Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Derek’s sexy POV

I moaned as I opened my eyes, I jerked and growled when I saw Scott hovering above me.

“Oh good you made it, I didn’t think it would work?” Scott sighed of relief.

“What are you talking about?” I snapped.

“Don’t you know what happened tonight?”

I thought back and someone shot as I was running toward my house from Stiles.

“I was shot?” I asked.

“Yes, by a weird mixture of wolfsband, even Stiles couldn’t figure it out, you don’t even want to know what he did to save you.. BLECH!!! “

“What. Did. He. Do?” I growled.

“Well, the old fashion way, sucked it out,” Scott said.

“Sucked it out?” Derek asked shocked.

“Yeah, he put his mouth over the wound and sucked it out.  By the way what did you do?” Scott growled at the end. “Stiles is pissed at you for some reason, you’re lucky he is a kind hearted soul, saving your ass even though he hates your guts at the moment.”

“Uh…”but my wolf was whimpering trying to get out, it sensed something was wrong. “Something is wrong, my inner wolf is restless.”

“Yeah I am getting antsy now that you brought it up.”

“Where is Stiles?” I asked.

“He left, in a huff and a puff and he blew your house to the ground.”

I growled, “Enough.”

Scott’s phone rang so he answered it.

“Hey Allison, how are you ba…” Scott stopped short. “He should be there by now… I doubt he would leave again.  Alright I am going to try to find him.”

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Allison said Stiles never showed up at his house, she was there waiting for him.”

“Lets go,” I said walking out the door.

We got into my car and left looking for Stiles.

“Wait, that tree looks recently broken, I don’t remember seeing that in the way in.”

I got out, my wolf on a frenzy, “I smell blood.”

I looked over the slope and saw Stiles’s jeep slowly sinking into the river mud.

“Stiles!” I shout running down the slope aware that Scott is following.

The mud was already at the doors, I  looked the window to see Stiles slumped over the steering wheel and the mud and water oozing in. I climbed on top of the jeep causing it to sink faster, I raised my fist and hit the windshield smashing it.  Scott was on the hood already grabbing Scott, the mud was already at the windows causing them to crack, Scott and I successfully took Stiles out of the sinking car.  I carried him bridal style and with a grunt jumped onto the slope.  Scott landed next to me caring a book and a box.

“Seemed important to him,” Scott said.

Scott slid into the driver’s seat and I into the passenger’s seat with Stiles on my lap.  Stiles got a gash on his head, his face and body soaked.

“Do you think he’ll be mad if I gave him the bite?” I asked?

“WHAT?” Scott said incredulous.

“His heartbeat is fading; it could be the only way to save him.” I said.

“I think he will be mad, but he’ll accept it since it was to save his life.” Scott said after consideration.

Scott was driving to Stile’s house.

“Derek, answer me honestly, why are you so interested in him?  You hated his guts from the day you met him, all of a sudden ten years of him being gone, you interested in him. Why?”

I sighed deeply, “Stiles is my mate, my wolf chooses him for some odd reason. The reason I didn’t pursue him earlier was because of peter then you and then the hunters.  I never really thought about having a mate.  When he was gone, I felt lonely more so than before, so I went looking for him.”

Scott exhaled, “Okay, I can deal with that, however” Scott’s face turn deadly, “If you so much hurt my best friend, I will kill you, I don’t care if you are the alpha.”

My wolf want to confront him, but I shoved it aside.  “I won’t.”

“You haven’t been doing a good job lately,” Scott snapped.

“I know, I am determined not to next time,” I said strongly.

“Ok,” Scott parked in front of Stiles house.

I got out and hurried to the house with Stiles in my arms.  I was in his bedroom placing him on it.

“I think the neck is a great place to bite since he may suffer brain damage.” Scott said.

I sighed and whispered in his ear, “Please forgive me.”  With that my teeth shifted to fangs and I sank them into his neck, my wolf purring at the blood of my mate flowing down my throat.

I let go of him, I took his dirty clothes off. Scott had already left.  I took off my dirty clothes and quickly used the shower.  When I came back I could see my bite wound healing.  I smiled and climbed onto the bed behind Stiles and wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him close.

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