After that night it was an unspoken agreement that Accalia and Stiles were friends. He slept in the guest room bed every night and she hadn't had any nightmares. She still missed Derek but she held onto the fact that her senses told her he wasn't dead, and if she could trust anything it was her senses.
She just had to wait for him to heal and come back to get her. For now she had Stiles holding her hand every night fighting away the nightmares.
….
The night before the full moon Stiles stumbled into his bedroom, smelling like jack and concern.
I wrinkled my nose watching as he kicked his shoes off not bothering with the light switch, he shrugged his jacket off and then his belt before he caught sight of my cold silver eyes glowing from the other side of his room.
He yelped tripping over his discarded shoe landing with a painful thump on the floor. "Holy God, What the hell are you doing?" He whined. "Are all the werewolves suddenly going insane?! The full moon isn't until tomorrow."
I held out a hand to help him up, I could feel my eyes shift back to they're hazy mint green and I glared at him in the dim bedroom. "Your drunk." I stated a growl.
"No after that I'm pretty sure I'm sober." He snipped rubbing a hand on his still racing heart.
I rolled my eyes at him, not noticing them once again flashing silver. He frowned. "Seriously Cali (Kaylee)," He began using the nickname he had given to me while I pretended not to like it, "The full moons not till tomorrow what's wrong?"
"Nothing." I insisted with a shake of my head plopping down on the end of his bed, crossing my legs Indian style. "It just comes with the Delta territory."
"Right." He drawled sprawling out next to me, "Explain that one for me? What is a Delta?"
I sighed scrubbing a hand down my face.
"Delta's are exceedingly rare in a wolf pack. They can only be born, there's never been a case of a bitten Delta, it's kind of like a gene mutation. Werewolves have both human and wolf DNA, Bitten wolves obviously have less wolf blood then born wolves but the born wolves still have more human blood then wolf. Deltas? We have more wolf blood then we do human."
Stiles licked his lips in thought and my eyes unwillingly follow the action, "So how does that change things for you?"
"Delta's are typically pack enforcer, because of our traits. We have better senses, more aggression, we're faster, stronger, more animalistic in every way. And while that can be good, it can also be very bad. Because of our strong instincts it makes it harder for us to resist the command of an Alpha. But we also rival them in Strength, if a Delta were to turn on an Alpha or the other way around it would be a blood bath."
He shot up into a sitting position ignoring the head rush I'm sure it gave him, turning his wide whiskey eyes toward me. "Does that mean you would have a chance against the Alpha?" He asked hesitantly.
I grimace bobbing my head side to side in a so- so manner.
"I could but its also a huge risk. For me to be able to take him especially an Alpha that animalist, I would have to let go of that last shred of self control I struggle to hold onto on a daily basis. I'll warn you now I will be just barely holding it together tomorrow. Control has never been one of my strong suits, I can do it but it'll be painful and difficult. If I were to give into that rage I don't know if I'd be able to get that control back."
…...
..
"Hey," Stiles called hesitantly walking into the kitchen the next morning I was already up when he got in the shower that morning and now I stood at the counter my head hung between my shoulders that were impossibly tense.
Listening to the incessant chirping of this ridiculous blue jay that would not for the life of the stupid thing shut up.
I had on a pair of black leggings along with a lace bralette and a sheer grey tank. I'm sure Stiles could hear a growl vibrating through my chest where he stood and I could hear him shift uncomfortably, "You okay?"
My muscle twitched at the sound of his voice and I took a deep breath to get myself under control "There is a bird outside that won't shut up." I admitted turning to face him with an expression so appalled he fought to keep from laughing.
"Alright why don't we get you to school okay?" He said with a small amused smile.
He seemed to radiate happiness despite the fact that I was ready to murder someone over a bird and I felt a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach at the sight, I shook my head ignoring the more then friendly feeling toward my only actual friend giving him a genuine grin and a snort of amusement.
"Yeah we should probably keep wolf boy under control, I don't think he's going to handle his second full moon very well." I predicted.
"Oh ye of little faith." He tutted grabbing my hand and dragging me out the door with him, "Anything is possible if you just believe."
"Don't start with me."
….
The fact that we had a test in chemistry which meant dealing with mister Harris made holding onto my shred of self control all that more difficult.
The glare I was aiming at the test booklet on my desk could've caused it to catch fire. I could practically feel Scott shifting in his seat like a frightened deer ready to flee, and his nervous energy was putting me on edge.
I could also feel Stiles' gaze switching nervously between me and Scott, he was tapping his foot and his pencil nonstop and I had just about had it.
He had started to hum quietly along with his taping when I finally snapped. I whirled around, my eyes glowing and my lip pulled back into a snarl, his desk was directly behind mine and with my hair falling in a curtain around my face I was certain nobody else could see it.
Stiles froze his expression of terror almost comical, my hand shot out wrapping around the pencil in his own, "Sit still." I growled leaning so close to his face that our noses were practically touching. He swallowed thickly as I snapped the pencil dropping it on his desk and turning back to face the front of the class.
I heard him let out a shaky breath and wince letting my shoulders slump and my head connect with the top of my desk.
"You have forty five minutes to complete the test."
