Little Red
By: Travel1701
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Chapter Two: And Here We Go Again
The sky was darkening fast. The sickening sound of a femur snapping in two echoed through the clearing. The scent of blood and sweat was clear in the air, even to those who weren't graced with supernatural abilities. Howls and snarls were exchanged back and forth, egging on the battles that were taking place. Fangs and claws were out, muscles tense and being pushed to their limits. Just another fun-filled training session at the Hale house.
"Stop, that's enough!"
Scott groaned softly as he backed away, his leg began to repair itself, his eyes focused on the enemy before him. To his left, Boyd was nursing a very large gash to his arm, the dark blood dripping onto the grass. To his right, Isaac's left eye was swollen and his nose was crooked and crusted with blood. Across from them stood Jackson, Erica, and Lydia, all three also sporting their own various injuries from the carnage. Both of Jackson's hands were broken, Erica had a particularly nasty looking gash near her right shoulder, and Lydia's face looked like it'd gotten to a fight with a cheese grater. Their clothes were torn to shreds. In the middle of the six werewolves and a little off to the side stood Derek, his eyes scanning the surrounding and the teens in front of him.
Walking over to inspect each teen individually, Derek spoke. "Scott, you need to be more careful when it comes to lower aimed attacks," he growled out harshly, crouching and reaching a hand out to make sure that the femur had healed correctly. "Your bones can heal fast, but overtime they'll become weaker even with your healing abilities." Scott winced, but nodded and then sat down on the ground legs spread out before him.
"Jackson," Derek continued, moving over to grab both of the teenager's hands, giving them a quick look over. "Work on avoiding using your hands as shields instead of simply dodging. Like I said, your bones will heal but they'll get weaker." Jackson scowled but said nothing and nodded at the red-eyed Alpha glaring at him, the young wolf sitting on the grass as well before he sent Scott a playful glare. Scott simply glared back, a smirk on his lips.
Derek rolled his eyes over their schoolyard rivalry and moved onto the next wolf. He covered everyone, noting improvements and handing out tips as he went. As he inspected Isaac, he paused in his reprimanding over Isaac's lack of force behind his attacks to gently push his nose back into place before resuming the lecture. As he reminded Lydia to use her speed to her advantage and to stop thinking she was tougher than everyone, he pulled a small blue hand towel out of his pants pocket, handing it to the girl so that she could get her face back to order. These small acts of affection, while seriously miniscule, managed to remind the teens that while they were getting berated and yelled at, their Alpha still cared. Or at least, that's how Stiles saw it.
Finally, after Erica had been given an extremely stern talking to about wearing more appropriate clothing for training, Derek let out a sigh and gestured over to where Stiles was sitting at the foot of the Hale house entrance. "Go ahead," he growled. "You have twenty minutes until the next round."
Scott and Jackson let out loud whoops of excitement, both bolting from the ground and into the house, pausing for a moment to have a quick scuffle over who got to the front door first before they slipped inside, followed by the rest of the pack. Standing up, Stiles smiled as he heard the cubs all but attacking the snacks laid out before them. It didn't really matter if they made a mess or not. Stiles had made it very clear in the beginning that any messes made after the food was cooked were their responsibility. Walking over to Derek, Stiles leaned up to wrap his arms around the Alpha's neck.
"Twenty minute break?" he asked, grinning when two arms wrapped themselves around his waist. "Feeling generous tonight?"
Derek scoffed. "More like I need a break from pointing out all of their idiotic mistakes," he said, a scowl on his face. "Even if I were blind I'd still be able to take them all out."
Stiles shrugged. "Hey, they are getting better," he pointed out. "At least they're not at my level of incompetence when it comes to fighting. Seriously, compared to me they're all Bruce Lees in the making. Oh my God, that would be awesome! Karate werewolves! Do you think there's a movie out with karate werewolves? I don't think so. Dude, we could totally…"
The babbling was sudden cut off as Derek caught Stiles in a quick kiss, effectively shutting the teen up. And if Derek wasn't a damned good kisser, then Stiles would have been annoyed at the interruption of what he thought was a brilliant idea. However, Derek's mouth was extremely talented so any thoughts of voicing his annoyance flew right out of the window, onto the street, and were then run over by a semi-truck. Letting out the smallest of moans, Stiles pressed himself closer to his mate, that fuzzy, warm feeling returning to turn his knees into jelly.
