Bloodlines

Part 9

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All my friends are heathens. Take it slow

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"What the hell is happening?" Instead of an answer to your question, your father fired one right back at you, eyeing the pack members around his yard who now stood up, backs straight in recognition of his rank, but still surrounding you in a sort of semicircle.

Stiles stayed on the ground with you, never letting go of your hand, never stopping the soothing movements of his thumb against your knuckles, but his back straightened along with the rest of them, head raised to look at your father somewhat defiantly.

You didn't bother to move, even though your skin felt like it was crawling on itself. Instead you turned your face away from your father and to Stiles' thumb as it continued to trace absent lines on the back of your hand, calming the skin he came in contact with, making each swipe feel like a grounding wire to the chaos that was your mind.

It wasn't a forced action, in fact, you didn't even think he knew he was doing it, and for anyone not in a pack mentality, it would appear somewhat intimate, a thing only shared between a couple. But for everyone present, they knew what it was.

Wolves can take pain, but so can humans. You glanced up to Stiles' face, his brows knit, his mouth in a straight line as he stared at your father, and you couldn't help the small smile you felt turn up your face. You'd have to tell him later, after all, every hero should know their superpower, right?

"She's shifting." Derek's voice was dry, void of emotion, but the anger and confusion coming off of him in waves proved he was wrestling very hard to keep the calm facade. "This is her second full moon, so she hasn't quite figured it out yet."

"And even at that, her first moon, she didn't fully shift, either." Peter placed a hand on Derek's shoulder, allowing his nephew to step away from the conversation should he need to. "Mainly just the eyes, senses, and speed. She's a natural, though, gotta give her that," he chuckled. "Took us all a while to track her down in the woods. She's got a knack for it."

"Which one of you bit her?!" Your father roared, eyes blazing as he took a step forward, stopping at the immediate return of glowing eyes of all different shades and growls of varying ferocity being sent his way from your pack, including yourself, which made him look down to you, his mouth snapping shut.

Looking up he studied the various eyes until he reached Scott's, glowing red just like his, making him square up his shoulders in your friend's direction, only earning him a warning growl, almost taunting from Scott.

You rolled your eyes.

Alphas.

Chris stepped between them and your father, your mother now beside him as well, nodding to Chris from his other side. Placing a hand gently on the front of your father's shoulder, Chris held up his other hand to show he had no weapon, nor was he reaching for one. "Hey, now, let's all take a moment and talk this out. No one bit your daughter." Chris didn't even flinch when your father's red eyes snapped up to meet his, a low growl on his lips. "No one bit your daughter," he repeated in a lower voice, pushing slightly to make your father take a step back, your mother snaking her hand into his, making the red in his eyes die with a flicker.

Realization dawned on his features, and quickly he was looking back down at you, and despite the want to melt into the grass you still laid in, you held a stony face, not giving away a single thing.

Derek had moved closer to you, standing near your head. You knew the only thing keeping him from sitting was the slight possibility of needing to defend you. Reaching your free hand out you gently wrapped it around his ankle, giving his pant leg a gentle tug, making him look down at you, the blue in his eyes fading with a blink. "Calm down," you whispered, gripping his ankle again.