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"Isaac, no. Isaac, stop. Isaac, hands to yourself.", growled out Derek as he once again forced the wolf's hands back into his own lap. "You're still in pain and not healing, will you just let me do this? For once?", asked Isaac as he removed his hands from Derek's and once again placed one on the back of his neck. The older wolf's head fell back into the golden eyed Beta's as the pain started to leave his neck, his breathing becoming a little easier. "Don't take too much, Isaac. We don't need you passing out on us from taking more than you could handle.", whispered Derek as he turned his head in the other wolf's direction, a low purr building in his chest when he felt those fingers threading through his hair in small circles. "How's he doing, Isaac? We're almost there.", asked Scot as he turned onto the road that would lead to the veterinary clinic. "He still isn't healing and there's so much pain coming from him, it's light but there's a lot. I think I'm putting him to sleep back here.", explained Isaac with a sly smile on his face as he continued to rub the back of the wolf's head near the base of his neck in small circles. "Almost, 'Saac.", slurred out Derek as he let his head rest down on the wolf's arm, his breathing starting to even out as the tension had started to leave his body. "Don't let him fall asleep, we have no idea what that woman did to him. For all we know if he fell asleep it could be fatal.", explained Scott as he pulled up to the clinic and put the car in park.
"'M not sleeping.", muttered out Derek as he slowly opened his eyes, the black rim returning to where it was before. "But so close to it.", added in Isaac as he pulled his hand of the older wolf's neck, noticing the way he tried to hide the wince as the pain returned. "I'll let Deaton know that we're here.", called out Scott over his shoulder as he walked into the clinic, the bell above the door ringing out to signal that he was there. "Do you want me to do it again?", asked Isaac as he gestured towards the wolf's neck, making the grabby hands again at him. "I can handle it, Isaac. It's nothing too bad, kinda like a lingering ache.", explained Derek lowly, knowing that he could manage to keep his heart from jumping at the lie. The pain that was building inside of him was more than just an ache, and it was spreading from his neck throughout his upper body. He could tell that it would spread throughout his entire body in no time. "Come on back, Derek. Deaton just got done with one of the dogs and can fit us in before his next appointment.", explained Scott as he came back outside and held the door open for his two Betas. Isaac led the way inside with Derek in the middle of him and Scott, not only giving the older Beta a sense of comfort and security, but to also keep him from bolting. From behind, Scott could see the tension in the wolf's shoulders growing, knowing that he was more on edge than he was before. "Hello, boys. What can I help you with today?", asked Deaton as he took off a pair of white gloves and tossed them into the nearest bin along the wall.
"Limbo.", said Derek rather sharply as he rolled his head on his shoulders again in an attempt to relieve some of the tension that was quickly building in them. "I see you had a run in with the mystery woman?", asked Deaton as he gestured for the wolves to come into one of the back rooms, making Derek take a seat on the examination table. "We crossed paths in the preserve; she locked onto our scent before we locked on her's. She wasn't going to kill me, because I had a purpose to fulfill for her.", explained the blue eyed Beta as he eyed up the vet cautiously, he still did not fully trust the man. "Isaac, Scott, were either of you there with him when he met the woman?", asked the vet as he tilted the wolf's head back and to the sides in order to fully examine the wounds on his neck. "We got there too late, Stiles was with him. He said something about Derek's eyes turning black.", explained Scott as he walked up to the older Beta's side. "Did she say something to him? To Stiles say if she said something?", asked Deaton as he walked over to his desk and pulled out a very large and an old looking book. "All I heard was 'Vir haar sal'.", started Isaac as he looked from Derek to Deaton, waiting for the older man to figure out what she had said. "For her you will translate. For her you will see. For her you will hear. For her you will speak. You will turn yourself over and she shall breathe.", translated the vet as he looked down at the book on his desk. Derek's head snapped up as Deaton spoke the translation, his eyes now completely black. "His heart beats with new blood. His soul is locked with another. Together they are one.", explained Derek with a coy smile on his lips, a broken and dry chuckle leaving his lips as his legs swung back and forth on the table.
"You're not Derek. What the hell did you do with Derek?", demanded Scott as he walked over with his claws out and eyes blazing as he made a move to grab hold of the Beta's shirt to haul him up. Before Scott had the chance to get his hands on Derek, the wolf has his own claws placed around his own neck, the tips of the claws poised over an artery. "One wrong move, wolf, and I'll slice his throat open with his own claws. Let him bleed out in front of you.", spoke out the blue eyed Beta as a coy smirk covered his lips, his claws still poised over his throat. "Scott, Isaac, both of you take a step back. With his eyes fully black, he's no longer in control, you never know what he's capable of doing now.", explained Deaton as he placed himself between the Beta and the other wolves. "A bunch of puppies trying to follow an inexperienced Alpha. One who is still chasing his own tail.", taunted Derek as he kept his claws poised over his throat. Whatever was inside of him was clearly ready to kill him if needed be, but they could tell that whatever it was wasn't ready to lose its host just yet. "We are not here to harm you, and we know that you won't harm your host just yet.", said Deaton calmly as he approached the wolf on the examination table. "Oh, but I already am. As long as I'm residing in him, he will be in forever agony.", explained the wolf as his eyes remained black, the coy smirk never leaving his lips.