Little Red

By: Travel1701

Disclaimer: Oh God. The season finale killed me. Seriously, I was so drained. My roommate and I actually cried when it ended, we were that sad. XD I'm sorry guys for the long wait! I promise, it'll never happen again! And again I am floored by all the love the Sterek community has to offer. :D You guys seriously need to know how amazing you are. And fan fiction isn't letting me answer reviews for some reason, but know that I read them all and they made me super happy! :D

So, I got a lot of PMs with all sorts of characters for the rival pack. Sadly, I could not use them all because then the rival pack would be like, thirty something strong and that wouldn't be good. :P It wasn't easy deciding on whom to use, but in the end, the five characters here stood out the most for me. Thank you to everyone who submitted a character! I would have used them all if I could! :D I'll never own Teen Wolf. I have faith in Jeff Davis to lead us to the promise land, filled with Sterek and more Sterek. :D Enjoy!

P.S: It's my birthday on August 16th! XD Hey Jeff Davis! You know what would be an awesome birthday gift? That deleted scene from season 2 where Stiles uses his tongue to try and get off of Derek when they're paralyzed. :D Pretty please?

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Chapter Three: Greetings from The Hale Pack

The unknown Alpha chuckled low in his throat, still not breaking away from the epic staring contest between him and Derek. "A human," he rumbled. "I wouldn't have expected it. I didn't realize that you enjoyed playing with your food."

Derek said nothing, although his grip on Stiles stayed firm, which Stiles had absolutely no problem with because he really didn't appreciate the food comment. The rest of Derek's pack, while still silent, did shuffled a bit closer together towards their den mother, obviously also uncomfortable with the food comment. Seeing their discomfort, the unknown Alpha chuckled again before he raised his hands out, palms upward.

"Pero me perdonas, where are my manners?" he said, the Spanish Stiles recognizing thanks to two years of the dread Spanish class rolling off his tongue. "We have yet to have proper introductions."

Derek managed to smile, his fangs shining. "You walked into my territory uninvited and unannounced," he said. "I think introductions would be greatly in your favor." And really, Stiles couldn't help the bit of pride that rose within him at Derek's chilled tone. The man could be intimidating as Hell when he wanted to be. Stiles knew that from personal experiences.

However, if the Alpha was intimidated, he was damned good at hiding it. Instead, he held onto his smile and simply said, "Of course, mi amigo. Of course." He paused for a moment then, before he said, "My name is Santiago. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Derek Hale."

The pack stiffened as Santiago spoke, all uneasy over the fact that he knew their Alpha's name. Already, they knew more than the Hale pack. Stiles ran his eyes quickly over the Alpha before him. Dark skinned, tall, but not drastically so. Muscles clearly, even if the brown leather jacket he wore concealed most of his upper body. Seriously, what was it with Alphas and leather jackets? Brown hair to his chin, stubble. All in all, he was defiantly an Alpha and defiantly a threat if Derek's body posture was anything to go by.

If Santiago noticed Stiles's quick one-over, he either didn't mind or he didn't care. Stiles was going to go with the latter. The Alpha gestured to the four behind him, not bothering to look their way. Instead, he kept his eyes firmly on Derek. "My mate," he said. "Angelina."

A tan-skinned woman nodded, her brown eyes cool. Stiles took her in, comparing her to his own. She was shorter than her Alpha, but was still intimidating, also sporting a leather jacket. Long black hair in a braid down to her back, she had a body that teenaged boys everywhere drooled over. Lydia and Erica bristled but otherwise stayed quiet.

"My pack," Santiago continued. "Cody." A quite intimidating auburn haired man took a single step forward. 'Tall,' Stiles noted. 'Buzz cut. Slim, not so much on the muscle side.' Although Stiles wasn't going to allow the lack of visible muscle to fool him. He was still a werewolf after all. He was pretty sure that their babies could break his neck if they really tried. Stiles felt a shift on his left and notice Boyd staring at the rival beta intently.

"Roderick," Santiago said, gesturing to a burly dark-skinned man, who simply stood there. Stiles's eyes grew as he noticed the werewolf's huge physic. Seriously, the man was made of pure muscle. Granted, he wasn't tall, but still! Although they weren't moving or making a sound, Stiles knew that Scott and Jackson were watching the large beta with weary eyes.

Lowering his hand, Santiago smiled and said, "Pleased to meet your acquaintance, Derek Hale."

Stiles frowned a bit, noticing that Santiago hadn't introduced the other member of his pack. The last one standing in the back. 'She must be the omega,' he thought, taking her in. She was small; smaller than anyone else in her pack. She had long blonde curly hair and looked young. Like, high school, baby-snatched-out-of-the-cradle, young. And she was holding herself farther from her pack, as if she were scared of leaving them but didn't want to get too close. 'Yep,' Stiles thought. 'Defiantly an omega.'

Derek smiled back, although if the fangs were any indication of his mood, he was still seething. "Likewise," he snarled. "Now, what are you doing here, in my territory?"

