Chapter 7

A week passed with a surprising lack of supernatural drama, the worse that had happened was the disappearance of Mr Harris, who was most likely another sacrifice for the Darach. The Alpha pack had been unusually quiet, which put everyone on edge. For Stiles the week had mostly consisted of getting to grips with his new ability's, he was still freaked out by the excess body hair that came with the shift as he had discovered when he accidentally shifted in the shower.

Given the fast pace he had been living the last seven days Stiles was finally allowed some time to himself. He was currently lounging in his bed looking back on the week's events. He had spent most his time with Scott and Deaton, both had different things to teach. Scott taught him how to control his werewolf form and how to access his senses to an extremely heightened level. Deaton had given him lessons about being an Alpha, he had learnt about different roles within a pack and what it meant to be the Alpha of one.

The one thing he had learnt that fascinated him the most was the presence of his inner wolf, as Deaton called it. When he had first tried to feel it he was overcome by the warmth in his chest, it was so comforting that Stiles had fallen asleep where he sat on his bedroom floor. The next few attempts ended better as he managed to stay awake and feel the wolf bond with his mind. Within the space of a few days, he had managed to bond so deeply with the wolf that he was starting to understand it, learn from it.

When Stiles wasn't in werewolf school he was back at normal school which had been a bitch the first few days thanks to the heightened senses. He stuck close to Scott and Isaac when he could and had so far kept as normal as possible, at least normal enough for Stiles. Alison and Lydia had yet to be made aware of his new predicament and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. The Sheriff was slowly getting used to having a werewolf son and had started having regular conversations with Melissa; he was also having supernatural lesions from Deaton which seemed to help.

The most awkward moment of the week had been when Stiles, Scott and Isaac had met up with Boyd and Erica. The teens had been laying low since being rescued and had stayed out of sight by living back in the abandoned train depot. Isaac had been the first to enter and was instantly greeted by Erica pulling him into a bone crushing hug, both Stiles and Scott got a less than warm welcome as Boyd had growled and bared his fangs.

After Isaac's firm assurance that all was ok, he went on to explain the current situation behind Derek's disappearance and that Stiles was now an Alpha. Erica was surprisingly accepting of the news while Boyd had silently left. When they had quick discussion with Erica she admitted it would take some time to accept what had happened and to come to a decision about what her and Boyd would do. They all agreed that they would wait a few more weeks, or until the Alpha Pack made a move, to make any decisions.

Just as they were about to leave Erica carefully embraced Stiles, after the initial shock wore off he returned the hug, he subconsciously inhaled her scent and the wolf instantly told him she was pack. Not wanting to ruin the moment he just held her a bit tighter until she let go, and stepped back with a slight blush on her cheek, obviously having made the same connection. With a final smile Stiles had followed Scott and Isaac out of the train depot and left.

Stiles is brought out of his memory filled haze by the sudden buzzing and ringing of his cell phone that is far too loud to his sensitive ears. He stretched his stiff muscles as he reached above his head for his phone, quickly scanning the caller ID seeing it was Deaton. The teen let out an exhausted sigh before tapping the little green icon on the screen and brought the phone to his ear.

"Hey what's up doc?" Stiles answered trying to sound more awake than he was feeling.

"Hello Stiles, I apologize to be calling you this late but I'm afraid there is a matter that requires your immediate attention" Deaton's voice was as calm as always but even through the phone Stiles could hear the vets heart beat rapidly pounding in his chest . Trying to focus his hearing further he managed to pick up the sound of breathing and at least another two heart beats.

"Sure doc what's the problem" Stiles kept his answer short and continued to pinpoint his hearing, picking up further sounds of movement on the other end of the phone.

"Can you come to the clinic? There is someone here who would like to talk with you" The vet's voice now sounded strained and whoever was in the background was whispering something Stiles couldn't quite make out.

"Do I want to know who it is?" Stiles kept himself calm knowing that whoever was with Deaton could probably hear him through the phone as well.

"They would prefer you to find out when you arrive…please" The small whispered plea at the end indicated that Deaton was fearing for his life.

"I will leave now and be there as soon as I can" Having to clench his fists, claws digging into his palms as the only thing that stopped Stile from growling down the phone. He barely heard the whispered 'thank you' before the line cut off.

Stiles rushed to get himself dressed, surprisingly without his usual level of clumsiness, and ran out of the house and straight to the Jeep. He turned the ignition and fired up the engine, reversing of the drive the fastest he had ever managed and then sped off in the direction of the animal clinic. His mind was racing, should he call Scott for back up or would that get Deaton killed.

The wolf inside his mind took the moment to make itself known. As the now familiar warmth flooded his body, he eased up on the accelerator slowing the jeep back to the legal speed limit and further as the blue vehicle finally rolled to a stop. Stiles paused for a moment a took in a deep breath and closed his eyes.

A new yet familiar voice resonated in his head, speaking softly but with a firm conviction. 'You need to keep calm Stiles, you know who this threat is and how to handle them. You're the Alpha now, let instinct and your intelligence guide you' the voice quieted to an almost silent whisper but the warmth remained. Stiles opened his eyes and felt the red bleeding into his vision, holding onto the calm feeling he mouthed a silent thank you before carrying on with his journey.

When he pulled up at the clinic he noticed that the only car that was there belonged to Deaton, which meant that whoever was inside had come on foot or had left a vehicle nearby. Stiles climbed out of the jeep and attentively looked around for any signs of danger, he cautiously walked towards the clinic door his nerves tingling in warning. As he opened the door he was greeted with the silence of the reception, tuning into his sensitive hearing he picked up the sound of heartbeats coming from the exam room in the back. Taking a deep breath he tentatively pressed forward to the open gate that allowed him access into the rest of the building.

