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Stiles and Peter were sitting opposite each other in the newly rebuilt Hale house’ living room. A chess game sitting on a little table between them. The rest of the pack was off doing some training in the woods. Both Peter and Stiles weren’t particularly happy in joining them so they stayed in and played a game of chess instead. They’d been playing for a while now, both of them highly gifted players, that could see many moves ahead in their heads.
Peter was just about to make another move when his hand froze in the air, and he turned his head towards the front door.
“The packs back.” He said. “But Derek’s not with them.”
Stiles could hear in Peter’s voice that the Alpha hadn’t just simply stayed back. Without hesitating a second longer Stiles sprang up from the armchair and sprinted through the house and out the door. He could hear Peter following him quickly. The pack was walking out of the woods and towards the house. It was true. Derek wasn’t with them.
“Where is Derek?” Stiles shouted from afar, walking purposefully towards them, until he came to a stand in front of Scott. Peter standing only a couple of steps behind him.
“We were ambushed by a bunch of hunters. They took Derek.”
“And you just left him there and came back home?” Stiles shouted.
Scott didn’t appreciate his best friend shouting in his face. “We needed to come back to make a plan to get him out.”
“We are getting him back right now, Scott. Where are they?” He wasn’t going to let Derek alone with hunters a second longer. He didn’t even want to think about what they were doing to him at the very moment.
“We need to make a plan, Stiles!”
Stiles only growled at that. “Scott McCall. Your Alpha has been taken by hunters. Derek is probably the one person they were after. They may be torturing him right now. Hell they might have already killed him. We need to go there asap.”
Scott didn’t back down. “I’m second in command, Stiles. It’s my decision.”
Stiles narrowed his eyes at the wolf. “You may be second in command, Scott. But I’m the Alphas Mate. I outrank you.” They hadn’t told the rest of the pack yet, so he understood the confused faces that were being sent his way.
“I’m going to get Derek back, with or without you. Let’s go Peter.” He said walking past Scott and the others. Peter directly behind him.
“You’re going to trust Peter to watch your back?” Scott shouted after Stiles.
Stiles turned around quickly, walking back towards Scott and stabbing a finger into his chest. “Yes, Scott. Because Peter knows how I operate and he will stay out of my fucking way. We’re leaving. You can come with us or not. Either way you decide stay out of my fucking way.”
Once again Stiles turned and jumped into his jeep, Peter sitting next to him. Stiles instinctively knew where to go.
It only took him a couple of minutes to get to an abandoned warehouse. Why were hunters always hiding out in abandoned warehouses?
Peter and Stiles get out of the jeep quickly. The pack just arriving behind them, they had run after them. Stiles could see six hunters guarding the entrance. He doesn’t waste time talking to the pack and starts walking towards the hunters. As soon as they see him, they point their guns at Stiles and get ready to shoot him, but before they can put their fingers on the trigger, the hunters are lifted into the air by Stiles magic. Their hands moving to their throats as if they were being choked. The guns fall to the ground after their hands had moved to their throats, trying to get air into their lungs.
One by one the hunters rise to the air and Stiles simply walks towards the entrance, not even sparing a glance into their direction. Peter is flanking his left side, one step behind.
Inside the warehouse are more hunters. Eight of them. Two are standing next to Derek, who was tied to a metal construction, his shirt ripped into pieces.
Stiles only has eyes for his mate that was in danger and walked towards him with quick steps. Once again the guns fall to the floor when the hunters move their hands to their throats while they are lifted into the air.
He quickly moved towards Derek, whose head was hanging low. When Stiles touches Derek, his head rises, fear in his eyes, but then it softens when he realizes that it was only Stiles. A soft smile on his lips. “Hey.”
“Are you okay?”
The alpha nods. “I’m okay.” Stiles uses his magic to break the rope that tied Derek to the metal thing. He can hear the sigh that escapes Dereks lips and at a closer look he can see that the ropes had left burns on Dereks wrists. They had been drenched in wolfsbane. And that wasn’t all they had done to his mate. One of the hunters had carved the word “monster” into Dereks chest. It wasn’t healing, the knife must have been infused with mountain ash.
Stiles quickly moved his hands to land on Derek and started to heal his wounds. Dereks labored breathing stopped, and Stiles could feel him sacking against him.
“Who did it.” Stiles’ voice was hard.
“I’m fine, Stiles.”
Stiles lifted Dereks head, by putting a hand under his chin. “Tell me who did it, Derek.”
He could see Derek struggling to make a decision. But Derek knew that Stiles would find out either way. He nodded to one of the hunters on his left. “Blondie over there.”
Stiles turned around and found the hunter that his mate was referring to. He looked at her a second and then quickly moved his hand. The hunter’s head snapped to the side and she fell to the ground dead.
“To the rest of you. If you ever come back here or I find out you are killing innocent werewolves I will make it my own personal mission to hunt you down and kill every last one of you. And as you’ve seen today, there is nothing that you can do that will stop me.”
With the threat hanging in the air, he released the magic that he had on the hunters and they fell to the ground unconscious. He takes Derek’s hand and together they walk out of the warehouse.
The pack, still shocked at that display of power, followed silently.
Stiles, Derek and Peter leave in the jeep. The pack has to run back on foot once again.
Back at the house, Stiles energy is coming off of him in waves. And he was still pissed.
Peter easily saw it in him. “You got ready for a fight, but you barely had to use your magic. Let’s sparr. You’ll get your energy out.”
Stiles nods and takes off his shirt. “I won’t go easy on you and I’ll use full force.” Peter only grins back. The feralness was something the two of them always had had in common. “I wouldn’t want it any other way, Alpha.”
Stiles quickly turns to Derek and kisses him. With his eyes he asks if he’s really okay. “I’m fine Stiles, go get it out of your system. I’ll explain everything to the pack.” Stiles nods and walks into the clearing opposite Peter. He did always enjoy beating the shit out of Peter.