Full Summary:
The pack had enough of Stiles not doing anything, not even giving an effort to fight any creature. He was liability to their eyes and, for that, he was kicked out of the pack.
But the pack didn't what in front of their eyes, they didn't see the true Stiles: the magical emissary, the one person who could telepathically talk with the creatures and do things without moving his body.
And what was even more hurtful than getting kicked out of the pack was that Stiles really believed that he and Derek shared something between them. Stiles had been in love with him for so long, and he thought Derek was showing interesting back – but now it all seemed pointless.
A/N:
Artwork and Beta-reading by 28sunflowers, any remain mistakes are mine. You can see the artwork in my fic "Power Play" at AO3.
My entry for Sterek Big Bang.
I really have no idea where this came from, I'm positive though that 99% are visual bunnies.
I hope that I didn't miss any tags, some would probably be spoilers.
I don't owe Teen Wolf, I'm just playing.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Stiles Stilinski was dead.
It was for the best. After all, his death was started after the Nogitsune, where his relationship with the pack was rock bottom.
It was after the Nogitsune saga, when Stiles felt all his body tingled and spark starts to show.
Deaton was the first and only one that he came to speak with. Stiles didn't want that the pack or his dad will know about that. It was bad enough that after the Nogitsune, after Stiles was free and cured from the bad spirit, the pack and hid dad didn't even look at him as before.
The look that his dad gave him hurt. It was clear that his dad still didn't trust him, so he wasn't there for Stiles when he needed him – he barely even spoke to him when they were alone in their house.
It's like the Nogitsune freed his murderer need and they didn't want anything to do with him anymore.
It was good enough for the pack that Allison was alive after all, but the glares that Stiles been receiving from them were torturing. They were supposed to be his pack as well, but to him it didn't feel like a pack. He felt like an outcast.
"I'll teach you everything that you are going to be needed for as you are going to take my place as their emissary," Deaton told Stiles, who only gave him a blank look. "You will be fine, you will see."
"Let's agree that we are not going to tell the pack about it. I mean, I don't want them breathing down my neck if they are going to find out that I can do magic in that case," Stiles said to the vet.
"Okay, you only start using the magic, no need to tell them right away," Deaton said as he watched Stiles moving his hand, waves and something happen.
There was a table with white cloth, right there in the middle of the room.
"Wave your hand again, let's see what will happen next," Deaton suggested as he looked at Stiles with awe.
Stiles waved his hand and there were plates of food placed on the table.
"Stiles, I think that you are already can be called emissary, even if you aren't druid. You are more powerful, and I think that it's best that you and I will do this daily to see what your spark can do," Deaton suggested as he gave Stiles assurance and confident.
"Good, but for now, I want to taste the food that my spark gave it to us," Stiles said happily as he waved his hand again to provide them two chairs as they sat and started to eat the food.
"For the love of God, my magic gave me the most delicious food, don't you think, Deaton?" Stiles asked with mouthful as he looked at the vet.
Deaton nodded as he replied, "Great food indeed, you have a talent right there, young man."
"Thank you, Deaton," Stiles gratefully told him.
Stiles now has a routine for himself to give himself hope as the pack still didn't care for him to be there.
At least he has Deaton to keep him company after school and then he will show at the pack's house.
"What is he doing here?" Isaac asked as he looked at Scott.
"He is still a pack, Isaac," Derek replied as he looked at Stiles, who was trying not look at either of them but was surprised to see Derek looked at him with concern.
"Okay, if you say so," Isaac said and walked over Scott and Allison, and then he turned around and reminded Derek, "You better be careful, he might kill us in our sleep."
"Hey, he is human, and the Nogitsune was taken care of by Scott and Kira, you all saw what happened," Derek told them.
"You shouldn't do that, Derek," Stiles told him after the rest of the pack left, "unless you probably believed whatever they are spreading about me."
It hurt him so much to get treatment like this from his friends. He didn't know what he did wrong – it's not like he asked to be possessed by an evil spirit. But here he is now, completely alone.
"Why not? You are only human, and you are cured according to Deaton," Derek told him.
Stiles nodded but didn't reply. He walked over his room, he knew that the pack probably hated him, and now it was surely only a question of time until they kicked him out.
He just wanted to feel like he belonged, but nothing was ever easy for him.
The tension between him and the pack still spoke volumes even though he tried to get closer to them. It seemed like the pack, and especially Scott, didn't want him in the pack at all.
"Why is he still in our pack, McCall?" Jackson asked, not knowing why his alpha kept Stiles in their pack.
It was close to two months after the Nogitsune saga, and Stiles didn't seem to be helping the pack. As much as he did try to help with research, they still looked at him with scrutinizing eyes.
They didn't trust him; he could feel it.
And that hurts.
His heart was hurting, it reminded him of the painful words his mom used to accuse him when she was sick, when she blamed him for making her hurt in the first place, and his dad wasn't there to told him otherwise. He felt alone, utterly alone, in the pack that was supposed to be his family. He truly became an outcast.
Stiles just wanted to feel wanted again.
Needed.
Why did everything that he touches feel like it was ruined and he couldn't do anything about it?
Since his presence seemed to hurt them, he suggested making dinner with the pack, with the hopes that the gesture would make amends with them, and he could feel as part of the pack once again.
"Would it be all right with the pack if I will make dinner?" Stiles asked, he still hoped that he has a place in the pack.
"Sure, whatever," Scott replied with a shrug.
His nonchalant and clearly lack of enthusiasm made Stiles' stomach fall, but he tried to hide it, hoping that Scott's mood would change once he actually saw the dinner Stiles prepared.
"Can I bring my dad?" Stiles asked.
"Of course, you can, your dad is a pack," Scott replied.
That sent a pang right through Stiles' heart. Scott's tone made it seem obvious that his dad is welcome, unrelated to Stiles' participation.
Stiles can only feel envious that his dad was more pack than he was.
"Tomorrow dinner is on me in the pack house," Stiles announced, not knowing if they truly heard him as he looked over the pack before walking over his room.
Stiles didn't hear them talking about him after he left, he just hope that the pack would include him to in their events. He wants to feel himself belong to the pack. So far, they let him feel like an outcast, and he hated this feeling.
On the next day, the pack didn't bother to be around him as he used the spark to ignite the food, using his magic, knowing that they are not even bother to be around him or get closer to him.
Stiles turned around several times, just to watch the pack getting along with his dad, and everyone is laughing like he is not even in the same roof as they are, and that made Stiles cry silently as he turned around to finish the dinner, for a moment he truly believed that they let him in, but so far, his dad was the only welcome in their pack, he still felt like he was in the outside looking in, he never felt so alone.
"The dinner is ready," Stiles announced, still believed that the pack will let them sit besides them as he shared what he makes with his spark to them.
As he brought the food over the table, he couldn't help to see that everyone sat already and he had no sit amongst them, even the places next to his dad were taken, no one seemed to care.
"Can you find me a place to sit with you while we eat dinner?" Stiles asked, trying to stay calm as he smiled nervously.
"Go to your room, Stiles," Scott replied as he flashed his red eyes toward him.
"But I just made you dinner, can I just sit with the pack?" Stiles asked as he looked at them, he looked over his dad who was laughing with Scott. "Dad?"
"Do what the alpha is telling you," his dad answered to him as he was looking at Scott with smile marked on his face.
"Stiles, come sit next to me," Derek offered.
Scott shuts him off, telling, "He is not earning the right to sit with us."
"Just go already," Isaac mocked him, glad to see Stiles walking over his room. His empty plate remained untouched at the living room table as Isaac muttered to the pack, "Finally, I can't eat when the monster is next to me."
Stiles heard it all. He truly believed that the pack didn't want him around, but Derek tried to. Maybe the other alpha did share the same feeling to him, it's all was a mere theory. He was just disappointed that not one person of the pack, let alone his dad, stood up for him.
That hurt a lot.
Later that night, there was a knock on the door. As Stiles only mumbled that they could enter, Derek opened the door and placed a plate of food and drink on the floor for him.
"I noticed that you didn't take any food to your room, so I brought you some, and the dinner was amazing, was way better than Scott or other make," Derek told him with a smile, and then excuse him to go away from Stiles' room.
Stiles nodded as he looked over the food. He wasn't hungry anymore, so he used the spark to vanish it and looked like he ate it all.
Another month passed and Stiles tried to get the pack knows that he is still there, but the glare that Scott and the other betas gave him, he knew that he wasn't welcome even though they were his only friends. So he sucked it up and followed them, knowing that he could do nothing.
At least for now he still was a pack member for them. They didn't say anything to him, but it still hurt, their mean words toward him, it hurt so much.
They were at night fighting the pixies and Stiles noticed a family of pixies coming toward him. The dad pixie asked him to enter their realm, asking for the pixie daughter of them, for school proposes, only then Stiles noticed that they are so speaking to him telepathically. He agreed, only if they are not hurt anyone in his town.
The pixies nodded and left the pack to their own business as Stiles turned to watch them leaving with a smile on his face.
"Stiles, what do you think that you are doing?" Scott asked as Allison joined him, ready to shoot them with her crossbow.
"What do you mean?" Stiles turned to look at the alpha, not knowing what he wants from him.
"The pixies should leave Beacon Hills, they are not welcome. What did you do?" Scott asked.
"I didn't do anything," Stiles replied and took a step back from his so-called friend.
"How dare you to lie to me? Go back to the house, I guess that it us that need to clean your mess and your lies," Scott snarled at him.
"Why do you think that I did something?" Stiles asked, standing up for himself since no one in the pack was doing it for him.
"Oh please, are you going to blame the Nogitsune in that too?" Scott snarled at him, flashing his red eyes.
"I got cured. Should I remind you of that again?" Stiles asked, not knowing why Scott was bringing that issue again.
"Just go already, Stilinski," Jackson told him and looked away.
Jackson didn't understand why McCall kept Stiles in the pack in the first place – Stiles was a monster, and he would forever be one.
Stiles really had no idea what he was doing wrong. Scott had been changed since he was possessed by the Nogitsune, and Scott doesn't seem to bother at all for that fact.
He left anyway. Stiles just hoped that no one got hurt, even though it wasn't his problem anymore, at least for this night.
Another month passed by Stiles didn't know how he passed it with the pack that not seemed to even want him there. But he tried anyway. He even tried to talk with his dad, but his dad didn't even pay attention to him, barely even talk to him.
Stiles joined the pack again in the night, not knowing what he should expect, he knew that he won't get any love and sympathy from them, but he tried his best to get included in the pack activities, even though when they planned on fighting, he really had nothing to lose.
The witches are coming in hoard toward them, the leader flew over Stiles who only stared at her, while the others fighting the rest of the witches, not even glancing over his side.
Spark, you should let me rule this rotten area, the witch snarled at him.
I can't let you do that; besides you and the rest of the witches are the rotten ones, you better leave before I will melt you in that spot, Stiles warned her.
You may talk to us, but I'm sure that you don't have the power for it, you are only a boy spark, nothing more, nothing less, the witch said, her hand sparkled with power and was about to throw it over Stiles.
Stiles simply looked at her, he didn't do anything as he controlled his mind, the power of his mind was so grateful that he melt her on that spot, and to others, it seemed that Stiles have done nothing, but to him, he knew now how powerful spark he became.
The other witches sensed their leader was dead as they looked at Stiles with frightened eyes.
You will pay for this, Spark, we will be back for more, the witch snarled at him telepathically.
