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Chapter 12

Stiles

Wednesday, October 23rd, was when a few members of the Pack cornered me. It was outside the university, in the near empty parking lot.

I had finally gotten my Jeep back, everything fixed – even things that didn't need replacing had been fixed and replaced! – but apart from that it was just how I remembered it. She ran a lot better now, I had to admit.

Allison, Jackson and Boyd had all come up to me before I had a chance to grab my backpack out of the back seat of my Jeep. The three stood in front of me, Jackson looking bored as always. But he wasn't fooling anyone – especially me. He was a big softy wolf, really. I mean, he may act all tough, but I could see through that stupid exterior of his. He was just a cuddly pup on the inside; he was just trying to protect himself...

"Can I help you?" I asked, sighing a little, as I grabbed the handle of my backpack.

"Why did you hit Scott?" Allison demanded, glaring a little.

Raising an eyebrow, I huffed slightly. This was all about me hitting her boyfriend? Wow... That was...not what I was expecting.

"What? Didn't the big dogs tell you? They heard every word after all." I asked, snickering a little at Jackson's growl. "Didn't Scotty tell you?"

When Allison said nothing, I rolled my eyes, hefting my backpack onto my shoulder, shifting it around so it didn't touch any of my newer scars too much. While they may have healed over, that meant nothing about them being any less uncomfortable.

"Look, you don't leave Pack." I shrugged. "Simple as. No matter who or what you see, you stick together. If one gets hurt, or worse, it affects you all. So, excuse me for trying to drill that into his tiny puppy mind."

I started walking away, hoping that she would just drop it and leave me alone. I really had to get to class and I didn't want to be late, for the first time ever.

But then I froze when the next words came from behind me.

I couldn't for the life of me remember who said them.

I don't know why they asked.

All I know is that someone spoke.

"What's the deal with you and basements? Who made you so afraid of them anyway?"

I just stood there.

Completely still.

Did they ever get taught that it was not polite to ask questions like that?

Straightening my back and sucking in a short breath, I closed my eyes briefly.

"That's none of your concern." I muttered, slightly bitterly, before I continued walking away, towards the building.

It was later that day, because of that one comment, that I could be found in the training room, beating the shit out of one of the punch bags.

It seemed to be a recurring thing with me – hitting on poor innocent punch bags. But how else was I supposed to get rid of all my pent up energy and frustration? Was I supposed to punch one of the Betas? Or Derek? Was supposed to take it out on myself?

Either way, I prefer the punch bag getting the shit knocked out of it.

I decided that if I work on my fighting skills and speed after school for two, maybe three, hours straight, then I should be fine. As long as I wasn't interrupted, I would be fine. But I doubted, very much, that I would be left alone.

And I knew that, even as Derek slipped into the room, thinking he had gone unnoticed by me.

"You just going to stand there, or are you going to do something?" I panted, continuing to stare at and kick and punch the cylindrical bag in front of me.

Saying nothing, Derek only came over and held the bag steady, as we both watched it start to tip to the side. He gave me a slight, barely there; nod, as if signalling for me to continue my attack. So I did.

I punched harder and faster, getting to a point where I was going to wolf/fox out. But, in an effort to calm myself, I just let my claws pierce through my skin, the pain keeping me anchored.

Derek and I didn't speak as I continued to beat the living crap out of the bag in front of me, until I started to get more frustrated, causing the reaction of me to pick up the bag and throw it at the wall. The Alpha Sourwolf rolled his eyes as he watched me, probably thinking it was some sort of temper tantrum.

Please, he would be lucky if it was just a 'temper tantrum'!

Derek joined me every time I trained by myself, turning it into two man session. At first I had protested, but I could see the benefits of training with an Alpha. Especially since I never got the chance to be taught by my original one – my mom.

Wednesday 30th October, Derek and I were running.

Sometimes we'd be in the training room for three hours straight, or we'd run for that amount of time, and sometimes we'd do half and half. I preferred us doing the one thing for the full three hours, and the running was always my favourite.

Today, we had ran deeper into the woods than we had yet, the thick foliage starting to thin out until it opened up into this large field with short blades of grass and a river running through it.

It looked like one of those scenes you'd get in a cheesy romance film; where the two main characters that fall in love have their first 'spectacularly amazing' first kiss. It was cliché and horrible and, just once, I would love for it to be different. You know?

I rolled my eyes at how my mind ran away from me and how script writers could never come up with anything different. Shaking my head, we kept running.

The motion of turning my head quickly, from one side to the other, was probably what caused me to completely miss the rock that was in front of me.

