Derek's mind is racing. Tonight didn't go at all how he thought it would. They found half of Taylor's dead body just before the cops started showing up. Apparently some hikers found the body before Derek and Laura did, so they had to leave the body behind. Derek wanted to take Taylor with them, but Laura ordered him not to. "We have to play this carefully. Just think about it for a moment. We haven't been back in six years, not since the fire and the second we turn back up a body is found. That already puts us in a tough spot. If we are caught with the body, what do you think will happen then? Plus, it's not our body to collect. We'll contact Patrick and let him know what happened to his mate and pup."
"What about the other half? It could have more clues as to who did this?" Derek had pointed out.
"We have to be careful. We can't be caught by the police. We'll take a look around, see if we can find her. No matter what, we're leaving the body and letting the cops find her."
So the next few hours were spent looking for the body. With all the police in the area it made it harder for them to sniff out the body. Too many scents in the air. Derek was beginning to get frustrated when he heard the screams. Laura didn't even bother stripping, she transformed right then and there, her clothes shredding. Derek had to quickly pick up the shredded clothes in fear of the police finding it. Laura was simply working on instincts.
When he arrived at the scene, Laura was fighting the monstrous wolf. He had heard of this happening to alphas. If they had suffered a great loss then their wolves reflect it. The wolf was a monster, something out of a horror movie, which Derek figures makes the stories true. Whoever that alpha was he had suffered a lot and it turned him into that.
He didn't expect to find Taylor dead, to have cops roaming the woods, then find this monstrous wolf, and he certainly didn't expect to find them. Three teenagers who looked to be only sixteen, all of them injured. He makes his way to the most injured boy first. He was holding his shoulder and groaning in pain, his whole body shaking from shock. "Are you okay?" Derek asks the boy. The boy smelt so good. It's the first thing Derek noticed. Like cinnamon and vanilla. It made his head feel foggy and his blood turned hot. He had reached down to pull the boy up and get a better look at him, but a growl had him looking away.
A girl stood there, her teeth sharp, veins beneath her eyes, and her dark brown eyes almost looked black. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her hair a wild mess with leaves and twigs sticking out of it as if she was just fucked brutally in the dirt, it made his cock twitch. She wasn't all that tall and she was rather slender, but she was gorgeous. Long legs, small but round breasts, a soft delicate face. Her innocence was broken by the dark eyes and the plush lips that were just made to suck a cock. He can feel himself getting hard as he stares into her eyes. He can feel all the tension and darkness he has carried around for the past six years just melt off him. For the first time in his life he actually felt at peace. He felt safe and warm. All the pain he carried just seemed to be gone. He felt as if he could breathe finally. Every part of him screamed to rip her clothes off her and fuck her.
Fuck her. Claim her. Pump her full of cum and breed her.
His wolf was screaming in his head and he could smell her arousal. She wanted it just as much as he did. It took all of his self control not to give in to his desires.
A groan snapped him out of his lustful trance. He looked back down at the boy. "Here, let me help." He pulled the boy carefully to his feet, their eyes met. Once again everything around him disappeared. The boy was a bit scrawny. Slender with no real muscle on him. He had pasty white skin covered in freckles and moles. His hair was buzzed short, his brown eyes big and round. He had round cheeks and plump lips, looking just as good for sucking cock. His fingers were long and slender, those would be perfect for fingering Derek's ass. His cock was impossibly hard, almost like steel and it aches so bad. All he wanted to do was shove his cock right up that boy's ass and bite that pale neck.
Fuck him. Claim him.
His wolf howls in desperation. It's so hard for Derek to focus and fight his instincts.
"Stiles, you're bit." The girl said in a soft breathy voice. She pulled back the shirt to see the mark. Derek's eyes zeroed in on the bite that already existed. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw it didn't touch the boy's neck. That neck was for him and the girl to mark, no one else. His eyes met the girl's. Triads were not uncommon for his kind. His uncle had been a part of a triad. Two women that were like another set of mothers to Derek. He missed them so much Aunt Ruby and Aunt Luna had been such amazing women. So kind and understanding. They had made his uncle a better person. But they hadn't survived the fire. Them or their children. And his uncle never recovered. Derek strongly believes that the loss of both his mates was the reason his uncle remains in the coma.
