Three
Derek knew from experience that no one could be trusted. Kate argent had killed his whole family; Peter had murdered Laura; Scott had betrayed him to the hunters. Time and time again he trusted and time after time he was left feeling stupid and hurt. True, Stiles had always been loyal despite his rudeness, but that was only because he had to. If Stiles was pushed he would drop Derek without hesitation. He refused to get close to the boy, to give him that inch. But he had felt the pain erupting within that boy, felt the panic settling in. Stiles was truly hurt that he wasn't trusted, had even admitted Scott was wrong. The guilt began to intensify when the boy had the panic attack. This had affected him more than he let on; it had left him vulnerable, yet he was ready to fight for him yet again. He clenched his fist and slammed it into the charred wall. Peter picked at his nails clearly bored. He looked up at his nephew.
"So will the Stilinski kid get us what we need?" he asked.
"Yes, he will." Derek ground out. He didn't need his uncle questioning him, especially about the human.
A smirk appeared on Peter's face. His nephew was so obvious sometimes…then again he couldn't exactly blame him. The boy was definitely different from any other human he had ever met; stronger, more resilient, brilliant, and burning with a latent power that would make him a powerful werewolf. He stood, pausing when Derek's eyes probed his. "Perhaps I can point him in the right direction. I'll keep a sharp eye on the boy, to ensure his loyalty."
Derek allowed his eyes to burn yet again. His uncle was by far the most untrustworthy of all. He was cunning, manipulative, and dangerous. His intellect deeply rivaled that of Gerard. Worst of all, he knew Derek inside and out. He would play on his emotions and weaknesses, twisting his resolve to serve himself. To allow his uncle near the hurt boy would not be a wise idea. "You are not allowed near Stiles, Peter. He is capable of handling what we need." He admonished.
"Peter raised an eyebrow. "You trust the boy? Need I remind you who his best friend is? Stilinski is as trustworthy as McCall."
Derek growled, clenching his fists. "Stay. Away. I never said I trusted him just that he'll do it. If he betrays me he wouldn't be the first." He turned and trotted into the woods without a backwards glance.
He stood off to the side of the field, watching the boys practice. Stiles was blatantly ignoring Scott who- as usual- was oblivious as to why he was in trouble. Boyd and Issac were sparring off to the side on the field. Jackson sat on the benches deep in discussion with the boy called Danny. His newest beta was not as cocky as he assumed he would be; the boy was almost unsure of himself now that he was at maximum power. Danny was interesting; he had the same latent strength Stiles possessed, his only less potent. He would make a remarkable werewolf. If Stiles didn't want the bite perhaps this boy would.
He started to approach the pair then stopped, nerves on end. His eyes swept the field for the danger, furious when he found nothing. He looked to his betas who had noticed as well. Issac, Boyd, and Scott had converged around a confused Stiles; Jackson had an arm around Danny protectively. Yet he couldn't control the anger bubbling up in his throat, or the need to protect the weakest person on the field. A sinking feeling hit him. He knew only one thing could cause such a reaction to an Alpha. Another wolf was here at the school. An alpha had landed.