So has anyone figured out what I'm turning Lydia into yet? I know that some guests have gotten it right with what I put in chapter four. And I want to say sorry to them cause I cant use them. I would really love to them. But I really need to be able to get in contact with you so I know how the character to act. So again I'm really sorry.

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Derek reached down to check on Stiles. When he saw that the boy had passed out. The rest of the pack crowded around them as they drew closer. Worry for Stiles etched on they're faces. Derek looked up at them as he picked Stiles up in his arms.

"Boyd. Erica. Isaac. Go and check if you can find any trace of the person who did this." Derek said. The three betas snapping attention at Derek's command. Running off in separate directions. Isaac looked back at Stiles fear coursing through him at Stiles slacken features. Before running fast to find the one that hurt his pack mate.

"Stiles." Scott Said coming close to him and Stiles. Derek slightly tighten his grip on Stiles now bloody t-shirt and hood. Giving a warning growl to the closing beta. Derek walked past him. Scott gave growl of his own before following. Worry and fear for his friend worming it's way down his spine.

The rest of the pack looked out at the places where the three betas ran off. Before heading inside with they're Alpha. When they made it back down inside of the train depot. Derek was putting down on one of the more comfortable couches. Scott hovering close by.

Pealing up the bloody shirts. Derek took a close look and the already closing wound. Scott gasped at the site. Turning slightly Derek motioned for Peter to come over to take a look at it. "That's not a bite from a wolf." Derek said when Peter was close enough to see. Peter just shook his head no.

Derek let out an angry huff and turned to look at Jackson. "Go git a clean rag and some water so we can clean the blood off." Jackson nodded before to the small bathroom. Allison stepped forward. "Why water? Shouldn't he be getting some alcohol to clean the wound with." "It wouldn't matter at this point. Stiles was already turning. Now it's just going a little faster." Peter said.

Jackson came back with a rag and a bottle of rubbing alcohol that Stile had put in there. Derek looked up at him an eyebrow raised. Jackson just shrugged his shoulder. Before looking at the bite mark on Stiles slide. It was thin and looked like it was made with needle like teeth.

Lydia came up behind her boyfriend and took a look at Stiles side. The wound had already healed to the point that the punctures were already sealing. "I didn't know that the bite healed that fast just after getting bitten." She said leaning in to get a closer look. "It doesn't." Derek growled. Wiping the damp rag over the drying blood on Stiles.

Peter coughed. "What Derek is trying to say is that. The bite doesn't normally heal this fast after being bitten. It normally take a few hours for the bite to even look like this." Scott just nodded in agreement. Remembering the time he was bitten. Lydia just kept looking at Peter inquisitively. Peter sighed. "You see Stiles was already turning in to something and now this bite is speeding up the process."

Derek growl got louder now dropping the rag. As he surged up to Peter grabbing him by his shirt collar. "You still haven't told us what hes changing into." Before Peter could even have a chance to talk. The sound of the depots door being pushed open. Alerted the pack that Isaac, Boyd, and Erica had come back from they're search.

Derek let go of Peter and moved to intersect his betas. As they came to the bottom of the stairs. They each had dejected looks on they're faces. Stepping forward Boyd spoke for them. "We didn't find anything. Who ever this guy is. He knows how to hind his tracks." Isaac and Erica nodded. Agreeing with what Boyd said.

Derek growled again. Moving to punch a dint into the side of a train car. everyone jumped at the sound of Derek's fist connecting with the metal. Erica catching site of the still drying blood on Stiles. She moved over to beside him and picked up the dropped rag to continue wiping off the red mess.

Derek turned back around to look at his pack. Seeing that Erica had taken his place at Stiles side. Let out a huffing breath threw his nose. Moving over back to Stiles. Derek was about to take the rag back and move Erica out of the way. When they heard the sound of the depot's door getting ripped off it's hinges.

"HALE!"

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John and Anna moved through the shadows ans allies as the loped across town. "John do you even know where Genim is." Anna asked behind him. John stopped and looked at her. "Just follow the pull Anna. Just follow the pull." He said before taking off again. Doubling his speed as he went.

