The pack had left hours ago and Stiles and Derek were currently stretched out over the old leather couch panting and grunting. "Dammit Derek, move faster," Stiles hissed sinking his claws into the supple leather. Derek growled and sped up letting out a wild howl and clutching the boy to his chest. "God Stiles, that makes twelve, the table, the counter, the stairs, the hall tree, the shoe box, my sisters chair, my parents bed, our bed, the balcony, the rocking chair, the dresser, and now the couch," he said stretching out on the sweat slicked leather with Stiles on his chest.
"HEY, Derek, wake UP," Peter yelled tossing stones at his window. The alpha appeared in the window eyes blazing red. "There is an alpha here to see you," he said and slunk off. Derek sighed and turned to Stiles, who sat up hair in tangles, eyes bright. "There is an alpha here," Derek said pulling on his Levis' and an old t-shirt. Stiles dressed as well, "Your not leaving me here Derek," he said following him downstairs.
Derek was slumped against a tree his side torn open fear eating his soul alive as his mate fought the alpha that had attacked him. Stiles tore at the alphas throat having hardly a scratch on him. As he pinned the alpha and tore its throat out he sat back on his haunches and howled. Derek smiled weakly as the great wolf approached him. "You did good baby," he said blacking out as his mate became human and carried him back to the house.
