AN: I'm trying to stay focused you guys, I really am but MY LIFE! What even…seriously? Don't mind me I'm not going to rant. Pull me away story.
AnAbominableSnowman: Amazing? Love? Strong words there, keep them coming. (cast fishing line for compliments) Thanks, you've brightened my day!
Okay so there are two ways you all seem to see this story going: Stiles ends up with Derek, Stiles ends up with Brett. Am I missing any other options? Why can't they just share him or why can't I just kill Stiles and make everyone miserable? (I'm kidding guys I would never, well, unless it fit too perfectly to refuse. I mean I'm only one writer.).
I'm sure you're not too thrilled about this new chapter now(I'm gonna start losing readers with my horrible sense of humor, I really hope you guys just ignore my stupid AN's.) but I want to thank you all so much for the follows/favorites, I still get shocked when I see them, you're all perfect! On with the Story!
Aleysha took cautious steps towards the house where it had all started. Her heart pounded as she sniffed around, hoping to catch a scent of what the men who hurt Issac smelt like. Although it was always easy to sniff out hunters, they smelt like wolfs bane and dirt and blood most of the time. There were always a few hunter who smelt like wolfs bane. There were always a few hunters that smelt like murder and death. No matter what, she could sniff out a hunter easily. When she did her nose scrunched up and she had to fight back a growl, had to fight back baring her sharp fangs and roaring at the hunters. To her hunters were and always would be murders, killing innocent people like her. She was wary of Scott and Derek but not as much as she was of their hunter friend. She could trust Scott and Derek but their hunter friend she couldn't. Stiles had told the stories of the pack he had but it never mattered because that's all they were, they were one-sided, biased stories, nothing more.
She frowns and sniffs before continuing on her way when all she smells is Scott and the pack's. She walks down the street and sniffs secretly, eyes darting around every few steps, glancing and observing the places where Stiles' had walked and wolves and roamed and hunters would lurk. She glances around as she continues on her way, ready to find herself a hunter and fix her injured friend.
Derek walked the woods, listening to all the noises. He listened to his pack which was just in hearing range but walking away from him, he listened to the creatures around him, he listened to the leaves that rustled as the wind blew. Leaves crunch under his feet, loudly but quiet, every step he takes is like a stab to his heart. He brought stiles back here, he wasn't able to protect his own and had to bring the innocent spark back to the place he originally ran away from. He was dealing with seeing Stiles again as well as anyone could, it hurt but he couldn't let the spark know that. He loved Stiles, he'll always love Stiles but look what happens when the younger man gets involved with werewolves, with him. With him because he's been with werewolves. He's been with a man who claims Stiles is his mate, a werewolf and he's still alive. He sees Derek for one day and he's already dying.
Derek sighs and glances around the woods, his pack's voices silenced by the distance between them as he walks towards the edge of town, until he can find a trail of the men and woman who attacked his beta and in turn attempted to kill hi…Stiles. He pushes past hanging branches and steps over fallen ones, his eyes always darting around the woods as he searched. He hopes they can save Stiles so they can finally do something good for them.
Scott walks in front of David, who trails closely behind. David's quiet, eyes cast down for a second before darting across the woods. Scott looks behind him and sees the worried eyes and smirks lightly.
"You're still new to this huh?" David jumps and snaps his head towards Scott before he smiles back at him and nods.
"Is it that obvious?" He questions and Scott shakes his head before pausing and nodding.
"A little, you're too nervous and you have the look. Did Brett turn you?" David narrows his eyes for a while as they walk through the woods.
"If you're looking for a reason to get Stiles to think Brett's a bad guy, it's not going to work. Stiles offered me the bite." Confusion fills Scott's face as he looks towards the man speaking.
"Stiles can't…" David smirks lightly.
"No, he uh….my wife, Karen was sick, dying. He met us at church and he told us he might be able to help. We didn't believe him at first but after a good nights rest I decided what's the harm and I needed Karen so Stiles convince Brett to bite me and then Karen, I'll never know how he did it." Scott stares at David before nodding and humming, continuing on his way. Stiles had been able to convince Brett to bite not one but two humans. He can't help how many of the other pack members weren't in Brett's pack before Stiles. What if Brett hadn't been able to be a good Alpha without Stiles, that he couldn't turn people? Scott chews on his bottom lip. Stiles really had a family again and it didn't include them.
