Sorry but this won't be a very long one, I had a hectic day, but I've got tomorrow off and I promise 8 will be extra-long and awesome!
Chapter 7
Derek's howl echoed through the night; any werewolf or supernatural creature within a 50-mile radius would surely have heard it. Even Stiles, who was not supernatural in the slightest, felt overcome by the sheer power and dominance of the howl.
Maximilian spun around to face Derek's wolf form, his hand still clutching at Stiles' throat. She knew he was scared of Derek, she could feel his grip become unsure and his fingers trembled. True Alphas and True Wolves were the rarest forms of werewolves. To see a True Wolf was said to be a very changing experience for a werewolf. It was as if the wolf part of them acknowledged or understood that Derek's kind were superior in every way. It was enough to make Maximilian and Diego unsure of themselves, of their position. Stiles couldn't help think to herself, had they not known of Derek's existence? They must have known that Beacon Hills had always been under the protection of the Hale family. Or maybe they had simply heard the words "True Alpha in Beacon Hills" and gone for it. They didn't seem like the sort of werewolves that would do their research.
Stiles also experienced a very rare moment herself: she was actually glad to see Derek Hale.
Maximilian and Diego stood still, staring in awe at the wolf before them. They were at an impasse. Perhaps they were waiting to see what Derek would do. He took a few soft steps towards them, which caused Maximilian to become frightened and suddenly clamp down on Stiles' throat, leaving her to struggle for air.
So Derek roared. It was so much emotion in one sound: anger, intimidation, menace – all of which screamed one message – Let. Her. Go.
As if forced by some supernatural barking order Stiles did not understand, Maximilian's hand immediately dropped from her throat and he and Diego were gone before she could blink. Without the support of Maximilian holding her up, coupled with the loss of blood she had suffered, Stiles had no hope of remaining vertical and her knees swiftly buckled under her.
She tensed in anticipation as she fell, preparing for her head to collide with the ground, but she felt a hand slide under her head and catch her just before she hit the floor. Derek's wolf form was still in her line of sight so she knew it could not be him. She turned her head to see Scott hovering over her.
"About time," she breathed; her whole body relaxing as Scott gently cradled her body in his arms.
"The police are on their way, hold on Stiles," he said. She couldn't hear any sirens or cars but she trusted Scott's hearing over her own.
Stiles could feel herself fading, growing weaker. It was like going to sleep. She knew from basic first aid that she should try to stay conscious, so she focused her attention on Derek. He was so beautiful in that form. All his human stubbornness and voice erased. Just pure wolf, pure Derek.
However, he turned away, and began slipping into the darkness. She knew he had to go, if he transformed now he would be completely naked when the police showed up – which would be awkward – and if he stayed as a wolf they would most likely shoot him – which would also be awkward. Therefore, she watched him go, and by the time he was gone, so was she.