Destined *Stiles Stilinski* Book 3

Me, you, us

"I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked." Stiles rants pacing the floors of Derek and I's loft as Peter and I watch from the couch.

"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over." Peter offers.

"For once I agree with you!" I groan throwing my head back.

"You think Erica's really dead?" Stiles ask ignoring our comments.

"You think I really care?" Peter snarls.

"She was a bit of a bitch." I shrug.

"I just... I don't understand the bank, though, okay? Wha... like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?" Stiles eyes light up.

"They're werewolves not super villains you idiot." I sass.

Stiles eyes grow wide. "Wait a sec. Wait a sec. Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens."

"Wolf dens?" Peter raises his eyebrow.

"Yeah, wolf dens. Where do you live?" Stiles ask excitedly staring at Peter.

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods." Peter remarks.

Stiles eyes lit up. "Woah really?"

Peter rolls his eyes. "No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown."

"Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank. And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" Stiles begins questioning things.

"Maybe they think it's poetic or some shit." I shrug.

Stiles continues pacing. "They've already had three full moons to be poetic."

"And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoying..." Peter stops short as realization crosses his face.

"No, go ahead, finish what you were saying. I'm an... I'm annoying. What were you gonna say there?" Stiles pushes.

"What are the walls made of?" Peter asks jumping up.

"What? Uh... I don't know, like, wood and brick or..." Stiles begins looking around.

"No, the vault, the vault, the walls, what are they made out of? Where would it say that?" Peter begins flipping through the blue prints. "Doesn't say anything. Where... where would it say the materials, the type of stone?"

Stiles and I rush over to the table and begin looking as well. "Oh.. Oh, hang on. Yeah, here, hang on. Here. It's gotta be in there." Stiles pulls out w different sheet.

"There, that's it." I point out where it says materials.

"Hecatolite." Peter reads and immodesty I get chills.

"Is that awful? That sounds awful." Stiles panics.

I nod my head while hitting Stiles shoulder. "Call them! Get them on the phone now."

"Okay, why?" Stiles ask dialing his number.

"'Cause Boyd and that girl aren't gonna kill each other. They're gonna kill Derek and Scott." Peter informs Stiles.

Stiles puts the phone speaker and places it on the table. "Stiles, now is not the best time." Scott pants.

"Scott! Scott! No, listen to me, okay? Look, you gotta get outta there. Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight." Stiles yells into the phone.

"What does that mean?" Scott frantically ask as we hear shuffling on the line.

"Look, it keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon in months." Stiles rushed.

"Okay, think of it like the gladiators in the Roman colosseum. They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it." Peter says taking over.

"Scott, they're gonna be stronger, more savage, more bloodthirsty. Scott, they're the lions. They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the freaking colosseum!" I says quickly.

"Derek, we got a problem, a really big problem." We here Scott yell before commotion on the other line breaks out.

"Scott? Hey, Scott! Scott!" Stiles yells.

"Scott? Scott, are you hearing this? Scott!" I call out after him but nothing just static. Of course before the line went dead I thought I heard a faint "Cora".

"Great just fucking great!" I huff running a hand through my hair. "I swear if those two get themselves killed I'm going to bring them back from the dead and murder them all over again." I threaten.

"Dev calm down." Stiles says taking steps towards me. He reaches out to wrap me up but stops once he notices my uneasiness.

The room fell silent and the awkwardness set in between us. From the other side of the room Peter lets out a cough. "I'm going to go find something to er eat." He says heading to the kitchen.

"Dev can we talk... Please." Stiles beg, his big brown eyes staring at me.

"Stiles what's there to talk about?" I ask, my voice softer and less harsh now that know one is around.

"Me, you, us." He pleads reaching out, when he touches my arm I flinch back a bit.

"There isn't an us anymore. You cheated remember." I whisper, tears forming in my eyes. "It might not have been sex Stiles but you were making out with her."

"I know and I'm sorry. Devin you don't know how much it crushes me to see you like this. You aren't weak, you're the strongest person I know. But because of me you are growing weak and it kills me to see you like this." He whispers placing a hand on my cheek. "Please let me fix what I broke." He begs, tears actually in his eyes.

"You can't fix a broken heart Stiles." I say removing his hand from my cheek and a tear hits it.

"Devin please, I love you." He says trying to pull me back to him.

"I love you too, but it hurts to much. Every time I look at you I just want to run up and kiss you but I can't, I can't because every time I see your lips I think of her." I cry

"Please Devin I need you." Stiles shudders.

"Stiles stop I can't do this right now." I sniff before taking off up the stairs of the loft to my room.

Reaching my door I fling it open and throw myself onto the bed in a heap of tears. I must have been up here for 10-15 minutes before there's a knock on the door.

"Devin." Stiles voice rang.

"Go away!" I cry.

"No Devin it's Lydia, she just called."