"Stiles, what was that?" Scott came over him, angry at Stiles. It seemed that everything that he was doing just wasn't good enough, maybe he should leave the human at home.
"I didn't do anything, Scott, what do you want from me?" Stiles asked as he controlled his heartbeat, he knew that they could feel his lie through it.
Scott knew that he was lying, but for now he let go of it. One more act and he would kick Stiles out. Stiles got on his nerves and on his pack as well.
For the last two months both of the alphas looking at each other, they knew that they had to make a choice soon, considering the last two events and more that happened with Stiles.
The young man was useless, they knew it, the whole pack just watched…
The battle with the creature of the night, day or whatever always come at night to bite them, most specifically, Stiles, as the spark, but the pack didn't know that, because Deaton told Stiles that the alphas were the only that need to keep it secret, hidden so the enemy won't know it.
Stiles keeping his word, he didn't say anything, just trying to act normal while he perform his magic.
Even as he has magic, he was the only one that could hear the creatures speak to him in his head, which was worse, because the pack looked at him in funny way. He didn't love the way they are looking at him, so he will give it a pass for now, still he needs to deal with the creature in front of him.
Let us pass, spark.
You know that I can't do that, but I'm giving you a fair warning, if you are not leaving, I can kill you right in that spot.
Stiles stood; he could feel his heartbeat rising as the creature took a swing at him but never touched him.
He missed the look that the pack gave him, Stiles hope that they didn't see the magic as he attacked the creature in front of him, using it to throw the creature away, so he could deal with him later, away from the pack, now it just was too risky to deal with it, the pack didn't know about him being magical.
When the creature was out of sight, he calmed down, even though Derek grabbed him and pinned him over a tree as he asked and looked feral as the rest of the pack was standing and watching, "What was that Stiles? You put the pack in danger, did you know that Lydia and Isaac could be dead right now?"
"You just proved what me and Derek have in mind about you." Scott added, fleshing his red eyes at him.
"Oh really? And what was that exactly?" Stiles asked as he looked at Scott and Derek.
"That all you could do in the battle. You get frozen to the spot and lets us to deal with the creatures. You are just useless, liability. I really had no idea why you are part of our pack at all, all you can do is talk too much, even the research that you are doing, are not good enough. See what happened just now," Scott snarled at him.
"So, what are you saying exactly?" Stiles asked as he tried to get lose from Derek muscular arms over his body.
"We want you out of our pack. You are no use to our pack, at all, don't you agree, Alpha Derek?" Scott told him in his face as he turned to confirm with the other alpha in the pack.
Derek nodded as he looked at Scott first and then over Stiles.
Stiles could feel the knife stabbed him in his heart and twisted as Derek looked at him like that.
That was more hurtful than the kicking out of the pack. Stiles really believed that he and Derek shared something between them, that they had something, since Stiles was in love with him for so long, and Derek was showing interest. But now, it seemed pointless.
"So, is the rest of the pack just agreeing with your decision?" Stiles asked as he looked at every member of the pack.
"We do," Lydia spoke for the pack.
Jackson added asking, "What are you still doing here? You are out of the pack, go away, we are better without you."
No one was sticking up to him, it seemed to Stiles that they were all agreeing with the alphas.
Stiles could feel Derek's arms loosened around him as he took it as cue and walked away from them. "Enjoy fighting and do the research without me then, and you may need to look for another emissary."
With that said, Stiles climbed over the blue jeep and drive away, he knew that he still need to take care of the creature that he sent away with his magic powers.
"What was he means about emissary? I thought that we have one, Deaton," Scott asked Derek.
"Maybe we should make a visit to Deaton to get more answers, Stiles probably just playing with our minds as he is talking like this," Lydia suggested.
"We can do it tomorrow, no need to do it now, besides there are no creatures to fight now, whatever this thing was its long gone," Derek said as he suggested.
"Maybe we can just see a movie, since we don't have a liability around anymore, at least we have some quiet moments," Jackson suggested, as he looked happier.
"That's a great idea, and now for starter Scott can pick a movie since Stiles was always puts something before, we even said anything," Allison said.
Scott kissed her as he couldn't wait to be home with the rest of the pack.
As they arrived at the pack house, they were relieved that Stiles took all things away. They didn't notice that there some books that were missing and all the mountain ash bottles were gone, things that Deaton left while he was in the house, giving them some help, so he would have some as back up in the house.
"Good riddance," Lydia said as she noticed all Stiles' things are gone from their house and added with a smirk, "So, who wants Pizza for our movie night?"
The whole pack raised their hands as they enjoyed the life without the foolish human that brought and attached to trouble and all they needed was to lick their wounds after every attack.
While on the other side of the town, Stiles was having a fight over the creature that he gave it a fair warning.
Once the creature died and vanished through thin air, Stiles could take a moment to himself and relax, before he remembered the pack' harsh words toward him.
He was furious, the magic glow at him and he could see the lightning strike over the town. He could guess which house it was closer to strike, because Stiles was so pissed at the pack.
The lightning struck outside.
It was so powerful as the pack left the movie and watched from the window it striking again. And funny thing that there was no rain, just those two lightnings.
"What was that?" Scott asked as he looked outside. He sighed in relief when the lightning stopped but it was terrifying. It felt so close to hit the house.
"I guess that it will be another mystery to ask Deaton about it," Derek answered.
Stiles rode back to his house that he has with his dad.
"Stiles is everything okay?" the sheriff asked.
"Sure, why it wouldn't be?" Stiles replied with a question as he took the duffle bag with him and walked over his room.
"I don't know, maybe because that you were in the pack house every single day," John replied to his son as he followed him to his room.
"I guess that I'm back here, for now, unless you plan to do something with the house, daddio," Stiles looked at his dad as he puts the duffle bag on the bed.
"No, you are welcome here anytime, son," John said with a smile.
"Are you sure?" Stiles asked, not knowing why his dad being so nice to him of all the sudden.
"Of course, besides, Scott called," John replied.
"O-kay," Stiles wasn't please, but he already figured that his dad preferred Scott on him, considering the lunch that he made them once.
"I've got to go to the pack meeting, are you going to be, okay?" John asked.
"Sure, I might go for a walk or something, don't wait up for me," Stiles replied, his dad answered confirmed what he felt all along.
His dad was pack while he wasn't.
John nodded and left. Not paying attention to look at his son's face before he left, he didn't see the sadness, the hurt.
Stiles decided that it was time to move away. Beacon Hills was holding for him bad memories. He hoped that maybe a new pack would change it, and fill in his broken heart. He just wanted to feel appreciated and wanted. Is that wrong to ask for?
He packed what he really needed as Stiles took some magic books that Deaton gave him, his laptop. But he left his phone behind. He didn't have anyone to call for, his dad was only a pawn in the pack and mostly more useful than he was.
He took the jeep keys and left the house, leaving the front door opened as he left the keys for it in the desk near the door.
Stiles put the jeep into a motion as he drove away, only to stop by Satomi pack.
"What is a lone mage is doing here?" Satomi asked, glowing her red eyes over him with a smile.
"Mage? I'm not a mage, I'm a spark." Stiles left the jeep as he walked closer to her.
"You are a mage and a spark, young man, whoever said that you are only a spark, lied to you," Satomi told him and added, "You are a very powerful Mage,"
"I am?" Stiles asked, feeling surprised that Satomi was the first one to see, what the lack of the alphas less to see.
"You are, and you have no pack? I thought that you are with McCall-Hale pack," Satomi asked.
"They kicked me out of their pack. According to their words I was only, and I'm quoting them, a 'useless, liability, I really has no idea why you are part of our pack at all, all you can do is talk too much, even the research that you are doing, are not good enough,'" Stiles replied.
"Their loss, my gain, if you would like, Mage Stiles," Satomi said, smiling at him.
"I would love to, I love the name, Mage Stiles," Stiles said to her.
Stiles collected his things on the ground before he used his spark to make his jeep as tiny as he could to make it on his keychain, and then he followed her with his things to her pack.
"No one to wait for you at home?" Satomi asked.
"No, my dad preferred the pack over me, after everything that happened because of me in the time that I was possessed by the Nogitsune," Stiles explained.
"So, what are you planning to do?" Satomi asked as she shows him around her place, as he will get to know her betas soon enough.
"I don't know. I sleep on it, maybe an idea will come, and I will know what I should do. But for now, let me enjoy that I'm in your pack, feel that I'm wanted and appreciated," Stiles replied.
"No worries about that, but tomorrow I will need strong wards, the number of creatures that we have in here are large," Satomi told him.
"I know, I dealt with them for the past three months, but there were also kind creatures," Stiles said, he remembered the nice ones that he let through the wards and he hopes to meet with them again.
On the next day, Stiles used his magic to create alter magic that would vanish for thirty days.
The magic touched every person that came in touch with Stiles, those who were still in Beacon Hills, letting them believe that Stiles Stilinski died in car accident and there were no remains, let alone someone that could recognized his face.
Stiles knew that it was for the best to let himself die while he created for himself a new powerful name in the Ito pack.
"Is that done?" Satomi asked him as he finally sat on the floor, looked exhausted.
"It is now," Stiles replied to her.
"So, what should we call you?" Satomi asked, giving him a comfort smile.
"Mage Slaw," Stiles replied, his eyes changed to bright blue as he replied to her.
"Understood, I will let the pack know." Satomi nodded with agreement and then turned to ask him before she left him, "Will you be alright?"
"I will, just need to gather my strength before working on the wards and working on protection for each member of the pack," Stiles replied, saw how worried Satomi looked at him.
"I will see you later and expect you to come to the pack breakfast. Better not be later, knowing my pack they have a very large appetite," Satomi told him with smile and she added, "You also need to eat for gathering your strength. When was the last time that you ate something properly?"
Stiles looked at her. He knew that she was right as he tried to remember when the last time was that he ate something, but nothing came to his mind. He only remembered that he ate his favorite snack, but nothing of a real good meal.
"I'll be there, probably come late, need to sleep a bit," Stiles replied, couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.
"Don't worry about that, Mage Slaw, I can come and wake you up if you won't appear for breakfast. I won't let anyone of my pack starve," Satomi implied, showing him her mother side.
"Thanks, mom," Stiles told her gratefully.
Satomi felt a tear leaving her eye. It had been a while since anyone called her that.
It seemed like Stiles missing his mother and saw her as a fit substitute figure.
"Go to sleep, everything is going to be alright, son," Satomi reassured Stiles, placing her hand over his shoulder and squeezing it lightly as she watched him.
Stiles looked dead on his feet, and now, being part of the Ito pack, Satomi couldn't wait to see him smiling more. The young man needed to see that there was hope now that he was with her pack. When she first found him, the young man looked lost, alone, and a terrible scent followed him – his scent tainted enough that she could feel the sorrow and pain from him.
Stiles nodded as he climbed the bed and, once he rested his head on the pillow, he slept.
While in Beacon Hills
While the sky was clear with no clouds at all, there was several lightnings hitting in different locations of Beacon Hills.
Luckily, no one was hurt.
Derek heard of it, although he almost got hit by one since it almost hit home in the pack house as he heard that there was lightning near the sheriff's house and the police station.
He sighed in relief when no one was hurt. The lightning was so damn close to hit him when he was outside the pack house even with his supernatural senses – so he could only imagine how dangerous things were for the humans.
That night, the sheriff came to their house to tell them the news that he heard from the other station from their neighboring town. He was the first one to let the McCall-Hale pack to know that there was a rumor going on about his son, dead in car accident.
