Chapter 8

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Stiles…

I felt hands, lots of them to, but I kept rooted to my spot. I refused to move, even as Derek's hands clawed at my arms, his hands still human much to my surprise. I almost wished he would change, shift into the beast and allow it to take full control, maybe then he could torture me. Maybe then I could feel the sweet prickles of pain, maybe then I could die. Every hand on me felt human enough; there was no ripping of flesh on my back or shoulders, no tearing of cloth. No, nothing but the pulls and yanks of these people. As if they could move me.

As if they could stop me.

Even if they were clawing or tearing at my now human form, I doubt I would hear it, I doubt I would hear anything at all. It was as if I had gone completely numb, it was as if I couldn't feel a damn thing. It was almost intoxicating; I almost wanted to stay here, in this place, forever. Here was safe, if I can't feel, I can't hurt, and if I can't hurt, maybe then I can be okay.

That wasn't me though.

This numb shell full of anger and hate, and maybe even something else, something darker, it wasn't me. I was friendly; I was the kind of guy that people looked for, the kind of person who was dependable, smart and funny. I was someone good. Who was this person taking over? Who was I becoming?

I was becoming exactly what they thought I was. A monster.

A thing.

I took a deep breath, something I felt so deprived of; there were tears running down my face, I felt the wetness spreading down my cheeks as I loosened my hold on the chains. I felt Derek start to get out of my grasp before there was a sharp prick on the side of my neck.

There was a distant feeling of pain as I saw Derek leave the shackles where I had held him. Even looking frazzled and red, Derek still maintained an aura of calmness. It was a bit disconcerting, and frankly, annoying. Then there was a feeling of drowsiness, everything began to get consumed in a fog, and my brain began to feel as if cotton balls were stuffed inside my head.

I couldn't move. It was too hard to even try to be mobile, as my arms began to feel like lead weights I felt my body start to crash to the floor. Instead of crashing into the hard wooden surface, I landed upon a soft cushion of some sort. I heard voices surround me, but it was as if they were speaking through a tunnel, echoing off the walls, only to land upon deaf ears.

Distantly I thought I should be fighting this that maybe I should scream and curse, maybe even thrash in my bindings, but I remained still. I didn't so much as echo a peep while I drifted off into a deep unconsciousness. Maybe this way the dreams will stop.

Maybe this way my heart will stop.

Derek…

There was a thud as stiles fell to the ground. All that could be heard was the deep breaths I was taking, and the rustling of everyone standing upright from the fray; they seemed to echo through the house. Then it was deadly silent, nothing but the blood rushing through my ears could be heard as my heart pumped in over drive.

Then it all went to hell.

Peter was fully shifted, his eyes glowing blue like a beacon, his teeth gleaming in the light of the house, claws were at the ready as he went and lunged at Stiles. I was faster and much stronger then the blue eyed beta and we began to roll on the floor. Peter was feral, inconsolable, as he gnashed and clawed his way to freedom. Or his would've been freedom if I hadn't flipped him around only to have his arms pinned to his back.

"He tried to KILL you!" Peter shouted, his screams could be heard all over the house as he continued to fight.

My eyes began to bleed red, teeth to match popped down as I roared. Suddenly the fangs began to disappear as did the eyes and claws. Silence settled upon the room once again, but this time I could feel the stares boring holes into my back with each ragged breath that the older wolf took.

Finally, when I deemed him docile enough, I freed his hands and got off the floor. I offered the older wolf a hand, a sign of trust, and to my amazement he took it. I nodded at him only for him to look away, his eyes narrowed in disdain.

"Derek, what are we going to do, we can't keep him here now!" Erica shrieked, breaking the silence into pieces. And just like that it was like a dam burst.

"He isn't safe Derek!"

"He tried to kill you; we have to get rid of him."

"There has to be another way to take care of it besides killing him Jackson,"

"I don't see you coming up with anything McCall,"

"ENOUGH!" I roared, my head was spinning, damn that kid really did some damage. And Peter didn't help much. I took in a deep breath before I took a seat on my recliner. My hands reached up and I began to rub at my temples.

