My Anchor, My Life

Chapter 2

Scott raised his eyebrows as he stepped into what was once the living room of the old Hale house. Isaac was seated on one of the only two wooden chairs they were able to salvage from the wreckage. He had Scott's phone held tightly in his hands, his knuckles were white under the pressure of his grip. "What's wrong?" he asked. He had overheard Isaac on the phone while he was outside with Derek but he had figured it was nothing,

"That was Stiles on the phone," his ears perked up at the mention of his best friend, "he said to tell you...to go fuck yourself,"
"What?" Scott asked in disbelief. That didn't sound like something Stiles would say, well maybe to Jackson or Mr Harris but not to him, they're friends, brothers. Scott doesn't understand why suddenly Stiles is being so aggressive towards him. "Why would he say that?"
"I don't know but he seemed pissed when he found out his number wasn't in your phone anymore,"
Scott couldn't believe it, Stiles was mad over something so stupid and simple like his phone number. It didn't sound like the guy he grew up with. "I had to get a new phone after Peter trampled over it,"
"Yea, but he doesn't know that," Isaac mumbled, "If you just tell him what's going on I'm sure he'd understand and he wouldn't be so pissed all the time,"
"No! I've already told you. Stiles can't know about any of this, it would only put him in danger," He wanted to keep Stiles safe from all of this. If he knew what they were Scott wouldn't be able to protect him from people like Peter and that's what scared him the most. He didn't want to be powerless to protect his friend. Scott already failed to protect Isaac from Peter but he wasn't going to make the same mistake with Stiles. "He's already in danger!" Isaac screamed, throwing his arms up in frustration, "just knowing us puts him in danger. You can't have it both ways, Scott, you have to either cut yourself out of his life completely or you tell him the truth."

Scott opened his mouth to yell back at Isaac, he wasn't in the mood to have this conversation again, but before he could utter a sound the front door slammed shut and Derek sauntered in. He was wearing a pair of ripped up navy blue jeans and a pair of combat boots. His chest was still bare from their sparing session that Derek insisted they have. He wiped a dirty rag over his sweaty forehead and sighed. "I'll never say it again but Isaac's right. You either stay in your little friend's life or you leave for good. You don't get it both ways." Scott rolled his eyes at Isaac's triumphant smirk, "If someone wants to get to you they will go through your friends and family to do so, so if you want to keep him safe cut him off." He watched as Derek stalked off further into the house. He couldn't believe that he was being told off by the kid who nearly killed his dad and the guy who's in an intimate relationship with his anger. "Don't start," Scott sighed. He gritted his teeth, trying to reign in his anger. He could feel his wolf clawing just below the surface, trying to break through. Over the last few months Scott has learnt to control his anger but sometimes it was hard and his wolf didn't always want to listen. But tonight, was the full moon which only gave his wolf more strength to fight back with. Scott could feel his fangs break through his gums and pierce his bottom lip. Isaac jumped to his feet, growling. His own fangs had sprouted from his gums and his eyes glowed a bright yellow.

They advanced on one another, growling from deep within their throats. Scott unleashed his claws. He curled his fingers, getting ready to strike the younger wolf when suddenly Derek was ploughing into his side, knocking him back against the wall. His head smack against the fraying wood with such force that his vision went black. When the light flooded back into his vision he was lying on the floor with Derek and Isaac towering over him. Scott could feel anger well up inside of him once again. He tried to push it down but his wolf was having none of it. "What were you saying about having control?" Derek growled. His eyes flashed a crimson red. "I let you out because you assured me you had control over your wolf. Is this what you call control Scott?" Scott said nothing. He sat there, glaring up at the newly appointed Alpha. He may be an Alpha now but he would never be Scott's Alpha. Derek growled when he received no response. He could feel his wolf cower inside but Scott was determined not to let his inner fear show. "Both of you in the basement now. You're staying here for the full moon,"
"but it's Christmas eve,"
"but I didn't do anything," they both protested. Derek growled again. The sound rumbled within his throat, it seemed to echo off what remained of the walls and slammed back towards Scott. The sound reminded him of heavy wind thumbing against a tin roof. "I don't care. Basement. Now. Or would you rather murder your friends and family?" Scott begrudgingly got to his feet. He placed his hand against the wall to try and steady his shaking limbs. He could feel Isaac's eyes bore into the back of his skull. "This is all your fault," the younger teen hissed.

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Scott woke up sometime later on the floor of Derek's basement with his face pressed against the cold cement. He could feel something wet trickling down his back but his mind was too foggy and disorientated to make sense of anything around him. He slowly peeled open his eyes but quickly regretted it as a blinding light shone directly into his eyes. Scott groaned softly. He rolled his head to the side to try and escape the light only for his skin to squish against a puddle of something warm and sticky. His eyes widened at the sudden and unexpected feeling. Scott jumped back but the heavy chains around his wrists and ankles protested his sudden movement. He was only able to lift his shoulders an inch off the cement before his restraints tugged painfully at his limbs. A gasp escaped his lips as he gazed down at a large puddle of crimson blood. "Derek!" Scott screamed. Even to his own ears he sounded hysterical.

The last thing Scott remembered was listening to Isaac mutter insults as they were being chained to the wall and then everything went fuzzy. God, what has he done? "Derek!" he tried again. There was a blurry of heavy footsteps this time as someone came racing down the stairs. Somewhere behind him the door burst open, slamming against the cement walls with a loud bang. He was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and hoisted up. Scott groaned as the restraints dug into his flesh painfully but he would rather be in pain then lying on the floor. He could feel his Alpha's-Derek's presence behind him. His hand on the back of Scott's neck was comforting but he would not admit that out loud. "Seriously," Derek grumbled, "you're crying over a little blood?"
"A little!" Scott screeched. He tried to look over his shoulder at the looming figure behind him but pain radiated up in his neck in protest, "Are you kidding me? Whose blood is it anyway?"
"mine, you idiot. Who else do you think was holding you down?" Derek tsked
"What about Isaac?"
"well, unlike you Isaac found his anchor, there was no need to keep him chained up." What? Scott had expected that it would take Isaac at least a few more months to find his anchor. He's been a werewolf a while longer than Isaac, and he himself has yet to find one, nor even Allison proved to be the one. "What? Who's his anchor?" Derek just chuckled. He broke off Scott's restraints and pulled him up onto his feet. Scott stumbled, his legs felt like jelly under him. He placed his hand against the wall beside him, to try and steady himself. When he was able to stand by himself without falling on his face he glanced over at Derek but the older man was already halfway back up the stair. "Wait!" Scott called, "you didn't answer my question." Derek's laughter was the only response he was given.