"Wait, Stiles is dead?" Derek asked, not believing to what he was hearing.
He blamed himself for helping kicking Stiles out of the pack, as Scott and the others kept telling him that he made the right choice.
"There's no body?" Scott asked.
"No. According to the rumors, he isn't recognizable, and the blue jeep is a wreck," the sheriff replied as he sat with the pack after he heard the news.
"How are you taking the news?" Scott asked.
"At least he won't kill anyone again," John replied, sighing heavily. He knew that the pack felt the same, but he saw a different look on Derek face. He noticed how shocked Derek looked to him. He was the only one that truly seemed like the rumor of Stiles' death touched him. "Hale, are you okay? You look like you lost someone dear to you."
"I need to be alone for a while," Derek told him and the pack as he left the house.
When Derek left, John asked Scott about him, "Will he be alright?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Give him some time alone and he will come back to his old self," Scott replied. He was pleased that Stiles was gone. He knew that no one would harm his pack now that the danger was gone.
Derek went over the cemetery, watching the tombstones of the ones that he lost in the fire and Laura's, which he added later on the family tombstone. Now, he was making a lone and empty grave for his mate that fell in car accident and away from him.
He howled in sadness, grieving for his lost mate, not knowing how he would survive the days and nights without him, especially knowing that he was the cause that might've driven him to his death.
Derek knew that he failed his mate even though he didn't tell Stiles about that. But he tried to subtly take care of him when he was in the pack. He just couldn't bring himself to tell Stiles how much he meant for him.
He felt a ping on his heart for his loss as he gave one last howl before he collapsed near the empty grave. He knew that he should crave a tombstone for him, but he couldn't do that in that moment. He vowed to himself that he would do it soon.
"What happened to you, nephew?" Peter asked as he came over the cemetery after hearing the howling.
"I lost Stiles. I lost my mate." Derek couldn't hold the tears from falling anymore, he felt his heart broken into pieces.
"How's that happen?" Peter asked. He only came back to Beacon Hills as he heard the desperately sad howling.
"I don't know, I wish that I had answer to it. I made him go away…" Derek continued crying over the grave. He knew that it was his fault. He literally brought it over himself, sending his mate away from the pack. "Me and the pack told him to leave. He endangered the pack in battles in a way that we needed to stop fighting to make sure that he wasn't hurt in the process. He carelessly got some of us hurt in the same process."
Peter looked at his nephew, seeing how devastated he was, and tried to comfort him as much as he could. He knew that Derek's path to survive without the mate will be a long journey ahead of him.
"You are not alone, nephew. I'll try to help you with easing the pain. Too bad that my favorite human is dead, he had such great potential. Where are the others? Didn't they come to pay their respects to Stiles?" Peter asked as he noticed that they were alone in the cemetery
"I don't think that they loved him very much, even his own dad," Derek replied, and added asking him, "Wait, you didn't know that he's dead. Where were you?"
"Oh, well, I was near the Ito pack when I heard your heartbroken howling. I heard that they got themselves a new, powerful member, but I didn't find out who it was."
"Oh, right. Now you can go and find out. Now you know why I made that howl," Derek urged him.
"The Ito pack can wait," Peter waved him off with a bittersweet smile, "besides someone need to patch your broken heart."
"Oh, no, I won't let you to do it again. You tried to do this before, after everything that happened in the fire. I know that you'll try to take the power of the Alpha." Derek flashed his red eyes toward him.
"I won't do that again. I'm just collecting strays and bringing them over your pack," Peter told him, trying to sound convincing, as he added asking, "Where's your emissary?"
"I don't know. I think that he's out of town. Why?"
"Sound suspicious that you left without emissary. What would happen if you found another supernatural creature that came to attack you, and no emissary to protect you?" Peter asked him.
"I don't know, I guess that we would figure it out together," Derek replied.
"Yeah, too bad that you kicked out Stiles and now he is dead, because he was the one that figured everything out and did the research about the creatures," Peter announced, he truly missed Stiles.
Derek remembered Stiles last words to them then, something that he didn't know why Stiles said in the first place.
"What are you thinking about?" Peter asked, noticing something off on his nephew's face.
"I remembered something that Stiles told us before he left," Derek replied.
"Which is?" Peter urged Derek to spill the beans.
"He told us to enjoy fighting and do the research without him, and that we might need to look for another emissary."
"Did you ask Deaton about that?" Peter asked.
"No, I'm afraid that we didn't have the time, and now that he is out of town, I guess that we need to wait till he returns to ask."
"I suppose that you should do it, the sooner that the pack has an emissary, the better are your chances when you face another pack or another creature," Peter suggested to him.
"What should we do now?" Derek asked, staring with lost eyes at his uncle.
"Mourn your mate's death and, hopefully, we will get to know who Ito new pack member is soon," Peter suggested as he replied to his nephew.
"One step at a time, I guess. I still need to carve his tombstone, even though the grave is empty," Derek told him, trying to remember that he is not alone this time.
Even if he lost a piece of his soul and heart, he would get through this.
About two weeks later, the pack was trying to get every member in one piece as they found themselves targeted by the Deadpool, which started without any warning.
Peter walked over to the Hale vault, only to find out that their money had been taken. It apparently had been a heist, and someone was using their money to give it as prizes for those who killed supernatural beings on the list of names.
When Peter killed those who tried to kill Derek first, he found a list in the man's pocket and, later that day, he showed it to the pack.
"I found out the reason why we are being hunted. It's because we are worth this amount of money," Peter said as he watched the list.
C:/ keyword: Erica
Sean Walcott 250
David Walcott 250
Michael Walcott 250
Christina Walcott 250
Lydia Martin 20
Scott McCall 25
Demarco Montana 250
Derek Hale 15
Carrie Hudson 500
Kayleen Bettcher 250
Kira Yukimura 6
Elias Town 250
"A supernatural hit-list. But what are the numbers? Thousands or millions? What are we worth?" Derek asked his uncle.
Peter punched the wall. The realization of why their money was stolen hit him: it was used to fund the Deadpool.
That wasn't good.
"Do you remember the heist?" Peter asked.
"The money that was taken from Hale Vault? Yes. So?" Lydia asked, not knowing what Peter is meaning by it.
"It's our money. We had up to 117 million dollars. I have a feeling that it's being used to fund the assassination to kill us," Peter replied. He wasn't happy. Not at all. He was furious.
"I guess that it's best for us to help each other from getting killed," Scott suggested to the pack.
"Wait. So how much are you worth?" Allison asked, noticed the number of Scott is somehow on the top.
"Is that mean that I worth 25 million?" Scott asked.
"Yes, I suppose you are. For the true alpha," Derek confirmed.
"We are going to have long days and nights ahead of us. With the Deadpool, everyone will want us death so they can claim the money," Scott told to his pack with concern in his eyes.
"But how does one tell if they really killed? Who is the one to confirm?" Jackson asked, seemed fazed by the whole situation.
"A Banshee," Peter replied, catching Lydia's attention as he told her, "You are the only one that can tell if someone is dead. The screaming is like a confirmation. Only a banshee could see the future and tell if someone died."
"Then why am I worth less than Scott?" Lydia asked.
"You should know your power, you are still new to this," Derek replied and Peter nodded in agreement.
"I suppose that we should do a pack meeting to lick our wounds and recollect ourselves in a matter of saving our lives," Scott said.
The pack agreed.
While on Ito pack land, near Beacon Hills.
The pack heard rumors of assassins that killed supernatural creatures.
"I need to check the wards to see if there's no damage to them," The mage called, and then added, "If you intend to leave the pack land, you need to let me know so I'll recheck if you have protection. I'm sure that the Alpha doesn't you to getting killed, and it's my job now to protect the pack. Do you understand?"
The pack nodded and watched the mage break the wards and create new, stronger ones, so that nothing could break through them. It was important for the mage to keep his pack in one piece. The Ito was now also his family, and he attempted to keep it that way.
"You need to rest too, Mage Slaw. If you fall in the middle of a fight because you over exhausted yourself, you won't do us any good. You need to remember that," Satomi reminded him.
"I know, but you are important to me," the mage told her, smiling to himself, happy to finally feel like he is part of a pack after so long being rejected.
"Well, so far only one list is out, as far as we know," Satomi said.
"I have a feeling that it's not over yet. If there's one list, then there might be more, and it might backfire on us," the mage told her with sincerity in his voice.
"Let's hope for the best then," Satomi replied with a cautious smile.
"I really hope that we don't get any surprises," the mage told her and then promptly started working on protection spells to save the pack from the unknown supernatural hit-list. He wants to avoid whoever it is that seeks death.
While in Beacon Hills…
Deaton back and was welcomed by the McCall-Hale, that informed him of what happened to Stiles.
"Wait a minute," Deaton said, trying to get the knowledge of what happened. But their voices were still on high note, and it seemed that the pack already forgot that he was there with them. "Shut up!"
The pack went silent, making Deaton sigh in relief. Now he could hope to get more answers about Stiles.
"That's better. Scott, would you mind telling me exactly why Stiles was kicked from the pack in the first place?"
"I thought it was obvious, considering how he got himself into trouble in first place. He didn't do anything and it caused the members of my pack to get hurt," Scott replied, like it was something the vet should know about it.
"How exactly did he get the pack hurt?" Deaton didn't seem convinced.
"By doing nothing. He only stood there, frozen, as a supernatural creature came near him. He almost got my girlfriend hurt," Scott replied. "Again."
"You said 'almost'. That means that she didn't get hurt," Deaton told him harshly.
"Do you have a reasonable reason why you kicked Stiles from your pack or was it attached to the Nogitsune?" Deaton knew that the pack had some issues with Stiles after he got cured from the evil spirit, but he didn't think it would get this far.
"It's not their fault, Alan. My son let the evil spirit inside of him. The pack is not at fault, my son is. And he is dead now, so no one will get hurt," the sheriff told the vet.
"Well, I suppose that you lost the best thing that could put more leverage in your pack," Deaton told them, and added, "I trained him to be your next emissary, he should be the one to replace me. But now you lost him for good."
"Wait, what?" Scott asked and the rest of pack only kept staring at the vet including, Derek and Peter. Everyone seemed shocked.
"Emissary? I didn't see him in action, not that he said anything about it in the first place," Scott murmured loudly and he added, "I thought that he would brag about it, to have magic and all."
"I told him not to. Nevertheless, you have eyes, you could see it while using your eyes and you chose not to," Alan told them.
"He is right, you know," Peter said, and added, "It all depends on how you chose to see Stiles after he got possessed. I mean, when was the last time that he had a friend, someone to talk to?"
"You weren't there, you don't know what happened after he got cured," Lydia pointed it out.
"Yeah, because if I was, I wouldn't let that happen in the first place. I'm always using my eyes to see what's right in front of me. You failed in that. So how do you think anyone would want to trust you with their life on the line?" Peter asked.
"Well, he is dead now," Jackson blurted, "so there is no need to think it over."
Deaton could feel tears burning against his eyelids and he couldn't stop them from leaving his eyes.
"Are you crying for him? He didn't deserve anyone to cry over him! He was evil, and good riddance that he is dead!" Scott told to the veterinarian. He didn't feel anything besides disgust toward Stiles – not anymore.
"Why shouldn't I?" The vet asked him and looked at the pack, wondering if the sheriff felt any love or loss toward his dead son.
"He's not your son, Deaton. He is nobody's son. He was a killer, and that's how he will be remembered," the sheriff replied to him, and the pack by his side seemed to agree with him.