"He let go okay? I don't think he realized what he was doing," I said quietly. There was a weird connection I felt toward the boy, something I couldn't pin down for the life of me. I didn't like him necessarily, actually I felt disgust twist in my gut any time I so much as looked at the ex werewolf, but I didn't want him dead. There was something that just never seems to sit well any time I think of getting rid of. There was something about this whole situation that just didn't seem to make sense.

"If this happens again, then yes, we can get rid of him. As for right now he stays," I let my voice bleed in with a command and my eyes change into my alpha red. There was no room to question, no room for doubt. All they did was nod, a bit reluctant, but they weren't going to disobey their alpha. Peter looked as if he wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut as he walked out of the house and slammed the door.

I shut my eyes as tight as I could and I felt my claws pierce into my skin before what I presumed as blood run over my palms and onto the hardwood floors below. I felt as if I was failing as an alpha, and not for the first time I began to think about what would have happened if I had died instead of Laura. I felt my emotions begin to turn sour, then a hand being gently on my shoulder. I knew who it was before I even opened my eyes.

"I think you made the right call Derek," Isaac says slowly before sitting next to me on the couch, and for the first time I realized Isaac was the only one of my pack to still be in the living room, everyone else had left to their rooms.

"You seem to be the only one," I muttered through my teeth and began to look at the sleeping boy.

"There is just something not right about this whole situation, I can't put my finger on it though. But Derek?"

"Hmm?

"You're a good alpha," he said it with such finality that I almost questioned why he wasn't the alpha before swinging my arm abound and bringing him to my chest. my head instinctively went to the crook of his neck and I began to scent him.

"Its going to be okay Derek. It's going to be okay."

And for the first time in a while, I believed him.

Peter came back soon after he left, seeming to have relaxed a lot, the walk calming him down. Deaton had decided it was best to be around when Stiles woke up, so we all made some lunch which consisted of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I made one for the sleeping boy knowing he was probably hungry due to the inability to control his shift and not having much of anything after the cuffs were put into action. As much as it pained me to willingly feed the kid, I knew I had to. I put the plate not too far away from him so that way he would be able to grab it without much effort before sitting down in my normal recliner.

Soon after the sandwiches were made, and everyone was sitting in the living room Stiles' heart rate shifted and I knew he was awake. He didn't move, just continued to wait there, probably wanting us to all believe he was asleep.

"We know your awake kid, time to face the music" I said gruffly before taking a big bite of my sandwich. I heard the kid huff before rolling over and sitting up, his back against the wall and stretching. All eyes were on him as he flexed and moved, his bones cracking beneath his weight, before he let out a sigh of contentment. When he finally noticed the plate in front of him, his eyes bulged and he looked as if he was about to drool. He looked skeptically over to us all before diving in, not even chewing. I couldn't help but snort at his antics. I got a scowl from Stiles, as well as many incredulous looks from my pack.

"What?" Stiles said around a mouthful of peanut butter and his eyes narrowed.

"Did you even taste it?"

"What's it to you?"

"Nothing, just figured you would want to actually enjoy it."

"You try not eating for days, let's see how much you would enjoy your first meal you jackass!"

"I'm not the one in chains murderer"

"Yeah, because you put me here! You didn't even give me a chance!"

"To what lie? How else could you come into alpha status?"

Stiles stood up so fast I'm sure it gave his new form whiplash; his plate clattered to the floor and broke into tiny pieces below. His breathing was erratic, jaw set in a hard line as he ran up. I didn't so much as flinch as he came up to the end of his chains. The ex-werewolf began to thrash in his bindings, his eyes looked void and lifeless, but he remained human. Some of my pack had jumped into attack mode, ready to tear the new human to pieces, but I made them sit down with a wave of my hands. I was about to speak before being interrupted.

