DIVINE MOVE ϟ Stiles Mikaelson (BAMF/ TEENWOLF)

XXIX ϟ T H E D I V I N E M O V E

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C H A P T E R T W E N T Y N I N E : T H E  D I V I N E  M O V E

Derek checks his watch, eyes cast to the shadows from which he'd emerge. He knows he should move in, but he can't help but wonder why he's doing this. Stiles? Is he really a reason for Derek to possibly get killed, a reason for anyone to get killed.

Yes.

Of course, he was. Perhaps he'd lied to us, and perhaps he could've helped a whole lot more- but he did have his reasons. Sure, he could do a whole lot more than whack inhumanly large merged Alpha twins with a bat, he could've run circles around them. Could have ripped out their necks- with his teeth. God, he could've done so much more than break a bat over their heads.

Even with the Darach, he could have killed her with ease, but, he just stayed a- weak, pathetic human. To hide from something, Derek was sure. There had to be something else, something he was missing. Stiles Mikaelson- he sighs. He'd done his fair share of research on the ancient box of a computer that resided in his basement- finding well nothing really.

Klaus. Sure.

Rebekah. Yes.

Finn. While boring. Yes.

Kol. That was a little terrifying. But also yes.

Even their parents, even the kid, Henrik. But Stiles- absolutely nothing.

To be completely honest it infuriated Derek, confused him also. Stiles was a mystery and if anything was to come from the whole ordeal it was the loss of Derek's trust. His trust, that he'd laid bare for the supposed teenager, was no longer accessible for the 1000-year-old Vampire- "Derek?"

Derek's head snapped up, locking with the barren eyes of Ethan. "What?"

"It's eight, we need to start-" Derek only nodded- Stiles had saved him from the wolfsbane infused bullet, he was even prepared to go to the extreme lengths of cutting off Derek's arm, no matter how much of an aftereffect it'd have on the kid, of course now Derek knew that Stiles could have lost control and killed him, so the stakes were very high. Stiles had saved him from drowning, while paralysed in a pool of 6ft of water, even though Scott had been the one to pull them free if it hadn't been for Stiles perseverance I don't think I'd be alive.

No- I wouldn't be alive.

I inhale slowly, nodding in reassurance before stepping from the shadows to greet the Nogitsune. He sat smugly on the steps of the school, Oni either side of him- "Did you bring us a present?" he taunts, eyes staring at the wooden jar that'd capture him by the end of the night- he hoped.

Derek only smirks, "I brought two."

At this, Ethan and Aiden emerge from the shadows, claws released to the surface of the air, fangs nudging the edges of pink upturned lips. They snarl animistically, while Derek's neck cracks menacingly.

"I've heard of an Alpha pack, Derek." The Nogitsune's face stretches into a sinister smile that doesn't seem to fit on Stiles' face- "but not a pack of former Alphas," he chuckles darkly, "It's a little sad, isn't it?"

"I might not be an Alpha anymore," Derek's growls rumble deep in his chest, as his eyes begin to glow an electric blue, "but I can still fight like one."

Stiles hears a roar, his eyes watching the night sky warily, the signal as he'd instructed now sent shivers across his flesh. He felt almost drawn towards the declaration of war, that roar, ripped through his loins and he found himself moving. Pressing his palms firmly to the double doors of the school, he casted a reassuring nod over his shoulder towards Scott, Kira, Stefan, Lydia, and Bonnie.