Author's Notes: I wanted to get some things out before the new season starts, so these are just some unrelated, stand alone drabbles I've accumulated. Some humor, some angst, lots of hurt/comfort. Most will contain Pack-ness, Sterek, Pre-Sterek, and Bromance of Scott and Stiles.
Warning for this part: none, really. Bit of dark human pack members.
Summary: The pack humans are the dangerous ones.
Original trifecta of Badass Lydia, Allison, and Stiles.
05 (Ours)
Derek always knew Stiles was a little...unhinged. That he had that potential for darkness inside him, just like Derek did. They'd both just managed to bend and twist it enough that it was an asset instead of a danger.
To the pack, anyway.
There was some degree of darkness in everyone, really. But Stiles…
There was that darkness and the power to back it up.
It was something mirrored in the two girls. It just wasn't as sharp in them. As unfailingly lethal.
And the human pack was pissed.
Lydia and Allison to his sides, Stiles stood just barely in the foreground , between the threat and their injured pack.
One signal from Stiles and the girls were off, darting to each side around the hunters.
Stiles didn't say anything. Not one word. He was barely even focusing on Derek and the others as they pulled back from the fray to safety. He was fixated and Derek felt it down to his bones.
Stiles was behind a man that had just shot his pack with wolfsbane buletts and Derek honestly didn't know how. A side glance at Scott and the rest of the wolves showed the same stunned confusion on their faces. Stiles leaned in next to the hunter's ear and spoke for the first time that night. His voice was eerie, chilling.
The wolves watched him closely, but not fearfully, awestruck.
The girls just smiled.
Stiles grinned, a harsh thing of teeth and cold rage.
"You can't have them. They're ours."