Anna huffed running faster to catch up with her speeding king. It didn't take them long to reach the old train depot. Where Derek and his pack was held up at. Stopping dead in they're tracks. John tilted his head back and sniffed the air. "You smell that?" John asked. Moving over to a few feet from his son's jeep.

"It smells like blood." Anna said. Moving over to stand by John as he bent down to inspect a small red puddle. Running a finger through the puddle. John brought it back up to his nose to sniff. "Stiles." Was the only thing he said before bolting for the warehouse door and ripping it off it's hinges.

Throwing the now destroyed door to the side. John gave out a mighty roar in his fury. "HALE!" Before rushing down to find his son.

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Everyone down in the depot looked up at the sound of the roar and hurried foot steps coming they way. Derek quickly crouched down in a defensive stance ready to protect his pack. The humans moved over to stand by the couch grabbing some of the training weapons that Allison was teaching them to use.

The running foot step moved quickly trough the hall that lead down to the train storage. The door to the store room was promptly kicked in with such force it had bent the railing. In the door way stood the Sheriff and a woman they had never seen before.

They were shocked as the Sheriff jumped over the rail of the stairs. And make a smooth landing on the ground in front of them. Giving them all a menacing growl eyes glowing a deep emerald green. The Sheriff swept his gaze over the room looking for something. Or someone. Turning his eyes to the couch the Sheriff growled again as he caught site of his son lying there.

Derek crouched lower in front of Stiles ready to protect him. Even it meant from the boys own Father. The woman jumped down next to the Sheriff. Giving him a questioning glance. The Sheriff just nodded as the woman charged forward.

Derek growled now running to intersect the would be attacker. "DEREK NO!" Peter yelled. As his nephew charged the woman. Derek met the woman in the middle of the room. Swiping his claws out at her. The woman easily dodged his claws and made her way to the pack and Stiles.

Derek turned to follow her. When he was blindsided by the Sheriff charging at him. Derek swung back around to face the new threat. The Sheriff was menacing to look at. With sharp fangs and long lethal craws coming at Derek.

With a mighty roar Derek charged back at the Sheriff. The Sheriff answered back with a roar of his own. Waiting for Derek to attack him. The Alpha came at the Sheriff with such ferocity. He thought for sure that he would hit the old man. But the Sheriff just caught his clawed hands and flipped over him and in to a hard throw.

Derek hit the ground hard. Making a sickening crack as one of his ribs broke. Clutching at the broken rib. Derek couched a little hoping he didn't puncture his lung. Noting that he could breath fine. Derek looked over to see how his betas where doing.

It looks like the woman had made short work of the betas and was now breathing a ring of blue fire around the couch to keep the humans from getting closer. Derek forgot about the Sheriff as he watched the fire flicker around the couch and Stiles.

The Sheriff saw Derek's gaze go to the couch that held his son. And moved to block him from charging in to the ring of fire. Derek look up at the Sheriff eyes glowing a blood red. Not wanting to see someone else he cares about die in flames.

Giving a deafening roar Derek charged. But the Sheriff was ready for this and did a kicking back flip. Knocking Derek back a few feet. Spitting out the blood in his mouth Derek got back up and glared at the man in front of him.

The another mighty growl Derek charged the man again. Only to have him flip over Derek and have claws driven into his shoulders and back.

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Stiles let out a pained grown as he heard the sounds of angry and pain filled growls and roars. Blearily Stiles opened his eyes to see blue flames circled on the floor. Blinking a few times he saw his Dad fighting with Derek. And look like he's winning. "Dad?" he asked weekly. Hearing a soft intake of breath. Stiles turned to see a woman standing beside him.

"Aunt Annabelle?"

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Yes the Sheriff is a bamf.

Now I'm going to tell you what I think werecat fighting is going to be like in the verse. I think werecats fighting is more like acrobatics. Then compared to the werewolves more bruit force tactics. Sense they are more agile then wolves are. But if you want to compare it with a real martial art. Then Capoeira would have to be one of the closes one I could think of. Ether way I hope you enjoyed the new chapter.