Deaton swallowed the lump in his throat, wiping his bitter tears since no one seemed to care about Stiles's death. Deaton looked at the floor, trying to overcome the loss overwhelming his heart before he spoke again.
"That makes me wonder what caused him to get killed in the first place," Deaton mumbled sarcastically.
"Are you accusing them of that?" the sheriff asked.
"I'm not accusing anyone, just saying what's on my mind," Deaton replied, not knowing how the sheriff took all of this so easily, taking the pack's side more than his own dead son.
"I think that I should pay a visit to the Ito pack. I heard that they have a powerful new member," Deaton added.
"I think that I will join you, if you'll have me. I was on the way there but came back when I heard Derek's howling," Peter said, nodding at him.
"What are we supposed to do then?" Derek asked them.
"Try to live. There's a hit list on you," Peter replied.
"You heard him. Just watch each other's backs and watch your own if you are alone," Scott ordered.
About twenty minutes later, Malia found a paper. It was different from the first list, but she handed it over Scott.
"We have a new list," Scott alerted the pack.
"Wait, why is my aunt's name mentioned? I thought that she was dead," Allison mumbled.
"I guess that we will get there. For now, we need to let Parrish know and to figure out what kind of supernatural he is," Scott told her.
"Deputy Parrish," the sheriff called through the radio, but there was no reply sound that came from the other man. "I'll go and check in the station, while you kids take care of each other. Don't get killed."
C:/ keyword: Aiden
Kate Argent 15
Noshiko Yukimura 5
Joanne Mclaughlin 1
Steve Grace 1
Tom Hill 1
Brett Talbot 1
Richard Benefield 250
Jack Marsland 250
Joy Waldrop 250
Cheryl Calix 250
Jordan Parrish 5
Later that night, the sheriff called and let them know that Parrish was alive, but they needed to cover each other's backs.
"Where's the newbie?" Jackson asked, as he didn't see the new beta, Liam Dunbar.
"He is training, he has some anger issues," Scott replied to him.
"I guess that I should be next to him. I can paralyze him in seconds so he won't hurt anyone," Jackson suggested.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Scott let him knows.
Jackson scoffed. He knew that he could take anyone. He was a powerful hybrid: half Kanima, half werewolf.
"He will beat you to it. He is faster and stronger. I wouldn't be surprised if his name was added to the list if more names came up," Scott added.
At the Ito Pack.
"Mage Slaw, there has been a couple of more lists, and your name in one of them, including our Alpha," Lorilee Rohr said, catching the attention of the pack.
"What?" Stiles asked, and took the papers from Lorilee's hand, his eyes catching both his name and Satomi's.
"Now, they will know that I'm alive. There will be no denying in that. But I need to us to stay close. I really don't wish us to lose anymore members," The mage declared. Stiles knew that members that weren't under his protection were killed by assassins that want to collect money for their heads.
"We need to unite with other packs. This is the battle of our lives," Satomi said as she looked over the mage.
As they reached to Beacon Hills, the Ito pack met with Deaton and Peter, who seemed surprised to see Stiles alive and well.
"We thought that you died," Deaton said.
Stiles sighed, he knew that this day would come. If it wasn't for the Deadpool, he could stay with Ito pack – his pack – longer, but there wasn't much of it left.
"I thought that it was for the best, considering how the pack felt like I was better off dead, including my dad," Stiles answered with heavy heart.
"Not everyone," Peter told him and elaborated, "I was on the way to the Ito pack when I heard that you had a powerful new member, but a sad and heartbreaking howling cut my visit to you. It was Derek. He cried when the rumors of your death came into the town."
"Why would he have cried for me? He was the one that pinned me into the tree, agreeing with the pack about my future," Stiles pointed his finger over Peter. He was still angry with his ex-pack.
"You are his mate. You are mates, Stiles," Peter replied.
Stiles scoffs. "Well, he has a funny way to show it."
While in Beacon Hills, in the sheriff's house…
"Did you look at the new list?" Lydia asked.
"Is that the new beta name?" Scott asked.
"Hey, my name is Liam," Liam replied, his eyes been flashing gold over his alpha.
The sheriff looked at the list. He didn't know why his son's name was in the list in the first place, since he was dead, just like his wife.
"Why is my son's name in the list?" John asked.
"Wait, do you think that Stiles is alive?" Lydia asked and looked at the pack.
"Who is Stiles?" Liam asked.
"Why is he worth more than I am? I'm the true Alpha." Scott looked indignant at the mere idea of being worth less than Stiles.
"We all know that, alphaness," Jackson snickered at him.
"Great word play, Jackson," Lydia chuckled and punched him lightly on the shoulder.
"I suppose that he is special or has some kind of supernatural ability. Or maybe he was just possessed by the evil spirit and that possibly counts for something," Kira pointed it out, since no one did.
C:/ keyword: Derek
Satomi Ito 10
Mieczysław Stilinski 35
Malia Hale 4
Liam Dunbar 3
Meredith Walker 1
Liz Moore 1
Patrick Clark 1
Bree Leverett 250
Kaitlyn Schaar 250
Genevive Cary 250
Angelique Fain 250
Lorilee Rohr 250
Brittani Kegley 250
"So, what are we going to do?" Kira asked. She knew that they needed to stop the supernatural hit-list.
"You and Lydia can try to figure it out how to stop this madness. I heard that Ito pack lost lots of their pack due to the assassins, and we do not need it to happen to our pack as well, do we?" Scott replied and glanced at each and every one of them.
"How do we do that?" Kira asked, not knowing how she and Lydia would stop the Deadpool. But she was glad that Scott trusted her enough to stop it. They could be declared Heroes for saving the supernatural from getting hit.
"You'll figure it out, you're both very smart," Scott replied praising them, and then he added, "The sheriff and us will try to save the others from getting killed."
"You are going to need all the help that you can get," Peter told to the pack as he entered the house with Deaton and the Ito pack behind him.
Derek was the first one to notice a strong scent that prickled his nose.
Stiles.
"Stiles," Derek called out. He wanted to howl for his mate, but the environment in the house was stiffy as he called his mate's name. "You're alive!"
"Someone has been killing my pack members and, since we lost many of them, my alpha suggested that we help you," Stiles said, only looking at his alpha, ignoring the others.
"How would you help us? Did you kill the Ito pack, so now you want to kill us as well?" Jackson taunted Stiles, his blue eyes flashing toward him.
"That's enough!" Satomi called, her eyes flashing red over Jackson, and she added pointed toward the alphas, "How dare you let your pack act like this towards my mage?"
That left the pack members looking at each other, not knowing which mage she was refering to. Stiles was not a mage, he was a killer. Everyone saw it, even Stiles' dad.
"He is not a mage, just a useless human and a killer," Scott mocked Stiles while talking to Satomi, flashing his bright red eyes toward her.
"Don't you dare talk about my mage like that!" Satomi was angry, no wonder why Stiles wanted to fake his own death – his ex-pack despised him.
"Anyone that comes near to our mage is dead," Lorilee called out and moved to stand in front the mage to protect him.
"Scott, that's enough!" Derek called. He knew what he should've done after Stiles was possessed but he let it slide, and now it was his chance to make amends and rebuild the bridge with Stiles. "You went too far. All of you. I know that I did too, and I admit to it, but it's enough now."
"You brought him over here, don't blame us when you drop dead," Scott said, flashing his red eyes and added, "He is the cause for death and you know that."
With that, McCall left, and the rest of the pack followed him, leaving behind the Ito pack, Derek, Peter and Deaton.
"I knew that it was the bad idea." Stiles sat on the floor. "I'm sorry, Satomi. Maybe I am the cause for all of this after all."
"You are not the cause for this, Stiles. You are very powerful and smart," Satomi reminded him, placing her arm over Stiles's shoulder to comfort him.
"We better follow them. I have a hunch that they ambush us and we need to get it over with," Stiles told them.
"Kira and Lydia were assigned by Scott to find and put a stop to the Deadpool," Derek let Stiles know about it.
Stiles nodded and left the house as his werewolves followed him out.
Apparently, Scott McCall and his pack went over to what once was Derek's loft instead of to the pack house because they believed that it was safe.
"What are you doing here?" Scott snarled at Stiles.
"Saving your asses. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that the battle will start soon, and it will take place over here, since you already picked this place. Is the pack house not good enough for you?" Stiles asked, his eyes flashed red at the other alpha.
"Stiles, your eyes are red," Peter thought to let the young mage know about that.
Stiles didn't pay attention to him; he was more focused on keep the packs in one piece and tried not to get in the crossfire as soon as the shooting begun.
The packs were in positions, ready to attack while Stiles flew above them and tried to use his powers over the soldiers, more focused on saving the others than on protecting himself. Stiles used the air power to knock off one soldier who tried to shoot at Satomi, and then he switched to earth power to knock several soldiers who tried to kill Derek and Peter.
His eyes had been changing from one color to another during all this time.
Stiles didn't pay attention as one of the assassins that came to the area pointed an arrow at him while he used his powers to save others. He didn't hear the whoosh of the arrow and only felt the pain of it hitting his chest.
Stiles fell on the floor with a thud.
"STILES!" Derek shouted as he ran over him, fearing that he would lose him again.
"MAGE SLAW!" Satomi called as she came closer to protect them.
Stiles was down, blood started sipping from the wound as the arrow was still stuck to his chest.
"Is he dead?" Deaton asked, not knowing if for now the mage was really dead, but he feared for the worst.
"I don't know. I barely hear any breaths, but his chest is moving up and down, how's that possible?" Peter asked while he watched his nephew hold the fallen mage.
"Is it over?" Derek asked.
Scott was ripping apart a soldier but stopped when a buzzing sound came over. He pulled out the phone from the soldier and showed to him what it said.
"THE BENEFACTOR: ALL CONTRACTS TERMINATED."
"It's over," McCall said, but didn't even look at Derek to see the fall and death of his ex-friend, Stiles.
"Get him to my office!" Deaton called. They needed to hurry if they wanted to save Stiles.
"Ah… Deaton, I don't think that it's necessary," Derek told him.
They watched as the arrow pulled out from Stiles' chest with a thud on the floor, and the wound that it left on Stiles' chest closed on itself.
"The spark saved his life, but he's still far away from full recovery," Alan told them. He was amazed of the great power that Stiles had in him.
"I think that he is going to need the rest," Derek said and then he added as he looked at his uncle, "We should bring him over to the preserve. The Nemeton could empower his magic."
"Time is wasting, go," Deaton urged them.
After they left, Deaton looked at Satomi. He was glad that she took the survivor under her wings to protect them for what would be coming next.
"Are they going to protect the mage?" Satomi asked, worried. Stiles felt like her son to her when he was with the pack.
"Yes, they are. Will you be going to be okay?" Deaton asked.
"I will," Satomi replied and then she added, pointed over the McCall' pack, "They are not the pack that I expected, even Stiles' dad. No wonder he craved to belong somewhere better."
"Now that I know the reasons, I will deal with them," Deaton told her.
Before Satomi left with her pack she said, "Stiles' eyes were red. He was meant to be an alpha, and he is a strong one. I guess that, eventually, he wouldn't need the McCall pack after all."
"That's a good point. Now, I'm sure that everyone will want to be in his pack, the most powerful alpha and a mage," Deaton confirmed.
Deaton could feel Scott McCall's eyes piercing at him, but he ignored the alpha. For Deaton, Scott failed as an alpha. The young alpha used the power of True Alpha to show off – he wasn't a leader; Stiles was.
