"We are here because one man has caused death and destruction everywhere he goes. The supernatural community has suffered greatly because of this man. Especially my nephew's company and pack."
Stiles grits his teeth as Peter makes his show. For some bullshit reason the council had given him the reins this trial. Meaning Stiles is utterly fucked.
He hadn't gotten any sleep last night, meaning he was in a horribly sour mood. He didn't have the energy to plaster on a fake smile or play nice. Peter had showed up to the room he was being held in not to minutes after the twins had left. The asshole rattled off riddles all night. How he knew about the trigger, Stiles has no idea. It pisses him off even more that Peter looks well rested and put together as if he had actually slept last night.
"This man is responsible for the death of your pack-mates and friends." Peter says to the audience.
Stiles doesn't even know who all is here, he refuses to look. He can't handle looking at Derek's face and not seeing recognition in his eyes. That would break his tired mind.
"Get on with it, Mr. Hale." One of the council members mumbles.
The beta nods, turning to Stiles. "Mr. Stilinski, is it true that you came to Beacon Hills because of the death and destruction you were involved in at your previous town?"
Fucking bastard.
"Yes. My father thought it would be best to get a fresh start." The words barely have enough room to get past his teeth.
"You came for a fresh start, yet it seems your past has followed you." Stiles opens his mouth to snap a few words at the man, but he was cut off. "Do you know Theo?"
"Yes." The word is only a hiss. Fuck, he is already ruining this.
"Why did this man even come here to kill strangers?"
"He used their deaths for a spell to become stronger."
"Why would he need to be stronger?"
"He wanted to kill me."
Peter turned his back on him, facing the audience once again. "They were only collateral damage to your squabble."
"I didn't mean for anyone to die. I have never wanted someone to die because of me." Stiles has to take a few deep breaths to calm himself. His control was slipping, threatening to let his magic loose. He can't afford that here. That will surely take him away from the only family he has left.
"Are you sure? Because I can see this all working in your favor. Get a man set on killing you to follow you home, cause trouble, and conveniently hurt your alpha which puts you in charge of the pack and the company. With Derek in a coma you had all the power. You came out looking like a hero. Isn't that nice." Peter's stunning blue eyes cut into Stiles as he looks down at him.
Stiles can't keep the shock from his face. "Are you serious? Why wou-"
"When you first arrived you were a stranger to everyone. Then you were someone my nephew couldn't stand, though you had somehow become a constant sighting with his pack. Oddly, as if someone flipped a switch, you suddenly became someone my nephew couldn't live without. Even mated you after not being near you for months to grow a relationship." Stiles glares, how the hell was this man so good at twisting things? "I believe some powerful magic could be the cause of my nephew's behavior. Do you poses such power, Mr. Stiliniski? How about we ask out first witness."
Entering the room is Alpha McCoy. Her eyes stay straight ahead as she goes to stand in front of the council. Her body is as stiff as ever. Peter keeps a respectable distance from her as he speaks.
"Alpha McCoy, you were there the night Theo attacked the Hale pack. Why don't you tell us about that?"
"I was called because one of my pack-mates was believed to be dead. The bodies were found while I was there. When... When we were able to see them, Mr. Stilinski examined the bodies. He discovered that they had been sacrificed. Later his own father along with a pack-mate and friend were found dead by the same method. W-"
"Sorry to interrupt, but how was Mr. Stilinski after that? Was he controlling himself?" Peter glances at Stiles, eyes showing that he already knew the answer.
Alpha McCoy's eyes cut to Peter, lips pressed in a thin line. "He was grief-stricken. Just like the rest of us."
"His hold on magic?"
"It could be felt."
"And how did it feel?"
"Dark. It was unnerving. The scent was similar to it is now. But he was lost in grief, it would make since for his magic to represent that."
"Yes, please continue with telling us about that night."
Alpha McCoy gives Peter a once over. Stiles would have hated to be on the receiving end of that look, but he was thrilled that it was directed towards Peter.
"That night we were attacked. None of us were hurt seriously, just knocked unconscious. When we came too, we followed to scent of Mr. Stilinski and Alpha Hale into the woods. The fight between the one known as Theo and Mr. Stilinski looked to be about over when we arrived. Theo had the upper hand. He started to aim his next attack at Alpha Cilone, but attacked Alpha Hale instead. After that... Mr. Stilinski was terrifying with his power. It was as if something else took over." The alpha trails off, eyes drifting to Stiles.
Stiles couldn't read the expereison on Alpha McCoy's face. So he held her gaze, hoping the message of 'I'm Sorry' is clear in his eyes.
"Terrifying with power, yet he couldn't even protect his own alpha." Peter's voice shattered the connection between Stiles and Alpha McCoy.
"He couldn't protect his alpah because he jumped in front of another alpha to save him. He was willing to sacrifice himself for a non-pack member, a stranger for the most part, and he payed for that selflessness." The alpha stared Peter down with a grit that could not be deterred.
Peter plasters a smile on his face. "Thank you. You are free to go."
With that the woman is turning on her heels and disappearing into the crowd. Stiles still refuses to glance in that direction.
"We have determined that Mr. Stilinski has terrifying powers. Making it possible that he could easily manipulate my nephew. We have also proved that he brought one enemy to this community. This wouldn't bring such cause for concern, if it had only been a one time incident. The man before you has attracted enemies here before. Mr. Stephen if you would join us."
