. I knew what I was going to have to do. I was going to have to follow Kate Argent.

"So he was taken," Scott commented, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Yep. They won't kill him yet. They want to find the alpha, and they think they can get it from him." I followed the trial as I far as I could, but it just cut off in the middle of nowhere. I wanted to cry. Derek was still missing and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I rubbed my face with my hands, trying to force the wetness in my eyes away.

Scott came up to me and wrapped his arms around me in a comforting hug. "We can't do anything else here, Regan. Why don't we meet up with Stiles at my house so he knows we're alive and we can start looking for him then?" When I made no sign that I planned to move, his hand took mine and pulled me back to the road where Stiles' jeep was waiting.

"How did y-"

"Know you guys were here?" Stiles asked me. "Scott's boss called and let me know where you were going."

I nodded, feeling numb. Scott helped me into the jeep and kept glancing my way as Stiles drove. I could smell the worry on him. He thought I was in shock or something, and to be honest, I kind of was. Though I was jammed in a car with two other people, I felt very alone.

We got to Scott's house, my body went through the motions of going inside with minimal thought on my part. We were in Scott's room and I was just standing in the door like a weird person. I was brought out of my stoop by Stiles.

"I know the place is a mess, but you can come in, Regan."

I nodded stiffly and went to sit on Scott's bed. I wasn't paying attention to the boys' conversation. My mind was on one thing and one thing only. I had to get Derek back. And I was willing to do anything to do that.

I only paid attention when I realized that they were talking about Derek. "Maybe he took your phone," Stiles said. "You know, when he was trying to kill you!"

Surprisingly, Scott defended him before I could. "He wasn't going to kill anyone."

"Well, didn't you say that he walked out into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead to me."

A low growl rumbled from deep in my throat. It was a warning that this was a very bad subject for us to be getting into. I could feel my would scratching at the surface, wanting control. I used what Derek taught me and kept it under control. "He's not dead. They're not going to kill him. Not yet. We have to find him," I said.

"We can't even think about letting him die? Please?"

I knew it was a joke, but it pissed me off. There was no controlling the wolf, now. I felt my eyes change to their gleaming silver of my beast. My fangs were elongating when I fled the room to the next room over to separate myself from the others. Though I was pissed, I didn't want to hurt anyone.

I ended up in the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face, trying to bring myself back from the edge. I looked at my reflection, still seeing intelligent animal eyes and slowly retracting white fangs. I shook my head and looked again to see my own face.

I sank against the wall, rooting my hands in my hair, trying to get a hold of myself. I felt tears beginning to form in my eyes. All I wanted was Derek, and I couldn't have him.

Someone knocked on the door, but I ignored it. Stiles came in. I hadn't looked at him, but I smelled his specific scent. He sat down next to me and didn't say anything for a while. He didn't touch me, he didn't look my way, he just sat. I looked up to him and the tears fell.

"I'm sorry," Stiles whispered. I kept crying, but my hand found his and squeezed, letting him know that I forgave him.

"I'm just really worried about him, Stiles. They're going to ask him about the alpha and he's not going to tell them anything."

"I'm sure he'll be fine, Regan. They probably are just keeping him locked in a room or something."

I frowned. "I'm not so sure. I think… I think that they're going to hurt him."

Stiles' gaze met mine and he looked worried for the first time. "What? You think that they're going to torture him or something? The hunters are pretty bad, but I don't think they'd go that low."

"I know one who'll go as far as trying to kill a human," I seethed, thinking back to the night that Kate shot me and I had to be turned. "I wouldn't put it past Kate."

"I know you're upset about this, but you can't start thinking negative."

"You know why I'm so upset, Stiles?" I snapped. "The only person I have ever loved has been taken by a psychotic werewolf hunter. The only person who has ever been there for me. I'm alone, Stiles. I have no one to go to about this."

