Magic and Mates [Sterek]

Chapter 6: Sounds like a plan

There was something up with Derek. Every night he would stalk around the Stiles's room, growling at the smallest noise and not shutting up until Stiles had closed and locked his room window (which he usually leaves unlocked) it was weird and so out of character that it worried Stiles, more so that Derek would make Stiles follow police cars whenever his dad would get an urgent call. Okay, so maybe Derek wasn't making Stiles do anything but he was still impatient until they arrived at the scene.

It's been a week since the first attempted murder and so far there were three more cases, one of them actually succeeding, and in all of the cases, Derek could smell the Alpha Pack. It doesn't take a genius to know that they had been doing this. Another thing that has been agitating Derek is that he could smell one of them in Stiles's school but wasn't allowed to smell them out since Stiles and Scott would always pull him away every darn time he would get closes, it seemed the Alpha that was attending school knew about Derek too, knew that his scent meant a new alpha wolf anyway, Derek was expecting to smell hostility when he realized the Alpha knew he was there but what he smelled was different, very different. Derek smelled Hope.

"Derek! Calm down!" Stiles groans as Derek growls at the door, hearing footsteps towards them, "It's just Scott, okay? Jeez you're like my father!"

Derek huffs at that and walks away from guarding the door and jumps on Stiles's bed, ignoring Stiles's squawk of annoyance.

Scott walks in and immediately eyes Derek before looking at Stiles, "What?" He asks curiously, eyes wide. "What was so important to get me to come here at eight in the morning....on a Saturday?"

Stiles ignores Scott's second question and starts rifling through papers, "Okay so I was doing some research-"

"Clearly" Scott interrupts.

Stiles narrows his eyes at him and continuous, "- and I found out that all the victims, yes, all. Have some...anger issues, and also, they didn't try to kill them immediately, in fact the first thing they tried to do was get their dog, er, wolf, to bite them. If there were two people in the house the dog would always go for the one that had anger issues, regardless of gender or age. However...the one they killed fought back maybe a little too hard and got killed.." Stiles looks up to look at Scott.

Scott stares at Stiles, confused but also interested, "Ohhhh" he says slowly, nodding.

"You don't get it do you?" Stiles asks with a sigh and Scott shakes his head. Derek rolls his eyes but keeps an ear out for what Stiles has to say.

"Scott, who do we know in school that has anger issues?" Stiles asks seriously, setting the papers down.

"Jackson and...Coach"

Stiles nods seriously and nods, "And who do we know that has a scary ass father with big anger issues?"

Scott pauses before taking a deep shaky breath, "Isaac" he whispers.

Stiles nods faster, "We need to keep an eye on Jackson, Coach and... well, Isaac's father. Which, I still have no idea how we're going to do that, but we will"

"Stiles, do you think that two teenagers can really do this? I have asthma! You have a wolf but I doubt that'll make a difference when we're faced with murderers that- may I remind you? Also have a wolf!"

Derek growls, taking offence in that, he was sure he could fight well, thank you very much.

"See? Derek agrees we should do that, and don't underestimate him Scott, we've seen him fight, remember?" Stiles grins, crossing his arms proudly.

"That...That was rabbits! He was fighting rabbits!" Scott whines, throwing his arms up.

"Hey, it was still fighting, alright? Just forget about the consequences for now and let's do it, okay?"

Scott groans and tosses his head back before turning back to Stiles, "Fine, how did I end up with a friend like you again?" he frowns.

"Hey," Stiles huffs, punching his friend's arm playfully, "Best friend, and well... I stole your wolf plush so you grabbed it back and started beating me with it, then you gave me a fox plush. Wow, who would have thought Scott Big-Hearted-Puppy-Eyed McCall would beat someone?" He shoots an amused smile at Scott and even Derek raises an eyebrow.

"Hey! It was my cream coloured one, he was my favorite" Scott whines defensively before both he and Stiles bursts into laughter.

"Whatever floats your boat Scotty, oh by the way, I dibs on watching Jackson" Stiles says as the laughter finally dies down.

"What? No! I don't want to have to watch Coach! I'm fine watching Isaac- I mean, Isaac's Dad- but not Coach!" Scott's face redden.

"Nope, I am not watching Coach" Stiles says.

Scott pauses before smirking, "Jackson lives right across from Isaac, remember? I can just watch both of them"

There was a long pause before... "DANGIT!" Stiles shouts, startling Derek slightly who gives an annoyed grumble, "I can't believe you thought of that! Since when was Scott McCall a step ahead of Stiles Stilinski?" Stiles grumbles and shoots the finger at a proud looking Scott.

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Derek never thought he'd say this but... he was glad that he was going to school, granted he wasn't actually doing any school work so he probably can't say anything but whatever.

He raises his nose and catches the scent, however, this time it mixed with anxiety and the scent of another Alpha. Derek huffs softly, now he has two scents to track, he doesn't know whether he should be happy or very frustrated.

He looks up to see Isaac walks through the entrance, tensing as he see's bruises and can smell blood, Isaac obviously hiding more wounds under his clothes.

Isaac doesn't even glance at him or Scott and Stiles, just walks past them with his head down, an empty look in his eyes. Scott and Stiles's eyes follow him, both their eyes wide.

"Is-" Scott begins to turn and walk after him but Stiles shakes his head, grabbing Scott's arm quickly.

"I don't think he wants to talk to anyone right now" Stiles whispers.

"What are you talking about? He's covered in bruises, Stiles, what makes you think he doesn't want anyone right now?" Scott asks, an angry, protective light in his eyes. Stiles saw that look everytime people would call him names or got to rough with Stiles during lacrosse practice.

Stiles sighs and opens his mouth to say something but Scott shakes his head, "A lot of people that are hurting always say that they don't want to talk to people but talking to people is what help. It will hurt to talk to them but once you let the burden off your shoulders and let people help you, it feels much better" Scott whispers.

Stiles widens his eyes in surprise before smirking and clapping Scott's shoulder, "Wow, when did Scotty boy grow up? It seemed like only yesterday when he was beating me with his wolf plu-"

"Oh whatever!" Scott whines, shoving Stiles playfully. Derek nudges Scott's leg and look at the direction Isaac went, he huffs and grumbles again.

"Derek is right, go get him loverboy" Stiles says, pushing Scott softly, giving him an approving nod before walking to his first class. Derek following behind him with a wagging tail (he will never admit it).

As they walk through the crowded hallway, Derek's fur brushes against Stiles more times than he'd like, it didn't help that he had rolled around Stiles's shirts and now Stiles smelled like Derek, not that Derek minded of course, it could just be....a little dangerous.

"Dude!" Stiles gasps as someone bumps his shoulder, causing his backpack to slide just enough for him to lose his balance, almost falling over.

The person who bumped into him quickly grabs him and steadies him, "I-I am so sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just- I was thinking about something and wasn't really paying a-a-atten...." The boy drifts off as he spots Derek, his eyes widen and he pales.

This was the boy. He was one of the Alphas.