The Hale Pack

8 torn apart

Scott was suddenly infront of Stiles and pushing him back into the wall to keep himself between Stiles and Derek. "Who are you?"

Stiles put his hand on Scotts shoulder trying to calm him down but it only made Derek growl deep and his claws grew sharper and longer and he crouched as he was about to pounce. "Wait you guys this is-"

"Get away from Stiles!" Derek roared and his eyes glowed red and the inhumanness of his voice reverberated through the air.

Scott was obviously scared but he kept himself in between them.

"Stop!" Stiles yelled as he tried to get around Scott but couldn't. "Stop Scott is my friend. He's my best friend. Don't hurt him." Stiles even put his arms around Scott to try to stop Derek from attacking.

A look of pain crosses Derek's wolfed out face. His red eyes look at Stiles arms around Scott and a broken snarl rips from him.

"Who are these people Stiles?" Scott's voice is inhuman as well. His words a little garbled around the sharp fangs he wasn't used to yet.

Stiles was about to explain when suddenly Erica lunged and was about to try something.

Stiles felt his spark come to life and he was suddenly seeing the world explode into a golden red aray of color as he felt his power burst forth.

Suddenly he twisted with Scott in his hold and it was now him shielding Scott against the wall. He felt his energy touch Scott too.

Scott let out a gasp and a yell of shock and almost pain. But he felt it. The connection. It wasn't as powerful as the connection he felt with the pack but it was there.

"We wont hurt him... Stiles... calm down... We wont hurt him." Isaac's voice was only a few feet away.

Suddenly he realized that he was shaking as he had shielded Scott from his own pack. He was still holding Scott in a death grip.

"It's okay buddy. You can let go..." Scott's voice was soft as he touched Stiles hands.

Stiles felt a rush of nausea take him as he let go and stepped back. It felt like he was being pulled two places at once. Like the pack was pulling him in one way like a magnet and then Scott was pulling him in his direction.

He felt dizzy but he tried to push through it. "This is my pack Scott. How-how did you become a werewolf?"

Scott was watching them and especially Derek very closely "I... don't really know. I got bit a few weeks ago when I went on a camping trip..."

"Where?" Derek was still in his wolf form but he was on the other side of the room not looking at either of them.

"Uh... a few towns over... Riverside canyon." Scott said as he slowly turned back to human.

Stiles felt sick still. He leaned against the couch and tried to look inconspicuous. His eyes were still flickering back and forth from golden flames to his soft brown. Something made him look up to see Derek staring at him from a few feet away.

The pull felt stronger. He clutched his stomach as he felt his core was being pulled taught like a rubber band.

"Stiles." Suddenly Derek was beside him and reaching out holding his shoulder and the back of his head gently. Stiles closed his eyes as he felt the soft scrape of his claws against the nape of his neck. "Are you okay?"

"It hurts..." He confessed as he clutched his stomach.

Suddenly Derek's hand was against the back of his neck and he felt that warm pulse go through him and yet the pain was still there. Derek growled lowly. "You're not hurt...I can't pull it..."

"You can't pull his pain because it's not in his body. Its in his spark." Deaton walked quietly through the door and looked over to Scott. "Hello Scott."

"Deaton?" Scott looked flabbergasted. "What are you doing here?"

Stiles felt sick and his eyes kept flickering back and forth between golden flames to soft honeyed brown. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"You created a connection with Scott. A Spark is not supposed to be Emissary to two packs. Only one." Deaton nodded between Derek and Scott.

"I what?" Stiles asked at the same times as Scott asked. "He what?"

"!ck