Slowly Stiles peered his head around the door frame, he was immediately unsurprised by who he saw in the exam room. Deaton was stood in front of the metal exam table with Ennis at the side of him with a clawed hand wrapped around the darker man's throat. Kali was perched on the table itself with her bare feet swinging over the edge. The Alpha teen let out a low growl and approached with a long stride, the claws at Deaton's neck imbedded slightlyand Ennis growled in response, halting Stiles movement.

"Now, now Stiles I think it's best for the dear doctors health if you don't get any closer" A deep voice spoke from the direction of Deaton's office, Stiles sharply turned to the man's direction slightly shocked that he hadn't heard his presence. Looking the man over, Stiles instantly noticed the dark sunglasses and cane indicating this man must be Deucalion.

"What do you want? Why did you call me here?" Stiles own voice was deeper than usual and held a rough note at the end of every word. He kept his focus on the blind Alpha but he could still see Deaton and the others.

Deucalion chuckled and smiled before leisurely walking further into the exam room, finding the chair only inches away from where the others in the room were and sat down. "I merely wanted to have the chance to meet with you and talk. You are the only Alpha now in Beacon Hills, outside of my own pack, and as the circumstances of you inheriting the Alpha powers is very unusual. I wanted the opportunity to discuss a proposition with you"

Stiles warily looked around at Deucalion and at the other Alphas in the room. He knew whatever the man wanted wouldn't lead to anything good, for anyone. He quickly made eye contact with Deaton, the vet looked terrified and was obviously trying to keep himself calm.

"Fine we can talk, but first you have your little lap dog remove his claws" Stiles' voice was firm and challenging. He watched the blind alphas reaction intently, Deucalion seemed to contemplate the thought for a moment before raising his hand in flippant motion. Ennis snarled but released his grip on the vets throat, allowing the man to take on a deep breath.

Before more words could be spoken Deucalion rose from his seat and started to walk back into the direction of the office, gesturing for Stiles to follow. The teen glanced back at Deaton, who nodded in the direction that Deucalion had gone. Stiles gave a small acknowledging gesture of his own before turning to follow the older Alpha.

Once they were both inside the office , Deucalion nudged the door with his cane and it creaked closed. The older man sat himself in the leather chair and pointed towards a plastic chair. Stiles paused for a second and thought about his next move, he didn't think that refusing to sit would offend the older Alpha but it wasn't worth the risk. The teen took the few small steps then lowered himself to perch on the end of the chair.

After a long moment of silence Deucalion lent forward and removed his dark sunglasses, carefully placing them on the desk to his right. He looked directly at Stiles with his blank red eyes and let out a small chuckle before finally speaking. "I must admit Stiles you're more level headed that I first have you credit for. I expected you to come here ready to fight first then ask questions later"

Stiles smirked at the comment the older Alpha made. "You don't know me very well then do you?"

The expression on Deucalion's face instantly changed from amused to serious. "That is something I am not all too pleased about. You see Stiles I pride myself on my ability to plan my actions every step of the way. But recently there have been a few unexpected turns that I didn't plan for, you gaining your werewolf ability's and Alpha status to name a few. So as you can imagine I would like to get my plan back on track and seeing as your more reasonable than the rest of the pups in this town I thought we could make this mutually beneficial"

The teen carefully listened to Deucalion's words, he cautiously thought about what the man was saying. Whatever offer he had in mind surely would only benefit him and not Stiles or the rest of the pack, but if this deal would save further bloodshed then it might just be worth the sacrifice. Stiles straightened his posture and answered. "I will listen to this 'deal' of yours but I want your word that Deaton will leave here unharmed even if I don't agree. If you don't I promise you now you might kill me but at least two of you will be coming to hell with me"

Deucalion looked as though he was thinking about it before he smiled. "Very well you have my word that no harm will come to Alan or yourself tonight even if you don't agree to my offer. But I am fairly confident that you won't refuse"

Stiles stopped himself from scoffing at the statement and manged to nod his head for the other man to proceed with his offer.

"Its simple Stiles, I came here because I need a new Alpha to join my pack. I had originally hoped that Derek and Scott would be the ones for the job but since you are now the only Alpha in Beacon Hills, that leaves me short of options. So my deal is this, in 3 months' time you join my pack. In return I will leave your pack alive and to make it even better for you, I will even give you the one thing you're missing" Deucalion kept his face straight and serious making sure to emphasise his capability of wiping out the Beacon Hills pack.

The teen Alpha had to pick his jaw up off the floor, surly he couldn't be serious. Deucalion wanted him in his pack of Alphas. He wanted Stiles the goofy, hyperactive, klutz to join the intimidating, strong, formidable Alpha pack. What the Hell?! How would the Alpha pack benefit from having him join there had to be some sort of catch. Wait what did he mean the one thing he was missing?!

"What do you mean the one thing I am missing? The last time I check the only thing I was missing was my sanity after being dumped into all this supernatural shit!"

Laughing loudly Deucalion took an entire minuet to reply. "It seems you still haven't figured out how you became an Alpha, and the thing you're missing that will answer that question is Derek Hale. Whom so happens to be in my possession"

Stiles' eyes widened and he felt a deep growl rumble from his chest. He was suddenly filled with blinding rage that came from nowhere. The wolf took over his body and forced him to shift. In the back of his mind Stiles watched in shock as the only thing that came from the wolf was "Protect Mate!".