It was true. I felt totally and utterly alone. The only person who had been there for me since the day that I met him was missing and here I was, sitting in a bathroom and crying about it. It was like something essential in me had been ripped out and taken away. I felt weak and it made me mad.

Stiles arm wrapped around me and pulled me closer to him. "You've got me. You've always got me. I'm always going to be here for you."

I laughed, a watery sound as I wiped away all the tears. "Thanks, Stiles. You're sweet."

He reached out and cupped my face, making me look him in the eyes. "I mean it, Regan. I will always be here for you."

I smiled and pulled him into a hug, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Stiles has the ability to make me feel better even when I'm my lowest. He's the smartest, most caring person that I've ever known. I was lucky to have him for a friend.

"Come on," he said, pulling me to my feet. "Let's go back inside and make a plan of action, okay?"

I nodded, rubbing my face clean one more time before I followed him out back into Scott's room. The other teen wolf was there waiting, looking awkward as hell. In fact, I was starting to think the only time he didn't look awkward was when he was with Allison. But then, he just usually ends up looking like an idiot. A sweet idiot that's my friend, but an idiot indeed.

"You okay?" he asked me. I nodded. "Okay, let's talk," Stiles said. "Tonight is the winter formal. Now I don't know about you guys, but I have the date of my dreams tonight. Can we please leave out everything supernatural and get to work tomorrow?"

I wanted to object, but for some reason, I couldn't. I knew Stiles was going to the dance with Lydia, his dream girl since he was in diapers or something, and that Scott was going to try to sneak in with Allison. I just didn't have the heart to rip them away from being normal teenagers for the night.

They both looked my way, hope in their eyes. I knew if I pushed it, they would drop their plans and tried to help me. But I couldn't do it.

Instead, I put on a fake smile and nodded. "Okay, we'll worry about everything tomorrow."

They both grinned, so happy that I hadn't spoiled the night for them.

"I'm so excited about tonight! Who are you going with, Regan."

A pang shot through me. I had been planning on asking. Derek if he... but then there was the whole wanted for murder thing. I hadn't been planning on going tonight at all, really. I was going to spend the night with him. But now that wasn't an option.

"No one," I said. I wasn't lying. I didn't have a date, but I was planning on going to find the guy I was going to ask. So yeah, that wasn't a lie.

"You know," Stiles said quietly, "I could tell Lydia that I'm going with you if you want."

I about dropped my jaw. Stiles is a fantastic friend, but he would really do something like that for me and I knew it. I wouldn't ever let him, though.

"Naw, it's okay. I'll stag it. Or, whatever girls without dates do. In fact, I'm going to go get ready. I'll see you guys later."

Before they could say anything else, I was out the door and down the street, Hale house bound.

Screw the formal. I'm going to go find Derek. All I wanted was my boyfriend back. And when I want something as bad as I want him, I'll kill anyone in my way to get it.

I wolfed out and ran it faster than I would've if I'd been human. Still in my wolf form, I used my heightened senses to search for his scent. I followed the trail of his blood from the porch to the forest where it had stopped earlier.

This is where I was stumped. Literally, I was at a dead end. I growled in frustration and fased back to my human face. I may be stuck, but I'm also stubborn. I decided to check the surrounding area.

I stepped carefully around the forest, moving like a shadow. It was as if I knew this land like I've lived here forever. I followed the twists and turns of the woods until I came to a little iron gate thing. I cocked my head to the side, trying to figure it out. For some reason, Derek's scent had picked up again.

I was about to go in when I heard a twig snap behind me. I whirled around to see who was there, but the only thing I saw was a fist flying at my face.

My eyes went wide, but I used what Derek taught me to my advantage. I leaned back, narrowly avoiding the blow by mere inches. "Damn," a man swore.

I moved away from him just in time to see that it was the guy who kidnapped me that first night. That night I was turned. This was bad news.

I was going to turn and run, but I never saw the baseball bat swing at my head. But I sure as hell felt it.