A/N
Chapter four, yay. To Marcialinka, I will include Erica and Boyd later in the story, right now they simply don't fit in.
If there's any errors please tell me. I wrote this 2AM this night and I think I fell asleep during so. When I went it through I didn't find any errors but I could have overseen them.
The rating has gone up to M.
Thank you so much to Izi Wilson and Marcialinka for your review, they made me so happy.
Chapter four.
Forged in my brother's blood.
"I should have known. If I had known I would never have let him leave. I would have held him tight and told him everything was going to be okay, but it was never going to be okay and he left, just like everybody else in my life did." –Derek.
He stayed until the moon took over, watching as Isaac struggled against the chains that bound him. With one last check of the chains he left the young wolf alone and went out to hunt for the other.
As he came to the forests enter sign, he paused and stretched his hearing as far as he could and listened for Scott. He heard no other sounds. Frowning in confusion he thought, 'birds are silent when there are predators near'.
Shaking his head and sighing and went in the direction that held no sounds.
Now hidden from the glow of the moon Derek let the shift take him, feeling his wolf surface he let out a howl for the younger wolf, a call to heel. Standing still he waited for an answer. When it came it was loud and rash, too close for the Alpha's comfort and yet he was still unable to pinpoint the location of the pup.
"Stay away from me." He heard a voice say from behind him, causing him to spin around, only to see nothing but the darkness. He moved over to the spot and looked at the ground. A set of boots was printed on the ground but gave nothing away as to which direction Scott had run of to.
"Damn it Scott," he snarled, before he continued to walk further into the forest.
He came to halt at a small river side. One of the trees were mangled by what, when he stepped closer looked like claw marks and dried specks of blood coated most of it.
A lingering scent of blood, pain and fear, God, so much fear, tainted the air around him.
With a horrifying realization he whispered "God, Scott. What did they do to you?"
There was no question that this was where they had held Scott. Derek looked around again. Other than the mangled tree the area showed no signs on the torture Scott had gone under. Growling and snarling in anger and worry he punched a hole in a nearby tree. There was no way the young wolf had gone through that and walk away whole. Just as he was thinking, the sound of gunshots sounded, echoing.
Jerking his head up in the direction the shots had come from, he listened for more. He was not disappointed when just a second after the first two, another two sounded and a pained how reached him. Dropping all pretend he tore through the forest, desperate to reach Scott before the hunters did.
A howl escaped him and a waited agonized for a reply. It came from his right side, loud and scared. And fast too. Not a minute later a blur slammed into him and they tumbled to the ground in a mess of limbs. Derek was quick to pull the teen up on his legs again and took a firm grip around his arm and began to pull him away from the scene.
"Come on Scott, we have to move now," he said quickly and looked around. He couldn't hear the hunters but that didn't mean they weren't close.
When the boy didn't budge Derek looked at his face; dirt and dried blood coated it and the tears that had run down the pup's cheeks had made it even messier. It didn't look like he was hurt; there was no smell of blood in the air around them. Nodding to himself, he tugged harder, making Scott stumble forward and fall into Derek.
"Come on Scott," he said again, this time with command.
The younger wolf looked at him and pulled his lips back in a silent snarl and growled "No, I won't go with you."
The Alpha rolled his eyes and was getting ready to answer again when a shout sounded.
"I found them!"
"Shit."
He started to run away from the voices. Scott had suddenly gotten a little more eager to get away and was running by his side, eyes glowing golden under the light of the moon.
A bullet almost hit Scott in the head, causing the already adrenaline pumped were-wolf to run into Derek, who just barely stayed on his legs; "Run to the layer Scott!" he yelled and pushed the other in front of him, "I'll distract them for you, now go," he added, hoping that for once Scott would listen to him.
He did.
But it was too late.
A shot rang out and the form in front of him fell to the ground, Derek falling with him. He was on his legs in a heartbeat and crunched protectively over the fallen and still form of Scott.
A group of five hunters moved away from the trees, guns pointed at Derek, their fingers resting on the trigger, too eager to pull and kill.
"Well, well, well. Look what we got here," one of them said in a sneering tone. Derek could see he wasn't that old, maybe twenty. The fifth hunter who had remained in the shadows stepped forward and Derek couldn't keep the growl from coming out. The guns pointed at him wavered.
"Chris," he growled.
The man didn't answer him; he looked at the form Derek was protecting, his face giving nothing away.
"Derek, move away."
The Alpha snarled in reply, not budging an inch and when the man stepped forward, he started to growl, eyes bleeding crimson again.