Santiago chuckled and his eyes finally broke away from Derek to settle on Stiles. "Ah, but mi amigo," he said, his hands twitching at his sides. "You have yet to introduce to me your… unusual pack." He tilted his head slightly to the side and said, "We wouldn't want to be rude, would we?"

Stiles shifted closer to Derek, weary of the rival Alpha's gaze. He wasn't scared mind you, because hey, surrounded by pack. He was pretty sure of his safety. No, Santiago's gaze was just… creepy. He was staring at Stiles like he was the world's largest chew toy covered in gravy. Stiles scrunched his nose up at the mental image. Oh, that's gross.

"You are trespassing in my territory," Derek rumbled and the pack around him bristled in silent agreement. "I'm not obligated to tell you anything. Now, if you don't answer my question and tell me why you are here, then I will be forced to take action."

And like that, any signs of manners and cordial conversation slipped away with promises to never return. Santiago's eyes flashed red and he snarled, his pack behind him coming to stand by his side, their eyes glowing in the dark. Now, Stiles wasn't a werewolf and didn't plan on becoming one anytime soon. However, he wasn't stupid and was practically raising six teenaged werewolves. He knew a challenge when he saw one and this pack was clearly challenging them, for what Stiles didn't know.

Derek's hackles rose and he let out a snarl of his own, the Hale pack lining up by his side as well. Stiles thought about joining them to show his support, but Derek's grip was clearly telling him to stay put and given the circumstances, he found that he wasn't going to argue. Yep, he was staying right where he was, thank you very much.

The clearing was silent as the two packs stared each other door, both sides waiting for their Alphas to make a move or to give a signal. Santiago's eyes shifted from Derek to Stiles before he let out a laugh. "That human," he said, the words spat out like poison. "Is your mate, is he not?"

Derek didn't answer verbally, but from the way he was holding onto Stiles to the way Stiles was nearly wrapped around him, the answer was obviously clear. Santiago let out another clipped laugh and his fangs shone. "Not much of a pack Derek Hale," he said, taking a single step forward. "You have a human within your ranks. What kind of pack has humans?" Another step. "And you have such a vast amount of territory. It would be a shame if you were to lose it."

Derek snarled again, finally letting go of Stiles and gently handing him over to Isaac and Scott, walking into the middle of the clearing. Santiago smirked and followed, the two Alphas staring at each other, both packs behind them tense and uneasy. Stiles shot his hand outwards and grabbed onto Isaac's shoulder, pulling the boy closer to him while keeping his other hand on Scott's arm. He wanted to ask what was going on, but felt that for now his mouth was better off shut. Just this once, mind you.

They watched as the two Alphas stared at each other, both of their eyes glowing red. Then, Santiago let out a loud roar, the sound nearly causing Stiles to wince in pain. He felt Isaac shrink down a bit and he let out a soft hum, pulling the boy closer. Derek growled and let out his own roar, louder than Santiago's and so clear that Stiles could feel it in his chest. It took a moment for the echo to die down and when it did, both Derek and Santiago were much closer than before, both Alphas raising their heads high and almost pushing their chests out. Stiles stared at them for a moment like they were both insane before it finally clicked.

'Territory battle,' Stiles thought and all of his wolfy research came back to him. Alpha wolves in the wild rarely fought physically with other Alphas. Normally it was the beta's job to fight off intruders. Alphas were too important to risk losing because they kept the pack together and in line. So when a rival pack would come into town, instead of risking themselves the Alphas would basically have an "anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better" contest. Who could howl the loudest, who was taller, who was stronger. Things like that. It was a way to scare of intruders without getting into an actual fight. Stiles hadn't been sure if it would apply to werewolves seeing as Derek liked to get into the action quite a lot and often did, but apparently it did.

In front of him, the two Alphas stood staring at each other, their heads held high and their chests and muscles out for display. Santiago was a good inch taller than Derek but Derek had him in the muscle department. Stiles took a moment to admire the view before both Alphas suddenly bared their fangs, snarling and snapping at each other. Neither pack moved as the Alphas danced around each other. Derek rumbled suddenly, low in his chest and Santiago matched him, the two trying to see who could growl the lowest note. The two packs watched the contest, all senses at attention before finally Derek let out a loud howl. To Stiles's surprise, the rest of the Hale pack howled with him and the message was clear, even to his human self: "Our territory. Get the fuck out please, 'kay thanks."

Santiago stood there for a moment, glaring at the Hale pack before he shuddered and his eyes returned to their regular brown color. He took a step back, then another, and nodded his head, fangs and claw retreating. "I see," he said, stepping back into his own pack. Derek remained where he was, his eyes still molten lava colored, his claws and fangs at the ready. Santiago smirked at him, then looked over to Stiles.

"It seems that the rumors were indeed only rumors," he said, turning back to Derek.

