The Dark Fox And The Dark Wolf

It's About Scott

The quiet silence usually going on outside Deatons vets was replaced by noise and police sirens. Police cars outside with serious looking cops wandering around and scratching their heads.

Little was known about the vet and know one seemed to know why someone would want him killed, who'd want to kill a vet?

Only the pack had some idea though still little to go on. The supernatural.

The Sheriff was able to ask all of the cops to leave the area so he could do some looking around by himself, while sneaking the pack and Derek into the crime area to have a look.

Deatons body had yet to be removed. He was just lying on the ground, head twisted the wrong way.

However despite the body in the room there was something strange about the crime scene.

After a couple minutes of looking Stiles realised what that was...

"Nothing's out of place" He said, confused.

Lydia nodded.

Liam asked "What do you mean?"

"My dad said that the cops hadn't moved anything yet. You'd think there would have been sighs of a struggle, like objects knocked over or mountain ash around the area" Stiles said, confused.

Lydia said grimly "Whoever killed him must have been really tricky to get the jump on Deaton"

A thought slid into Stiles head but he wasn't sure how it got there.

Or someone he would have trusted.

Stiles shook that thought away, he didn't want to think along those lines, not yet.

"If nothing been moved then there's no point in us being here. There aren't any clues on his body either?" Lydia wondered.

Liam gave her a amused look.

She let out a sigh "Apart from the really obvious one?"

Stiles shook his head, glancing down at Deaton "We aren't aloud to touch him and I can't see anything out of the ordinary on here"

Derek stayed quiet throughout the exchange, noticeably Scott was quiet as well, though everybody else just assumed it was from shock, the fact he didn't want to say anything was understandable.

Derek finally spoke up "Shall we move then?"

He had kept on glancing at Scott and Stiles throughout the conversation.

Just as they started to walk back Derek pulled Stiles aside roughly.

"I need to talk to you alone" He said coldly, giving a nod for everyone to leave them.

The pack left without them.

"What the hell?" Stiles hissed, he wasn't sure what Derek was playing at.

"Kira told me what happened to you when we were caught by the god hunters" He said warily.

Stiles eyes widened slightly and he stiffened.

He didn't say anything for a while then finally said through gritted teeth "I don't know what's happening okay? It just... happens sometimes!"

"The Nogitsune-"

"Doesn't exist! We stopped it" Stiles snapped.

"Are you sure?" Derek demanded.

Stiles squirmed under his gaze but his voice was like steel "I think I'd know if it was still alive"

The tone of Stiles voice took Derek of guard however he relaxed slightly, letting Stiles go and taking a different softer approach...

"What if it's dead but some of its... essence could still be inside you? Could that be possible?"

"I don't know, maybe. I'm just confused as you are. Maybe it's just some darkness left in side of me" Stiles muttered, his voice turning bitter.

Darkness...

Deatons voice echoed inside Derek's head before he'd been killed. Maybe...

What if they were to late?

"Stiles, can you promise me, you won't share this with anyone else? "

Stiles frowned confused "I-"

"Promise me!"

Stiles crossed his arms as he said firmly "What's this about?"

Derek hesitated but despite what Deaton had said about Stiles, he was who Derek trusted the most out of the pack.

"It's about Scott..."