Stiles had fallen asleep, and when he was awaken by growls and a low howl, he jumped out of bed. He tried calling Scott, but he wouldn't answer; he was probably with Allison. "Of course you don't answer when I need you." He said to himself. Nevermind, I'll just go by myself.
Suddenly, chills started running throughout his body. Derek is hurt. He didn't know how he knew that, but he jumped up and grabbed his jacket. He took off, down the hall and out his front door, running into the forest. As he ran, he stepped on rocks and branches, but he didn't stop; he needed to see Derek.
After running through the forest for thirty minutes, he cam out into an open part which surrounded the old Hale house and looked around. "Derek!" He shouted, looking around as he heard a howl. It pained Stiles to hear how much Derek was hurt. He turned around, seeing Derek on the found, and ran over to him as tears began to fall from his eyes.
He fell to his knees, beside Derek and cradling his head. "Derek, please wake up," he said, shaking his own head. As he stood, Stiles bent over, trying to pick him up. He struggled, and dropped him back down. "No, I can't carry you," Stiles says, wiping his face. "Only one option. I'll be right back!" He says to the unconscious werewolf.
As Stiles ran back to the forest, his foot caught on something, causing him to fall and slide across the ground. He hurried to stand back up, making him wince in pain from his now bleeding leg, yet nothing mattered to him but saving Derek.
He ran back to his house, but stopped when he saw a man standing before his Jeep and looking at him. "Um, hello," he said, a little curious as to why this man, who he had never seen before, was standing in his yard.
"Hello, Stiles." The man said, a eerie grin spreading across his face.
"How do you know my name?" Stiles questioned, a little creeped out that this stranger knew his name.
"I know your name because I spoke to your father." He responded, still smiling.
"You didn't hurt him, did you?!" Stiles panicky asked, making sure his father wan't in trouble.
"No, I didn't hurt him." He said, moving closer to Stiles, stepping into the low-lit street, so Stiles could see what he looked like; Black hair which fell in his ash-coloured eyes, a red and white jacket, and a loose dark blue shirt paired with black jeans.
Stiles stood, frozen as the man stepped even more towards him, feeling his breath on his neck and sending shivers down his back. He tried stepping away, but the man grabbed his wrist. "Ow!" Stiles exclaimed, wincing in slight pain as he looked up at the man causing him discomfort. "No, you're an alpha," Stiles said as he noticed the man's eyes glow red.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He said, pouting his lips.
Stiles didn't trust this guy. He looked up at him , asking "Can I know your name?"
"I'm Raff." He said, looking down at Stiles.
Stiles laughed as he questioned Raff. "What kind of a name is that?"
"It means Red Wolf, you twit." Raff said, growling.
The laughing immediately ceased as Stiles grew a look of fright on his face. "Got it. Red Wolf." He said as he shook out of Raff's grasp.
Raff grinned and slowly backed away, the night engulfing him as Stiles could no longer see him. "Goodbye, Stiles," he heard and froze again until Derek came back to mind. He ran inside, getting his keys and running back out toward his jeep, starting then flooring it.
The car stopped as Stiles ran over to Derek, struggling to pick him up and carrying him to the Jeep. He placed Derek in the backseat as he got in the front, driving back to his own house. "Derek, just hang in there, man" He said quietly, looking at him as he arrived back home.
Blood was still seeping out from Derek as Stiles rushed to get him inside, hobbling as he lifted Derek's weight and carried him to his own room. As he placed Derek on his bed, he heard a whimper and brushed the hair out of his face. "I'm sorry, Derek," he said, running to the medicine cabnet to get alcohol and bandages. He came back into his room, tears reappearing on his face as he started cleaning Derek's wounds, causing him to wince and yelp slightly in pain. "I'm sorry, but I have to clean them!"
After thirty minutes, he'd finished cleaning up Derek's wounds and bandaging them. Stiles looked back down at Derek, a smile forming on his face as he saw Derek's hand reach up and pull him onto the bed next to him. Stiles blushed as Derek wrapped his arm around him, falling into a heavy sleep, loving Derek be here with him like this.
