AUTHORS NOTE: HEY GUYS! So I just want to thank those who have been following my story! And the two special people who favorite-ed it! YOU GUYS ROCK! I wasn't really sure how this was going to pan out but thanks to you guys I will hopefully finish this story by hmmm Mid-July. Any feedback is appreciated! Thank you lovelies! Oh and is that really Derek Hale? Or someone else?
Chapter 4
Flashback;
It felt as if WWIII had broken out when the hunters busted into the castle. Derek immediately sprang into action. Diana took her time with her victims. Taking special care to make sure they were dead and they stayed dead. After all it was hunter who killed her pup. Victor tried fleeing the scene but Diana was quick and stopped him. Derek, however, wanted to be the one to take down the Italian Prince but Diana felt entitled to him as well. The two Alphas circled each other and lunged forward in order to establish their dominance. Derek won and took Victors head off. Diana went for Victoria. Victoria had no chance. Compared to Diana's Alpha strength she was nothing. The hunters were disposed off quickly enough. Blood caked the walls of the palace and bodies littered the grounds. Wolves had been lost but the hunters had been destroyed. The end justifies the means as they say. When it was all done Diana took Victoria's throne and Derek took Victors. The DeLaCrona pack filled in below them and bowed their heads in respect. Their new Alpha Male and Alpha Female had taken their crowns.
A young man with unruly brown curls and soft brown eyes stood in the Stliniski hall. Awaiting the arrival of something called a Stile.
"MOM! IM HOME! WHATS FOR DINNER! MOM?!" Where is my mother? This woman clearly has a thing for wandering off.
"Hello, Stiles, we finally meet" The brown eyed boy said in respond to my shouting. This, by the way, was very necessary thank you very much.
"Who the hell are you and where is my mother you Wolfy bastard!"
"Are you sure you should be talking to me this way Stiles? Do you know who I am? I certainly know who you are. Nothing but a poor boy who lost his father and never quite grew up. Certainly nothing important to this world. Your mother might be missed but from what I heard from Jackson I could be doing this place a favor by ripping your throat out"
Jackson, he knows Jackson. Then this must be Derek. Omyfuckinggosh I just pissed off the Warlord. Thanks non-existent filter. I mean really thanks. He's just standing there now. Waiting for my response. But really what do you say back to a guy who has threatened to rip your throat. There isn't not much except beg for mercy.
"Well what do you want then? I swear I don't know anything about any type of resistance I promise. If it's about those things I said in the forest I was just kidding. There's no way I could take any of you on. OMYGOSH PLEASE DON'T KILL ME DEREK!" The boy just chuckled in response to my ranting. Who does that? Here I am trying to beg for my life and he's just going to laugh at me? Gee thanks a lot.
"Thanks for that information Stiles" He growled out. "But what I wanted to know is why Scott ran back to his mom with his tail between his legs. Smelling of you and of Jacksons ex-girlfriend"
"Well, ahem, Scotty has a secret. One that I'm not going to share with you cause it is none of your business"
"Oh, but I'm sure it is my business. You see I have your mom and if you don't talk now I'm sure mommy dearest won't be so happy to only have one hand" Derek replied smoothly.
He just threatened my mom. My mom. The only family in this world that I have left. Well sorry Scotty but Allison is just going to have to find another place to hide.