My Pillow

Chapter 14

~3rd~
The two werewolves were at each other. Claws slashing and punches flying.

Stiles couldn't do anything but watch the two go at each other. If he joined in he would snap like a twig with just one punch.

Jason tackles Derek down to the floor, he raises his hand to punch the Alpha but is unsuccessful as Derek catches his fist.

Throwing his arm to the side he gets on top of Jason to beat him. He keeps on flinging his punches till Jason's face bleeds.

Stiles was terrified, seeing his mate beat the poor werewolf was painful to watch. It's not his fault that he's abnormally blood-thirsty, well not technically.

But Stiles couldn't help but know that there is a way they would be able to knock some sense into him just like they did with Cora and Boyd.

"DEREK!" Derek stops his punches, looks at Stiles and looks back at bloody Jason. His eyes grow wide at the sight.

Jason was breathing heavily. Blood flowed from his disfigured face. Derek aches at the sight.

"I'm sorry" he says softly to the bloody man. He stands up to look at his mate who was smiling softly at him, it's like he's never seen him in ages the way Derek looks at him.

He runs to him, his hands hold on to his face. He looks at his beautiful brown eyes and smiles at him. He was never going to let anyone or anything take him away. He was goig to keep him safe.

Stiles couldn't help but let a tear fall from his eyes. He had thought that this was going to the end of him. He was worried that something might happen to the pack when they were going to come for him. He was glad he was wrong.

They pulled each other in a warming embrace. An embrace that said 'I'm never letting you go. If you go, I go with you, because without you, I'd be lost'.

They didn't say anything, they didn't have to. They're hearts beat for each other. And that was enough.

Derek pulled away, stood up to help Stiles when suddenly, catching him off guard, Jason tackles him to the ground and begins clawing at his chest and abdomen. Derek wasn't able to do anything. He's actually not doing anything.

Stiles doesn't care about his pain. He tackles Jason and throws him against the wall.

Knocked out, Stiles pulls Derek to lean against the wall, gently slapping his face to wake him up. He cries as he gets no response. Derek's heart was beating, but it was beating slowly.

Gérard made it out of the building with his two guards, they walk towards their transport when the two hunters were knocked out, falling heavily to the ground.

Gérard flings his head around him to find Kira and Danny standing there waving at him.

Looking back infront of him he finds Scott staring at him coldly. His beta eyes glowing like fire at him.

Scott quickly pulls him by the collar and growls at his face, Gérard couldn't help but cower a bit at the werewolf.

"You listen to me and listen to me very closely. If you come after me or my family ever again. Remember this, we might not kill, but we know people who enjoy it. Let this be your final warning, "

Scott feels something burning inside him, a feeling that is entirely different. He feels stronger, more in control.

Then he sees Gérard's eyes widen in terror. He feels a little tingling, burning sensation with his eyes.

Then he realises what it's about. He was an alpha. A true alpha.

Stiles tries his best to stop the bleeding but nothing can stop it.

"Stiles" Jason cries from the other side of the room. Stiles doesn't pay attention, he focuses entirely on trying to keep his mate alive.

"Stiles please" Stiles looks at him with uttermost disgust but Jason doesn't blame him. "Please kill me"

Stiles's eyes widen in terror, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Stiles please you have to kill me, I don't want to live knowing that I've killed someone who didn't deserved to die"

Stiles looks away, not wanting to submit to the plea but he can't help but think of it. 

"Stiles please, I don't want to live with that guilt" Stiles complies, he doesn't know why but his hand stretches out infront of him. With a cry of pain, a glow of light appears from his hand.

Spirals of light shoot out from his hand and surrounds Jason. It began to burn him,but Jason wasn't crying in agony. He was smiling, he was happy to die knowing he never killed anyone.

With a last look at Stiles with a tear falling from his face he says "Thank you" and dissapears from the room only leaving ashes which fall slowly to the ground.

Tears flowed heavily from Stiles's eyes, he looks back at Derek who was still breathing. He was still alive, Jason hadn't killed him. That's when he feels something change in him.

The feeling wasn't painful but unbearable. It was something he hadn't experienced. Then he feels his eyes sting a bit.

His eyes were changing colour, it turned from a bright yellow to a cold blue. He had taken an innocent life.

How is the pack going to look at him now? They were all about not killing, but he had no choice.

After using alot of his energy, fatigue and effects from the foxglove take the best of him. His eyes close and his body goes limp making his slump on the floor beside Derek.