Sour Wolf (Sterek & Thiam)

Sour Wolf (Chapter 9)

Sour Wolf

Chapter 9

[Derek]

Stiles was chained up on the operating table. Derek looked down at him. He felt so weak but he knew he couldn't fall asleep or lay down. When Stiles woke up he didn't know if it was going to be the demon or the real Stiles. 

"Isaac?" Scott looked beyond astounded when he walked in. Kira, Lydia and Liam followed.

"Oh my god, Isaac!" Lydia hugged him tightly then Kira.

"Isaac! Why are you here?" Kira was smiling as well. 

"It's a long story." He looked uncomfortable. He was hiding something.

Derek noticed Liam who was standing in the back of them quietly. He looked surprised that they were all hugging him but not very confused about who he was.

"Liam," Scott put his hand on Isaac's back, "this is-"

"Isaac." Liam was quick, "We've actually met. But you aren't with that other-"

"Um," Isaac interrupted him abruptly, "So what are we going to do about Stiles?"

Scott looked over at Stiles and sadness washed over his face.

"I don't know." He looked very tired and Derek felt bad for him. This was his best friend. He'd almost lost him to the Nogitsune before. It wasn't fair that he had to go through it again.

"Wait," Lydia was looking at Stiles, "maybe we can do what we did last time."

Scott's eyes widened, "Change the host." Hope shimmered in his eyes. He walked over to Stiles, his teeth protruding.

"Wait!" Lydia stepped forward, grabbing Scott's arm. "Last time Stiles was separated from the Nogitsune. This is actually Stiles. What if it doesn't work the same?"

The hope Derek saw in Scott's eyes faded again.

"Then how do we get them to separate again?" Just as he said it his eyes widened. "Lydia are you willing to do that again?"

Lydia nodded. "If it means getting Stiles back I will."

Lydia sat on a stool next to the table where Stiles lay. Scott stood behind her and sunk his claws into the back of their necks simultaneously.

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[Stiles]

He was sitting in the Nemeton on the tree stump above the root cellar. He only knew it was the Nemeton by the stump. The area surrounding him was flat and gray. There was fog along the ground.

Stiles inhaled deeply, it smelled like sulfur. 

The figure was before him again. 

"Hello, Stiles." It's voice was an echo.

"Hello." Stiles said it in a monotone voice.

"Are you finished fighting me, Stiles?"

Stiles didn't speak, he just stared ahead.

"It's no fun if you don't talk to me." The being looked as if it were vibrating. "You should be more considerate of your guests."

Stiles didn't say anything. 

"Are you mad at me? Because I tried to kill him? You know I'm still going to. When we wake up I'm going right for his heart."

Stiles felt a lump in his throat but still remained silent, even as his eyes filled with tears.