Stiles' Eyes | Sterek

Why?

My grandad ordered me the maze runner books I can't wait oml. Also, I'd like to apologise in advance for any crappy description skills :| +Love me, this update is a lot earlier than usual :)
Enjoy ~ FRT

[Derek]
"What do you mean they're coming?" I asked, "who's coming?" I added,

"It doesn't matter, they're almost here," Maddison said,

"You're being awfully cryptic for a girl that's tied up and surrounded by 4 werewolves," Stiles said,

"Prepare," she whispered, "I know you dislike me right now but I can ask a favour of you?" she asked, her tone extremely desperate,

"What is it?" Scott asked,

"Kill me. Please. Rip my throat out, you'd be doing me a favour by saving me from them," she begged,

"Who's them?" I demanded,

"My pack," she said, "they sent me here to spy on the True Born. Told me to kill once I'm ready for them to come back. They're going to kill me because I joined your pack, I wasn't meant to do that," she explained,

"Who's in your pack?" Scott asked, "we can help you," he added,

"You can't. You can't, they'll kill your whole pack. Leave my body for them to find, half of them will leave with it so you have a better chance," she told us, "I'm trying to help you," she insisted, "kill me," she whispered. Scott was about to protest when Stiles stepped forward. He extended his claws and moved behind Maddison, placing his claws on her neck.

"Are you sure?" he asked, she moved forward so Stiles' claws entered her neck,

"Yes," she whispered. Stiles ripped out her throat and blood covered him.

"Why did you do that?" Scott asked, shocked at Stiles' actions,

"She asked us to do it. She wasn't lying when she said it will help us, I was listening to her heart. It was steady every time she spoke," he explained,

"We don't kill," he said,

"You didn't seem to mind when I killed the hunter," Stiles said, his tone harsh.

"It was for your safety," he explained,

"This was for the pack's safety!" Stiles shouted, "when you're a creature born to kill, you can't keep your hands clean," he added before walking out.

"Stiles is right, Scott," I told the sulking alpha, "whenever he kills it's always for someone's safety. He killed Donovan for his and the Sheriff's safety, the hunter for both his and mine and Maddison for the pack's," I added,

"I know you're right," Scott said, "but I don't want to accept you're right," he added,

"Sometimes you've got to accept things, even if you don't want to," I said before walking out, following Stiles' scent. Stiles was sat on the roof with his head in his hands.

"Does Scott hate me again? Like when I killed Donovan?" he asked,

"No. He just doesn't want to accept that sometimes you've got to kill for your safety," I told him, sitting down beside him and wrapping my arm around his shoulders.

"Do you smell that?" he asked, I smelt the air. Werewolves. Multiple werewolves.

"Maddison's pack's here," I stated. Stiles nodded. "I'll call the pack," I said, getting out my phone.

"No, I got it," he said before howling.

"That works too," I said, laughing. Maddison's pack came into view at the same time as our pack. Stiles and I rushed down to inform Scott and Isaac before joining our pack outside. Isaac brought Maddison's body out to give to the pack. There was a familiar scent within her pack. I studied the group, mainly men but there were some females in the pack. One person in particular caught my eye.

"Derek," he said, I growled at him, "behave yourself Derek, you have guests," he instructed,

"Why?" I asked,

"What do you mean, why?" He asked,

"Why'd you do it?" I asked,

"Why'd I do what?" he asked,

"You know what I mean," I said,

"For power, how'd you know anyway, you were on your deathbed outside," he said,

"That's the thing Peter, I wasn't on my deathbed," I stated.

"Ever heard of evolution?" Stiles asked, stepping forward.

"Oh hello Stiles, I heard you're a True Born Alpha now," Peter greets, changing the subject, "who's your mate?" he questions. Stiles pointed to me.

"Your nephew here has claimed that role," he said cockily,

"Pity," he said, "now where's Maddison?" he asked,

"Isaac," Scott said, "you got her?" he asked. Isaac came forward holding Maddison's dead body in his arms.

"Such a shame," Peter sighed, "she had potential," he added, taking Maddison from Isaac and handing her to another pack member. "Take her home," he instructed. 10 members of his pack left.

"Are we done here?" I asked,

"Not at all," Peter said, "I want to test Stiles' strength, it's the least you could let me do since you killed Maddison," he added. I was about to protest before Stiles spoke.

"Okay but Derek stays close by," he said. Peter nodded,

"Fine, shall we go inside?" he asked, not bothering for an answer as he headed inside the building. His pack walked away, along with ours but Scott and Isaac stayed. We all went inside and Peter stood in the middle of the room with his claws extended, "ready to dance, Stiles?" he asked,

"Of course," Stiles said before pouncing at Peter. Peter narrowly dodged his claws, but Stiles bit him in the process. I watched Peter's eyes flash an alpha red, he must've killed the alpha of his pack. He tried to slash Stiles' chest but was pushed down. Stiles managed to dig his claws into Peter's chest who now had blood rushing out of his mouth. "Oh, that must hurt," he said sarcastically before removing his claws.

"You got lucky," Peter said,

"A wolf of your age should know that wasn't luck, that was strength," Stiles said, wiping his hand on his shirt. He held his hand out to help Peter up but being the stubborn man he is, Peter ignored his hand.

"Until next time, Stiles,"