The Dark Fox And The Dark Wolf

Unlucky

Derek was having a lovely time walking within the woods. It had just started to get dark, making the wolf inside him shiver with excitement, things were always better in the dark.

All his problems became much dimmer in his mind when he let the wolf have control.

What was going on with Scott.

He'd even noticed a strange scent coming from Stiles now and again.

The god hunters.

And of course that probably meant there was a Pagen god wondering about in Beacon Hills.

Why was it always them that attracted the most terrifying supernaturals? Why couldn't it be some other town?

It was just unfair by this point.

He just wished for a year where he hadn't come close to death, was that to much to ask for? Seriously?

Fate it seemed loved to screw with him. He let out a breath of fresh air, away from the town it was so much fresher, not polluted with all the crap humans stuffed into their air.

He had honestly no idea how the humans could live in a world like that.

But then as his thoughts strained he suddenly caught a whiff of something horrifyingly familiar.

He barely had time to think...

Oh shit!

Before he was over come. He felt a sharp pain from behind, crunching harshly against his head.

What is this?

Then all he knew was darkness.

Derek woke up slowly and groggily, like he'd been in a deep sleep before.

He choked slightly as he breathed in wolvesbane, stinging against him. Holding him still and far to close for comfort.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he tensed in shock at what he saw.

What the hell was the pack doing here? Why was he with them? What had they done to anger the god hunters?

Derek let out a sigh, these kids seriously couldn't stay out of trouble for one week could they?

Now he was being dragged into their mess.

Scott slowly awoke, he was closest to Derek, groaning slightly as he did so.

He glanced around, realisation appearing across his face.

"What have you done now Scott?" Derek growled, glaring at the Alpha.

"I warned you-"

"I didn't do anything! I didn't lose control, I swear!" Scott yelped, trying to hold up his hands in surrender then realising he couldn't because of the chains covered in wolvesbane.

"No but you will" The voice giggled.

Derek and Scott both turned to face two teenagers, who stood near the cell doors, watching them.

The girl who had spoken stepped forward. Her eyes fluttered evilly.

"Well" She said "Lets get down to business, who wants to be tortured first?"

She laughed "Now, now, don't all raise your hands up at once"

The boy chuckled at her antics.

"Bastard"

Scott felt himself relax slightly as he realised his beta, Liam had just woken up, glaring at the boy.

"Oh, so you do remember me, I'm glad I made such an impression on you" Finn said, smirking.

"You're a god hunter right?" Scott said, trying to talk reason, ignoring his wolf instincts that had started to come to surface.

They had attacked his pack!

"You only hunt things that have lost control. We-"

"Don't lie, we know for a fact at least three of you are a danger to humans, there was one more but his safely tucked in Eichion House, so he won't be a problem" Finn said coldly.

The girl added with a sharp grin, slowly taking out a cross bow that stank of wolvesbane "Though it seems you all aren't so lucky"