Chapter 8

Stiles woke up, a little drowsy from his sleep, he turned and stared at the ceiling thinking about last night's events, and how complicated everything was turning out, Derek actually liked him but he didn't want to be with him because of his age which Stiles thought was bullshit, he was going be 17 soon so what the hell was Derek thinking, sure the guy was a bit older but that didn't really matter with the supernatural shit that seems to happen in this town, if he was old enough to help fight a goddamn were-lizard then he was old enough to be in a relationship with someone older than him.

And Derek couldn't of shown interest at the worst possible time, when his best friend from twelve years ago shows up, hot as ever, understanding and basically having the qualities of a good boyfriend, shows interest in him, and he was slowly, ok trying to get his feelings for Derek to cool down, drift off, but then they heat right back up when Derek looked at him with a look that said, 'I wanna go ten rounds with you and maybe a couple after'.

He banged his in head into the pillow frustrated. He turned into his pillow and screamed, after he calmed down after a while he huffed and got out of bed to get ready for the day.

He went down stairs and smelled breakfast, he slowly crept downstairs and peeked into the kitchen, he was surprised at what he saw, Derek was cooking breakfast, and with no shirt showing off his tattoo and sleeping pants that made his ass look amazing, not that it didn't look amazing in his normal jeans.

"Mornin, Stiles", he jumped and sort of fell down, he picked himself head held high, he could hear Derek chuckling.

"Good morning, Derek", he walked to Derek's side to peeked at what he was cooking, there were eggs on one skillet and sausage on the other, "so what's the occasion you rarely cook", he asked.

Derek looked at him and his eyebrow slowly rose, "do I need one?"

Stiles shook his head, "no, no, you don't, I mean everyone is entitled to cook their own breakfast, it not like we're in a totalitarian government, that's first law is 'only the first born of each family can cook breakfast', and that would be weird law anyway considering it has nothing to do with the Nation, really".

Derek shook his head slowly, "go sit at the table", Stiles followed his command.

He sat down as he watched Derek's muscles move as he fixed the plates, he knew Derek was built but man those arms and abs looked like they came from the front cover of a workout magazine of the most beautiful physical form, and an whole article was written about them, he was really getting turned on just staring at them and he had to readjust when Derek's back was turned, when he looked up and saw Derek was glaring at him, one eyebrow raised, he blushed and looked down.

Derek sat the plate in front of him and grumbled, "I'll be back, you can eat without me".

Stiles slowly ate while trying to calm down, Derek had caught him ogling him, and could smell him too, god that was embarrassing.

Derek came downstairs a few moments later with his shirt on, he didn't say anything just sat down and started eating.

"So, thanks for the breakfast, does that mean you changed your mind?" Stiles asked hopefully,

"No", Derek simply answered looking at him and then going back to his food.

Stiles nodded his head and finished his breakfast while silently fuming, "so where are the others?"

"They went to school early", Derek said not looking at Stiles.

"Ok, you're confusing me, I know you made them leave, and you cooked me this breakfast, I thought it was an apology and I got some sense through to you last night", Stiles stated.

Derek looked him straight in the eyes, "It is an apology for telling you no like I did yesterday, but it's not apology for saying no, I'm not budging on that Stiles".

Stiles became even angrier, he took his plate and sat it in the sink, he went to the front door, determined to walk to school, because he refused to have the grumpy werewolf who seemed to love to send him mix signals take him to school, but he was surprised to find that his jeep was sitting outside.

When he turned around Derek was already there, scaring the hell out of him again, "goddamn, Alpha ninja wolf skills", he grumbled angrily, he look at Derek who had the keys in his hand but wasn't paying attention to him, he was oddly sniffing the air, Stiles shook his head not even trying to find out why.

He tried to make a grab for the keys, but Derek quickly put them out of his reach, there was a concerned look on Derek's face, he made his way past Stiles and continued sniffing, "there was someone here, but their gone now", he turned and looked at Stiles for a moment and handed him his keys, "here, I drove your car down here last night, go to school before your late".

Stiles started at him in shock, "Don't try to get rid of me, it's not that easy, what if whoever has here is still lurking I'm not leaving you alone".

Derek looked at Stiles a single eyebrow raised next to his hairline, "Stiles, their long gone by now, the scent, it's just lurking, if they come back I'll call".

Stiles huffed, "just promise me you won't go looking for them alone", looking at him hopefully.

Derek nodded and then went into the house, Stiles sighed and got into the car, driving to school, trying not to let his thoughts consume him and he failed completely.

He was driving at the speed that he usually did, when he saw a dark figure standing in the middle of the road, he quickly pushed on the brakes, but they didn't seem to work, he panicked and quickly turned to avoid hitting the person when the jeep flipped, it rolled and the only thing that kept him in his seat was his seatbelt.

His arms was thrown to and fro, as the jeep flipped turning over and stopping, leaving it upside down, Stiles took a moment to try and calm him down, adrenaline still pumping through his body, after he slowed his breath down, he quickly checked himself, he wasn't seriously injured thank god, his arm was bruised a little, and some blood was seeping from a wound on his head, he touched it and pain spiked through his skull, he wasn't going to do that again.

He began to try and get himself free, when he saw a shadow appear by the car, hoping flashed within him, "hey, help, I'm stuck can you help me?", he didn't hear a reply, he was going to call for help again, when the shadow became darker and he saw there wasn't any feet, only a black cloak billowing around, his heart stopped and realized he should be calling for a different kind of help, "Derek!".

