One Night

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    "Jennifer wait!" Derek yells at the darach charging angrily away. "You swore to release stiles and Scott's parents first!" The man charges after the woman. She whips around and yells back at him.

    "That won't be harmed, but this may be my only chance Derek- Please!" She begs. Derek's fights internally with himself he shoots his head backwards, they'd been going north maybe he can find the nematon alone again? "Derek I need your help, you or them!" She screams.

    The alpha growls lowly and turns back to her. The two then charge through the woods, Derek sniffing out Scott's scent and Jennifer knowing exactly where to go- pack meetings used to be there, how could she not remember where to go. She stumbles a little and Derek catches her again, lifting her back to her stable feet by the elbow. The woman smiles over at him but his eyes are trained elsewhere, uncaring of her happiness. With a scowl the woman scoffs, a whiff of blood blows through the wind.

Jennifer ignores the scent side eying Derek in hopes he didn't catch on. But of course, against her luck the man slows down. Derek skids to a stop and flings his eyes towards the direction of the blood smell- connected to it, Stiles. Derek scrunches up his nose and whips his head between stiles direction and Jennifer. Who glares and urges Derek once again forward.

    "I'll be quick." He states quickly. Jennifer only offers a severely angered screach like scoff. "I promise I'll be right there I just have to make sure he's okay- Jennifer he's human." Derek's voice peels into a plead. He knows she holds all the power in the situation; with Derek leaving she could one hundred percent begin sacrificing the parents.

     She softens. "You'll have ten minutes to meet me at the pack meet." Her eyes glare deeply. If the woman were a wolf her words would be a growl. Quickly the darach spins and bolts. Derek taking that as the start of his timer charges towards stiles scent. The one scent he's never had to think about to know how to find. It was a lure. Something Derek could never forget. The same way he'd never forget Paige's scent or her voice. Stiles eyes and his heart beat- however continuously upbeat it may be.

    Derek leaps through the woods, bouncing over fallen branches or sliding on wet leaves. Eventually flicking out his claws Derek leaps forward and launches himself up a tree where he bounces from branch to branch leaping and swinging like a monkey rather than a wolf. Eventually he skids, trips and falls to the floor, the scents direction changing. He spins towards the smell, curving towards his left and chafing that way. Derek passes the smell of smoke and sweeps himself around a tree, ducking under an angular fallen one and then sliding to a stop as he catches sight of stiles.

     The teen drags his bat with him as he pulls himself through the woods. "Stiles!" Derek yells. As the boy turns towards him Derek rushes forward instantly scooping his arms around stiles waist and lifting him into a bear like hug. Stiles swings his arms around Derek yelling his name in response. Slowly Derek lowers stiles down again, dropping himself to a knee and sweeping eyes and hands over stiles body in search for an injury.

    The alpha reaches stiles face and freezes. His hand skimming up to the boys temple and watching s small dribble of blood begin to dry. "What happened?" Derek growls, his brows pinched together not in anger but worry.

    "Nothing- crashed cause of the growing storm my jeeps Probobly wrecked-" stiles complains. "I saw Jennifer running that way, let's go." Stiles points behind himself and tries to turn away.