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Chapter 3
Stiles POV
For most individuals, the idea of facing a coven of crazy witches would have them pacing and freaking out. Me, I was lying on Scott's bed an hour before we were to meet the pack staring up at the ceiling. I felt completely calm. The thought of facing those witches had no effect on me. The sound of Scott reentering the room had me lifting my head up.
"Do you think it's weird that I am totally chill about what is about to happen?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean that I'm not freaking out or worrying about it. I think that just tells you how crappy our lives have become. We're so used to being threatened and nearly being killed that it no longer fazes us."
"You definitely can say that our lives are interesting to say the least. But you should still be worried; I mean these witches kicked our asses the last time. Do you not remember being thrown back 40 feet into a tree?"
The memory sent a quick flash of pain to my back. "Trust me; it's hard to forget something like that. I know I should be worried but for some reason I'm not. I am worried about being stuck with Derek tonight. Why did I get stuck with him again?"
"Because I'm with Allison, Cora is the only one that can stand Peter, and Lydia didn't want anything to do with Derek."
"I'm pretty sure Derek could've handled Peter and why is Peter being paired up with a wolf anyways? Last time I checked, he still had claws."
"But he can't fully shift."
"Technicality." He looked over at me and I lay back down. "Fine. I guess I'm stuck with Derek. At least he can kick ass and I can't deny he has a nice ass."
"Dude, really?" He looked at me with his eyebrows raised (seriously what is it with the Hale pack and talking with their eyebrows?!). It's not a secret that I swing both ways, but Scott still doesn't like listening to me when I am talking about checking out guys.
"What?" I looked over at him with an innocent look on my face, he responded with one of his weak glares. "First off, your glares are weak compared to Derek's. Secondly, I can't really help but check it out. Have you seen the pants he wears? They don't leave much room for the imagination."
"Dude, do you have a crush on him?"
"What, no?!" I looked over at him. "I admit that he has the body of a god, but I could also say that about the rest of the pack. Do you see me wanting to jump on any of you guys?" He smirked at me, a memory creeped up on me. "Shut up. That was one night, and I was drunk. It just so happened that 'Drunk Stiles' felt like flirting with Isaac, sue me."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I threw the nearest pillow at him which he dodged easily. He looked over at the clock, "We need to get going. We have to be at Derek's soon." With that we headed out into my jeep.
During the drive over I could feel the nerves beginning to build. I guess all that 'comfrotableness' from before was just a cover up for what I was really feeling, which was terrified. As the Hale house came in to view, I could see that the rest of the back was already there preparing for what was to happen. After parking we stepped out of the car and headed over to everyone else.
Derek called for attention. "Now that everyone is here, let's go over the plan quickly. Isaac and Lydia will go to the North, Peter and Cora will go to the South, Allison and Scott will go to the East, and Stiles and I will start from here. We are going to slowly move in and try to trap the witches. Humans will use their weapons to help from a distance, while the wolves move in for the attack. If something happens before we all reconvene, howl and we will meet up at that location. Everyone got that?"
I looked around to see everyone nodding. I headed over to Allison to get the two 9mm hand guns that I would be using. Having a father who was the sheriff did come in handy on nights like this. The rest of the pack headed out to their various starting points, leaving me with Derek. After a few minutes we began to move in towards the witches' last known whereabouts.
We had been walking for a while when the silence was getting too much for me, so I did what I do best: talk about random crap. "Do you know how many different types of witches there are? I mean these ones are elemental, but there are so many others. There are those that can speak to the dead, those that have connections to animals. I wonder if they would be able to connect to you guys. I mean I know you're not animals, but you guys do have a 'wolf' inside of you. Wouldn't that be cool?"
I was quickly cut off by a growl. "Stiles, will you please shut up? We're trying to sneak up on them, not wake them with your constant talking."
"I'm sorry, but I can't help it."
"I know you can't but it still is annoying. We don't want to draw attention. Last thing I want is for us to be the ones that get attacked first and then you get hurt or worse killed."
Wait, did he just say that? Is Derek Hale really worried about me? "I didn't think that you would be all that worried about me."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, you are the one that shoves me in to walls."
"That's different. I don't intend on doing any actual physical harm. You're an important part of the pack and I don't want to see anything happen to you."
"Thanks. I'll try and be quiet."
"That's all I ask."
The forest was quiet as we walked through it, but it seemed loud to me with my mind currently racing. I couldn't believe the mini conversation that I just had with Derek. When he was talking to me, his face was filled with concern. It actually made him look beautiful. I know I've thought he was hot before, but this was different. His features were softened by his concern. That was the first time he showed any emotion besides anger. I stopped myself mentally. Why am I thinking about Derek like that? I'm supposed to barely tolerate him.
I forced myself to focus on the task at hand, willing my mind to quiet. Derek abruptly stopped, placing his hand on my arm to signal me to stop as well. The look on his face was concentrated; he could see or hear something that I couldn't. Before I know what was happened, I heard a voice behind me. I turned to see one of the witches was there channeling whatever power she could to attack us. Just as she was sending the spell our way, Derek shoved me to the forest floor. He took the full impact of the spell and was flown back against a tree, falling to the ground unconscious and unmoving.
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