His voice was enough to make me want to go on a murderous rampage but I settled for digging my claws into the under side of the desk listening to him drone on.
"Twenty five percent of your grade can be earned right now, simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." Harris continued, and I fought the smile tugging at my lips while I heard Stiles scramble to write his name on his test.
I wrote my own in a more calm manner. "However, as it happens every year. One of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover," I heard Stiles' eraser rub at his paper while he grumbled and I shook my head in amusement, "And I'll be left, yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher."
Stiles' pencil rewrote the name on his test and I juggled with the thought of peaking at his real name.
"So, lets get the disappointment over with. So begin."
I flipped open the desk booklet effortlessly filling in circles, most of them I knew. There were a few I wasn't sure on so I filled them in randomly.
My process was cut off when Scott jumped up from his desk and ran out the door, everyone's eyes following and Harris yelling, "Mr. McCall!"
Stiles heart rate spiked and I rolled my eyes, scrambling to fill in my last few circles, as he ran out the door after him, "Mr. Stilinski!"
"Ms. Hale!" He yelled outraged as I followed them out the door dropping my finished test on his desk as I went. "Ms. Hale get back In here!"
"Hop off my dick Harris!"
…Yeah.
I'll regret that one tomorrow.
I followed there voiced to the boys locker room, I rolled my eyes, why was it always the locker room?
"You got dumped Scott, it's supposed to suck." Stiles said as I came around the corner Scott sat under the showerhead his clothes wet and his hair dripping he had his inhaler in his hand and I raised a brow at Stiles, "Asthma attack?"
"Panic attack." He corrected, I nodded, "Ah."
"No. That's not it." Scott said panted as he continued, "It was like I could feel everything else in the room. Everyone's emotions."
"That's because you can." I chimed in and his wounded gaze landed on me, "It's the full moon, it's just effecting you differently this time."
"So, we'll lock you up in your room just like we planned." Stiles intercepted, shrugging. "That way the Alpha can't get to you either." he concluded.
"What about her?" Scott asked gesturing to me. "We gonna lock her up to?"
I shook my head with a dark chuckle, "Not a good Idea. I don't do well contained, it only agitates me more."
"Yeah and I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room." Scott said.
"You mean because of the hunters?" Stiles asked but I could sense the blood lust on him.
"No," Scott breathed. "Because if I get out…"
"He thinks he'll kill someone."
….
"Well that was a disaster."
Practice did not go as planned, Danny ended up with a bloody and bruised nose, Lydia ended up with bruised lips and Stiles ended up with bruised feelings.
"Yes thank you for clearing that up." Stiles snapped, "Would you just get in the car."
I didn't respond, feeling slightly hurt at his mood towards me instead I gently nudged him out of the way, picking up the duffle bag of chains he was struggling to lift and put it in the trunk of his car.
I settled into his passenger seat turning my head away when he opened his mouth to speak. He sighed starting the car and heading toward Scotts house.
…...
Stiles opened the door with a key, I'm almost sure he's not supposed to have.
"Scott?" A woman who I'm assuming to be his mother called as we walked through the door.
"Stiles," Stiles corrected sending her a smile I followed quietly next to him.
"Key." She said confused pointing to the object in his hand.
"Yeah, I had one made so," He said with a shrug I rolled my eyes.
"That doesn't surprise me, scares me. But it doesn't surprise me."
I snorted and she turned her attention toward me offering me a motherly smile that I hadn't seen in so long it sent a pain through my chest.
"I'm sorry sweetie, you are?" She asked.
"Accalia Hale, nice to meet you Ms. McCall." I said holding out my hand. Her heartbeat stuttered when I said my name but she did a good job of hiding it.
She smiled at me shaking my hand softly, "You can call me Melissa, we're a very informal family." She said waving her hand in dismissal.
"Stiles?" She questioned once she let go of my hand.
"Yeah?" Stiles answered rocking back on his heels and clasping his hands together.
"Is he alright?" She asked obviously referring to Scott.
He smiled sadly, "Cali why don't you take this upstairs? I'll meet you up there in a minute." He said handing me to duffle bag, Melissa gave it a questioning look and I shrugged lightly.
"School project."
…...
"She alright?" I asked from my spot leaning against the wall opposite of Scotts door, I could tell because it was cover in the unmistakable scent of wolf. When Stiles came up the stairs.
He shrugged, "Just worried about Scott."
I nod my head in understanding, "As well she should be."
I push past Stiles into Scotts bedroom making note of said teen wolf sitting in his desk chair. He obviously came in through the window, I quirk a brow.
Stiles follows in after me jumping in fright when he saw him sitting there. "Dude what are you doing your mom said you weren't home yet." He said with a sigh.
"I came in through the window." Scott replied.
"Are you sure your alright? Because you kind of got this serial killer look in your eye and its starting to freak me out." Stiles said eyeing him warily.
"I'm fine. I was just going to take a shower and go to bed early." Scott answered his voice void of all emotion.
I scoff not buying it for a second, "Yeah and I'm the poster child for self control."
Scott levels his glare at me and I flash my eyes. He huffs looking back toward Stiles, "What's in the bag?" He questioned nodding his head towards it.