The two continue on in an awkward silence, eyes darting between the trees and steps cautious as Scott leads the new wolf. Scott stops and puts his hand out.
"Do you hear that?" He asked and David strained before sniffing with Scott. "Get down, stay calm." He pulls David to hide with him behind a tree as they stare out, hidden.
"We're on our way back now, we're laid out some traps in the woods and – well yes, I know that the wolves aren't our target but we might as well – whatever, we're heading back now, goodbye." A man's figure came into view, walking towards the edge of the forest, a female following. Scott sniffed again, he could smell the wolfs bane and the familiar smell of the men who shot Issac. He scowls lightly but David puts a hand on his arm, calming him slightly. They watch the two walk by, stepping carefully.
"He givin' you a hard time again?" The female asks with a laugh as they walk, guns held in hands, weapons hidden.
"When ain't he? He's always givin' us all hard times with huntin'. What's so special bout this one anyway?" The female laughs at him. "Keep your voice down, the wolves will hear ya."
"You ask the same question five minutes ago. You heard what Mitch said, the boy can heal werewolves. He's friends with two pack's….that we know of. He's dangerous and a potential threat. Plus, he scares Mitch, that's a major factor here." The man scoffs and Scott twitches to run after them, David absorbs the information and keeps his eyes locked on the duo.
"More like the only factor, You know Mitch is just a…" His voice fades out as he gets farther away.
"I'm going to text Derek, you text Brett, warn them of the traps in the forest and we're gonna follow their scents to the hotel they're at then call up the reinforcements." Scott says and David nods, pulling out his cell phone in order to text Brett the first part of their plan. He tells him that they were heading deeper and they'll inform them when they find the hotel.
Brett looks down to his phone and sighs at the information. His beta and Scott have found two hunters walking the woods and setting down traps to harm the wolves that weren't their target. These hunters fear Stiles. His beta and Derek's beta were going to follow the duo deeper into the woods and hopefully call him in a few minutes saying they've found the hunters place of resting. He knows they won't leave until they get confirmation that Stiles is dead, which means one of them had to have been checking by Stiles' place, right? He doesn't think as he hurries towards Stiles' place, he's already close enough anyway and if he can get one of them to just tell him where they are he can call all of his pack and Derek's pack to the same spot.
He knows there are three beta werewolves there and he trusts them. Issac seemed genuine and trustworthy even when Stiles spoke with him. But as much as he trusted the three he knew they weren't looking for hunters and hence might miss the scent of one lurking around. He gets there relatively quick and stands outside, sniffing the air. All he can smell are the three betas and his sick mate. He frowns and stares at the window where he hears the talking but chooses to ignore it. He grips his ring between his thumb and pointer, twisting it slightly but not healing, not yet. That was a last resort thing, he trusted his betas to try and help Stiles while he needs it. He sighs before heading off again. He'll never forgive himself if he doesn't save Stiles, ever.
Issac flings the door open and Karen, glances at him, eyes yellow in fear but they dull to her hazel before smiling at him, the smell of her pack mixing with the younger boys pack and scent.
"Karen? Is Stiles doing better?" Karen nods as Issac shuts the door and walks in.
"He's alive if that answers your questions, Jeff's with him now. C'mon I'll show you to him…I uh…didn't get a name…" Issac shakes his head.
"Sorry, Issac." She nods and leads him towards Stiles room, Issac stops and looks towards the Sheriff's room, pausing and taking it in.
"You okay?" She asks, turning from her position at the door and examining him. He nods and turns to her.
"Yeah, it's just….been a while." She hums and turns into the doorway, Issac's slow to follow. Jefferson is sitting on the bed with his hand clenched in Stiles', growling in frustration before letting it go.
"He won't take." Jeff tells them without looking up. "God, sometimes I hate him." Karen smiles lightly, taking a seat by the sick man's feet where she leans up and grips his hand. Her veins puls back before she gasps and snatches her hand away.