A rumble escaped Derek and he slowly pulled away, smirking at Stiles's blissful expression. "Mmmm," the teen hummed, curling his fingers into Derek's hair. "Should I be upset over the fact that all you need to do is kiss me to make me shut up and I can't say a single thing about it because your mouth is seriously made of win?"
Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles chuckled and said, "Yeah. I thought not. Still, it's so not fair that you have the world's most talented mouth. You should see about breaking some records."
"Stiles," Derek said, leaning down to rest his forehead against his mate's. "Please stop talking."
Stiles huffed but remained silent, a small smile on his face as he just enjoyed the sounds of the forest around him, the nearly silent breaths of his Alpha, and the occasional yelp or growl from the Hale house. Pressing himself closer to his mate, Stiles thanked the Lord that it was a Friday night because Fridays really were the best, aside fro Saturdays of course.
It had become accepted by the pack that while weekdays were to be spent at their respective homes with their "normal" families, weekends belonged to the Hale house. After school on Fridays, Stiles would pack everyone into his jeep and drive off into the woods, no one bothering to pack anything because it was probably already at the house. Clothes, toothbrushes, video games. It was all there. Derek would either be at home working out or out scanning his territory's boundaries. Stiles had once asked just how big Derek's territory was and the answer was roughly all of Beacon Hills, with a few dozen acres of land for good measures. Nothing too big after all. Insert sarcasm here.
Once everyone was home, Stile would then start cooking with the restocked kitchen and the cubs would go and goof off until Derek came home or until the sun began to set. In the beginning, Derek had questioned Stiles if the cooking for six teenaged werewolves bothered him at all, seeing they could probably cook for themselves just fine, excluding Scott and Jackson of course. Stiles had assured him that no, he wasn't bothered by it. He actually enjoyed it. He loved cooking and had been cooking for his dad for years. Cooking for the pack made him feel useful, even though Derek had assured him that even if he didn't cook, he'd still be Mr. Mom to the cubs, a fact that filled Stiles with glee.
Training began at seven, right as the sky wasn't too dark or too light. During the cubs' warm-ups, Stiles would drive Allison home before returning to watch the pups beat the crap out of each other. Only the pack spent the night at the Hale house, so Allison would come back in the morning if her parents allowed it. Now, it wasn't as if they didn't want Allison in the pack. She was Scott's girlfriend, Stiles and Lydia's friend, so of course they wanted her around. She just wasn't pack. Allison was more… pack by proxy, as Stiles had so eloquently put it. Allison had just smiled while Scott simply looked confused, no surprise there.
Training lasted until the sky was completely dark, or around ten or eleven. Ten in Derek was in a good mood or eleven if he was in a bad mood. Then everyone would puppy pile into the living room onto the floor or couch and maybe watch a movie or some T.V before everyone fell asleep. God, Stiles loved Friday nights. Inhaling deeply, Stiles leaned forward to rub his cheek against Derek's stubble, giggling quite a manly giggle as the Alpha rumbled low in his chest.
"You know," he said quietly. "You're twenty minute limit expired like, five minutes ago."
Derek said nothing, choosing to instead rumble some more as he pressed closer to his mate. Stile let out a huff and ran his hands through the Alpha's hair. "They're probably in there not making any noise, hoping that you'll forget about the rest of training if I cuddle you enough," he said, knowing full well that the werewolves could hear him from inside the house.
That earned him a dark chuckle. "Like that will happen any time soon," Derek growled, pressing a quick kiss to Stiles's neck before moving away. Stiles felt a pout begin to form as the warm body left his, moving his arms from Derek's neck and crossing them over his chest.
"Hey," he said. "My cuddles are amazing and you know it. I could stop world hunger and achieve world peace with my cuddles! You're just jealous."