"I won't be in his pack," Jackson spattered angrily as he looked over his alpha, who only agreed with a nod to him.
"Well, you don't have to," Deaton said and then he added, "As far as I see it, his pack will only grow as the true alpha and Mage becomes known. He wouldn't need your help, but I'm sure that you are going to be the ones that will need his help, Alpha McCall."
"Why would I want his help?" Scott asked.
"Originally, Stiles was supposed to be in your pack. But considering the latest events, you have no emissary, less alone a spark, in your pack," Deaton replied.
"But you are our emissary, are you not?" Scott asked.
"I'm retired, Scott. Besides I don't think that you'll hear me out and do exactly as I advise you to, so I'm not use to you," Alan Deaton replied, ignoring the sheriff glaring at him in the background.
"But you've got to do something, it's your pack," the sheriff added and stood next to the alpha.
"Like you did, Sheriff?" Alan asked him. He was furious of the way that Stiles had been ignored by his own dad, less along talk to him from what he heard.
"That's not up to you, Deaton," the sheriff puts his finger over the vet as he replied to him, and added, "Stiles is not your son!"
"Not yours too, at least not anymore," Alan told him and then he added, "You might've physically lost your wife, but considering the today's events, you lost your own son too."
Near the Nemeton…
"Where are you taking me?" Stiles asked weakly. He knew that he was being taken by the werewolf, he didn't need to open his eyes to see that it was Derek.
"To the Nemeton. Deaton told us that the Nemeton would help you heal," Derek's soft voice answered to him.
"Take me home," Stiles requested.
"And where is your home, Mage Slaw?" Peter asked him.
"You are right, I don't have a home. I only had one." He thought about it before he spoke. "My last home was in the Ito pack, but now I don't have any home and I don't want to see the McCall pack at their home. Is your old house still standing?" Stiles remembered as he asked and opened his eyes, looking at the werewolves.
"It's old and we haven't cleaned it recently. Are you sure that you want to stay there?" Peter asked. He noticed how pale the mage in front of him was. "The Nemeton could heal you, Mage Slaw, you look like you are going to faint in no time."
"No, I can feed from the Nemeton from everywhere, I don't need to be close to the Nemeton for that," Stiles replied and added with a suggestion, "I just need some rest and then I can help you to clean the old Hale house."
"Are you sure? I don't want you waking up with a broken back. The place is not fitted for everyone," Derek told him.
"Oh, that's sweet, sourwolf, but don't worry about me, I'll be fine," Stiles told him with a smile, thinking it was endearing that Derek was genuinely worried about him, even after kicking him out of the pack.
Derek lowered him when they reached the old Hale house, and Stiles picked the sofa as he poured his magic to work. He changed it for a comfy bed in the middle of living room, made sure that he had everything clean on it before he spread over the bed and closed his eyes, leaving the werewolves dumbstruck.
"But where are we going to sleep?" Peter asked.
Derek just smiled as he sat and watched his mate sleeping like the world is on fire. "Oh, shut it, Peter, you are not even looked tired."
"But he could sleep for the whole day," Peter pointed out.
"He might, and we can handle it. Who knows what changes he will do the house tomorrow," Derek replied to him, his eyes never leaving his mate, as he added, "Try to find for yourself a comfy place to rest, we will deal with things tomorrow, uncle."
On the next day, Stiles woke up, stretching, feeling refreshed and whole power pumped as he turned around and noticed the werewolves sleeping around the bed.
And they were snoring.
Stiles laughed. He thought that he would never see the day, but now it was true. He still had an urge to punch Derek in the face after everything that he did to him, but it could wait for now. Stiles waved his hand as he set a silver plate with breakfast and a hot coffee next to it on the bed. He knew that the smells might wake the werewolves, he would love to see their faces, so he could treat them in the same way.
Peter and Derek woke up from the coffee smell that got in their nose buds and stared at Stiles as he devoured the drink and then dig in his food.
"Oh, you've finally woken up," Stiles said as he put a piece of the omelet in his mouth.
"What about us?" Peter asked, his eyes were locked on the food and the coffee because, damn, it smelled like it came from a five-star restaurant. "Did you steal it?"
Derek continued looking at him mate with an awe but couldn't make a move to sit next to him on the bed.
"I borrowed it. I was hungry. I bet that you two are hungry too," Stiles replied, making a face to Peter while addressing Derek to sit on the bed, next to him.
"Where would I sit? On the floor?" Peter asked, not pleased by the way that Stiles was treating him.
Stiles grinned at him and then he waved his hand around him, providing to Peter place to sit and waved another time, which brought him food and a drink.
"Thank you, Mage Slaw," Peter gratefully said and looked at Stiles with a smile.
Stiles then turned over to Derek, asking, "Why are you not eating?"
"I'm just happy that you are alive. But if you will save me a slice, then maybe I can eat," Derek replied, smiling at him, just glad that Stiles was alive and kicking.
"Why didn't you say so?" Stiles asked and waved, plate of food and coffee were beside Derek in no time.
"So, what are your plans after food?" Peter asked as he continued biting the food. He was still amazed of Stiles' power.
"I want for you to come with me. I need to show you something, if that's okay with you, Stiles," Derek suggested. He knew that he would need to do lots of groveling, and he's okay with it. Derek almost lost Stiles twice, he was not daring to lose him another time – twice was more than enough for him already.
"Is everything okay with you, sourwolf?" Stiles asked, noticing that the werewolf went quiet after he suggested it. He saw Derek frowning and he barely touched his food.
"I'm fine," Derek replied and then he added almost whispering that only Peter heard him, "I almost lost you twice."
"I'm okay, Derek. Now, you better eat your food," Stiles told him with a smile.
When they finished eating, Peter watched them leaving as he wandered outside the house, trying to keep himself busy until they were back.
Derek led Stiles over the cemetery.
He pointed him over to the empty grave before he spoke, "I dug the grave with my own hands when I first heard that you died. I almost lost it, but Peter found me." Stiles walked over to him when he noticed Derek kneeling besides the empty grave and put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. But before he could say anything, Derek added, "You are my mate, and I failed in protecting you. I let… I kicked you out from the pack. I'm so sorry."
Stiles knelt beside him. "It's not completely your fault, but you have lots of making up to do to me," he told him with a small smile and then he added asking, "Where you the only one to dig a grave or did my dad help you?"
"Your dad wasn't around, it was only me, I'm sorry. I love you Stiles, and I know that I failed in protecting you." Derek replied as he lowered his head, tears slipping from his green eyes, crying over the empty grave, feeling so drained from the last day's events, the image of Stiles dying on his hands stuck in his mind.
"You were the only that cared. So thank you, Derek. I really didn't know that I had an ally, I believed that after the Nogitsune everyone just wished that I'd died when the Nogitsune died," Stiles told him, not understanding why the werewolf was crying. But he will let him cry it out, figuring that his mate needed it, because who knew when the last time was that Derek cried and let himself be vulnerable.
"It's okay," Stiles hugged Derek as the werewolf cried on his shoulder, "Take all the time that you need. We are in no hurry."
Stiles can sense that there is still something wrong with Derek. So he brushed his hand over Derek's face, trying to ease whatever was in his mind.
"And if you say something about the creepy wolf, don't bother, I'm sure that he is around watching us. He won't let anyone to harm us," Stiles tried to reassure his mate. Stiles had a feeling that Peter was lurking in the shadow, watching them from afar. The old man felt the need to be around power. And Stiles already had a plan, since Peter seemed to want to be in his pack, and not McCall's. Stiles looked over the area, nodding when he found someone looking at him. He was right in his assumption, Peter was bored and followed them along. At least it wasn't his dad or the McCall Pack. "Take all the time that you need, Derek, I'm here, I'm not leaving you."
"Thank you, for being here with me," Derek wiped the tears away. He was still within an arm's reach as Stiles braced him on his back, but he needed to see his mate as he added, "when the rumor of your death arrived, I almost lost my mind in this cemetery. And then, watching you get hit by that arrow…" His lips quivered. "You weren't breathing for five minutes. I truly believed that you died, those five minutes felt like time froze and it was more than five minutes to me, I couldn't… you died and I couldn't do anything to save you, not even taking the pain. You were dead, and all I want to do was to rip the man's heard after he shot arrow at you, but I couldn't, I need to be near you…"
"It's okay, I'm fine, alive and kicking," Stiles reassured him and then he added when he looked at Derek's green eyes, "It's not your fault. I'm still alive and you are not getting rid of me, do you hear me?"
Derek nodded, and Stiles hugged him.
Stiles knew that he had hard work ahead of him while making sure that his mate knew that he was next to him in any part of the way, to know that it was never his fault.
But for now, he would let him do whatever he needs. Derek needed to heal his soul first, and then he could take time for some other needs.
"Come on, sourwolf, let me get you into the shower, you're certainly going to need one," Stiles stood and helped the werewolf to stand, and then he looked over the shadow where he believed that he saw Peter and called, "Come out, come out, wherever you are, creepy wolf! I know that you are around."
Derek glanced surprisedly at Stiles. He even didn't realize that his uncle was around, he was too busy sharing his feeling, crying his soul out to Stiles.
"Don't worry about it, he means no harm. Beside he is way more bark than bite, kind of like a guard dog," Stiles reassured Derek with a gentle smile.
"Hey, I'm got a guard dog," Peter exclaimed as he came closer to Derek and Stiles.
"I know, but it's good to see you around. Why you couldn't stay put in the old Hale house?" Stiles asked.
"I was bored."
"Nice try," Stiles told him, flashing his red eyes toward him and he added, "Something that you would like to share with us?"
"All right, fine." Peter scoffed and added after he looked at Stiles and ignored the shock look upon his nephew's face, "Witches, kelpies and some other creatures that I cannot recognized are waiting outside the house, I think that they were searching for you."
"See, that wasn't too hard," Stiles taunted him with a bright smile as he walked hand in hand with Derek.
Peter followed them, not knowing how Stiles knew about it in the first place. He could tell that his nephew didn't know about it either, by the look of his face.
"With great power comes great responsibility!" Stiles said.
"Wait, is that from Batman again?" Derek asked, remembering how Erica called Stiles 'Batman' all the time.
"Nope, Spider-Man," Stiles replied as he turned to look at him, and then he added, "It's something that I learned recently, since I could feel my power growing. I know about balance, and I'm working the power the same way. I need to keep it balance, after all, we don't need another DARACH, do we?"
"No, one was way more than enough," Peter replied and Derek nodded in agreement.
"Good, I'll do the talking anyway, you wouldn't understand. So when we get there, just wait for me inside, okay?" Stiles asked, guided them, as he could see the bright light in the path to the old Hale house.
"Are you sure? We can always help you," Derek asked, not feeling secure to see his mate alone with those creatures while he wasn't able to assist him.
"I am sure, I've dealt with the creatures before," Stiles replied, confident as his red eyes flashing toward his mate and Peter.
"Okay, but I'll watching you. Twice was enough for me, and you know it," Derek reminded him.
"I know, and I promise you that nothing is going to happen, okay?" Stiles cupped Derek's face, staring at his green eyes, he could see tears glistering. He knew that Derek was fighting not to cry as he asked, "Do you trust me?"
