Stiles POV

It's calmed slightly.

The magic.

It's constant though, I'm always aware of it just a warm glow in my gut. It seems to be linked to my emotions, growing into a fire in the pit of my stomach when I'm angry or excited or any strong emotion.

Derek helps, just him being near or in sight.

He knows something's up and keeps looking at me with worried eyes; leaning against me or in some cases, when the pack wasn't looking, putting his head on my shoulder or back.

He hasn't asked as yet but I know I can't hide it from him or the pack forever.

I'm afraid.

Afraid of what the pack will do.

Afraid of what my dad will say.

Afraid of what Derek's reaction will be.

Afraid of losing control.

Scott and Isaac are squished up on the armchair, Peter on his claimed seat by the window and the others were sat on the couch behind us.

Us being me and Derek sat on the floor.

For being 5:45 in the afternoon it was still bright and hot outside the sun still burning lazily in the sky.

Derek was sat beside me, his tail draped over mine. In the last couple of days that had become normal; always having contact with him in one way or another.

But I didn't mind because it kept me grounded; was this what anchors were like for the wolves?

I guess so.

Oh god!

What would Derek say if he knew he was my anchor?!

As if hearing my thoughts the wolf lifted his head and looked at me. I took one look at him and dashed straight of to my room.

Now was not the time to have a panic attack, but my mind didn't want to understand this and my body continued to move against my protests and I started hyperventilating.

I looked around frantically for a place to hide as I heard paws thumping their way up the stairs but I couldn't find anywhere and just as I started toward the door to shove it closed Derek entered.

No.

Of all the people he was not the one I needed to see right now.

He's the one causing the stupid freak out.
"Why am I causing you to freak out Stiles?" Oh crap did I just say that out loud?!

"Yes, Stiles calm down. Tell me what's wrong so we can fix this, what did I do?"

I started backing away towards the window but I bumped into my laundry bin making it fall over, crashing to the floor making me jump back as it spilled it's content's all over the floor.

Derek was talking again but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

The other must have heard a bang because they were all standing in the doorway watching to see how this would play out.

Derek started walking toward me so I took a few steps back, he needed to stay away, they all needed to stay away.

I could feel the fire in my gut start to burn hotter and it felt like it was trying to claw it's way out, to kill, to destroy.

"Leave" I heard myself whisper as I looked at the floor, I couldn't look at him, at any of them, they couldn't get hurt because of me. I wouldn't let them.

"Why Stiles what's going on?" Derek's voice was calm and he took a step forward but stood back again when I flinched away hitting my shoulder on the corner of the desk causing a book to fall.

Too much noise. Too many people. Too much pain. Too much at risk.

"I don't want to hurt anyone. An I will. Go. Leave because I don't want to hurt you" I could feel the fire burning stronger and brighter and it hurt as it climbed its way through my body.

Everyone had slowly made their way to stand in a semi circle around the open door blocking the exit.

Derek was still there looking worried and afraid and vulnerable.

Taking a cautious step forward he said "Stiles what do you mean? You can't hurt us, and even if you could, all of us, every one of us, we know you wouldn't."

When I didn't flinch away he took another step and kept walking toward me until there was only a meter between us.

"I can," I stated staring at the floor tears welling in my eyes, I was still hyperventilating whilst trying to make myself as small as possible in the corner. "I couldn't before but I can now, but I don't want it, I can't control it, Derek it hurts but I don't want to hurt a-any of y-you"

"What, Stiles, what is it? Why are you in pain?"

"Th-The fire, it hurts, it's the w-witches fault, she passed it to me. I-I don't want it, Derek, I don't want it" I sobbed trying to back even further into the corner wanting the ground to open up and take me away from all of this.

Derek looked like he didn't know what to do and for some reason I couldn't fathom he looked to be crying too.

"Stiles…" Derek stepped closer still so he was nearly touching me "Please, just tell me what's wrong. Stiles I don't want you to cry, please just tell me what it is so I can make your pain go away!"

The chair behind Derek burst into flames and Allison dragged Lydia away and put herself in between her and the flames.

Derek didn't look away from Stiles.

Stiles just whimpered and looked at the burning chair then Derek with pleading eyes.

"Make it stop, Derek please. I don't want this. I don't want to be a witch. I don't want magic." I cried as I said the words afraid of what he would say.

The chair got fuelled with new flames.

"Stiles, listen to me, think of an anchor, just like the wolves all you need is control. Think of an ancho-"

"I already have an anchor."

"Good, that's good, what is it Stiles?" he asked and hope seemed to pass in his eyes.

"I can't tell you" I really couldn't that's what caused all this. He couldn't know. He'd hate me even more and all the closeness we'd come to have would be gone. I couldn't lose that.

"Of course you can Stiles, no one's going to make fun of you. Is it your dad? Your mom?" he looked like he was hoping against hope that it was something else.

I sobbed even more as I heard the word slip out of my lips

"You"

Derek looked taken aback but collected himself quickly walking further toward me, blocking the view of the rest of the room so all I could see was him.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I'll stay away from you I promise, you don't have to put up with a stupid teenager around you all the time. I know you don't like me" I tried to think of a good excuse.

He stepped the last step between us so we were nose to nose and looked at me dead in the eye.

"Stiles you want to know something?" I started at him unable to see where he was going with this.

"I've never liked you"

The chair exploded behind him and he jumped forward to shield me from the burnt remains and whispered in my ear:

"Because I always loved you"

And just like that the panicking stopped.

Derek POV

"Because I always loved you" I whispered into his ear.

When his body instantly relaxed I felt him rest his head on my neck and I swear he scent marked me. Like he thought he was the wolf now.

But I loved smelling like him so I didn't care in the slightest.

When he lifted his head to look at me I stared in astonishment.

There right in the middle of his head was a weird black symbol consisting of a circle with a line coming out of each of the cardinal directions.

And his eyes were red.

Slowly as we stared at one another they dimmed down to there usual beautiful whisky brown.

Notes
As I promised and not gonna lie I loved writing this chapter. Please please please can I have some feedback because I feel like I'm writing for no one other than myself at moment and I want to make it better with your ideas.
Thank you for reading :)

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