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Peter was surprised by the hunter's genuine submission but knew that Stiles needed Chris too. Despite how his wolf howled to the the one and only person for Stiles the man in him knew that the sleeping hunter whose grip was still tight even in sleep on the boy between them. Almost as if he held on tightly enough he could protect Stiles from the evil's of the world that had already touched the teenager's life too much. "If only it were that easy", the wolf whispered into the night still keyed up from the torture session from earlier in the evening and the panicked awakening not long ago. It was sad that it had become routine for the young man to awaken at least once each night screaming and begging for his father, who would never be there for him again.
Derek looked to his pack who had gathered to his loft as they always had before when there were supernatural oddities hanging around their fair town of Beacon Hills. The only difference this time is there was no Stiles, no Peter, and surprisingly no Chris Argent. Allison was the most shocked by the last one, but in a lot of ways looking back she should have seen it coming. And just like Stiles and Peter there was no tracking the hunter which they knew but tried to do anyway. They made it around Beacon Hills into one large spiral ending at the Beacon Hill's Sheriff's department. The message was not lost on any of the people in this room.
They were out for blood, revenge, and nothing was going to stop them. The three of them now. Derek kept on losing people and they were stupid enough to think that they were going to win this fight. They wouldn't it was impossible as far as Derek was concerned, but just the fact that this three who abandoned their pack, their family for their own personal needs made some of the others question his leadership. That couldn't happen at a time like this where there were enemies knocking on their door. His beta's couldn't try and test his limits now when there was a rogue Skin-walker running around in HIS territory, as if he wouldn't retaliate to its presence.
His betas kept trying to tell him retaliation wasn't necessary, but look at what happened the last time they thought that retaliation wasn't necessary. Stiles' father was killed in the crossfire and they lost three pack mates to a hopeless mission at the same time, retaliation was necessary it was imperative in fact. Nothing was more important than making sure this Skin-walker was sent out of his territory with enough force to warn off any other preternatural elements that may think him a weak Alpha unable to hold his territory and betas in check. Derek looked down at Isaac who was cowering after he had just tried to question his authority on the matter; eyes Alpha red, fangs extended and dripping he looked almost feral as he growled out to show his Alpha strength to his wayward beta and the others who might dare think to question him now will expect harsher treatment.
Chris had been up by the time Peter next woke and both men spent a few minutes just staring the other down coming to some sort of standoff with understanding. What surprised them was when Chris moved to get out of bed Stiles had punched the older man in the throat before producing a blade seemingly from nowhere pressed to his already injured neck, as he flipped them to be atop the man knees holding his arms to his sides. Both men were shocked and remained still looking at the boy who had only hours before been crying in their arms. Neither had thought the boy had this type of training, not clumsy little Stiles who always had bumps and scrapes after each fight.
"Stiles, look at me it's Chris. Just look at me I'm not going to hurt you, son. Now put down the knife." Peter was just watching head cocked to the side curious to see what would happen, of course he would stop it before Stiles seriously hurt the hunter if it came down to it; but he wanted to know what his boy would do. Chris waited not moving to see if the boy would recognize him or if he was too far gone in his own mind to recognize friend or foe, seeing only the foes in his mind leaving his body trying to protect itself from nonexistent enemies. It happened to a lot of hunters at some point, himself included.
Stiles could see the man below him, he looked familiar but he couldn't think of why he would be in the same bed with him unless he was trying to catch him off guard in his sleep; which was a big mistake on this man's part. He was always ready for them now that his father was gone, his security was gone along with his dad. Now he had to protect himself, and his pack. Pack, that's what this man was the boy thought as he removed the knife turning his head to see their other member watching closely ready to jump in if needed. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking their guys. Didn't mean to go all kickass on you first thing in the morning."
Climbing off the both the man and bed Stiles stretched and yawned as he walked back out towards their research in the living room leaving both men to stare after him in both wonder and want. Arousal from both men pouring into the air at the display that Stiles had just shown in being able to protect both himself and his pack at all times. "Well Argent would you look at that, bested by a teenage boy whose best weapon we thought was sarcasm."