Derek nodded and then answered, "With my body and soul, I trust you,"
"Good, that's what I needed to hear." Stiles kissed him on the cheek, and then motioned Peter to take him. He stood watching his mate gets inside the house and then he turned around, facing the creatures with no fear in his brown, piercing eyes. He knew that they would come, he had easy hunches now that he was the powerful mage that everyone heard about.
Stiles smiled when he saw them standing before him. Of course Peter wouldn't know the difference between kelpies and pixies. Good thing that Stiles knows what they really want.
Stiles figured that Peter didn't know that there were several creatures, and the kelpies more likely came from the water source, most likely a shape-shifting spirit. Meanwhile, pixies can be evil, but some could be good, like the family that he helped to pass the wards. Stiles knew that he will need to teach the old dog some new tricks when it's concerning the creatures in day, night, lake and whatever that he came across to.
I heard that you were looking for me. I'm here. What it is that you need?
I think that I'm speaking for whole of us, the witch replied as she looked around the group before she added, We want to be in your pack.
Are you sure? Because I will have rules, and you are not exactly fond of following rules, are you?
We want you as our leader. You are powerful, even more than the druid that run the town. We can help you if you let us join the pack.
Stiles looked at them, observing, and noticed that the witch that once threatened him didn't have any medallion like the other witches. Stiles figured that she might rule them, and then he saw the pixies and turned to question them.
I remember you, weren't you were the one that ask permission to walk through?
I am, and thank you for letting us through. Thank you for letting my daughter in for school proposes. We also want to join your pack.
Derek watched from the window, he could hear no words as he looked at his uncle, and asked, "Why doesn't he say anything?"
"Derek, he doesn't need to. He is a mage, a very powerful one, he can talk to them through his mind, his hands, and when it's needed, his mouth," Peter replied.
"It makes sense now." Derek felt so foolish as realization dawned upon him. He could see a scene in his mind, remembering before they kicked Stiles from the pack. "He spoke to them, we believed that he just froze and did nothing."
"See, nephew, there's sense to anything you want, you just need to be there, watching your mate, listening to him," Peter told him with a smile.
Derek nodded and they kept watching from the window.
If you want to be in my pack, it will have to be under my rules. My aim is keeping the balance. When there's no balance, there's only chaos and then we need to pick up the pieces. If you want to join me, you'll have understand that you need to follow my orders, do you understand?
We want to join you, our daughter trusts you, and so do we.
Stiles looked around, focused his look back over the witches, they were the only one that not seemed to like his way, but they still wanted to join him.
So, what's your answer?
We will join. Tell us what do next.
Take the medallion and throw it away. You are free, all of you are free. But as pack leader, when a threat comes to town, you will let me speak first, and whatever I decide, you will do as I say. We don't need accidents around here. Pranks are allowed, but let me know if you do, I want to join you.
Whatever you need, Mage Slaw. Or should I call you, Stiles?
Whatever you call me, I will always listen and not judge you by your past. I've been there, I know how it's feels like to be judged by one thing that happened to you. Go now, I will see you later. Today, I need to be with my mate.
They nodded and left him alone.
Stiles sighed heavily before he entered inside the house. He hoped that the werewolves would easily adapt to the changes that he is making in the pack. He knew all about the balance and, now, Stiles would do anything that his power as a mage allowed to play around it, to keep the balance.
"What did they want?" Derek asked.
"Want to join my pack. It seems like I'm going to be very popular in the area," Stiles replied, smiling widely.
Derek could see his eyes sparking from joy. "What do you need us to do?"
"Peter, when they come back, best way is to knock on the door and I'll be here. There's no need to barge in the room," Stiles turned over Peter, and then he turned over his mate, "Come along, sourwolf, the bed is calling my name and yours."
Peter was about to argue about something but stopped in his place as he could see lots of things started appearing around him. They were brand new, all the darkened floors, walls, even rooms, large rooms as he walked around, they were replaced like they were painted in white, like a touch of a mage in the house that left an imprint.
The house renovated as Stiles lead Derek over to the master bedroom. His hand brushed the walls, giving the pack house his touch, and he didn't forget about the Hales, making sure that in any room there's mark, tattooed H on the ceiling.
When Derek opened the door, he looked amazed by the sight. He noticed the big chandelier candles in the middle or the room, hanging from the ceiling. He could see the H marked on it, and the bed was large, covered by blue sheets.
"Stiles, did you do all that?" Derek asked, he was still amazed by what he saw.
"I am still doing it," Stiles replied and walked closer at him, "This is my pack home now, and your family will always be remembered. Anyone that wants to join the pack will see the H on the ceiling and will know who lived before us in the house."
"Have you finished with the magic?" Derek asked, he didn't want to interrupt Stiles with his magic.
"I did now, why?" Stiles replied and asked him, noticing how his mate was happy.
Derek hugged Stiles and couldn't stop thanking him for doing this to him.
"It's quite alright, sourwolf," Stiles reassured to him and he added asking, "Why won't you go to refresh yourself first and then I'll join you?"
"There's a bathroom in here?" Derek asked, seemed excited for a moment as he hurried over the bathroom and removed his clothes.
"Of course, everything for my mate," Stiles replied, laughing as he started to peal clothes from his body.
He could see Derek drooling over his chest. "Go, I'll join you soon. Make sure that the water is hot, okay?"
Derek hurried after his shower in the bathroom. He was amazed by the stuff that he found there. Stiles was definitely taking care of him, he needed to make sure that he was there for him too. The young man grew so fast since the last events, and without a father figure, he learned fast to adjust to the environment.
Stiles leaned on the door frame, watching his naked mate washing himself. He was so glad that he didn't use the magic to put a curtain. His eyes glowed as he looked over the water and over his beautiful muscular mate body.
"The water is freezing," Derek said all of sudden and glanced around the room as he felt that he wasn't alone, only to see his mate with his blue eyes glowing at him, standing naked as Stiles leaned on the door frame. "Stiles, do you have power on water as well?"
"Umm… sorry, did you say anything?" Stiles asked, his eyes changed to his original color, to hazel as he walked over Derek and joined him into the shower.
"The water is freezing, by the way," Derek replied. "Is that why your eyes turned into bright blue?"
"I don't know, I always figured that blue eyes goes after the people that I killed as in your culture, but I guess I'm wrong," Stiles replied, noticing how his mate rotated the shower head away from his head, afraid that the freezing water would fall on him.
"I never saw it for the way that you killed people. Your eyes are changing for the element that you use your magic. And besides, they are beautiful, as you are," Derek reassured him, and then he added, "Now would you please use your power to warm the water?"
"Why? I think that I am needing the cold water. Have you looked at your body recently? Do you know how smoking hot you are?" Stiles asked, his mouth opened as he stared at Derek with hungry eyes.
"No, well I'm not the only one that standing next to me, hot, and damn, the way that your eyes changed, your attitude, I want you so badly, Mage Slaw," Derek confided as he moved Stiles over the freezing water, knowing that it will change to warm water soon as Stiles will be under the touch of the water.
"Don't worry, sourwolf, I always collect what's mine. But for now, I need you as my mate, and lots of sleep. Let me wash you first," Stiles suggested.
"Are you sure? I wouldn't mind washing you first."
"Oh, believe me, I'm sure," Stiles smiled, and added, "Don't forget that I have you all to myself. I never thought that this day will come, so I am glad that I 'fake my death'."
Stiles punched him which caught the wolf out of guard as he looked at his mate.
"This is for pinning and kicking me out of the pack," Stiles told him angry, and then he punched him twice more, and added, "And this, because I have feelings for you, and that hurts when you act like this."
Derek replied, "I deserved that, and I'm sorry for do that for you,"
Stiles stood on his toes and kissed Derek, "You are wolf, I bet you are already healed from my punches."
"Like nothing happened," Derek told him softly.
"You are so damn hot," Stiles pointed it out as he looked at his mate's face.
"I love you, Stiles," Derek told him, leaning down to kiss him between the drizzling water.
They laughed and play a little in the shower, washing each other and leaving water on the floor, but all of that wiped out as soon as Stiles used his magic like nothing had happened.
"I will get you for that," Derek chuckled and teased his mate. He would leave it for another time, he could see how tired Stiles was, even fighting to keep his eyes open. Derek was the one that turned the water off as he urged his mate outside the shower. "Come along, Stiles, I need to dry us up and put you in bed, preferably next to me."
"-for the best…" Stiles said, slurring the words as Derek held him.
Stiles slept over him, and Derek dried him out, making sure that his mate was warm before drying himself. Derek placed him softly under the blanket and then he joined him, holding Stiles close to his chest, his arms covering the mage like his life depended on it as he sniffed his hair. He observed Stiles' face before he kissed him on the forehead and closed his eyes, the smile never leaving his face as he slept.
Peter was smiling. He could hear them snoring but gave them all the space that they would surely need. He could deal with the creatures on his own, but he knew that he also could call for Stiles to come. But for now, there was no rush, he got everything that he needed.
On the next morning, as soon as Derek woke up, he started kissing his mate. He wanted to recollect Stiles' smell, touch, everything.
"Derek…" Stiles called with his eyes were closed, smiling at his sweet mate's actions.
"I'm here," Derek reassured to him.
"I know, I want you to keep touching me. It felt so good," Stiles asked as he opened his eyed, the hazel eyes looking at the other alpha. "Make love to me, please," he asked softly.
"Of course, I love you so much."
Derek nodded and kissed Stiles passionately on the lips, moving to lie on the top of him. When he pulled back, he pressed their bodies together until he could feel Stiles' warm breath on his neck. Please overcame Derek and he got harder as he rubbed himself against Stiles, the young man was growing harder as well.
"You are so hot like this," Derek told him between kisses, his hands touching everywhere they could reach on Stiles' body. "And all for me."
Derek kissed Stiles, his tongue moving over his neck as he sucked the spot, make sure to leave a mark as he did so, hearing the mage moaning with pleasure as he did it.
"Der…" Stiles moaned, his hands scratching the werewolf's back as he arched against the bed, offering more space for Derek to touch him. Stiles yearned for Derek's touch; it was like he always dreamt of. Derek certainly met his mark; he loves every touch of Derek upon his skin.
Derek moved his hands to touch every part of Stiles's body. He could see the beautiful hazel eyes looking at him as the other man raised his head and watched him with love in his eyes.
"Derek… stop teasing me," Stiles asked.
"I'm not teasing, I love touching you," Derek said with a smile, and then he added as he took Stiles's hard cock in his hand, "And now, now I will taste you, every part of you. You are mine, Stiles!"
Stiles moaned as he leaned his head back on the pillow, breath hitching in his throat as Derek licked his cock before pulling it his mouth and sucking it, his hands travelling up and down, over the expanse of Stiles' pale skin.
"Derek… you'll kill me if you continue like this." Stiles moaned as he tried to collect his breaths. "I'll come before you make love to me…"
"I'm only killing you softly so I can feel and taste you, Stiles," Derek told him, teasingly, as he pulled out Stiles's cock, and added asking, "Am I your first?"
"You are," Stiles confirmed. "Be gentle with me?" He asked.
"Always."
Derek climbed on the top of Stiles to steal kisses before he returned to his spot between Stiles's legs, needing to prepare him before he would claim what was his. Stiles was Derek's lost treasure, the mate that he desperately needed to claim, and now he could have as much time as he wanted to do it.
Derek massaged Stiles's entrance, poking his hole, moving his tongue to lick it, as he heard Stiles moaning his name.
"It feels good, Der…" Stiles said, his eyes flashing red.
Derek smiled.
