Stiles licked his lips and sighed as he sat on the front porch of the half-restored Hale house, watching the pack duke it out in another one of their rather violent training sessions. The sky was black, with only the dull glow of the crescent moon and the stars to filter in through the trees. A chilly wind was nipping at Stiles's face and ears, and he pulled the collar of his red hoodie around his neck. Derek had said that it would be optimum defense training for the younger wolves to fight at night, allowing them to work on their eyesight and rely on their hearing and sense of smell when even that failed them.
Stiles shivered and tugged his hoodie closer, wishing that he had taken Issac's offer of borrowing a wooly scarf while he watched the pack train. Derek was overlooking the entire odd function while Peter worked with the newer wolves, teaching them with little patience on how to properly defend themselves without wolfing-out entirely, in case any wolfsbane was ever added to a potentially dangerous situation.
Stiles had already done everything he could think of to entertain himself, including doing his homework due on monday, playing games and looking up meaningless facts on his phone until it died, doodling, twiddling his thumbs, and whistling- up until Derek yelled at him to stop it because, really, didn't Stiles understand the 'super-hearing' thing and how 'utterly annoying and distracting' his whistling was? Stiles had argued that a distraction was good for the training, but the death-glare he received from Derek was enough to shut him up.
With a heavy sigh, Stiles watched as the pack split off into pairs: Scott with Issac and Boyd, Cora and Peter, and Derek watching from afar, his almost ridiculous eyebrows furrowed as his agitation with his pack rose. "No, Scott, you cannot 'just' use your claws. No werewolf whatsoever." and "Boyd. Watch your stance. You're leaving yourself wide open for a sneak attack." and even "Dammit, Cora! We want to keep some of the trees around the house standing."
Stiles drew in the dirt with a stick as he listened to Derek yap. He chuckled, Yap, and began to imagine Derek transforming into a cuddly yet vicious Pomeranian instead of a big, bad werewolf. If Derek was a Pomerian, Scott would be... a Poodle! Haha! Yeah! And Cora would be like- uh... I dunno, a cat or something? Because she's so sassy and vicious and terrible? Ha! Yeah... And Peter would be... a squirrel! Wait, we're doing animals instead of dog breeds now? Okay, so Scott would be a gold fish. Hehe... And Issac would be... Oh! Oh! Issac would be a big, cuddly polar bear! Yeah! And Boyd would be... um... a rock?
Stiles's mind wandered about, his ADHD not helping at all as he jumped from one topic to another. What if Iwas a werewolf? This was something he thought about rather often. I could defend them instead of it being the other way around... I'm kind of useless as is, but if I had super-hearing and super-strength and super-speed and all that super-hero-werewolf jazz, then I could actuallyhelp instead of just Googling stuff and stalking police officers to crime scenes... Stiles sighed, shaking his head. But I don't want to be a werewolf... And Derek would never give me the bite, anyways, so it's kind of a lost cause... Lost cause... Cause... Plause... Taus... Maus... PAWS! Haha! Paws... Now that's funny. Good one, Stiles! No! Wait- back on topic, Stilinski. Need to practice staying on-topic... Need more Adderall... Anyways, what can I do to protect them? What is theydo come across some kind of wolfsbaney incident and can't defend themselves?... AHA! So easy, Stiles, why didn't you think of it earlier?! HA!
Stiles stood and made his way over to where Derek was standing, arms crossed and thick eyebrows furrowed. The Alpha snarled deep in his throat and pinched the bridge of his nose, calling out, "Really, Peter? You're supposed to be the mature one here!"
When he didn't look over at Stiles, the teenager cleared his throat. Derek glanced at him, taking note about how Stiles was bouncing up and down on his feet, twiddling his thumbs, and doing that damn whistling thing again. When Derek looked at Stiles, brown eyes widened. "Oh! Hey, Derek! Didn't see you there-"
