Feel lucky guys! I've had this chapter done since the day after I uploaded the last chapter. I decided I may as well let you guys read it now. I'm happy with the way its turned out so...enjoy.
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Derek awoke several hours later. It had to be close to midnight now. Which meant it was time for them to get up and get ready.
They had agreed earlier on the time and a basic plan before they all went to rest up. The girls each took one of the beds that Scott and Isaac had used. The two betas had refused to leave Derek's side so the alpha had agreed on sharing the largest of the three beds with them, if it meant that they'd be rested and prepared.
The two were still curled up tightly on either side of him. Gently, he woke both of them before standing up and waking the two girls. The whole group got ready in silence, tension thick in the air.
"So, we'll go over the plan once more. Lydia, Allison…you two are to stick with one of the boys at all times. You both have experience fighting werewolves, as do Isaac and Scott. But we need someone to watch their backs and someone watching yours. That's why you must be paired at all times.
You four will work as a distraction. If we can get most of the wolves focusing on you, I can slip past to get to Stiles. No doubt, they'll have their strongest guarding him in the room he's in. Probably the alpha will be expected to be there. I'll take them on.
Now if Jackson shows up, make sure he helps you guys. I can handle myself and I just need a long enough gap to grab Stiles and get him out of there. Remember, this is a rescue attempt only. Once I have Stiles, we all retreat. No staying behind to fight once I get him." Derek relayed quickly.
The rest of the group nodded their silent agreement before the group headed out the door. Once they were outside, the three werewolves shifted to their beta form.
"Allison, Lydia…get into your car and follow behind us. Once we get to the forest, you'll have to travel by foot. But for now, you'll be able to keep up with us." He ordered, waiting to hear the slam of two car doors and the start of an engine before nodding at Isaac.
The werewolf took off, the other two following and the girls in the car behind them, speeding to keep behind the running werewolves. It didn't take them long at all to get to the forest, although it was past midnight by the time they got there.
Derek halted and glanced back towards the girls getting out of the car. This was where it got difficult. They couldn't keep up with a werewolf. That much was obvious. And, unlike Peter, Derek didn't yet have access to his Alpha form.
"Isaac, travel ahead with Scott. I'll follow your scent to the area. However, if you dare start a fight before we get there, you will be punished. We can fight once we're all there."
Isaac nodded before he and Scott took off ahead. Derek glanced at the girls before following at a much slower pace, keeping his pacing even to the girls' pace. They'd lost one human to this pack. They weren't going to lose the other two while trying to rescue Stiles.
He could tell the girls weren't too happy about being slower than the others in the pack. But they were keeping quiet and focusing on running. Derek couldn't help but smile just a little at that.
It took another thirty minutes before they caught up to Isaac and Scott. As the alpha had ordered, the two hadn't started a fight. Not like there was much fighting to be done. There was one werewolf positioned at the door. No other werewolves were in sight.
"I don't like the look of this Derek." Isaac muttered lowly when his alpha arrived with the girls.
"I know what you mean. They've got a slight upper hand. We don't know how big or strong their pack is…"
Derek glanced over the area. There was only one way to check.
"Allison."
Allison nodded and raised her crossbow, pointing it at the werewolf. They may heal quickly, but a headshot would suffice. And that's exactly the shot she got. The arrow went clean through the werewolf's head. The body was on the ground about a second after the arrow hit.
Staying down in the cover, the small group watched and waited. Before long, about four other werewolves appeared around the body. A low growl rose amongst them as they nudged and checked the body.
"Well, there are your other guards." Allison muttered.
Derek nodded then glanced over them as they shifted. It was then that he noticed their eyes.
"It's the alpha pack." He muttered in a harsh whisper.
He could tell he was getting looks from the others but he remained silent as he watched them. If this was the alpha pack, then they didn't stand much of a chance. They had two betas and two humans. Not enough strength to take on an alpha pack.
"What do we do?" Allison asked, breaking the others' silence.
"The plan doesn't change. I get Stiles, the rest of you distract them. But be careful. Alphas are strong and dangerous. Plus, we don't know how many of them can transform into their alpha form. So stay alert. And if it looks to be too much to handle, I want you to get out of there as quickly as you can. Am I clear?" He explained, watching the others.
To begin with, they weren't too sure about leaving him alone, but they soon agreed when he let out a low, soft growl.
"Alright. Go when you guys are ready. But try catching the element of surprise. Be warned, they'll be on their guard since we already killed one of them." Derek finished, nodding and watching as they shifted together, planning before taking off and starting the battle.
Derek watched them for a little while, building his confidence in them. Once he was confident enough to leave them to it, he darted past the battle and straight into the building they were guarding. Without a second thought, he darted down the stairs, only pausing when he got to the door.
He moved closer and waited, trying to hear anything in the room past the roar of the battle above. However, he couldn't hear anything but the sound of light, uneven breathing.
Squaring his shoulders, he pushed open the door and stepped inside of the door to what the inside contents held for him.
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Stiles was awake. It had to be close to midnight, but here he was, staring at the dark room around him. It took all his strength not to pass out right then and there. But he knew that if the pack was going to attack, they'd do it under the cover of night when normal humans wouldn't notice anything.
So here he was, waiting for his pack to possibly arrive. If they decided to arrive at all.
He glanced to the side when he heard the sound of low growls rippling through the pack that captured him. Something had happened. Something they didn't like.
A few minutes later, the sound above him changed from silence and low growls to full on snarling and other sounds of battle. A small smirk went across his face before it faded quickly.