Derek rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak before he snapped his jaws shut with an audible click. Stiles watched as the muscles in the Alpha's shoulders began to tense as if preparing for an attack, his eyes becoming red, his claws out and ready. The playful mood that had surrounded the clearing suddenly disappeared, leaving everything quiet. Stiles made a move towards Derek, about to ask what was wrong, when the entire pack was suddenly out of the house and by Derek's side, silently creating something of a V formation, Isaac and Scott crowding around Stiles, each with their own claws out and eyes glowing in the dark.
Feeling more than a little freaked out over the sudden change, Stiles made his way to Derek, reaching out to wrap a hand around his arm. He'd dealt with enough supernatural crap to know that when the werewolves were at attention, it was best to shut up and for humans to get close to the Alpha. Derek didn't look his way but made a low croon, wrapping an arm around Stiles to pull him in close. Stiles glanced around before he asked, "What's wrong?"
Derek didn't answer. He didn't have to. Before he could, a howl suddenly echoed over the clearing. It was low and extremely loud. And it wasn't familiar. Stiles could feel the howl vibrate in his chest and he was pulled in closer to Derek's side, the Alpha letting out a snarl before he sent up his own howl in answer. If Stiles had thought the first howl was loud, Derek's was near deafening but he really didn't mind. Derek's howl was almost a comfort for him, which was kind of weird but hey, he was dating a werewolf. He'd passed weird a long time ago.
The howl echoed for a few moments before everything went silent again. A minute passed with absolute silence. No one moved. Each wolf was at attention, their eyes scanning the area around them. Derek's eyes were still glowing red and his grip on Stiles was still iron-tight, which was totally okay in Stiles's book. However, he really did want to know what was going on.
Reaching up with his free hand to brush his fingers against Derek's chest, he asked quietly, "Derek, what's going on?"
"Nothing that a human such as yourself should be concerned with," a voice said from the dark forest, catching Stiles by surprise. Scott and Isaac moved closer to Stiles while Derek bared his fangs with a growl at the direction of the voice. Stiles ran his eyes over the shadows but couldn't see anything. The voice chuckled.
"Poor little human," it sneered. "Your eyes can't see me with such little light. How do you survive with such weakened senses?"
Stiles couldn't help but frown. He wasn't little. He was fun-sized. There was a difference, thank you very much. And what was with the nasty comments? Obviosly someone needed to teach that voice some manners. Stiles blinked. God damn motherly instincts.
"Show yourself," Derek rumbled, pressing Stiles closer to his side as if he were trying to glue them together at the hip. "If you come into my territory, you will show me the respect of speaking to my pack and I face to face."
The voice paused before it answered. "Of course," it said. "I meant no disrespect."
It was then that Stiles was finally able to see them. They walked out of the forest silently, also in the V formation that the wolves seemed so fond of. There were a totally of five of them, four following behind what was obviously the leader of the group. Stiles knew right away that they were werewolves, as if the glowing eyes and claws weren't already dead giveaways. As they approached, Derek let loose a feral snarl. The unknown pack stopped a good ten feet away, just close enough to talk.
The middle man smiled and his fangs flashed dangerously. Derek scowled. Each pack was tense and ready. If anyone made a move, they'd be ready to go for the kill. A moment passed with the two packs simply sizing each other up, no one saying a word. Then, finally, someone broke the tense silence.
"Wow," Stiles whispered, every head turning towards him, save for Derek and the unknown Alpha. He made a grabbing motion in the air with his free hand. "I can literally feel the awkward and tension in the air."
End of Chapter Two
A/N: So. I watched tonight's episode. And literally died a little inside. I won't say any spoilers, but yeah. I died. Anyways, some fun stuff now. So a new pack has strolled into Beacon Hills! Gasp! Now, I already had the new pack members down and ready to go. But then, at the last minute, I decided to do something fun. So, I'm having you, my followers, write up my characters for the rival pack! :D Here are the guidelines: I need one Alpha, three Betas, and one Omega. In a PM, tell me their names, ages, hair color, eyes color, anything you feel is important. The deadline for the character PMs is Thursday. On Friday I shall choose the pack members and then give a shout out to their creators on my next update. :D Sound like fun? If you're interested, PM me with your characters! As always, thank you for reading and please review! I try to answer all of them but you guys are too awesome and send me a lot. :D Good night everyone!
