When it rains, it pours.

Double, no, tripple trouble

Derek runs alongside Erica and Boyd. All three of them have turned into their wolf form for the patrol this evening. Derek feels amazing, one with the preserve, their territory, his pack! He wants to howl his joy but knows he can't. They still haven't found the Alpha pack. The twins they had seen in the club had been gone when they went back inside after they had extracted Lydia.

They couldn't even find their scent, and it was maddening for Derek. He just wants everyone to be safe. Especially his mat- shit -boyfriends. He's getting really sick of his wolf calling Harry and Stiles his mates .

It's not that he doesn't want them, god he wants them so bad as his mates, but he doesn't deserve them. They are all still young, and he doesn't want them to feel obligated to be the Alpha's mate. Even when all three of them have Alpha tendencies. He is so glad Harry came to Beacon Hills when he did. Derek knows for sure that if Harry wasn't here, he wouldn't have ever told Stiles how he felt.

He feels a tug on the pack bond and snaps his mind back to the patrol. Boyd is trotting towards one of the designed clothing baskets they have placed all over the preserve. They can fight better in their human forms, so Hermione has placed clothes all over the woods so they can pull on some clothes before something happens. They are just some sweatpants and some sports bra's for Erica, but it gives them a lot more dignity when needed.

Boyd changes back to human and takes out three sweatpants and a bra. He pulls sweatpants on quickly, and Derek and Erica both shift back too and cover themselves up. Derek can feel something getting closer, so Boyd made the right call to get some clothes.

''Boss?'' Boyd asks, and really it's amazing that Derek understands what he is asking. Does Derek know who is approaching? How dangerous is it? Do they need to call back up?

Derek is pondering the questions. If he calls for backup, he needs to howl, and the pack won't be there on time. Doesn't mind how fast they run. Stiles, Harry, and Hermione could apparate to them directly, but they need to know where to exactly, and it's not that they can communicate that in a howl.

Derek's hackles rise when the people who are approaching drop their shield. He can smell them coming and lets out a piercing howl. They need backup as fast as possible. Just moments after, five Alpha's step into view.

All of them are smirking. Derek snarls at the twins he saw in the club. Chris and Peter had described the leader, Deucalion. According to Peter, he was blinded by Gerard during one of the meetings his mother had held before the fire. It's tragic, of course, but what the fuck does he need Derek for? Does he want vengeance? Does he want to bring down the Hale pack? Does he want Derek with them?

The other man in the group is big, like two times as Derek big. The way he smiles around his fangs makes Derek want to punch his face. The last one in the group is a woman, but Derek sees immediately that nobody should underestimate her. She isn't wearing any shoes, and her claws are out on her feet and hands.

Derek swallows back his fear and takes a threatening stance. His claws and fangs are out, and his eyes flash deep red. ''What do you want?'' He growls when they step even closer.

''Ah, Derek Sebastian Hale, what a pleasant surprise, meeting you here,'' Deucalion says while leaning on his stick.

''Didn't you want to say fancy? I mean, that sounds more English, doesn't it?'' Erica says with a flick of her hair, and Derek really wants to strangle her. She spends way too much time with Stiles.

''Tut-tut-tut, feisty, Derek, you should keep a muzzle on your betas-'' This earns a growl from all three of them. ''-She will do well.'' Deucalion muses, making Derek respond with a growl again.