"How about this fuckwads, my family was killed by a bunch of ruthless, codeless, hunters? Did you ever stop and think about that possibility? No but let's take those hunters at face value right? Let's lock up and imprison the person of the SAME species. I mean what was your logic there?"

There was this raw untapped anger there, something that surely would've caused him to shift if his wolf wasn't trapped. My blood began to boil at his words as I stood up and began to walk up to the boy.

"I'm ashamed to call you the same species as me; I'm ashamed to call you a werewolf, there is nothing that gives me greater joy then to know you're locked up," I growled out, my face only inches away from his.

Suddenly Stiles' face was drained of color, his heart rate speeding up to an unnatural pace as he turned away.

"Yeah well the same can be said for you," his fingers began to twitch in the handcuffs; his skin took on a sweaty gleam while his whole body began to get clammy.

"Enough! Stiles I need to check you over, is this going to be alright," Doctor Deatons voice took on a worried tone, no doubt seeing what is going on.

Stiles huffed at that, his scent took on an irritated bitterness to him.

"Guess it really doesn't matter what the hell I say, probably just going to do it anyway. What you going to stick me again?" he looked at Deaton with a hard set to his eyes, jaw tightening, and back straightening up. His hair was compacted with mud and dirt, no doubt from weeks of running and hiding in as many dark alleys as he could, while his face was set in a hard line, I couldn't help but notice the dirt peppering his sharp cheek bones and long eyelashes. While his clothes weren't much better, torn to shreds and caked on with as much grease and filth as one could imagine, he still managed to hold himself with as much pride as he could muster.

"As long as the situation isn't deemed necessary, now may you please take a seat." The vet smiled as he nodded. Stiles grumbled inaudibly but managed to sit against the wall, his long legs stretched out before him. He almost looked like he was in pain, although his wrists looked much better than the previous night.

Deaton grabbed his bag, pulling out the items needed and listened to his heartbeat. There was a puzzled look on his face before he managed to compose himself.

"Stiles I need you to calm down, your heart is off the charts."

"Geez doc I wonder why that could possibly be!" he spit out, his words felt like acid engulfing the room.

"Does anywhere hurt? Besides your wrists."

"Everything hurts. My body my legs. Everything." He managed to ground out as Deaton pressed hard on his abdomen, stiles hands flying onto Deaton's wrists as best as he could. My pack was up in attack mode before he could even blink. Only Deaton was unfazed except for the widening of his eyes.

"Sorry doc, I didn't mean to scare you. That just hurt like a son of a bitch," Stiles managed to get out breathily, everyone seeming shocked by the apology, this time Deaton included.

"It's… its quite alight. Everything seems normal, although you will be sore for a while," Deaton stammered as he began to pack up. "you need a shower and some rest, but I am certain you will make a full recovery." All stiles did was laugh, it was small, but it was a laugh non the less.

"How am I supposed to bathe when I can't even take my shirt off?" my eyes narrowed at his smart ass comment, but somehow I couldn't make myself angry. If I had to admit it, which I never will, I was kind of impressed he noticed his predicament.

"I've already informed alpha Hale that you cuffs are able to come off up to an hour a day, and that I fully recommend that he takes them off up to fifteen. This way no substantial harm can be caused."

Stiles smiled, something devious glinting in his eyes as he turned away from the vet and onto me.

"so your saying that alpha Hale here, is required to take these bad boys off of me, at least once a day huh?" he smirked at me and I felt my blood boil, I wanted to rip his throat out for that look and that look alone.

"You heard me correctly, now Derek I will be off, if you need me you know where to find me," Deaton gave one final look at the ex-werewolf on my floor and then nodded, finally taking his leave. When the door slammed shut, all eyes were back to Stiles, Stiles that still had that stupid look on his face.

"You heard the good doctor," his hands lifted in the air to reveal to shiny cuffs draped around his small, now human hands, that look still firmly planted on his face.

What the hell did I do?

Well there you go! I'm sorry it took me so long but I just graduated! Ill be packing up and going to college soon! I'm so happy you guys are sticking around. There is much more to come.

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