Derek never thought he'd find his mate, nevermind mates. As a kid he had thought Paige had been his mate, but he had simply been a naive and horny boy. She had been his first love and losing her had hurt him badly, but after losing his pack he realized the pain of Paige wasn't as severe as it should have been. Losing a mate is worse than losing the pack and yet losing his park hurts ten times more than losing her.
He never had any illusions that Kate was his mate, but she had been a good distraction. She had helped him deal with the pain. A part of him did love her for it. He trusted her. The loss of her wasn't painful. It just made him angry.
He didn't think he deserved a mate, nevermind two, but he knew Laura would kill him if he told her that. She still didn't know about Kate. She didn't know the burden and pain he carried. These two were just kids. The same age he was when Kate got to him. How does that make him any better than her?
She wasn't your mate, they are. His wolf whispers in his mind. But there's still such a gap in their age. Patrick was fifteen years older than Taylor. What's six years in the grand scheme of things? You're meant to be together. They're still so innocent, young. Plus, they're underage and it'd be illegal for him to even think about touching them. In the supernatural world as soon as they are physically mature they are ready to be claimed. It's perfectly legal in our world.
"What was it?" The boy asked.
"A wolf." Derek had told them. "My sister's a med student. She can take a look at that and make sure it doesn't get infected."
And that is how they got here now. They're sitting in a clearing. His mate, Stiles he had learned, sits on the hood of Laura's Camaro with her medkit beside him. Derek insisted he got treated first. The other boy, Scott, had his bite on the side and while it was deep it was clean. Scott had whined about his injury, but Laura agreed Stiles needed to be treated first. His wound was ragged and very deep. Thankfully it hadn't hit any arteries.
Roxanne, the girl, seemed to be fine. She insisted the others be looked at first. Derek knows there's something about her. She's not human, he can smell it, but he's not sure what she is. He had seen her face. The way those veins became pronounced beneath her eyes, her eyes became darker and the whites of her eyes completely darkened, and her teeth grew sharp. He had never seen anything like that before, but then again he never met anything besides Druid's, humans, and were creatures.
"This is going to sting." Laura warns Stiles, snapping Derek out of his thoughts.
"Make it quick." Roxanne says as she holds Stiles hand. Laura nods and pours the solution into the wound. Stiles cries out in pain from the burning. Roxanne holds his hand, whispering comforting words to him. Derek remains at a distance, still at war with himself. They're just kids.
They're our mates!
"I'm sorry." Laura apologizes, drying his neck and begins to put the numbing cream on. "I'm going to have to stitch it up. It's deep."
"Why don't you take us to the hospital?" Scott asks.
"Do you honestly want my dad and Mel to see you guys like this? I don't think this is what they had in mind when they wanted us to bond." Roxanne snaps.
"It'll heal by tomorrow and then there'll be too many questions." Laura tells them.
"What?" Scott asks.
"The thing that attacked you wasn't a normal wolf."
"Laura…" Derek warns.
"You know how it works, Derek. They either accept the bite or they don't. Either way they deserve the truth."
"What do you mean they accept the bite or they don't?" Roxanne asks.
"The thing that bit the two of you was a werewolf." Laura tells them. Scott stares at her as if she had three heads. Stiles starts laughing.
"That's funny. Good one."
"She's not joking." Derek says.
"There's no such thing as werewolves. Stop messing around." Scott snaps. "We just got attacked. It's not time for jokes." Derek can feel his patience fading. He wasn't good around people on a normal basis, but Scott just had a way of rubbing him the wrong way.
Derek turns to Scott and allows his face to contort and his eyes to change color. Scott screams, scrambling back in horror. "Holy shit." Stiles breathes out. Laura places a hand on his shoulder and he allows himself to return to normal, looking back at his little mate.
"You either become like what we are or you reject the bite and you die a slow painful death." Derek says, his voice clipped and strained. He wasn't about to lie or sugar coat this. The boy needed to know the truth. He deserved to be as prepared as possible. Roxanne held his hand tighter.
"It's going to be fine, Stiles. You're healthy and strong."