"I know, my alpha. And it will only get better, my beautiful mate." Derek licked one of his fingers before he started massaging Stiles' hole and then peaking his finger slowly inside the entrance. "Breath and relax," Derek guided him, noticing how the muscles around his finger were tight. He tried to ease his mate, because he only wanted to bring him pleasure. He loved him so much and didn't want to hurt him.
Stiles breathed deeply, trying to relax his muscles as he could feel Derek's tongue licking his balls.
Derek would be the death of him – the pleasure that Stiles was feeling just from the tongue and the finger inside of him was a lot; he felt like he was touching heaven; it felt so good.
"Der… ek… it feels so good…" Stiles moaned, his hands fisting the bedsheets. He could feel another finger getting inside of him, fucking him so good.
"You're loving it, aren't you?" Derek asked, taunting him as his tongue licked Stiles's cock, penetrating him while his fingers did the job of easing the muscles. He couldn't wait to get his cock inside of Stiles, making him his with every thrust of his hips.
"I'm ready…" Stiles moaned, asking from his mate – needing his mate. The wave of pleasure in each thrust that Derek's fingers fucked him, filled him good, was amazing. He could only imagine what Derek's sword would do to him once the werewolf's dick was inside of him.
Derek ignored Stiles as he kept licking and massaging his mate's balls while two of his fingers moved in and out of Stiles, making the other man moan his name. Derek loved to hear Stiles calling him like that, with such passion. He almost couldn't wait to make love to him.
"Derek… please…" Stiles begged. He could feel his elemental powers awaken as he opened his eyes and looked at his mate, licking his dry lips.
"Stiles, we agreed not to use power when we are naked," Derek urged him. He knew that Stiles fought not to use his powers, but it seemed to get the best of him now. Clearly Stiles couldn't control it much when Derek was torturing him like this.
"Just do it already… for the love of God, you make me feel so good, I'm losing control here," Stiles told him, moaning, trying to hold back his elemental powers from take control.
Derek looked at him and noticed something different – it seemed like Stiles could mix elements. The color of his eyes were half gold, half bright blue.
"Your eyes," Derek pointed it out, and added, "Your eyes are beautiful, half golden, half bright blue. I never saw something like it before."
"I never knew that was option," Stiles told him, trying to control his powers as Derek continued to torture him with his fingers. He could feel how the room had a cooler environment and a warmer ground, like he was laying on the sand, enjoying the breeze touching his skin, cooling it after feeling so hot. It was the perfect analogy for how his skin flushed as his mate touched him, made love to him with his fingers.
"Stiles," Derek moaned and removed his fingers slowly. He rubbed his cock before slipped the head into Stiles's slick entrance.
Derek kissed Stiles as he was on top of him, thrusting slowly at first, making sure that it wasn't hurting his precious mate. As he watched Stiles' eyes, he could feel the sand beneath Stiles's head, the breeze on his back. He shivered slightly, drizzling kisses all over his mate flushed body, before changing the pace, hearing him groaning his name over and over, the mage's nails scratching his back.
"So good… you smell so good… Derek…" Stiles moaned.
The winds became stronger – so much so that Derek believed that it would pull him away from his mate.
"Stiles, calm down. There's no need to create a hurricane now," Derek tried to calm his mate down as much as he could. The wind was cold, even if the hot sand beneath Stiles' naked body was soothing. His mage boyfriend having trouble to control his elements.
"I can't… you feel so good, I…" Stiles told him, trying to control his elemental powers, closing his eyes, trying to focus as he slowly breathed in and out.
Finally, when he opened his eyes again, Derek could see the change of colors again. Stiles' eyes were half golden, half white. They were flashing. The cold wind was gone, changed to soft wave splashing them on the bed, wetting the soft sand beneath him.
"Stiles…" Derek called in surprise as the cold wave touched him. He no longer feels the cold wind on his back, just the cold water.
"I can't help it… please… Derek…" Stiles felt the heat, he could feel Derek's teeth over his neck, it felt so good, that he felt like he could float away with the waves.
"I swear, you want to kill me with all those elemental powers that you have," Derek told him softly, biting his neck as he could feel himself getting close to vibrate. His orgasm was so close that he knew that he would soon burry himself deeper inside his mate.
"I've… I've never felt this way before… you make me feel so good…" Stiles groaned, moving his head from side to side, trying to control his breathing and his powers as he could feel his mate shaking and cum inside of him.
"AHHH…" Derek cried loudly as he cum inside his mate, collapsing on his chest as he nuzzled Stiles's throat, trying to calm his rapid breaths. Then, he pulled out his cock let it rest on the mage's thigh.
Stiles closed his eyes and opened it again, so Derek could see the bright red eyes looking at him. "Thank you."
"I'm not done yet, my precious alpha," Derek smiled at him, drizzling kisses over the sweat body of his boyfriend, before reaching his hand to stroke Stiles' cock.
Derek started licking Stiles's head, which sent shivers down the mage's body.
Stiles could feel himself vibrating, he knew that he was getting closer to the orgasm. He was so close – this werewolf, his mate, would be death of him, torturing him so slow but giving him so much pleasure.
Stiles loved him so much that he didn't know how he would survive another session of love-making with him. But he was sure that he would love every bit of it. He just hoped that he could control his magic or, at least, learn how to do it every time he had sex with Derek.
The sex was so sensual that he lost control on his elemental powers. He gave everything to his mate. It felt so good and he was so happy. A smile never left his face as he looked at Derek with love in his hazel eyes.
On the next morning, Derek led Stiles outside the house. He had many ideas about what to do with his mate, since the mage was having problems controlling his magic during sex, and the wolf was curious of what Stiles could do outdoors.
"Where are you going?" Peter asked as he saw the couple about to leave the house.
"To be alone, unless you want to join us," Stiles replied and winked at the senior wolf.
"Ooh, no, thank you," Peter shook his head, hoping to get the thought of what the couple was about to do out of his mind, and then he added, "What should I do with the witches and other supernatural creatures that might want to join the pack while you two mingle?"
"Make them feel at home. We'll be back later. And Peter, behave!" Stiles told him with a smile.
"I'll try. Now go, I need to get more fresh air into the house…" Peter mumbled as he watched the pair giggling and laughing as they left the house.
They were walking around the preserve. Stiles stopped for a moment as he breathed in the fresh air, his eyes closing instinctively at the pleasing smell. He concentrated as he turned his head up to the sky, smiling, and then he opened his eyes.
The color of his eyes were blue – darker blue.
Derek looked with amazement as a lake started to appear within the trees.
"It's our place, our secret place. No one else knows about it," Stiles told his mate, cupping his face and kissing him lightly.
"I love that," Derek told him.
"Make love to me?" Stiles asked.
"Always," Derek replied and kissed his mate back with passion.
Derek laid on top of Stiles, pushing him to the soft ground. He keep carefully watching over his eyes, not knowing what would make Stiles lose control on his powers. But he would be there for him, during all of the steps of their the way, to calm down his mate as much as he could.
"You are beautiful, Stiles," Derek told him between kisses. They rubbed against each other, and Derek had to fight to hold back his urges to rip his mate's clothes off right there.
"So are you, Der…" Stiles said, smiling, enjoying feeling of Derek rubbing against him. He felt hot and his face flushed, but he had never felt happier than he does now.
Stiles clicked his fingers, and Derek seemed surprised to see himself naked while he laid on the top of his mate.
"Stiles, I wanted to rip your clothes with my teeth," Derek told him as he licked the claiming bite that he left on Stiles' neck the other night.
"You can do this now, considering how you are the one naked and all," Stiles taunted and winked at him.
Derek nodded and did it. He flashed his red eyes at his mate, ripping his clothes with his teeth. He watched Stiles' face, noticing how bright his smile was as he looked at him with love and trust filled eyes.
"I love you, Derek Hale," Stiles said, watching the tan skin wolf with affection.
"I love you too, Stiles," Derek told him while he kept drizzling kisses all over his mate's pale skin.
"I love the way you used your wolf on me," Stiles told as he enjoyed everything that Derek did miraculously to his body, as he tried to breath, "Do you remember the first time that I saw you in the woods?"
"I couldn't forget it. It was the moment that I fell in love with you, Stiles, but you were too young for me back then," Derek told him as he licked the claiming bite on Stiles' neck once again.
"That long?" Stiles asked softly, moving his hand to touch Derek's tan skin. "I'm glad that we are together now, and you are all mine."
"I'm glad for that too." Derek kissed his hand, and then he added, "I can't wait to devour you again, my beautiful hot alpha mate."
Stiles blushed as he watched his mate as he said, "Please do… I'll try to control my magic this time."
"I know you will, and I do wonder what more your magic can do while we are alone and no one will disturb us," Derek told him before he moved his tongue over his nipple and then bit it, hearing Stiles' breath hitch as he did it.
"Der…" Stiles growled. He could feel his eyes changing, the power within moving. He wanted to scream, to let the power out as the pleasure engulfed him all over.
"Scream for me," Derek asked, watching his mate, the changing of colors in his eyes. "We are alone, and I don't think that Peter will come either way."
And Stiles did – he screamed in pleasure because of what Derek was doing to him. He had never felt so free, so alive and so happy.
Derek smiled at him before he started sucking Stiles's cock, he watched as the mage's eyes changed colors again, and he wondered what his mate would do next. Right now, his eyes were half green and half light blue. Derek continued sucking Stiles' cock as he could feel himself floating on the river. They were surrounded by leaves on the lake, and the water was soothing, warming.
Stiles arched his back, his head hitting a soft pillow floating on the lake, not letting him to sink in the water. He could feel Derek's finger over his hole, peaking before one finger was inside while Derek continued sucking his cock.
"Der…" Stiles moaned, he could feel the water shifting to better hold him up, to both comfort him and add to the intense feeling of having Derek touch him so intimately, penetrating him, giving him so much pleasure. He couldn't wait for Derek to make love to him already.
"Stiles, can your magic keep us both float while I have sex with you?" Derek asked while he kept fucking his mate with his fingers, his other hand rubbing Stiles' hard cock.
"Yes, I can, and I won't let you drown…" Stiles answered. He could feel his body glowing as he looked over Derek, his hands moving around, guarding his mate from drowning.
Derek felt himself floating. He was amazed by how he could actually walk on water. But first things first, so he moved his attention over Stiles, peaking his cock over his hole, poking it before he pushed it inside.
Stiles' eyes changed again, and Derek felt sand beneath their bodies. He looked around and saw that he was no longer in the lake with his mate. The mage's powers were clearly overwhelmed in a time like this – he thought that the pleasure was a challenge for the mage, which is why it kept revealing more magic, the energy is only elevating, bringing Stiles over the edge.
Derek smiled. He figured that Stiles' power was changing and because it moved so fast, Stiles had no control over his powers when they were making love. Derek would explore every part of his mate's body and, in time, Stiles would get control over his powers. But, for now, Derek let him lose control as he changed the pace and thrusted even faster than earlier, hearing his mate moaning over and over, the color of his eyes flicking between colors rapidly. Derek could only imagine that he was seeing a red heart between them, like a string of red as Stiles' eyes change to pure red with pink dots in it.
"Are my eyes deceiving me? Do I actually see a heart between us?" Derek asked with awe in his eyes as he looked at his mate, trying his best to kept thrusting inside his mate, his hands touching Stiles' pale body and his tongue licking his throat.
Stiles only nodded in confirmation, trying to control his breathing as he could feel the heat building up inside of him as Derek thrusted even deeper inside of him.