"What happened?" Issac asks, concern on his face.
"Stiles' spark is rejecting our healing, he usually does it when we're hurt and he's hurt. He doesn't like us taking away his pain, he hears the horror stories and think we won't care about limiting ourselves." Issac frowns and walks over, cautious and slow. "If you're afraid one of us there might hurt you, don't be." Issac stands and glances towards Stiles' pale skin.
"Is he…breathing?" Jeff looks up at him and stares before nodding. Issac leans down and presses his ears to his chest, listening for the soft heartbeat. His chest was barely rising and falling, breath hardly audible and that scared Issac.
"Don't worry, if he's still strong enough to reject healing, he's strong enough to stay alive for a while longer. He's a fighter, you know that." Karen speaks looking towards th Issac who nods, he did know that. He knew very well Stiles was strong and a fighter. Jeff buried his face into Stiles' hair and inhaled, calming himself and fighting back tears that threatened to continue falling. He had only recently begun to stop crying and he doesn't want to start again.
Issac's hand falls into Stiles' where he grips in, looking at the man. He was desperate for the comfort Stiles used to provide them with while he was here. A silent, dying Stiles couldn't do that but Issac knew that an awake, in pain Stiles would, even though he's moved on, even though he has a new pack. He was desperate to have Stiles awake, Stiles was here, dying because of him. He had been the one who go shot, him. Not the pack. Him. He scrunches his face up, battling his own set of tears and Jeff looks to him. His veins run black and he feels Stiles' rejecting him but he holds on for a few more minutes before he stops trying.
"Stiles." Issac whines and Stiles' knew betas both provide their own comfort. Karen puts a hand on Issac's arm and Jeff grips the intertwined hands.
"Don't worry." Jeff says. "Stiles, will be fine. They'll save him, you'll see." Issac nods and sits on the bedside.
The betas take turns trying to heal Stiles, each time being rejected. Their shoulders slum in defeat every time and they keep sending out hopes that their packs will return with a way to fix this, will return soon before they lose Stiles. Jeff buries his tear stained face into Stiles shoulder and whines.
"Stiles, just hold on a little longer." He pleads in a strained whisper. "Brett'll save you." He promises, the scent of his Alpha a little stronger than before. He knows his uncle is outside, he wonders why. Hopes that they found a cure, hopes that a hunter isn't outside looking for them. He listens but Brett just takes off only moments later. He looks to Karen to confirm his suspicions. Karen just nods. Issac's hand clasps over Stiles for a third time in the past few minutes, pulling back rejected.
"Issac?" Karen questions.
"I…we can't lose him forever." Brett's betas exchange looks and Jeff frowns.
"He'd forgive you, you know, if he hasn't already?" Jeff tells the blond. "I mean, he doesn't talk about you all too much anymore but…he'd forgive you faster than anyone else. You were his favorite. Plus that's one of the reasons Brett loves Stiles, he's so forgiving." Issac frowns, wishing Stiles still loved Derek, but nods, happy Stiles is happy. "He still loves you. You're still family, otherwise, we wouldn't be here. You'll always be his family Issac, you don't need to heal him to have that title, you don't have anything to make up for, don't think otherwise." Issac stares at Jefferson who smiles lightly back.
"He doesn't blame you. Derek was the Alpha, a werewolf survives under their Alpha, with their pack. Going with Stiles would've made you a vulnerable omega. Stiles has come to accept that, he wouldn't want that for any of you. I think he just wants to know you all still love him." Karen murmurs, staring at the floor and not Issac who nods.
"We do. Love him, I mean, we all do." Jeff smiles and nods.
"Trust us, we know, all of us." The three betas settle in next to Stiles and wait, hoping that the young man will pull through and be awake come tomorrow.
AN: There. I like mixing the two packs together, I don't know why it amuses me. I love it, it's fun. I hope you all like it. Hopefully my next update will be faster. I have a little more encouragement from friends reading the story(which is just chaotic, you've got shipwars over here and you've got 'write me this' over there, which I love) and I try my best. Don't have high expectations or anything yet.