Destined *Stiles Stilinski* Book 3

Light 'Em Up

"Yeah, I see it.  Two bands, right?" Derek ask looking at Scott's arm with his alpha eyes.

"Yea." Scott smiles.

"What about you?" Derek ask turning to me. I smile and turn for him see. "You got moms." He he's softly.

"What's a Hale woman without the tat to prove it?" I smile turning around.

Derek shakes his head at me with a soft smile. "What does it mean?" He ask turning to Scott.

Scott shrugs, "I dunno. It's just something I traced with my fingers." He begins tracing it in the dust on the table.

"Why is it so important to you?" Derek questions again.

"Do you know what the word tattoo means?" Scott ask.

"To mark something!" I pipe in from my spot beside Stiles.

"That's in Tahitian.  In Samoan it means Open Wound. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned eighteen. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now to make it kind of a reward." Scott smiles slightly.

Derek raises his eye brow. "For what?"

Scott's face softens. "For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to. Even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants. Now I'm four months later, it still hurts. Still feels like a, uh..."

"An open wound." Stiles finishes for his best friend.

"Yea." Scott nods.

"Pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt." Derek warns.

"Oh that's great." Stiles scoffs.

Scott and I glance between each other and nod. "Do it."

Derek nods and holds up the flame torch. "Oh. Wow. That's- that's a lot for me. So. I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'll - I'm actually gonna wait outside." Stiles turns to leave but I grab his arm quickly.

"Nope. I'm going to need to people to hold them down." Derek says.

"Oh my god." Stiles whimpers as we hold Scott. Derek brings the torch to Scott are and he lets out a yell and beings fighting us.

"Hold him!" Derek booms. The screaming continues as Scott's eyes flash yellow and his teeth grow.

"Alright! Alright! I'm done!" Derek yells pulling the torch away.

"That. Was. Ow." Scott breaths.

"My turn!" I chirp pulling Scott out of the chair and sitting down.

"Babe are you sure you wanna do this?" Stiles questions worried.

"Yes. Now light 'em up!" The smile on my face quickly faded as Derek brought the fire to my shoulder. "Holy shit!" I scream out.

After a long five minutes of me screaming and trying to claw at Scott Derek was done. "It works." Scott smiles.

"Well. Looks pretty damn permanent now." Stiles says.

"Yeah.  Kinda need something permanent. Everything that's happened to us. Everything just changes so fast. Everything's so, uh... ephemeral." Scott says looking at the tattoo.

"Studying for the PSATs?" Stiles laughs.

"Yep." Scott nods happily.

"Aw good maybe you'll be smart like us this year." I grin hugging on Stiles arm.

Scott's attention turns away from my joke to the door. "You painted the door. Why'd you paint the door?" He ask Derek.

"Go home, Scott." Derek dodges the question.

I look closer at the door and realize something. "Why only one side?" I question.

Scott glares at Derek before flashing out his claws and scratches way at the paint.

"Scott!" Derek yells.

Scott's eyes go wide but not for the same reason as mine. "The birds at school. The deer last night. Just like the deer when I got bit by the alpha.  How many are there?" Scott ask.

"A pack." Derek says.

"A fucking Alpha pack." I grumble staring at symbol.

"All of them? How does that even work?" Stiles ask all confused.

"I hear there's some kind of a leader.  He's called Deucalion. " Derek starts. "We know they have Boyd and Erica.  Peter, Isaac and I have been looking for them for the last four months." He continues.

"What why the hell wasn't I told about this!" I ask slightly offended.

Of course I was ignored though, "So you find them.  How do you deal with an alpha pack?" Scott ask.

Derek looks between us. "With all the help I can get."

Isaac the stumbled up breathless to us. "Where is she? Where's the girl?"

"What girl?" Derek and I question.