Until The Very End

Chapter 25

Derek POV
I paced the living room waiting for the pack to get here. I took Stiles back to the loft after what happened. He was holding his wrist.

"I'm sorry." I repeated.

"Der, it's fine. It'll feel better any minute now." He smiled.

The pack slowly started to file in. After everyone arrived I explained what had just happened.

"So who is he exactly?" Scott asked.

"Gavin Mortem. He's part of the neighboring pack south of us. My dad and his dad hated each other, so because of what our idiot parents did there's a huge rivalry between us." I explained.

"Why does his name sound familiar? Mortem?" Isaac asked.

"Its Latin for death." Stiles mumbled.

"How'd you know that?" Scott asked.

"Do you realize how many languages I've had to go through to research for you assholes." Stiles snorted, Scott only responding with a nod.

"Why'd he attack Stiles though?" Isaac asked.

"He knows the best way to get to me, is through my pack, especially my mate." I said sadly. I turned my attention to Stiles. "I'm not going to let him hurt you."

He smiled, "I know, Bear."

Scott POV
Isaac and I decided we were going to stay at the loft for the night. Derek was still fuming and had been trying to figure out what to do all night. Stiles was pretending not to be scared and trying to calm Derek down. They needed us right now.

"Stiles!" Isaac yelled happily. My best friend shot his head up.

"Can you help me make dinner?" Stiles smiled. 

"Yeah." They disappeared into the other room.

"Derek, we'll get through this." I said seeing my alpha distressed.

"They're strong, Scott." 

"We're strong too Derek. And with a little more training Stiles will be good to go a-" he cut me off.

"Stiles is not fighting them." Derek snapped.

"And why not?"

"Because I know Gavin. Gavin isn't going to wait, he could walk through the door any minute and attack. Stiles isn't ready and he's not going to risk dying."

"You risk dying every day, Derek." Stiles snapped.

"You also can't fight, Stiles." Derek got up to look at the other.

"Because you won't fucking teach me! Making me run for hours on end doesn't teach me how to fight Derek!" Stiles said.

"You're not fighting, Stiles." Derek calmed himself down drastically.

"Whatever." He stormed back into the kitchen with Isaac.

"Fuck me." Derek fell back into the chair again.

"Derek!" Peters voice sang as he walked through the door.

"Get the fuck out, Peter." Derek growled.

"Gavin's here? You didn't fucking tell me Gavin is here!?" Peter yelled.

"Get the fuck out!" Derek snapped, flashing his eyes at his uncle.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Peter asked.

"He's on his period." Stiles said, rudely setting the table.

Derek let out an irritated laugh. "Peter I want you out, now." He said coldly, Peter shook his head.

"Don't come asking me for help when they try to kill your precious mate." Peter snapped making Derek lose it.

The alpha tackled his uncle to the groud. He punched him in the face repeatedly breaking his nose in the process.

"Derek!" Stiles yelled, making Derek stop. "Seriously?"

Derek got up. "Get the fuck out, Peter."

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Dinner was a mess. Nobody was talking. The only sound was teeth scraping the forks when the utensil wasn't hitting the glass plate.

"Thanks for dinner.." I said softly getting a grunt from Stiles and a smile from Isaac. "So..."

"Please don't." Derek started,

"Leave Scott alone." Stiles interrupted, not looking at the alpha.

"Oh God." Isaac mumbled.

"I wasn't being a dick was I? No." Derek snapped.

"Stop. You seriously need to calm the fuck down." Stiles said coldly. Derek growled. "What is your problem?"

"You. Not realizing how dangerous this situation is. You're acting like it's a walk in the damn park and it's not. You don't know what this pack is cabable of."

"And you do? You haven't seen them in years, Derek. Years!" Stiles yelled.

"And you've never fought anyone in your entire life. So, you have no say in this right now, Stiles." He got up. Stiles let out a harsh laugh.

"I'm going home." He said, getting up.

Derek grabbed his arm, "No, you're not." He growled.

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to you bitch all night like the fucking dog you are." Stiles snapped.

"You say that like you're any different. But guess what, you're not anymore sweetheart. Deal with it." Derek said quietly, rage laced in every word.

"I should've just let the dementia kill me." Stiles pulled out of Derek's grasp.

"Don't fucking say that." Derek said, tearing up. Isaac had been crying throughout the fight already.

"Why!? Its not like you actually want me as part of this pack now that I'm one of you!" Stiles yelled, looking away as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Babe," Derek pulled the other into a hug, "I don't care what you are. Human, wolf, cat, I don't give a shit. I love you and you're part of this pack no matter what whether you like it or not." I smiled at Derek's response.

"Then why can't I fight?" Stiles asked into Derek's chest.

"Because you're not ready and if you get hurt I won't be able to live with myself." Derek whispered.

It was quiet for a few moments before Stiles pulled away from Derek. "I'm going to bed." He mumbled pressing a kiss to Derek's lips and heading upstairs.

Derek looked like he wanted to cry, like fighting with his mate took more out of him then an actual fight. Isaac and I sat there in silence watching Derek. He didn't move. He just stood there zoning out.

"D-dad?" Isaac said.

"Yeah pup?" Derek said softly making Isaac smile.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Derek nodded kissing Isaac on the head before setting the security alarm and heading upstairs in the direction Stiles went.

"That was um.." I started.

"You've never seen them fight have you?" Isaac asked. I shook my head. "This one was bad." He said, getting up to clear the table.

I just hope they're okay. They need each other more than they realize.