His Alpha (Sciam/Sterek)

Howl Away

"Yeah that sounds cool Scott, I'll come over in a bit. Just gotta get my jacket from the Big Bad Wolf. Tehehe see yah." Stiles hung up his phone and started his jeep and wondered just what Derek could be up to.

He smiled when he remembered that break was starting and that they only had one more month till school got out for the summer. He wanted so bad to fist bump someone but he only had himself. Just as he put his phone away he felt it buzz to signal a new incoming call, pulling out his phone again he saw the words 'Rotten Wolf' in big white print. Groaning internally he pressed accept and was greeted with the sound of Peter Hale.

"Stiles-Stiles you need to get back here now." Peter commanded.

"Excuse me since when did I talk to you, I hate you-" Stiles got cut off though.

"Goddammit Stiles! I don't care if you hate me! Derek's having the baby!" Peter shouted through the phone before hanging up, just before he did though, Stiles heard a muffled whimper of his name.

"Get Stiles-" Is what Stiles had heard.

He was just coming to the darker side of Beacon Hills when he heard something. He pulled up to a stop sign and rolled his window down, his stomach in his throat and eyes wide. It was no mistake what he was hearing, the broad, long distance howl. Derek. He didn't think twice as he slammed on the gas pedal, his heartbeat picking up and nearly beating out of his chest. He was about a mile away from the loft when he noticed a damn train making its way towards a small line of cars which had stopped behind the railroad arm crossing.

"Dammit! Of all days to take the long way to the loft!" He cursed.

He pulled up, his heart the only sound in his ears as he shut off his blue jeep, jumping out of it and leaping in huge strides. He swung his legs over the arm and felt his stomach churn as the train's horn blared in his ears, it was close and he was halfway across the tracks when he realized how close it was. For a minute he froze when it yelled at him making him stumble forwards and over the other arm. He fell on his butt for a few seconds, adrenaline pushing him up off his butt and sent him running - something he was never good at - towards the loft and to Derek.

"Hold on Derek! HOLD ON!" He shouted through the wind in his ears as he started the mile journey to the loft.

As he ran, the howls got louder, but then they just suddenly stopped. That's what pushed Stiles farther, the fear of what was happening to Derek right now. He knew that Derek was definitely in pain, and the only conclusion he had for that pain scared the holy hell out of him. If what he thought was happening was happening then he needed to get there now. He was about a fourth of a mile away, the building peeking out from a cluster of others, it was a roughly abandoned part of town but anyone would've heard those yells. If anyone heard they didn't care which was a slightly good thing but it was bad too because it meant that Derek was all alone giving birth to their baby. Well Peter was there but, it wasnt the same.

Stiles heart was thundering in his ears, lungs feeling like he'd inhaled acid, and his legs shaking. He came to the steps to the loft and collapsed when he tried to step up the first one, cursing louder than he'd liked he hurled his shaking and exhausted body up the stairs. He could barely breathe as he pushed the thick metal doors open and stepped into the quiet living space he'd learned to call a secondary home.

He went to close the door when he noticed the scratches on it. Deep, jagged, animal scratches trailed down the door. They looked like an animal who had been trying to escape. His eyes were glancing around quickly now, scanning the room in fear. He followed drag marks that were swept in the dust on the floor, leading him to the bathroom where he saw blood, not a lot but enough, on the grey tile and smeared in the tub. Stiles played out the scene in his mind, seeing the window and wondering if Derek had been screaming for him when he fell.