The Hale Pack

6 Healing and Alarms

Stiles was infront of the mirror in the bathroom with a towel around his hips. Water dripping from his body as he was frozen looking at his own reflection.

The bruises and cuts... they were healed. His skin was pale and smooth except for the scars. He turned around and looked at all his body and there were no bruises.

He moved and stretched and there was no pain.

His heart raced and he tied off the towel and bound down the hall to Derek's room. Without waiting and burst through the door.

"What is going on?" Stiles screeched and flailed gesturing at his body. "What the hell is happening to me?"

Derek was doing chin ups on the rafter and he dropped down to the floor landing gracefully. He looked at Stiles and his eyes flared red. "What do you mea-" He stopped as he realized that Stiles was healed.

Derek walked over and got close but didn't touch him. "The bruises... the cuts..."

"Exactly! What the hell man?" Stiles flailed again.

Derek made a low almost half growl half groan. "I don't know. An emissary doesn't have healing abilities like wolves do."

"Then what is going on? Cause I am kind of freaking out." Stiles touched his chest and ribs. Everything was fine.

Derek reached out and touched his shoulder. "Take a breath. I's okay. We will figure it out. " Derek's red eyes slowly turn back to green.

The scent of sandalwood cedar and musk surrounds Stiles and his eyes close as he inhales the scent trying to relax. The scent seems to sink into him.

He doesn't realize when it happened but he is leaning against Derek's chest. Derek's arms were carefully around him. Holding him. Stiles feels safe. Like when he had woken up earlier with Derek protecting him.

Stiles didn't know what was happening. Raising his head he looked into Derek's eyes. The green turns slowly to glowing red.

Slowly Derek transforms into his wolf. He is growling low as he looks into Stiles honey brown eyes.

Stiles feel's warm. The ache inside him from earlier blooms again. His vision turns to fire. Derek looks like a hell hound in his vision.

His heart is pounding and racing. "D-Derek..." Stiles barely breathed his name.

Derek growled low and inhaled Stiles scent. "I won't let anything happen to you." He spoke around his fangs.

Stiles felt heat fill him and it made him shiver. "You're the first person that I actually believe when they say that."

Derek leans in and growling low he nips at Stiles' shoulder. Suddenly the lights in the room pop and explode and Stiles feels hot as he feels Derek's fangs softly scrape across his shoulder and collar bone. Gasping he feels himself become hard and something aches in his very core.

When Derek looks back up he is back into his human form and his red eyes glow bright as his fingers run through Stiles hair.

Suddenly there is an alarm going off and the pack is yelling. Someone is in the apartment building.