Which made me fall on to Derek.

Who had turned at the last second.

Making us both fall to the floor.

With me on top of Derek.

Like that day when we were both doing the washing up.

But this time was different. Oh, so different!

The impact caused my head to fly forward and the same time as Derek's, our lips touching together.

Oh, that so was not cool! Well, I mean, it was! I swear there were actual visible sparks, but I didn't put too much thought to that as I pulled away in a panic. I jumped up and off of Derek, running back towards the house before he had even sat up, trying to get rid of the burning desire to kiss Derek again, but properly.

I couldn't be thinking that.

And definitely not about Derek!

I couldn't!

I couldn't fall for it again!

It was another trick! And I wouldn't let good looks or impossible charm or whatever fool me again.

Derek

I watched as Stiles ran, panic and lust and a slight hint on embarrassment exuding off of him.

For one of the first times in a long time, I was confused. That had never happened to me before. I had never kissed anyone – no matter how accidental it was – where sparks had actually been felt.

Deciding I needed to talk to Deaton, I picked myself up off of the ground and made my way back to my house.

However, it turned out that Deaton was going to make this easier for me.

Once I had gotten back to the house, I found him waiting outside, only brightening up slightly as he saw me approach.

"Derek, hello." he greeted. "I just came by to see how Stiles was doing."

"He's doing fine." I said. "Speaking of, what do you know about him?"

"Everything, his mother and I were good friends when she was still alive."

I nodded, thoughtfully. I was going to have to word this next bit right if I was going to get an answer.

First thing I did was listen, trying to find Stiles' heartbeat anywhere in the house. When I couldn't find it, I guessed he was hiding out in his room...

But that didn't mean the rest of the Pack weren't listening in.

"So, you know what he is?" I asked, slowly.

"You mean that he is half werewolf and half were-fox?" Deaton laughed. "Of course I know, how do you think he's been hiding the scent? He comes to me with help for that."

"He's a what?!"

Deaton's heartbeat had stayed steady... He was telling the truth.

A half werewolf half were-fox was extremely rare, there was almost non in existence. Their fox half had brilliant purple eyes and they also had the eyes of their wolf. When turned into their half and half self, one eye would be the purple while the other eye would be the colour of their wolf's eyes. I had thought they were a myth! But there was one living in my house. With my Pack.

I knew there was something about him!

"I should leave now." Deaton muttered, a small scent of panic coming off of him. "Stiles should be the one to explain this, not me. I though you knew..."

The vet trailed off as he slid into his car, pulling away without another word.

Half werewolf half were-fox.

No wonder he was able to beat the Betas in training – or almost beat me.

This was suddenly explaining a lot of things...

Stiles

I hadn't slept the night before. Well, not really anyway. If I did, the nightmares would take me. Besides, I couldn't help but keep thinking about what happened in the forest with Derek.

I was still thinking about it now – Thursday, 31st October, aka Halloween.

I didn't like Halloween much, especially when people dressed up as werewolves. I thought their depiction of them were degrading and just completely wrong. I hated that you couldn't tell who it was behind the mask. I hated that so many people were out after dark...

I always preferred to stay in on Halloween, though it had usually just been me in the house. This time, I had a whole Pack of werewolves too, who actually shared my views of the stupid holiday. And, at four that afternoon, everyone had completed their jobs for tonight.

Allison, Erica and Lydia had made sure we all had plenty of junk food for everyone to just stuff themselves with.

Danny, Isaac and Jackson had made sure there was enough to drink – both alcohol and soft drinks.

Allison, Boyd and Scott had made sure we had all DVDs in the house pilled by the TV, so we could chose what we wanted to watch.

Derek, Peter and I had found all the blankets, duvets and pillows we could find, dragging them downstairs and leaving them in a huge pile on the floor.

Everything was in place, all we had to do was decide what DVD was going in first and then we could start our night!

Of course, that was when the doorbell rang.

Derek, being the head of the household, moved over to the door, while the rest of us found a place on the floor – hence the blankets, duvets and pillows.

I had just sat down when I heard it. One of the two voices that caused my blood to run cold, my heart to beat fast, and for panic to start to take hold of me.

"Hi, I'm looking for Stiles." a familiar voice sounded. "Stiles Stilinski."

No! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! No! I froze where I was standing, heart beating fast.

"And you are?" Derek asked, slowly, carefully, coldly.

"Well, I'm Zane. Zane Brooks." the voice replied. "I'm Stiles' boyfriend."

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