"That doesn't matter. I've seen a perfectly healthy girl die from the bite. You can be as strong and healthy as possible or sick as can be and it won't change the end result. You're either made to be a wolf or you're not." He snaps.
"Derek, go cool off." He grits his teeth and storms off, his mind flashing back to Paige's pale pleading face. He can't do this again.
Laura watches her brother go, sighing at his pain. She wishes he didn't have to deal with Paige's death. She had always looked out for him, being the big sister that protected him, until he got older. She thought it was best to pull back and let him make his own decisions. She didn't want to smother him. Being fifteen wasn't easy, but she now regrets the decision to pull away. Maybe if she remained the persistent, overprotective, annoying sister then maybe Paige would have not been bitten.
Her eyes fall onto the two teens. She recorganizes them for what they were. As soon as she turned back into her human form and met up with them she knew. She can feel the ties that bind them to her pack. They may be turned by the other alpha, but their connection to Derek ties them to her. Triads we're pretty common in werewolves. Laura has seen many of them in her years. A part of her isn't surprised that Derek found himself a part of one. He carries so much pain and regret… but also so much love and kindness. He needs two mates to fill him with warmth and love, while he has so much love to give that it only makes sense that he has two mates to share that love with. If only he can get past all the damage in him to allow himself to have this.
"My brother lost someone important because of the bite. She rejected the bite and… and he did what he had to do to ensure she didn't suffer." She tells them, starting to stitch Stiles' wound now that the area is numb. "Don't hold his harshness against him. He's been through a lot and it'll be hard for you to gain his trust and get him to open up, but please don't stop trying." She looks at them. Roxanne nods, confirming to Laura that the girl is well aware of what the three of them are to each other.
"What happens if we reject the bite?" Stiles asks.
"I'll make sure it's as painless as possible for you, I promise." Laura tells him. "But I don't think you'll reject it."
"Why not?" Laura hesitates.
"Paige wasn't meant to be a werewolf." She wasn't meant to be with Derek, is what she doesn't say. "I have a feeling you're meant to be a werewolf." You're meant to be with Derek, so you have to survive this, is what she doesn't say. "Okay, you're all set. Let me look at you next, Roxanne."
"You can just call me Rox and Scott probably needs your attention more."
"But he's not my brother's mate." She says it too quietly that not even Stiles beside her could hear, but Roxanne did. The girl lifts her head and looks at Laura. They stare silent at each other.
"Okay." She finally gives in and takes Stiles' seat. Laura quickly cleans the girl up as best as she can to look at the wounds.
"You have probably a minor concussion, a cut across your head, and a few minor scrapes, but you'll be okay." She says clearly before whispering. "Whatever you are, will you heal?"
"Yes, I will heal as soon as I eat." Laura nods and makes a show of cleaning the cuts.
"I won't ask what you are. I'll let you learn to trust me first, but whatever you are, I hope you'll work with me and not against me." She pulls away. "Alright, Scott it's your turn." She looks over at the boy who is still staring at them with horror. He shakes his head and steps back.
"This isn't real… werewolves aren't real."
"Scott-"
"I didn't ask for this!"
"I'm sorry." She truly is. She believes it's wrong to turn an unwanted person into what they are. It's too intimate of a gift to simply throw around. Biting and turning was sacred. To take a person's choice away was all but rape in her eyes. Derek should have been the one to ask them and gain their approval before coming to her and having her bite them. This isn't how it should have gone down. "By tomorrow you'll be turned or dead. If you're meant to survive then you'll start to notice changes in you. Your senses will increase, your reflexes, your agility, your strength, and you'll heal faster as well. The last thing to happen to you is that your appearance will change. Your nails will grow, your teeth will sharpen, your face will contort like Derek's did. Your eyes will change as well, but throughout the day they'll flash. By the end of the day they'll stop flashing and remain the color until you regain control."
"What happens after?" Stiles asks.
"After you come to me. I'll help you learn control. I'll train you like my mother trained me." Stiles nod, while Scott remains in denial. She'll let him for now, but once the verdict is in then he needs to get with reality. This world isn't a game and once you enter it there's no way out beside death. There is no cure.