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Derek Pov

He was finishing cleaning up the kitchen, when fear arose inside him, he was feeling someone through the bond, one of his pack, It was Stiles, he was hurt and in trouble, he quickly ran outside when he heard, "Derek!", Stiles was screaming for him and he was close.

He pushed himself faster than he ever did in his life before, pain and worry gripped him, that Stiles was in trouble and he would be too late, he emerged from the woods on the street, Stiles jeep was flipped over but that wasn't what had him frozen, it was the Crone that had a bleeding Stiles by the throat, He shook of the fear and shifted, he roared grapping the Crone's attention.

It turned to him and sneered it, he charged at it but was thrown sideways by an invisible force, he hurriedly got back up, and charged again, the crone's attention was no longer on him but Stiles, "Ego pono maledictionem super vos", It whispered, there was a flash of bright light, when Derek could see again, Stiles was on the ground and the Crone has disappeared.

He was at Stiles side in a flash, he was lying there like he was sleeping peacefully, and for a moment he stopped breathing, he thought Stiles was dead until he heard his heart beating slowly, he let out a sigh of relief, he looked at him, there were gash on his forehead that wasn't too bad he maybe had a concussion ,"Stiles" he whispered, he expected some kind of answer, for Stiles to open his eyes and make some kind of joke but he didn't get that, Stiles stayed silent, "Stiles, wake up!", he yelled but still no answer.

He gripped Stiles close to him, he pulled out his phone and called 911, he told them that there had been an accident, where it was, and that he was taking the person to the hospital, he quickly hung up after.

He picked Stiles up and ran to his car, he laid Stiles in the back gently, he then got into the car and drove the hospital as fast as he could.

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Damien Pov

He had just gotten to Morrell's, her house was a plain one, it was white with a blue trim and a garage, and the house had the normal big window downstairs and two for the second story, she really didn't want to draw attention.

He got out of the car and walked to the front door, she knew he was coming, but his senses were setting off alarming bells, she had the whole place spelled, he expected her too, but the spells he was sensing were of the killing variety.

She hadn't turned them off, he wondered if she had actually wanted to kill him, but he dismissed it when he realized they were only put on the windows and doors.

He rang the doorbell and waited, a few moments later she answered, she opened the door slowly and smiled at him, it was the creepy smile that any teenage boy could mistake for a sexy one, but he could see through it.

It was easy enough to peer through those kind of looks after the succubus he encountered on his last mission had tried to sway him, after they weren't trying to feed off of him and he really got to know them, they were nice and taught him a few things.

He smiled back and nodded his head, "Morrell", she nodded back in greeting and waved her arm as if welcoming him in.

He walked in and looked around, he wasn't very surprised by the décor because their wasn't too much of it, some of the other 'agents' he met had their place set up the same way, homey enough to appear moved in, but easy enough to move out.

When he thought of his place, he cringed a little, it was kind of the same, he was really going to have to change that.

She closed the door and lead him to her office, it seemed to have plenty of books along the walls, he could only guess at what any of them were, there was a lying couch and a chair, a desk by the far wall with folders laid out he wanted a peek at them.

They both sat down, he on the couch, and her on the chair.

"So I found out that the thing that killed the girl was a Crone, it used a soul sucking ritual to kill her, I haven't found out what it needs the soul for but I'm working on it", Damien said.

Morrell nodded her head, "Have you had any run in with the wolf pack?"

Damien was surprised by the question she didn't seem to be focusing on the case, just on if he was trying to avoid the wolf pack, it was a test, the perfect answer would be a piece of the truth but not the whole truth.

Damien smiled at her, "yes I did, when I went to class a few of them were there, and when I went to the scene of the crime, the Alpha was there, I got a scratch from the encounter", he showed her the bandage.

She smiled again, but this time it was because she knew something, "So it isn't because of Stiles, that you met the wolf pack?", she asked

"No it isn't, Stiles has only introduced me to Scott, and he doesn't like me very much so he tends to keep his distance", he answered evenly.

She looked at him intently, trying to read his emotions he guessed, he was suddenly glad he had the First wolf's fang, she couldn't sense his emotions because of it and if she did, she would have known he was lying.

That's when he noticed that he couldn't sense anything from her, and he only knew she was a witch from what little of her his mother had told him, and the spells around the house, how she was blocking him he didn't know but he was going to find out.

"I guess it cannot be avoided, keep me updated on the Crone", she got up, signaling that their meeting was over.

He nodded agreeing and walked to the door with her, when he was close to the truck, he heard his name being called, he turned and looked at Morrell.

"Be careful of the Crone, their a vengeful brood, they hate it when people get in their way", she yelled.

He nodded at her again and got in the truck, on edge the whole way home, he thought about checking up on Stiles but he knew that he was safe with the pack.

He drove home thoughts filling his mind on what he planned on doing tomorrow with the pack.

When he woke up the next morning his phone was ringing, he answered, a voice that sounded like it had been through hell started to speak, he knew the voice was Derek, but the way his voice sounded and what he said made him freeze in fear.

"Damien get to the hospital, it's Stiles"

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Another cliffhanger, sorry I haven't updated been very busy, I will start back up this week.

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