Sour Wolf (Sterek & Thiam)

Sour Wolf (Chapter 4)

Sour Wolf

Chapter 4

[Theo]

Beacon Hills hasn't changed at all. The same people, with the same stories, same everything. All except one thing; Liam Dunbar. He wasn't here when Theo, Stiles and Scott were in elementary school. He also hasn't been a werewolf for long, yet he was powerful, very powerful. His eyes had a frightened look in them when they were in danger or when he was concerned, or when he was in a dark alley, alone with someone he barely knew... Theo never felt so drawn to someone before. He wanted more from him, in body and soul. He wanted to take him and run away. Away from them, away from Stiles, from Scott and the world they forced him into.

Bottom line, Theo hated Beacon Hills. He never wanted to come back, but they made him. They needed more subjects, and what better place than Beacon Hills? The fact that he couldn't go on his own drove him insane. He could have been a werewolf. A real werewolf. But instead he's a freak now. A sin against nature itself.

He'd never be able to be an Alpha, he'd never be able to be in a pack, and he'd never be able to live a normal life. Now all he had was them to call his family.

The Dread Doctors.

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[Derek]

It smelled like pine. Birds were chirping, the sun shone in his eyes. The crinkle of leaves were under his back. He wasn't in Stiles' room any longer. He sat up and looked around. Trees surrounded him, while leafy flooring was under him.

He stood and rubbed his head looking around. Somehow he was dressed, shoes and all. He began walking in a random direction.

It seemed like hours before he finally leaned against a tree. He couldn't smell anything but pine.

"Confusing isn't it."

He looked up into one of the trees. It was a teenage boy. Great.

The boy jumped down and stepped closer to Derek. "Well," he shrugged, "you didn't really succeed in killing Malia."

Derek tensed and flexed. "How do you know about that?"

The boy laughed out loud. "Who do you think planned it?"

Derek grabbed the boy by the collar. "You're messing with the wrong person."

"Oh no," he smiled looking down at Derek, "who you are is exactly why I'm doing this."

Derek threw him to the ground. "What did you do to me?"

"I actually didn't do anything. It was a few doctors I know. They're quite handy with genetic alterrations." He stood as he spoke. "You're still a werewolf," his voice had a hint of anger in it when he spoke, "if you're worried about that. But you can deal a lot more damage."

Derek was becoming angry. "Who the hell are you?"

"Don't worry about that." He was still smiling contently which anraged Derek even more.

Derek slashed at the boy letting out a roar. The boy dodged it and rammed his claws into Derek's abdomen, then slammed him against a tree.

His face was close to Derek's as he spoke. "You may be able to inflict more damage," he whispered between clenched teeth, "but you take more, too." He twisted his claws in Derek's abdomen causing him to cry out in agony.

He dug in deeper before ripping them out. Derek fell to the ground gasping, clutching his torso.

"Just keep doing what you're doing, Derek. Everything is falling in to place."