"Breath, you are doing okay, my Stiles," Derek reassured him as he continued thrusting. He was getting closer to the edge too.
Derek rubbed Stiles' cock with his hand as he thrusted deeper inside his mate. He knew that Stiles was getting closer to come, but holding himself as he lost control of his power and trying to do one of them is not going well with his mate, Stiles will lose himself soon for the orgasm that Derek knew that he is getting close to.
Derek could feel himself losing for the sensation to his mate as well, he knew that he is getting closer to the edge and would come soon inside of him. He was damn close, and watching his mate, so beautiful and hot only for him, as he came hard inside of Stiles, shouting his name, holding him for dear life while he tried to calm his breaths.
"Der…" Stiles moaned, and then he added, "That was amazing,"
"You are amazing," Derek replied and kissed him passionately as he pulled his cock outside of Stiles, and added, "You are all mine!"
"I love you, Derek, so much that it hurts me," Stiles told him, trying to recollect his breaths and get his power back as he lost control on them during sex.
"I love you too, and Stiles, you didn't come yet," Derek pointed and started to work on his mate's hard cock. He wanted him to cum and lose control of his powers completely.
"If you continue what you are doing to me, I might come sooner than that," Stiles pointed it out, smiling like a cat towards his wolf.
Derek winked at him.
Stiles could feel himself losing himself again as his body vibrated as Derek licked his cock. He lost himself coming on himself and on Derek's face, his power making his body glow while he enjoyed his orgasm.
As Stiles rested on the pillow sand, trying to get his breaths back to normal, he could feel the soft touch from his mate on his chest, reassuring him that he was okay and that he was loved – so damn much.
Stiles closed his eyes, tiredness catching up to him after the hot, steamy, sex that he just did with his mate.
The sleep helped him to gather the strength that he needed. A few hours later, Stiles opened his eyes, feeling awake and his magic restored like nothing had happened as he held close his mate, kissing his forehead.
Derek felt the kiss as he woke up too.
"That was the best thing that happened to me, Derek Hale, my alpha," Stiles told him with love in his hazel eyes as he looked up at his mate.
"I know the feeling, my alpha, Mage Slaw," Derek smiled and kissed him on his lips.
"I love the way that you make me feel," Stiles told him while his finger traced his mate saturated tan skin, then he added, "With you, I can lose control with my magic. I've never felt this way before."
"I know, and I love to see you losing yourself for me, my dear Stiles," Derek said and kissed him.
They rested on the sand after that. They were in no rush to do anything – they could return home only when they were be ready.
The magic holding them together like a red string, the red shiny heart that connected them, would forever holds their love toward each other.
Several days later, the pack was still growing with new members as they heard that Mage Slaw was around the Beacon Hills area, most likely living in the preserve where the Hales lived once.
The name of the Slaw-Hale pack been known around the area; one by one, more werewolves, Kanimas, and even kitsunes, joined the pack. The pack was the only powerful in the area, and no one paid attention to McCall pack anymore, nor to the sheriff when there was a supernatural incident.
"Stiles, see what you power made. You brought us all together, you made us a strong pack," Derek told him as they watched their pack. Everyone seemed to enjoy being in the pack; no one was left behind, shy or alone around the house.
"Finally, I have the family that I needed. Who thought that bringing you to my pack would make me feel that I finally have a home and a family, feel that I belong and am loved?" Stiles told them. He was happy, and it had been awhile since he felt like this.
"Thank you for being our leader, and for accepting me as your mate. I love you so much, both Mage Slaw or Stiles…" Derek told him, his arm holding the other man lovingly.
"You can call me whatever you like. I already told you that when we were in bed. You are my mate, I trust you, my sourwolf." Stiles kissed Derek on his lips.
"Peter, knock it off," Stiles said as he could sense the senior wolf around, disturbing them in their lovey-dovey moment.
"We have company," Peter said, and then he added, "Some of McCall's pack are here, and the sheriff and his men are around, I could hear their heartbeat, and I'm sure that…"
"I know, I got that," Stiles cuts his sentence and added, "I guess that all we need to find out is what they want, and then we will deal with them. You all know about phase one in our plan, so when I give you the signal, you'll do it, okay?"
"Are you sure that you want to do it?" Peter questioned.
"It all depends in what they need from me and from my pack." Stiles replied confidently as he watched everyone from his pack. He could see the trust in their eyes, the love toward him. He felt appreciated, known, and he gave them the shelter that they also needed.
"Better to get over with. Come along, Derek, let's see what they want and then we can go back to our place," Stiles taunted his mate.
Stiles sat on the chair as his mate sat next to him. Peter was on the other side of him as the rest of pack stood closer, watching the McCall pack and the sheriff that entered with them, while his men were scattered in the area.
"What is it that you want from me and my pack?" Stiles asked as he looked at them without any emotion in his hazel eyes, not giving them any satisfaction that he recognized them. Family or friends, they were his past and meant nothing more to him.
"Stiles, son, we need your help," the sheriff asked for help as he looked at his son.
"I'm not your son, sheriff, you gave up the right to call me that when you weren't there for me when I needed you," Stiles told him without any emotion in his voice as he added, looking at the pack, "Now, I will not repeat it again. What do you want from me and my pack?"
"We want to join your pack, and the sheriff needs your help. Our alpha is dividing the pack, something about his school friend buddy, named Theo, that returned to our school. He is back, and wants to be in our pack," Lydia spoke without fear in her soft voice as she looked at him.
"What is it exactly that you asking from me to do? Do you want to return to your pack or join my pack? It wasn't clear," Stiles asked, for him it seemed that they weren't sure why they came to him – something sounded fish about the whole ordeal.
"We want to join your pack. The sheriff needs your help to save the true alpha and the rest of the pack," Lydia replied.
"The sheriff can leave, I'm not going to help them even if they beg. They should ask the vet, he is their emissary. I'm the mage and the alpha of my pack, I can't help you," Stiles said over the sheriff, Lydia and the rest of the pack.
"What about Derek? Is he still an Alpha?" Lydia asked while Jackson tried to shush her down.
"Of course, Derek is an alpha, but let me tell you one thing: even if he is an alpha, he won't help you. Derek is my mate and in my pack. Your pack destroys the balance, and guess who needs to clean the messes that you make?" Stiles asked, glaring at her, flashing his red eyes.
Peter notified him when the sheriff and his men left the preserve.
"Good," Stiles told to Peter and then he turned to look at the brave few members that left from McCall pack. "Jackson, you are not one of a kind. Don't think that being half Kanima half werewolf means anything to me. Same goes for the banshee. So, if you want to join my pack, it's going to cost you, and you will need to follow my rules."
"I told you that we should have stayed and tried to help Scott and Allison," Jackson whined.
"Last chance. You can join or leave my pack. So, what's going to be?" Stiles asked.
"We are staying," Lydia replied, watching Jackson, Malia and Ethan, who didn't say much in fear that the mage might do something to them as he didn't acknowledge them.
Yep, their friend had changed a lot since they kicked him out of the pack, but for them, it wasn't excused to act like that toward them. They hoped to see other side of him when they'll join the pack, so far everything is going by Scott' plan.
Use phase one, I want to know what they are hiding, I'm certain that there is something fishy about them.
We will take care of them, we can use the Hales' help, since they are mostly werewolves and there's two that are connected to them – Malia and Lydia. We will let you know once phase one is over.
Stiles nodded, still holding his mate' hand and called for Peter.
"Is there something I can help you with?" Peter asked.
"Watch the pack. If there's anything that the pixies and witches could tell you, act like you're my second in command and let me know what you'll decide when we are back," Stiles replied, eying the four members of the McCall pack. He didn't trust them at all, but he trusted his team to know and tell him the reason for it.
"Go, all work and no fun," Peter urged him, and then he added motioned over Derek, "It's good to see you smiling, nephew, you deserve it as much as Stiles."
"Thank you, Peter," Derek thanked him.
Peter watched them going with a smile on his face, and then he sighed, knowing that he had long rest of the day ahead of him. The witches will do phase one and then the interrogation will start. They will get to the bottom of this.
Stiles was leading Derek outside, over the lake. It was his and Derek' secret place. The pack would find them when they go back, there was no need to hurry.
"Sourwolf, do you want to go skinny dipping with me?" Stiles asked as they arrived toward the lake.
He clicked his fingers, Stiles' clothes lay folded on the chair next to the deck, Derek could feel his certain part coming to life as he couldn't help himself as he tore his clothes apart, chasing his mate over the lake, only to notice seconds later, that Stiles led him to a trap. Derek didn't notice the glowing eyes and the devious smile that Stiles looked at him.
"STILES!" Derek called, trying to chase his partner through the freezing water.
"I thought that we agreed that we are not going to use magic," Derek told him, trying to fight the cold, not noticing at first that the temperature of the water is changing when Stiles is swimming next to him, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Mage Slaw, we have a problem.
Stiles heard it and used his hand, finger on his mouth so his mate would know that he is dealing with the others. Derek stopped fooling around and watched his mate with concern in his green eyes, swimming closer to hold his mate while he spoke with the supernatural creatures.
What is it?
They are hiding something, the voice said, should we let Peter try to figure it out or should we start phase two?
You can start phase two, but let Peter ask the questions. Check what they are hiding and then we all deal with it as a pack. Put each and every one of them in a different room. If they want to be in our pack, I need to know everything.
Understood, we will let you know the progress if there's anything new.
I trust you. Thank you for letting me know.
It didn't take much time as Stiles got the answers that he needed – the witches and the pixies found everything out, and that brought a smile to Stiles' face.
We found out what they are hiding. You were right, Mage Slaw, they were sent by their alpha to be moles in our pack and to bring our downfall.
What did you find out?
From what I gathered from the half Kanima half werewolf's mind, he was supposed to be in our pack and making confrontations and battles against you so you wouldn't have any pack, even as alpha. And as we dug deeper in others' minds, they were supposed to do the same.
Thank you for letting me know. Now I would like you to mark them for death and kick them out of our property. Once you do that, let me know so I'll make the wards stronger. If they even think to come closer, they will be killed on the spot.
Will do. In the meantime, enjoy the free time with your mate. We will let Peter know the results.
Thank you, and damn right I will.
Stiles could hear his pack members laughing for that. He loved them so much, and he would always protect them with his life.
Stiles looked at his mate with love in his eyes, using his magic to cause a small wave to hit Derek's chest.
"Stiles!" Derek complained. "No magic, remember?"
"I don't remember saying or agreeing to anything like that." Stiles splashed water over his mate again.
"I'll get you for that," Derek warned and chased him, as they start a water fight in the lake.
"I want to see you try," Stiles played joyfully, splashing water over Derek.
"Let the game begins!" Derek called as he dived to catch Stiles. Little did he know that Stiles had plans for him in the lake.
About one hour later, Stiles and his mate were back to their house in the preserve. The wards were strengthened as he clapped his hands together, making it visible for the others to see but making it electric so it would kill the McCall pack in the spot.
The Slaw-Hale pack was known as the strongest pack of the country, and everyone that crossed their loyalty were marked for death.
Mage Slaw would make sure that no one, and he meant absolutely no one, could get hurt in his pack. They were his family. Even if it wasn't by blood, they were the closest thing that he had to a family. Even if he had so much power, the pack, his pack, really took care of him – they loved him as his own person; he felt like he belonged and was loved. It was more than what he ever had with McCall and his dad.
Stiles and Derek have never been happier and Derek felt lucky that he got that second chance with his mate.
The End!