Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 9

"We have a problem." Scott said.

"What exactly do you mean?"

"There's some lady outside. She's like super pissed and wants to see you like right now."

"Fuck." I groaned, pushing Stiles from my leg and getting up. I heard the two follow me downstairs and outside.

"Derek. I wish I could say it's good to see you." She smiled.

"What did Peter do now, Edith?" I sighed.

"He killed my sister. So, now. I'm going to kill you." She smiled.

"Excuse me?" I heard Stiles.

"Stiles." I snapped.

"Why don't you just kill Peter?" Stiles continued. "Derek didn't do anything?"

"And how would you know?" She took her attention off me and locked it on him.

"Because...I just do.." he looked up at me.

I sighed, "Go back inside, Stiles." He whined next to me.

"That's so cute." She laughed harshly. "Although, I have no idea where Peter is and I'm sure Derek would rather die over me killing his poor baby sister."

Cora growled from the porch. "Leave him alone, bitch!"

"CORA!" I yelled.

"No!" I heard Stiles.

Stiles POV

I heard Derek yell at his sister. As he turned around the witch got this angry look and the next thing I knew I was by Derek's side with my wings wrapped around both of us. I whimpered into Derek's chest as I felt a burning sensation on my wing and the witch start laughing.

"Huh, I didn't know you had a Guardian, Derek. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Its not really on my list of priorities." He snarled wrapping his arm around my waist to drain some pain.

She hummed to herself. "Let me help you with that." She walked closer touching my wing. I moved it hearing Derek growl at her. "I'm just trying to help. He wasn't meant to get hurt, you were." She said, moving her fingers toward me mumbling some words. Derek growled pushing me behind him.

"Too late." She whispered before dissapearing.

"D-Derek." I mumbled gripping onto his arm.

"You okay? Stiles?"

I looked at him before everything darkened. I rubbed my eyes opening them and seeing nothing again.

"Stiles, what's wrong?" I could hear the pack getting closer.

"I can't see." I said my grip getting tighter. "I can't see."

"What do you mean you can't see?" I heard Scott.

"I mean I can't see!" I yelled.

"We have to go to Deaton. Put your wings away." Derek said.

"It still hurts." I said stumbling feeling Derek help me.

"Is someone going to explain the wings?" Jackson asked.

"Not now." Derek snapped. "Come on, Stiles."

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"What did Deaton say?" I heard, Isaac as Derek helped me inside.

"He thinks he has something that will help but he won't be able to get it until tomorrow." Derek said.