Derek snarled again, a clear warning that if they didn't leave right now, they were going to be chased out and that wouldn't be fun times for them at all. Santiago placed his hands upwards and nodded. "Very well Derek Hale," he said, motioning for his pack to go back into the shadows. As they did, their Alpha again looked over to Stiles.

Santiago stared at him for a moment, stared at him like Stiles was a puzzle that he needed to solve, a small smirk on his lips. Stiles shifted uncomfortably, not quite enjoying being stared at and Derek sensed his discomfort. He let out another snarl and stepped in front of his mate, cutting Santiago off from him. Santiago himself blinked before his smirk grew and he began to walk backwards. "I see that you've made your statement very clear," he said, making his way towards the trees. "Keep your eyes open Derek Hale. Be always on alert."

He ran his tongue over his lips and said, "You never know when someone is going to try and take what is yours."

And then they were gone, leaving as quickly as they had arrived.

For a long, stretched out minute, no one moved. Then, quietly, Isaac whimpered. Blinking, Stiles let out breath that he didn't know he was holding and turned to his pack. Scott, Boyd, and Jackson were panting slightly, glowing eyes still locked onto the trees, their muscles still tense. Erica and Lydia were huddled in closer together, their arms locked. Isaac was apparently trying to fuse himself into Stiles's side, his body shaking. And Derek... Derek was still wolfed out, his eyes still red, rumbling quietly. The pack was still pumping adrenalin from the rival pack scare and they were jumpy, fidgety and frightened. Stiles wasn't even a werewolf and he could practically hear their heartbeats. Stiles bit his lip, then let out a sigh. He knew exactly what to do.

"Derek," he called out softly, wrapping one arm around Isaac and pulling him in tight. The other hand went to Scott, who calmed slightly as Stiles patted his shoulder.

Hearing his mate call out to him, Derek turned silently to Stiles, who was beginning to lead the pack back into the house. He met Derek's red eyes and said, "I think training time is over, yeah?"

Not waiting for an answer, Stiles reached out and grabbed Jackson's arm, pulling at him before doing the same to Boyd. The six werewolves were hesitant at first, still weary and on alert, but then Stiles pulled out all the stops, crooning and humming and they were helpless. One by one, they followed Stiles into the Hale house's living room, only stopping to discard any bloody clothing. Stiles hummed again when Isaac shuddered and slowly laid down in the middle of the living room floor, which was already piled with pillows because pack bonding was pretty much an all-the-time thing, pulling the boy down with him. Isaac shuffled closer until he was nearly in Stiles's lap and then the room was a flurry of movement. Scott was at Stiles's free side in an instant, his face buried in Stiles's neck. Jackson was at Stiles's legs, along with Boyd, and each had Lydia and Erica at their sides. Everyone had at least one hand on Stiles, whether it was to clutch at his shirt or his jeans. It was kind of adorable and it melted Stiles's heart every time they used him as their personal teddy bear. He breathed in deeply, then sighed and forced himself to relax, knowing that it would in turn relax his pack.

A sound came from the front door and Stiles looked up to see Derek, back to his normal sour wolf self. He watched his pack silently, his expression blank. Stiles smiled up at his and cocked his head to the side, inviting the Alpha into the puppy pile. Not saying a word, Derek made his way into the living room and nudged Scott away from Stiles's side, taking his place. Scott made a soft sound of annoyance before he simply snuggled into Derek's side instead, which again was too freaking adorable and perfect blackmail material. Feeling his pack start to relax, Stiles smiled and ran his hand down his Alpha's back. Derek however, still looked angry, which meant that he still was worried.

"Hey," Stiles whispered. He waited until Derek looked at him before he said, "Relax. There are eight of us and five of them. You know that they won't be back tonight."

Derek hesitated before he nodded. "I know," he mumbled, taking a hand and running it down Isaac's side. The shy werewolf sighed and relaxed further. Derek's lips tilted upwards and he said, "I'm still going to go over the territory's boundaries tomorrow. Make sure that they know that it's mine. That you are mine, Little Red, and that they can't have you."

Stiles hummed in agreement and leaned forward to give his mate a quick kiss. "Tomorrow," he agreed. "But right now, you need to just relax and enjoy the puppy pile of love, Sour Wolf."

And when Derek rolled his eyes and the cubs all shook slightly in silent laughter, Stiles knew that his mission was a success.

End of Chapter Three

A/N: Geez, this chapter put up a fight. :P But I prevailed! A big, huge shout out to the creators of the rival pack! Let's give a high five to lunarbeast15 for his betas, Cody and Angelina! And to PromiseMeCourage for her omega, Hailey! And then a shout out to Maranni123 for her Alpha, Santiago! And then lastly, a shout out to the random person on tumblr who gave me Roderick! I have no idea who you are, but he's perfect. :D Thanks you guys! I hope I did you're characters justice and don't worry; they'll be back. ;D Review and favorite if you enjoyed, for reviews are the best birthday gift a writer could ask for! Good night!