Stephen takes his place in front of the council.
"Please, tell us about the first night you meet Mr. Stilinski." Peter almost purrs as dread fills Stiles.
"I heard a roar while being out in town. When I arrived at the source I found Mr. Stilinski beaten on the ground of an alley and Alpha Hale fighting a man with a sword. A few of my coven was with me, we helped subdue the man. Mr. Stilinski was hardly conscious when Alpha Hale carried him away."
"Do you know who the man was?"
"Yes. Gerard Argent."
Someone in the audience gasps at the name, but the rest remain silent. Waiting to see what will happen next.
"An Argent? One of the most renowned hunters of our time. Why would he be after Mr. Stilinski?"
"He claimed that Mr. Stilinski had killed his granddaughter."
Stiles eyes shut. He isn't ready for this. Isn't ready for whatever Peter is about to throw at him.
"Killed his granddaughter? Mr. Stilinski did you get rid of this Argent filth for the purpose of protecting us supernatural creatures?"
Stiles swallows the bile rising in his throat. "No. I never wanted to kill her. She was my sister. Sh-"
"You sister? An Argent? Kin to the same Argent that burned the Hale family, my family?" Peter's eyes took on a knew kind of intensity. Something Stiles had never seen expressed in the man before.
"Yes, but-"
"Is it really a coincidence that you are devoted to an Argent, who's kin used my nephew to gain the opportunity to burn his family, and here you are now mate to him and dragging him into the sights of another Argent." Peter turns to Stephen. "Thank you for your time."
"Before I leave, I would like to say that Mr. Stilinski has been miserable during his time as CEO. He does not enjoy the job. Why would he sabotage Alpha Hale for a job he hates?" The vampire leaves Peter clenching his jaw with his words.
The wolf shakes the frustration off quickly, turning a smile onto Stiles. "Mr. Stilinski, I tried to find a witness from before your move here, but couldn't seeing as how they are all dead." Which is bullshit. Malia was alive and healthy and would have been more then willing to speak. "Your hands are quite bloody. You alone caused utter mayhem as you went on a killing spree. Schools, hospitals, even the police station. No place was safe from you. Allison, the one you claim as your sister, you strangled her with your bare hands."
Stiles breathing started to accelerate with every lash of Peter's words. "That wasn't me. I was posses-"
"You own father is dead because of you. You created the monster that killed him. Its my understanding that he was training with you as you trained to be a druid. How many has been caught in the cross-fire, Mr. Stilinski. How many lives have been lost because of you?"
Stiles' heart felt as if it would beat out of his chest, he couldn't focus. Couldn't breath.
"Why? Why has all this happened? Are you that bad of a person to create so many enemies? Are you manipulating people into thinking you are kind and caring? Do you enjoy the murder and chaos that follows you? Have you planned it all?"
Stiles knows what Peter is doing. Trying to get him to lose control, to have his hold on magic snap, and its working.
"Answer me. Its not like I am speaking in riddles." The wolf growls.
Magic cracks in the air as Stiles' panic attacke takes control. His vision goes hazy as his lungs seize. He can't breathe. He can't breathe. He ca-
Lips are pressed against his. His whole world stops as he holds his breath. Hands cradle his head gently, thumbs rubbing against his cheeks. When he can pull away, he can breathe. Opening his eyes he finds Derek's green pools looking back at him.
"Sourwolf." The sound is barely above a whisper.
"Deep breaths. Stay with me." His mate rises, pulling him up with him. When did he get on the floor? Fingers intwining with his, Derek turns his back on him, using himself as a shield between Stiles and Peter. "Enough."
"Did you not see that outburst of magic? He could have killed any one of us."
"Peter, I said enough." Derek growls, voice booming. His head snaps to the council. "What is your decision?"
The alphas all look at one another before nodding. The one seated in the middle, the same one that spoke to Stiles while in Derek's office is the one that spoke. "We've seen everything we need. Mr. Hale, you have proven our suspicions that you are indeed the one that needs to be locked up for the safety of the Hale pack, Hale & Co., and the supernatural community. As for you Mr. Stilinski, we apologize for putting you through this, but it was necessary. We see that you are a vital pack member and important to the local supernatural community, though we will be keeping an eye on you and your control on your power. Ethan, Aiden, take Mr. Hale away. This case is over."
The twin wolves drag a snarling, kicking Peter away as Derek's grip on Stiles' tightens. Stiles tugs on Derek's hand just as the alpha's mouth opens. Red eyes snap to him, anger obviously swimming in the crimson pools. "Don't say whatever you are about to say, just... can we please go home."
Stiles' body shakes with exhaustion. His head hurt, his eyes stung, he desperately needed to be held and have a nap. "Please." He whispers. Though he knows the alpha is running on instincts, he needs those instincts at the moment. He needs his mate to protect and cuddle him.
Derek pulls him into a tight hug, Stiles' knees give out causing the older man to take all his body weight. "Easy, Stiles. Let's get you home."
A/N: EYYYY, Another chapter. There are probably a lot of mistakes in this an I apologize. But if I don't upload this now who knows how long it will take. I hate making you guys wait. Please review, let me know if you are still liking this story or not. Thanks for reading. As always - YOLO. Until Next Time.