Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 8

Derek POV

"D-Derek!" I heard Stiles call from the living room.

I walked down the hall hearing him whine and what seemed to be him stomping his foot on the ground. I got into the living room to see his wings spread from one end of the room to the other.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "The packs on their way back?"

"I didn't do it! I can't get them to go back!" He said, worry lacing his words. "Derek, I don't want them to find out. Not like this!"

"Relax. You remember how we train new betas? What do they use to help them during the full moon?"

"Alpha, beta, omega. But, I don't have that!"

"The sun, the moon, the truth." I said.

"It's not going to work!" He yelled.

"Stiles, trust me."

He whined beginning to whisper to himself. "It's not working!" He said his eyes beginning to flash between various colors.

"Find an anchor."

"I don't know how!" He yelled.

"Think of someone. Let them keep you grounded. Just think of them."

"I thought you weren't supposed to use people as an anchor?" He asked.

"Just do it." I growled.

"Don't growl at me." He rubbed his hands over his face.

"Come on, Stiles. You can do this."

I watched his eyes drop shut and a small smile cover his face. A few more moments passed before his wings were gone and he was looking at me again.

"Thanks." He said softly his eyes flashing a shade of pink before going back to brown. I smiled and nodded.

(A/N: the picture is what his eye color is supposed to look like. That and it's pretty.)

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"Derek." Stiles barged into my room.

"Yes?" I asked, turning around.

"Help me fly."

"Help you fly? Yes, because I know how to work wings."

"Come on! The packs gone, you train them, you help them, how much different can it be?"

"Extremely?" I laughed, "Stiles, I have no clue how to help you."

"You're just not up for a challenge."

I shook my head, "Why don't we finish reading and then talk about flying?"

"I don't want to read anymore. I'm always reading."

"Then let me finish reading."

"Fine. But, I'm taking a nap while you read. Right here." He said, climbing into my bed and curling the blankets around him.

I grabbed the book and sat down next to him. I felt him curl closer to me. I wrapped an arm around him, sighed, and opened the book.

Some angels are known to develop powers.

Like most supernatural creatures the senses are heightened; taste, smell, sight, hearing, touch.

Some of the known and most common powers found in angels are;

-mind reading
-increased intelligence in various fields
-super speed
-capability of predicting the future
-communication with animals
-mimicing others voices
-invisibility
-can breath underwater
-can heal others by mind and/or touch
-can kill someone by touch if they choose

Various types of angels can do different things.

Angels
Aren't a harm to anyone. Only provides help. They tend to be the kindest of all angels.

Reapers
These angels serve death. They are demonic creatures that feed off pain and sorrow. Use possession to control others into getting what they desire.

Fallen Angel
Angels who have lost their powers. Fallen angels tend to fall into the path of a Reaper.

Guardians
Guardians are created for the sole purpose of protection. When one cares more for others than themselves is when the Guardian is awakened. They are very emotional beings and need to be taken care of just as much as they care for others.

Angelic Tendencies:

Dream Walking:
Angels can appear in people's dreams, they usually use this to communicate, when they can't find the person they're looking for, or want to talk privately.

Electronic Manipulation:
Angelic beings tend to be able to manipulate electronics.

Regeneration:
Like most supernatural beings, angels can heal at extreme rates.

Sedation:
More common in Reapers, angels can cause humans to fall unconscious with a touch.

"Derek, stop reading." Stiles' voice broke my attention from the book as he wrapped himself around my leg. "Someone's here." He yawned.

"It's Scott." I said. He nodded.

I heard Scott walk inside and up the stairs toward my room. He stood in the doorway out of breath.

"We have a problem."

This is more informational than anything. Sorry.

Merry Christmas!!!!!!