The hunter shook his head. "He has killed Derek, we have a code."
Derek snorted. There was no code. Scott hadn't killed anyone, he would have known. The code only allowed the hunters to kill were-wolves that had killed innocents and Scott hadn't done that, if he had, his eyes would have been blue, they weren't.
"And what code protects an innocent were-wolf from being tortured and left traumatized. You have rendered him so scared that he's afraid of his own shadow. I'll only ask nicely once. Leave now."
He growled out, fangs piercing his lips.
Chris looked at him the way a parent would look at a child that had done something bad, before he nodded at the other hunters and they left the area.
Derek released a sigh he didn't know he had been holding and turned around to look at Scott. When he turned around and began to search for the bullet wound, he couldn't help but grow nervous that the teen wasn't even whimpering or making any other sound. Moving his hands to the teen's shoulders he gave a hard, yet gently shake, "Scott, come on buddy, you got to wake up so we can get back, okay."
His shake made Scott's head lull to the side, his hair mattered with black blood.
"Fuck." The Alpha whispered as he saw the blood, "Scott!" he yelled, shaking the teen harder than before. But Scott wasn't there. He laid his ear against the pup's chest and listen for a heartbeat.
He sighed in relief when he heard it, it was weak, too weak and it was fluttering, stopping and starting again. Coddling Scott's head in his lap, he turned his head and looked at the wound. Right in the side, no exit.
Fishing out his phone he called the vet, growling when it wasn't taken after four beeps.
"Who is this?" a tired voice sounded from the other end.
"Deaton, it's Derek Hale. Are you at the clinic? I need your help?" He hated that his voice broke but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Derek. Yes I'm at the clinic, what's wrong?"
He looked down at the form in his lap. "It's Scott." He said and ended the call.
He lifted the pup up and wrapped his arms tight around the silent form of Scott and started running into town, only briefly thinking about Isaac who was chained up. He would have to talk to the pup at some point but not right now when he could hear Scott's heart flutter, only to stop and not begin beating again. He growled and a howl made it's way out of him and he pushed himself to run even faster, cause Scott wasn't breathing and Derek wasn't stupid.
He knew he would might have to tell the teen's mother the secret, tell her that her son had passed away to a bullet in the head, that someone wanted him dead just because he had been the wrong place at the wrong time.
That wasn't something he wanted to do.
He growled at a dog that was in the way of his path and the mutt scrambled to get away from him.
The run to the animal clinic seemed endless and when he finally had the building in sight, he almost fell in relief that he soon wasn't alone about this.
He was met at the door by a very tired looking Deaton but the man sobered up when he saw Scott lifeless in Derek's arms.
"Get in," he said and shoved Derek through the hall and into a room where the Alpha laid the teen down.
The vet cut Scott's shirt open and felt around his chest area, "There's blood in his lungs, I need to get most of it away or he'll just coke on it if we get him back."
Derek's head snapped up, "If?" he asked, his voice breaking.
"Yes Derek. If. Very few people survive getting shot in the head and Scott was shot with what I think was a wolfs bane bullet, judging by the infection. His chances of surviving this are so small that they almost don't exist."
The vet's voice stopped, the tears that had been in his eyes had finally fallen.
Deaton had started CPR and ordered Derek to try if he could get the bullet out, saying "If you don't get it you, he dies. Get it out and he might survive." He reasoned with the Alpha.
Derek parted the blood mattered hair on the pup's head, his fingers getting soaked in the black blood coating it. He took a deep breath and just as he was about to reach into the teen's head with the plier something in his chest snapped and the plier fell to the ground along with Derek.
A hand touched his shoulder and his eyes snapped open again. He looked at Deaton's concerned face and spoke with a strained voice, "My bond to Scott snapped, continue. NOW!" he yelled.
Satisfied when he saw the vet run back to Scott, he fell back into a fatal position. It hadn't occurred to him that Scott had at some point accepted him as his Alpha. Or maybe they had always had a bond; both of them just too blind too see and fell it. Because as much as Scott fought him, Derek saw the pup as his beta, just as much as he saw Isaac as his beta.
A howl made it's way from his mouth; deep and mournful, already grieving.
A weak beating sound suddenly filled the room, fluttering and almost inaudible to the older wolfs ears. His wolf perked up at the sound and the tight feeling in his chest stopped.
He was back and Derek would never let him go again.
A/N
Review please. Remember that there's a reason the story's named Forged in my brother's blood. If you have any ideas tell them to me and I'll see what I can do. I'll see if I can write next chapter without Scott almost dying.