Because I'm human

I confess and I bleed but I still love thee (Part 2)

"Enough with this dribble." Derek growled. He lowered Isaac down until he was sitting on an exposed root from a nearby oak tree. Stiles wanted to run over and make sure that he was ok, check over his wounds to make sure that they were healing properly but he didn't particularly want to get closer to Derek who is still very much naked and besides, the Alpha was already doing a good job of checking Isaac's wounds. The claws marks through his stomach and chest were nearly healed already but he still looked pale and sickly.

Derek's hand came up and cuffed Isaac in the back of the head. It didn't seem to cause the werewolf any pain but Stiles still cringed when Isaac's head jolted forward. "What the hell was you thinking, you may be a werewolf but you're not invincible Isaac. You could have gotten yourself killed." Isaac whined like a wounded animal (pun defiantly intended.) He ducked his head and hunched his shoulders like he was trying to appear smaller. "He had already picked up our scents," he mumbled, "It was only a matter of time before he found out where we were hiding, so I figured that I'd get the drop on him first. How did you know where we were anyway?" Stiles felt very uncomfortable watching the exchange between Alpha and Beta; it felt more like watching a father scowled his son then the dynamics of a wolf pack. "Boyd," Derek answered, "He called me as soon as you two idiots left school. I followed you here, good thing I did otherwise you'd both be dead." Derek glared at both teens, his eyes flashing crimson red. "What did you two think would happen, that you'd just stumble upon the omegas and somehow kill them by yourselves?" Isaac opened his mouth, no doubt to give a sheepish response but Stiles was quicker to the punch.
"What do you mean omegas, as in plural, more than one. How many omegas are out here exactly!" Stiles' eyes trailed over the surrounding trees. He couldn't help but wonder if they were being watched right now.

Derek growled, the sound shook through Stiles, but after being attacked by an omega he is a little too hyped up on adrenaline to properly register the look of murderous intent of Derek's face. "That's none of your business, I'm handling it-"

"It is my business. I might not be part of your pack but my dad is the one out here risking his fragile human body trying to track down pieces of dismembered bodies that he thinks were put here by a serial killer. I have a right to know what the hell is going on in this town. How else am I supposed to protect my dad when you won't tell me when something new goes bump in the night!" Stiles sighed, "He's all I have left Derek and I refuse to lose him just because you and your mismatched band of assholes refuse to text me and give me a heads up when something like this happens."

It was a low blow using his dad like that but Derek knows what it's like to lose the people he cares about and if using that to Stiles advantage will get him a simple text message that says to watch out for the new big bad then so be it. Stiles already worries about his dad, his job puts him in danger every time he leaves the house and now with the supernatural, the risk of his dad getting hurt has gone up exponentially.

A full belly laugh made the tiny hairs on the back of Stiles neck rise. His head wiped around so fast that it sent a spike of pain up his pale neck. Behind him, huddled together like a bad version of Greece was Scott, Jackson and Erica and Boyd, let's not forget the tag along girlfriends either. "God Stilinski," Jackson said, "we could hear your whiny voice all the way from the high way." Stiles turned back towards Derek and Isaac with a glare that could rival even that of Mr. Sourwoulf himself.
"Who invited Jackass and his hair crew?" He directed the question towards the Alpha but he didn't even seem to acknowledge the fact that Stiles had spoken, instead picking out a stray leaf from his hair. "It's not my fault you always mess everything up Stilinski." Jackson sneered. No one seemed concerned by Whittmore's comment, nor did they seem ready to defend him. It's not like Stiles has feelings or anything and it's not like he lays awake at night contemplating his worth. "That's rich coming from you lizard boy."
Jackson pushed himself away from the tree he was leaning against and growled, eyes flashing beta blue. "Why don't you come over here and say that to my face." Stiles took a step towards the wolf and sneered, "Lizard boy." Stiles didn't see Jackson lunge for him. It all happened in the blink of an eye. One second they were standing across from one another and then the next thing Stiles knows Isaac is between him and the angry beta, his claws digging into Jackson's shoulders as he struggled to hold him back, still too weak from healing himself.