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Chapter 1: Loyalty
Scott made his way, swiftly through the woods. Sticks breaking under his feet and leaves crunching behind his every step. He could hear Allison’s cries and whimpers getting closer and he sped up. He ended up at the Hale house, to find his beautiful girlfriend chained to a tree. He growled. That bastard alpha took her, threatened her, nearly hurt her.
Scott worked at the chains for a bit, hushing Allison, and whispering comforting words to the scared brunette. He stopped when he heard low breathing and a stick break behind him. He turned to see the alpha, Peter, who was standing proud, smirking at him.
“I already told you, Peter. I'm not joining your pack. So let Allison go.” Scott all but demanded the older man.
“We'll see about that, Scott.” Peter chuckled, drawing closer to the couple.
“You can't hurt her. Her parents will kill you.” He warned.
Peter’s smirk grew. “I don't have to hurt her. ”
“You won't hurt my mother either.” The teen growled, and Peter outright laughed.
“Of course not, Scott. But if you won't join me, someone will have to take your place as my beta.”
On queue, Derek came out of the house behind Peter with Stiles in tow. He face was paler than usual and she had tape covering her mouth and binding her wrists behind her back. She struggled against Derek, who held her still,muttering what was probably curses behind the tape.
Getting Stiles had been pretty easy seeing as the girl was half asleep and weighed as much as a feather. She’d been coming down the stairs of her house wearing nothing but an old worn grey t-shirt and tiny pink shorts. As soon as she saw the two wolves she was wide awake and didn’t prove to be any real challenge until Peter grabbed her. She was struggling and kicking and yelling until Peter finally had enough and pressed on her pressure point as Derek went to grab her legs to prevent another kick to his genitals. Her father was at work, so they didn’t need to worry about an angry sheriff, so the two Hales took their time with her. When her body finally went limp, Peter passed her to Derek who held her gently through the car ride. When they reached their destination she was laid on a mattress and covered with a blanket when she woke they offered her water and Derek promised no harm would come to her- or to Scott when he came.
Derek explained what she was there for, that as soon as Derek joined Peter he wasn’t feral anymore, how an alpha without a pack will go crazy until said pack is restored or he dies. Stiles still looked weary of Peter, but it seems she trusted Derek- if only a little- and made no move to escape.
Getting Allison had been a different story, she used all the weapons she had -save her bow and arrows- trying to stab them and shouting curses at them. She fought them tooth and nail but eventually she too fell unconscious- but unlike with Stiles, Derek was not gentle with Kate’s niece. He didn’t hold her on the way there, she didn’t get water or a mattress, she wasn’t told what was going on. She rode to the old house in the trunk and was immediately restrained-unlike Stiles who was left free until the sun set and they were waiting for Scott. The whiskey-eyed girl didn’t take well to having tape over her mouth and wrists tied behind her back and struggled a bit as he lead her out of the house, while the huntress got chains and a nice tree to rest her back on.
“Let her go.” He demanded. “Let them both go.” His voice was low and threatening, but Peter wasn't phased by it.
“I'm going to give you a choice her, Scott.” He said calmly, taunting the teen. “Pick Stiles and join my pack, or pick Allison and lose over a decade of friendship. If you pick Allison, Stiles will become my beta and you'll probably lose her for good.” Peter caressed Stiles’ cheek with a shifted hand, looking at Scott. She tried moving away but Derek held her still. “If you choose Stiles and join my pack you can never see the Argent girl again. I will not lose my pack to her family again.” He growled out the last part, glaring at Allison. Scott saw Derek flinch slightly.
The tan brunette looked between the two girls, first Allison then Stiles, then shot a pleading look to Derek-who only shook his header the teen.
“I-I… I…” He sputtered.
“Choose, Scott.” Peter's voice was firm and left no room for argument, even if Scott didn’t accept him as his alpha.
He looked at the girls again and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I-I'm sorry…” He whispered, looking at the ground. “Stiles.”
For a moment Peter is proud of the boy, and Derek prepared to release Stiles, but the boy continued before either could move.
“I'm sorry, Stiles.” He doesn't look at her, finding the ground more interesting for a second longer before glaring at Peter. “ I choose Allison. Now let her go.”
