Magic and Mates

Learning

Scott snarls and Stiles tilts his head, giving a small smirk, "I'd like to see you try, Pup"

Titus snarls and lets out a loud roar, two more roars come from the distance, the other two alphas no doubt. "You're really going to regret that, Wildfire" Titus grins, flashing his fangs and red eyes.

"Am I?" Stiles huffs, his heartbeat wild; no doubt the werewolves can hear it, he spreads his arms as if to taunt them, "Come at me bro"

Titus roars and out from the shadows, Blaine jumps out towards Stiles, this was enough to startle even Scott.

"Fu-" Stiles yelps as he falls to the ground, letting out a pained yell as Blaine's claws dig into his arm. Scott quickly pulls Blaine away roughly and the two start rolling on the ground, fur, claws, fangs and all that.

"Ow, son of a-" Stiles whines, hissing from his wound. He glares up at a smirking Tobias; the alpha's eyes gleaming maliciously.

"Give up?" Titus cooes, "Ever since I got rid of the person who can actually cause damage... everything has gone smoothly"

"Tsk," Stiles spits, "Derek is still alive, thank you"

"Oh? I'm not talking about your mate Wildfire," Titus grins, his fangs causing Stiles to tense up, "I'm talking about a certain...puppy, if you may"

"Tobias?" Stiles frowns before slowly nodding, "Right, Fenrir's son and all that..."

Titus nods, "If I'm lucky, I'll kill him today..." He drags the tips of his claws against the ground casually, with each word he steps closer to Stiles, "Which-by the way- is very likely"

"Over my dead body" Stiles snarls, he ignores the blood dripping down his arm grossly, don't look at it, don't look at it.

"Hm," Titus frowns, cocking his head, "I don't like it, but that can be arranged" He snarls and suddenly his claws are zooming towards Stiles, right at his neck.

A loud roar sounds from the shadows' before a large form barrels right at Titus, knocking the Alpha to the ground. The form snarls and he and the Alpha start to battle, claws scratching fur and flesh. The form was a big black wolf, a very...familiar big black wolf, "Derek?" Stiles grins.

The wolf gives a glance in Stiles's direction, enough to confirm Stiles's question. "Damn, you got bigger" Stiles gulps. Derek's wolf roles his eyes before letting out a pained yelp from Titus's claws.

"Right, shit, sorry" Stiles quickly stumbled to his feet. He rubs his palms together and closes his eyes to try and concentrate...that was very hard, honestly, who thought he should have magic? IT's awesome, no doubt but if he really needed concentration for this...well, he and concentration isn't a very good combination.

"GET THE SPARK!!" Titus roars before he goes back to fighting with Derek.

Scott lets out a pained yelp, Stiles cracks an eye open to see his best friend pinned to the ground, covered in scratches, Blaine towers above him, grinning victoriously.

"Spark, if you try anything, I will rip his throat out" Blaine growls, turning to look at Stiles with his claws around Scott's throat.

Stiles falters, letting out a pained whine. "Scotty..." He whispers, finally letting his arms drop.

"Yes, that's it..." Titus seems to purr, ignoring Derek's claws on his arms. "Give up, Spark..."

Scott lets out a whine as Blaine's claws tighten around his throat. Stiles shakes, "Fine, Fine. Dammit." Stiles growls, turning to glare at Titus.

Titus throws Derek away from him, letting out a victorious whoop. Blaine grins and lets go of Scott's neck. Scott huffs and rubs his neck softly.

"I'll love playing with you" Titus cackles, nosing Stiles's neck. Derek lets out a sound between a whine and a snarl, his eyes flashing a dangerous red.

"Although, there is some things you're forgetting..." Stiles slowly says, ignoring Titus's lips at his throat.

"And what is that?" Titus grins, nipping at Stiles's neck.

"Well, firstly, Where's your other Alpha? The lady? Did you not notice that Derek's pack isn't fully here?" Stiles smirks, he feels the pulsing feeling start up in his arms again. Titus lets out a low growl, tense. "Oh, and secondly...I'm not a spark, remember? What did you call me?" Stiles whirls around and punches Titus's face, it probably hurt Stiles more than Titus but it left the same message, "I'm a Wildfire" Stiles grins before pushing Titus's chest. The magic seems to explode from his fingers and slam right into Titus, causing him to fly into a tree a couple feet away.

"Now!" Stiles yells and Derek immediately throws his head up and howls. Isaac's own howl replies, not too far away.

"Why you little-!" Titus roars. Blaine quickly runs at Scott again, only to be tackled by Derek.

Stiles doesn't even give Titus anytime to finish before firing another blast at Titus; unfortunately, Titus managed to dodge but just barely, the tree behind him breaks violently and Titus smirks before running at Stiles, keeping his body close to the ground. Stiles's shoulders slump slightly from tiredness, his fingers are shaking and he's pretty sure one of them were broken.

"Crap, Crap I can't-" Stiles growls, trying to aim for Titus but this time he was smart and was switching directions unpredictably.