"Come see."
He picked up a hand full of chains, sneering at us, "You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?"
"Actually, no." Stiles answered, before pouncing on Scott and a handcuff around Scott's wrist and to the radiator under his window.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Scott roared lunging at us. I sniff in distaste knocking him back with the toe of my boot.
"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback, for making out with Lydia."
….
I sat against the wall outside Scotts room, fighting my instincts more and more as the moon rose. I was shaking my eyes, were flashing, and I was breathing like a women in labor. But I was in control.
"Really?" I asked seeing Stiles come up the stairs with a dog bowl that said 'Scott' on the side.
"He had it coming." He snapped.
"There better not be one of those with my name on it or I will maim you." I warned only half teasing.
"Noted."
"IM GONNA KILL YOU!" Scott screamed throwing the bowl of water at Stiles' back. I growl loudly in warning but it does little as Stiles whirls around to face him.
"You kissed Lydia! That's my- That's the one girl that I-" He didn't finish his sentence and I glance up to watch him, his face turning red in anger and his fist clenched.
"For the past three hours, I've been thinking it's probably the full moon, ya know? He doesn't even know what he's doing and tomorrow you'll be totally back to normal. He probably wouldn't remember what a complete dumb ass he's been, a son-of-a-bitch, a freakin' unbelievable piece of crap friend!" Stiles finished.
"….She kissed me." Scott said suddenly.
I growl dropping my back against the wall.
"What?"
"I didn't kiss he; she kissed me. There was a lot more too. She had her hands all over me-"
I had enough, I jumped to my feet my face shifting as I snarled at him viciously, I grabbed Stiles hand and pulled him into the hallway slamming the door shut behind us.
We both slid down the wall I released his hand trying to keep my rapidly shifting claws away from him. "You could do better."
"What?" He questioned bemused shifting his eyes over to study my face.
"Lydia. You could do better." I repeated.
His heart stuttered.
"Thanks."
…...
"Stiles…come on, let me out. It's the full moon, I swear." My eye twitches at the whimper in his voice, "You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. It's the full moon. It's Allison breaking up with me. I know it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me and I feel completely helpless."
Stiles had tears in his eyes and his hands clasped together tightly I grit my teeth against the urge to go permanently silence the asshole causing his distress and place a hand over both of his.
"Please Stiles just let me out." Scott pleaded.
"I can't." Was the painful whispered response.
Scott starts screaming and my eyes shift unwillingly when the moon rises to it's highest point. I slam my hands over my ears trying to block out the screams and my breath turns ragged as I fight against the overwhelming need to shift.
His screams stop and I can't hear his heartbeat anymore. Stiles gets up cautiously carefully pushing open the door. "Scott?"
I drag myself up after him, "He's gone," I gasp pain radiating through my body all my bones aching and my muscles tensing with the force it takes to hold it together. "I'll go find him."
"No!" Stiles yells and I startle furrowing my brows at him. He sighs, "Please just if you stay here I don't have to worry alright? I know at least your safe and under control – somewhat."
I narrow my eyes at him, "Stiles you don't have to worry about me."
"Yes I do- just please?" He pleads gripping my shoulders gently.
My resolve crumbles and I growl softly under my breath. I exhale harshly tossing my hands in the air, "Alright yeah fine. But if anything goes wrong, you call you alright!" I demand.
He nod "Yeah I promise."
He runs out the door and I curse myself for letting him go alone.
….
I must've fallen asleep in the chair in Scott room because the next thing I know I'm being shaken awake. "Lia, wake up."
When the words register I bolt up, latching onto the leather clad figure above me. Derek's the only person who calls me Lia. I throw myself at him paying no mind to Scott watching us curiously from his bed.
I wrap my arms around his shoulder and my legs around his waist. Burying my head in his neck I breath in his sent of leather and whiskey. He wraps his strong arms around my back in support kissing the top of my head breathing in the scent of my coconut shampoo.
"Oh my god, Derek!" I gasp squeezing him tighter if even possible, "Don't ever do something like that again!"
He chuckles and my eyes fill with tears at the sound I was terrified I'd never hear again. "I'll do my best." He says his dry humor filling my ears causing him to laugh in pure relief.
I hear Stiles run into Scotts room, freezing when he gets through the door. I can't see him but I know Derek can from over my shoulder. He clears his throat. "Lia I have to go."
The words send panic surging through my and I frantically shake my head "What no! You can't leave again!"
"Accalia, I'm wanted by the police, and the hunters are looking for me. I have to lay low for awhile." He insists. I know he's right but I'm crying and I can't catch my breath my nails are digging into his shoulders. "don't leave me." I'm begging. I can hear myself but I can't stop.
I can smell the distress and pain coming off of Derek and I know he doesn't want to leave but I can't make it easier.
He pries me off of him and I fight the entire way. He passes me off into another pair of arms, I recognize the citrus scent of Stiles and turn in his arms burying my face in his flannel shirt so I don't have to watch him walk away.
Stiles wraps his arms around me running his fingers hesitantly through my hair shushing my sobs quietly.
"Stiles." Derek says and I squeeze tighter.
"Take care of her."
