Miss Alpha Werewolf

Chapter 4

"Wow," Deaton says, surprised, eyes wide in shock.

I pant and stare at the boy laying on the medical table, his face looking way to relaxed for someone who got knocked out on the way here and Stiles nods, body shaking with adrenaline, "wow, as in you have seen this before and know exactly what to do?"

Deaton looks at him, shaking his head in disbelief. I purse my lips, smacking them before speaking, "that seems like the kind of wow that says you have no idea what to do now."

"I think your overestimating my abilities."

I hold back a groan, cracking my neck to alleviate the pain. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Lydia reaching for his hand and without consent, a low growl rumbles on my chest. The girl jumps slightly, face scrunched in confusion as she slowly reaches for his hand again.

"He's cold. Really cold," she comments.

I grab his other hand, wincing at how right she was, and, unintentionally, growl again. She stands back, hand retracting back as quickly as it came. Realizing what I'd just done, my eyes widen in panic, "I'm sorry."

She doesn't say anything though, just stares at me like as if trying to fix a maths equation. Stiles glances back and forth between us two, shaking his head in credibility and Scott clears his throat, bringing the attention to him, "do you think this is permanent?"

The doctor is still speechless. "I'm not sure if medical diagnosis is even... adequate," Deaton ends up saying, checking his physical conditions with a troubled expression. "This is way beyond my experiences."

The tension inside the room was nearly palpable. No one knew what to say or do.

"So, what to we do? Until he wakes up?" I mutter, searching for someone to say something, anything.

"Probably not much," the doctor says, shrugging as he looks at me. He let's his eyes wander around, "might be the best to leave him with me, he'll be safe here."

"You mean, from Kate?" Stiles asks.

"If she's alive and you say what you think she is, she won't pass that gate," Deaton shakes his head. He sounds confident, so sure that it brings a small hinge of hope.

"Why would she want to do this to him?" I blurt the question out before I could help it. I stare at Derek, my chest tight in discomfort at the sight of the younger man just laying there, a sheet of sweat covering his skin.

I could feel Scott questioning me with his eyes, silently praying that I'd look up and explaining what the hell was going on with me right now, but I avoided looking up, listening to Deaton speak instead, "knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason not being any good for anyone but her."

Stiles nods in agreement, exhaustion clear on his face as he spoke, "and bad for everyone else."

Deaton, with a grimance on his face, can only shake his head yes. I let a breath out, fatigue taking a toll on my body as I lean against the counter for support, reluctantly letting go of Derek. Lydia does the same, rolling her head back more gently with a hand on her neck and Scott sighs, too, mirroring Stiles' tired expression.

"You guys should probably go home," Deaton says, obviously noting the exhaustion on our bodies, "he doesn't look to be in any danger. Maybe the rest of you should get some sleep." When no one moved at his suggestion, all four of us standing our ground, he added, "it's school night, you all night to start taking care of your own lives again."

"Someone should stay with you," Scott says, still not entirely sure of the whole idea.

"I'll stay," I blurt out, raising my hand as they turn at me, "I'm already done with high school to begin with, so I'd just be coming back to help you guys out there."