The True Alpha (Teen wolf / Twilight cross over)

Chapter 22- Alive

(Derek's Pov)

What is this feeling. Everything is so blurry. I was lying here in the middle of the field in Stiles head for a few hours now, maybe even days. My body was still a little banged up from my fight with Peter earlier. On the side of my right rib, there was a huge gash and blood was streaming down from it causeing my shirt to feel all wetty. On my back, there were a few claw marks. Some of the claws marks were shaped like an "X". One of those "X" shaped claw marks was cut exactly on top of my triskule shaped tattoo. It was all taking a lot longer to heal than normally because my wounds this time are from an alpha.

I wonder how my pack is doing outside. They must be halfway around the world trying to figure out how to get me out of Stiles head. I wondered how Stiles is feeling about me inside of his head. I would be panicking right now if i were him. I wouldn't want someone else lingering around in my head and see stuff they shouldn't see, especially about his mum.

The wind around me started to change and twirl here and there while creating some high pitched whistling sounds. It was getting colder and I soon realized that lying here on the field in Stiles head isn't going to do much fun, So I decided to get up and walk around until someone outside finds a way to bring me out of here.

I started walking towards the entrance of the school locker room. I realized how much pain I was in once I started walking. My sides started to feel like it was on fire from moving too much. It'll probably take a little longer for those wounds to heal. I reached the entrance and pushed the door opened. I walked in and I suddenly found myself in a dark room full of people. I looked around and saw all sorts of equipments or weapons on the side of the wall. There were atleast about fifteen to twenty people standing in the room. There was only one source of light and it was right in the center of the room. Below it, there was a rectangular shaped table with some papers on it. All of them started to gather around the table.

There was a door right behind me and that was the only exit from this room. Suddenly, a woman took a step to the center of the room where the table was and so did another guy. They  both looked like they were around their forties. The guy wore a black leather jacket together with a black shirt and a pair of black jeans. I walked a little closer but not too close but stopped dead when I realized who that man was. That was Chris Argent the hunter. 

Across from him on the other side of the table, was an elderly woman who I instantly recognised. She had a long black hair that went just below her shoulders. She wore a brown button down long sleeve shirt together with a pair of blue jeans and combat boots. She also had dark green eyes just like mine. 

"Mum?" I thought as my head started to feel a little dizzy while trying to figure out what was going on. Its been almost fifteen years since I last saw her. All the memories i had with her immdiately started flowing through my head as I felt tears starting to form in my eyes.

"What in the world is my mum doing in a room with a hunter, a very dangerous hunter?"  I thought

"Mum?" I found myself calling softly to her before I could shut my mouth but none of them happened to hear me.  I walked past the hunters to get to the center where Chris and my mum was standing. Once I reached the table, my chest started feeling heavy and more tears began to fall out. I couldn't help but to touch her face just to see if this was real or not but my hand went right through her. I was a little dissapointed once i realized that this was all just a memory of Stiles.

Just then, another question had appeared in my mind. If this was a memory of Stiles, then where is he?. I started looking around the room for any sign of Stiles but I couldn't see him anywhere.

"So why have you called us here Thalia?" Chris asked my mum

"Well, as we all know. we have some uninvited guests in town" Mum said as Chris immediately glanced at the table.