Chapter 5
“Will you stop looking at me like that please?” Stiles said swiveling in his chair to give Malia an annoyed look.
“Like what?” She looked back at him innocently from his bed where she was supposed to be studying history.
“You know what. That look that makes you think I am about to keel over any second. I’m fine Malia. The stitches are out, the cuts are healing, and it’s been over a week. Plus I’m going to have some pretty sweet scars when this is all over with.” He tried to make light of the situation but she just gave him a very forced smile. He sighed and went over to crouch in front of her. He took her hands and kissed them. “I’m healing Malia. I may not heal as fast as you do, but I still do it. Soon I will be good as new so can you please stop looking at me like you’re afraid that I’m going to die?”
“But I am afraid.” She whispered “You’re so fragile and you just throw yourself recklessly into these dangerous situations. You’re going to get yourself killed one of these days.” Her voice shook, but Stiles realized it was not from fear.
“You’re mad at me.” He said releasing her hand and taking a step back.
“No...Yes...well you shouldn’t have been in the woods that night!” She leapt off of the bed and stood in front of him. He grimaced at the fierceness of her tone, but he fought back. A part of him was glad that she wasn’t walking on eggshells with him anymore.
“What was I supposed to do huh? Sit in Derek’s loft and twiddle my thumbs while the rest of you were being hurt?”
“We were fine!” Malia shouted back.
“Yeah but I didn’t know that alright! I couldn’t stand to not know what was happening. I couldn’t stand not being able to do anything, not being able to help.” Stiles shoulders slouched as all of the fight went out of him. “I can’t lose you Malia; I can’t lose any of you.” Malia stepped into his arms and he held her back tightly, ignoring the slight twinge of pain in his chest. How could he make her understand that he would do anything to help his friends?
“Okay, okay.” She murmured into his chest. After a few seconds she leaned back just enough to look at his face. “Just promise me that next time you go running into the face of danger you will bring me along to protect you?” Stiles let out a chuckle and bent his head down. He stopped just above her lips and whispered,
“I promise” And then he closed the space and kissed her tenderly. She tilted her body into the kiss, her hips pressing against his. He moved his arms to grip her hips and pull her even closer. She nipped his bottom lip lightly and wrapped her arms around his neck. He ignored the slight discomfort in his chest as he slid his tongue into her mouth. After a few seconds he forgot about his pain entirely. The only thing he could focus on was Malia. She gripped his shirt to pull him until they were lying on his bed. She broke the kiss only to help him get his shirt off. She then began to gently kiss the skin all around his cuts. When he couldn’t stand it anymore he cupped her face and brought her mouth back to his. As he kissed to her he thought that this was one of the few things in his life that made perfect sense.
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“They are probably just devising an extremely efficient plan to kill us all.” Isaac responded to Stiles questioning what the hunters were doing. The two boys were lounging on Stiles’ couch, a generic TV drama playing on the screen behind them.
“Oh how I missed your sarcasm and pessimism.” Stiles said clapping Isaac on the shoulder. Although his pessimism could get a little grating, Stiles did have to admit that Isaac often said what the rest of them were thinking but afraid of saying. This instance was no exception. Stiles figured that the hunters had gotten a glimpse of Scott the alpha and were figuring out a way to take him down.
“I think we should go on the offensive. We can’t just sit here and wait for them to attack us” Stiles said.
“You know Scott will want to try to find a diplomatic solution first.” Isaac said with a quirk of eyebrow that showed that he didn’t agree with Scott’s methods. Stiles sighed. Scott’s unwavering moral compass was something that he admired most about his friend, but his life would be a hell of a lot easier if Scott was a bit more willing to bend. Of course then he wouldn’t be the true alpha that he was.
“I wish Argent was here, he could talk to them for us. You haven’t heard from them have you?” Isaac shook his head.
“I’ve tried texting and calling him a few times, just to keep him updated about everything, but he hasn’t responded yet.” Stiles didn’t miss the look of sadness pass across his friend’s features. Out of all of them, Isaac was arguably the one who was closest to Argent. Argent had practically taken Isaac in a son. The two of them had travelled to France together after Allison had died. However when Kate came back Argent wanted to come help but Isaac felt that he wasn’t ready yet. The two had gone separate ways and Isaac hadn’t seen him since.
“I’m sure he’s just busy looking for Kate. He’ll resurface after he’s caught her.”
“I hope that happens soon.” Isaac mumbled. Stiles nudged his leg with his own.
“It will buddy. You wanna watch a movie or something?” He asked hoping to distract Isaac from his thoughts.
“Uh, actually I was thinking maybe we could hang out in the loft.” Isaac said, watching Stiles’ reaction closely. Try as he might, Stiles couldn’t stop his heart from jumping a bit. He hadn’t met the omegas yet. At first he had been recuperating, and then he just couldn’t seem to force himself to make the trip. “Are you nervous?” Isaac asked.
“Yes, a bit.” Stiles answered honestly, “I’m just not looking forward to the awkwardness of meeting the kid who slashed me and threw me against a tree.” He saw Isaac flinch. “Sorry” he said quickly. He sometimes forgot that his friends had to deal with finding him and taking him to the hospital, not knowing if he was okay or not. In some ways they had been more scarred by the experience then he had. Isaac had been almost as bad as Malia with the whole overprotectiveness thing.
“No it’s okay, they won’t hurt you, you know.”
“I know, honestly I think it’s more a social anxiety thing than anything else.” Isaac looked relieved at this and quirked a smile at him.
“Don’t worry about that, Olivia talks just as much as you do.” Stiles smiled back at him and agreed to go to the loft to meet them.
There were 2 boys and 1 girl. Dawson and Remy were Seniors and Olivia was a Freshman. Their story was pretty much exactly like the rest of them had figured out. The only thing was that they had been intending on leaving anyways. A few members of their pack had wanted to break away from their alpha. They had looked for a new pack to join and found Scott. After some research they decided he was the type of alpha they would want to follow. Their original alpha was a tyrant. He turned whoever pleased him, most of time it was just a matter of someone being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He turned too many people in a short amount of time and disregarded their need to learn control. Because of this they attracted the attention of the hunters.
When the hunters had killed the first of their pack Dawson, Olivia, Remy, and a few others had sped up their plans to leave. They urged the rest of the pack to follow them. The more experienced members tried to convince them all that they had no chance against the hunters. In the end most of the pack had agreed to leave with them, but a few stubborn members pledged to defend their alpha until their last breath. Unfortunately they had all upheld their oath.
When the hunters attached, they had tried to all escape, but only a few of them managed get out. Most perished with the rest of the pack. In the end it was only 5 that made it out. Grant had been injured in the fight, hit by a poison bullet. None of them had the knowledge to be able to save him. They buried him in the woods outside of town.
They traveled for a few days before the hunters caught up to them. They were exhausted and lingered too long in one place. Lilian was the eldest and most experienced. She had sacrificed herself so that the three of them could escape.
The three omegas had desperately tried to make it to Scott before the full moon. It was only the second one they had ever experienced and they had almost no idea how to control their powers. They pushed themselves almost to the breaking point but hadn’t made it on time. One of the reasons that they hadn’t caused more harm on the full moon was that they were so physically and emotionally drained.
They had almost died several times doing it, but they had finally made it to the true alpha they had been searching for.
- N x
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