"They're here for you. Seems like they decided to not waste any time. I'm surprised. And so far, there's no scent of that Jackson you came to find. But I bet you can believe that part, can't you."
Stiles barely even gave the werewolf a look. All he could do was just lift his head slightly and listen to the sounds of his friends battling above.
"You like hearing that? The snarling and yelping of werewolves locked in battle? Of course, not forgetting those other humans in your pack." He taunted, seeming completely relaxed.
He hated how relaxed this werewolf was. His packmates were locked in battle above them. And he was down here, taunting their prisoner.
The werewolf paused before smirking, slinking back to hide in the shadows.
"Now it's really gonna get interesting." He muttered, before going deathly quiet.
Stiles stared at where he'd gone before glancing towards the door. Nothing moved for at least a minute. Then, the door opened and the light from the hall spilt into the room. He narrowed his eyes against the brighter light, just as a dark shape stepped into the room.
The shape paused for a second before it darted straight over to Stiles, coming into his line of sight where the light from the hall wasn't blinding him.
"D-Derek?" He asked, surprised
"Yeah, it's me." Derek replied simply, looking at how Stiles was hooked up.
"H-how….what-?"
"Save the questions for later Stiles. We're gonna get you out of here."
Stiles bit his bottom lip as Derek ripped off the patch that connected the electricity box to his body. The alpha glared at the patch before his eyes followed the wiring to the box.
"Tell me they didn't use that on you."
"T-they did. H-hurt…like hell."
Derek's eyes narrowed dangerously as he glanced over every single cut and bruise Stiles had. He then growled low in his throat, turning around and glaring right where the werewolf stood in the shadows.
"Do you like my work Derek? Almost a week's worth. Not bad, if I do say so myself. Of course, you haven't seen the internal side of it yet." The werewolf taunted, coming out and giving Derek a toothy grin, his eyes glowing red.
"Do you get some sort of sick pleasure, seeing him like that?"
The werewolf laughed, glancing at Stiles behind Derek.
"Now that you mention it, I do quite like watching him writhe and scream in pain. He's got a set of lungs on him, I'll tell you that. Three whole days he could still scream. Hour after hour of torture. And yet, not once did he give up. He'd always refuse to answer my questions, even when it caused him pain. He'd just bite his lip and bear it any way he could, even if that meant letting out a scream every time he was electrocuted.
Then, the fourth day came. He couldn't scream anymore. He barely pulled against his chains. He could barely even find the strength to lift his own head. And yet, he'd still deny me. Well, mostly. He got to the point where he was giving me truthful answers. But he kept them vague, so that I couldn't pick up any crucial detail. Nothing worked against him either.
Eventually I gave up. I still hurt him for the pleasure of it. But, without the screams or reactions it wasn't much fun. I knew he was gonna bleed out soon anyway. After all, I've drained him of quite a bit during our little 'interrogation' sessions." The werewolf explained, his gaze admiring what he'd done to Stiles.
Derek's growl deepened and he tensed up, his narrowed gaze focused on the other werewolf.
"Not so calm now…are we? Of course, you know I can't let you take him right?"
Stiles bit his lip and turned away a little. He knew that was the final straw. The sound of Derek's loud, roar-like growl followed by snarling told him that the two had started to fight. He glanced back and watched the two of them go at it, clawing and biting and attacking the other any way they possibly could.
The other alpha was strong and seemed to know what he was doing. Derek was still inexperienced at being an alpha. But he was experienced enough in combat to not be at a large disadvantage.
All Stiles could do was watch and hope that Derek could get enough of an opening to either get the pack out or manage to at least get him down. But the two were evenly enough matched that he wasn't getting that chance.
That was, until the werewolf happened to get a little too close to Stiles during the fight. Derek was on him the instance he took one step too far back. His claws dug deep into the other wolf's back before he clawed him and sent him into the wall.
Not giving him a chance to get up, he was already smashing the werewolf back over and over again, hitting his head and back against the wall. Once he finally let go, the other slumped down to the floor. He wasn't unconscious, but he was certainly far too dazed to try and get up.
Growling low in his throat, Derek turned and went straight to Stiles. He kept one arm positioned by his legs, the other reaching up and cutting the chains that held him. He caught him easily and pulled off the chains completely, freeing his hands.
Stiles shifted a little in Derek's arms, holding back a whimper of pain. Derek noticed and helped him shift before moving straight for the door. He closed it behind him then darted up the steps quickly.
"D-Derek…."
"It's alright Stiles. You'll be fine. We'll get you to a hospital." He reassured, darting up to the entrance.
He paused there, listening to the sounds outside. As he paused, Stiles glanced over him. He still couldn't believe that the pack had come to help him. Smiling slightly, he snuggled closer to Derek's chest, enjoying the warmth radiating off the werewolf.
Derek barely noticed. He just darted outside and headed straight for the stretch of forest that lead back into town. He let out a loud snarl to the other wolves before moving deeper without giving the enemy a chance to catch him.
He could hear the pack racing behind him. He could also hear the other pack pursuing them. But, they were starting to slow a little. Derek knew they wouldn't chase them out into the town. They just had to get there and then it would be safe enough for them to move at a slower pace.
Despite his current status, Stiles could hear the others following behind Derek. He didn't really want to know how badly they were injured. He knew they had to be at least slightly injured though. And he hated that thought.
It didn't stay with him long enough though, as he soon let the overwhelming desire take over and passed out in Derek's arms.
There you go. He's finally saved. But Stiles isn't out of the woods just yet. (Hehe...woods)
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flamealchemist103: I couldn't resist adding in some pack cuteness into this story. And I promise that there is more cuteness to come, with the pack and the puppies.