Peter nearly gaped. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Derek pulled Stiles closer as her body shook, fresh tears falling from her whiskey brown eyes.
“You're sure? You'd rather have a hunter than your best friend? The one who's been helping you since receiving the bite?” Peter all but growled.
Scott stays silent, only looking at the brunette hunter.
“Very well.” He Gestured to Derek, who let go of Stiles to release Allison-begrudgingly, as he glared bullets into Scott. As soon as she was let go, Stiles's legs wobbled and she fell to the ground, her knees buckling beneath her. Her body wracked with tremors as she tried to hold in the obvious pain she was in.
Once Allison was free she fell into Scott's arms and they left without looking back. Stiles' heart picked up, and her breathing became quick and uneven. She was pale and sweating, sadness and pain rolled off her in waves.
“Shit, Stiles!” Derek rushed to the hyperventilating teen and held her to his chest. He peeled the tape from her lips, leaving her mouth red, and she gasped for air as he released her wrists. He held her close as she eventually passed out and her breathing slowly evened out.
“She had a panic attack,” Peter muttered to himself.
“What the hell just happened?” Derek looked at the older Hale.
Peter stayed silent.
Derek lifted Stiles, her head resting on his shoulder.
“What now?”
“We head to the sheriff’s place. We should tell him about what his daughter is to become.” Derek nodded adjusting his hold on the girl as the left the woods.
Peter knocked on the door to Stiles and her father’s house, then held his hands behind his back as he waited for an answer. His car was in the driveway and he could hear him breathing in the kitchen. The wolves heard his every step as he made his way to the door.
“What do you want?” The sheriff grunted as he answered the door, then he spotted the sleeping Stiles. “Come in.”
The two Hales nodded and silently entered the house. Derek looked down at the teen in his arms. “Sheriff, where should I…?” He trailed off.
“Just lay her on the couch, I'll put her in her bed later.” Stiles’ father said, not wanting Derek Hale alone with her in her bedroom. He looked to Peter. “What's this about?”
“Sheriff, I know this is going to sound crazy, but we’re werewolves.” Peter started, ever the blunt one.
Sheriff Stilinski laughed, and Derek cut in. “He's telling the truth, Sir.”
His laughter died and he looked at them in amusement. “I know that, son.”
Even Peter looked shocked at that, then looked guarded. He could be a hunter too…
“Relax, Hale. I'm not a hunter. I'm a witch of sorts, a Druid – I don't really use magic anymore but I still have it in my blood. And Claudia, my late wife, was a werefox. Stiles is both. She can do magic and shift, which she hasn't done much of since her mother died… None the less, I do know the ins and outs of this world. This family's always been involved. Why do you think Stiles was able to teach Scott control when he was bitten?”
Derek looked at him in shock. She didn't tell him, she didn't even tell Scott. “Why didn't she tell us?” He asked weakly.
“Probably because she's resented that half of her since her mother died- but since you guys came around she's been more active with it, shifting more often and such. Her body is still getting used to shifting again and since she’s been forcing herself to heal at human rates and only have below-average human strength she’s still weak.” The Stilinski answered.
“Oh…” Derek almost wanted to smile at that, that since meeting him she’s been shifting more. He was secretly happy she hadn’t told Scott-he didn’t deserve to know after what he pulled.
“Now tell me what happened in the woods tonight.”
When Stiles woke up she could hear Derek and Peter talking to her father about what had happened that night, what Scott did and how they planned to turn her.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t bite me while I was out, it would’ve killed me.” She said causing the three men in the kitchen to jump. Stiles was standing in the doorway looking at them. “I would’ve told you before Scott showed up, but I didn’t think he’d…” She trailed off looking down. She held back the tears that threatened to fall. She looked back up. “I should’ve known better than to trust him to begin with… Tell you what, I’ll join your pack-Dad probably will too- if I can have some fun .”
Peter had the sinking suspicion that the fun she was talking about was revenge and was about to comment about how revenge probably wouldn’t go well given that there were hunters around, but Stiles clarified. “Not that kind of revenge, Peter. Some good old fashioned Stilinski Revenge. ”
Her father, noticing the confused looks clarified again. “She wants to show him who she really is.” She clicked her tongue at him.
“Bingo.”