Disclaimer: Last full moon I may or may not have left a baited trap in the woods, still no werewolves.
A/N: I'm awful at updating but thanks for sticking with me. This chapter is a little shorter but I hope you enjoy it.
An Accidental Pack
Derek jerked awake, soon after nodding off, with claws and teeth bared. He gets up and does circuits around the room; his agitation clearly seen in his movements. Every time he'd reach the far corner he'd stop and check on the others. They were huddled together sleeping fitfully; jerking awake and letting out sounds of fear and discomfort. If Derek wasn't standing over them already he would rush over at their sounds of distress. He'd stand between them and the door; growling protectively to let them know any threat would have to go through him first. For hours he continued this pattern.
Derek found himself rubbing his arm occasionally as he paced. Even when the lights came on Derek paced around the room protecting the doggy pile in the corner. Three weary sets of eyes followed his movements. Pup was the first one to get up. He stretched quickly before rushing to Derek's side and shadowing his movements around the room. A soft grow rumbled in the back of both wolves' throats. They walked the perimeter of the room together, keeping an eye out for danger.
Food came like scheduled and after a thorough inspection of the food, through his nose and tongue Derek deemed it as safe as it was previously, before presenting it to the others. He sat next to the lined up bowls. He took a tentative bite of the mush to keep up his strength so he'd be ready when the moment was right to lead an escape with the others. Pup glared once more at the door before eating begrudgingly. Kit and Cub exchanged looks of disgust before beginning to eat as well. Appetites were still not up to par and it showed in the half eaten bowls. No amount of glaring from Derek could get them to eat more. Seeing a lost battle Derek sighed and let it go as he finished chocking down his own breakfast. Derek watched as the still distressed Cub and Kit huddled together seeking comfort from one another. Their two furry heads rested together, sorrowful brown and green eyes looking up searching for reassurance. Pup sat near them placing himself on guard.
Derek started his rounds again unable to sit still. Kit followed the teen with his eyes. The young fox twitched, first in his feet. After a while his tail and head moved randomly with what seemed to be suppressed energy. Cub sat up hissing after getting jostled constantly by her cuddle partner. Kit stilled himself with some effort. Derek watched the drama unfold with a small grin. As soon as Cub settled Kit reached up with his teeth gleaming towards Cub's head. Just as his mouth began to close around the fuzzy spotted ear he was tossed away. A moment of silence fell upon the room with all parties staring at each other. After a beat Derek let out a laugh. He brought his hand up trying to suppress his laughter. Pup rolled on the ground in amusement. Cub gave a smirk of superiority on her smug feline face. Foiled once again on getting one up on Cub; Kit covered his face in shame. It also hid his smile.
Once the laughter died down lunch arrived and was consumed. Derek was overpowered by a giant yawn. Caught in the act he felt the disapproving looks at his lack of rest. His shoulders slumped in defeat as another yawn escaped. He sat down near the door; placing himself in between it and the others.
"You're on watch," he charged to Pup before laying down.
He looked once more over the room than closed his eyes. He sensed the others nearby and let the darkness take him to sleep.
Hours later he was abruptly brought back to the waking world with a jolt. His first instincts were to fight and defend. He froze when he felt soft nibbling on his ear, a slight weight rubbing back and forth on his legs and small paws gently pounding into his back. His eyes opened as a low growl rumbled up his throat. The weight of bodies and teeth disappeared immediately. Tension covered the room like a blanket of fresh snow as Derek rolled off his stomach and into a sitting position. His eyes bored into the three sets of guilty ones. He gave a louder more menacing growl, watching as they hunched smaller into themselves.
Derek cuffed the little shitheads before growling almost playfully, "I knew I shouldn't fall asleep around you guys when you're awake and bored."
The teen shook himself more awake stretching out the kinks from his powernap and unwanted wake up call. As the day drew to a close Derek watched the others begin to bounce back from their trauma. Pup and Kit wrestled and chased each other around the room. Cub gained back her air of indifference occasionally swatting at the boys when their antics got to be to much for her. By the time dinner, or what passed as food in the hellhole, was served Derek was more at ease. He let out an internal sigh of relief when he had a fight on his hands once more when the others kicked up a fuss over eating the provided shit. Derek took up watch as the lights began to dim. He watched the others cuddled together. They fell asleep quickly into what seemed a less troubled sleep then the night before. He kept watch long into the night. When sleep began calling his name he laid down with the others, between them and the door. His new pack would be okay he would make sure of it.