The Bravest of the Pack (Sterek)

Part eight

Scott and Derek stood back to back, prepared to fight. The creature started to circle the clearing both werewolves were in. It stayed in the shadows, its golden eyes gleaming as it padded its way across the ground.

"What's it doing?" Scott whispered, his voice tremored as he spoke. He couldn't see a way out of this situation. But he couldn't help finding himself captivated by the shimmering gold within the monster's eyes. They burned brighter than any werewolf's ever could, lighting up the trees and open space around it.

"I don't know" Derek answered honestly. He couldn't make out the reasoning behind the beast's behaviour.

The beast stopped, blinked once at them and then was gone. Leaving both Scott and Derek in stunned silence.

"We should leave. I have a feeling we won't be let off so easily if we run into it again" Scott said after a few long seconds had past. Derek agreed, finally a smart idea had come from Scott's mouth.

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Scott had left soon after that, prompting Derek to try to get some well needed rest. Running around in the woods at a ridiculous time in the morning can really take it out of you. 

He lay still, but his mind just wouldn't slow down. For the first time in years he felt helpless. Unable to do anything to help and protect the people around him. The same feeling which had drowned him the day his whole family died. He felt he had finally gained back everything he had lost. He had a pack, he even had friends and most importantly, he had a family. But that dream was being ripped away and the soft protective rug was being swept from underneath his feet. His whole world was crashing down around him.

Needless to say, Derek did not sleep well that night.