To Dwell In Nightmares and Dreams

Bottled Down Anger

Stiles steps out of the portal. As soon as he lays eyes on the intruders a flash of fury engulfs him. His expression twisting into something dark and dangerous. His magic crackles in the air menacingly. 

What where a pack of werewolves doing here?!

He recognised their animalistic nature as soon as he saw them, however something stopped him from outright attacking them or flinging them back to the human world. 

Their clothes where oddly fancy and had a strange magic feeling, they also stood with an air of high importance and they all looked like they knew who he was as soon as they saw him. 

A couple kneeled straight away while the others where more hesitant about it. Only one didn't kneel, straightening instead. 

He walked up to Stiles ignoring the frightening magic he was giving off. 

"You must be the new Grand Master. I'm pleased we could finally meet" 

It clicked for Stiles. 

Why had no one mentioned this to him! 

"You're the supernatural council" Stiles said coldly, trying to keep his voice civil but feeling like he failed quite badly.

The supernatural council were werewolves?!

He wrestled with the rage inside him for a couple of seconds, he'd already let his anger out on wolves that didn't really deserve it, he didn't want to do it again.

Though he thought, narrowing his eyes as he took them in, that could easily change.

Stiles gritted his teeth, also noting angrily that they'd just waltzed into his realm without even giving him a warning, like they belonged here. Like he meant nothing in their eyes. 

The one not kneeling, held out his hand for Stiles to shake. 

Stiles hesitated but finally shook it before letting go though he made sure to squeeze down  harder than normal, far stronger than a normal human would be able to do. 

The werewolves smile turned a little stiff. 

"I take it you're in charge of the council?" 

His dark brown eyes turned red as he flashed his alpha eyes at Stiles "Yes, I am"

A pair of red eyes flashed in Stiles memory and he squashed down a rampaging fury that started to build within him.

"Forgive me but I didn't expect your visit so soon, especially when I had to hear it from another. Did you not have another way to contact me? If not I do have a few ways to allow you to directly do so in the future" Stiles said, a fake smile on his face and  acid dripping into his tone. 

The other werewolves had finally stood up and they seemed a little paler at that. 

"Ah, I believe we haven't had the best first impressions-" The leader said. 

"Clearly" Stiles said coldly. 

"And I'd like to remedy that, allow me to introduce myself and the rest of the council" 

"I am Kian Shota, the leader of the council and alpha..." 

He went through all nine other wolves. 

There was "Calypso, Kissina, Harris, Antony, Margret, Tony, Timothy, Regali, Helena" 

Stiles had no interest in learning their names, he didn't exactly try to remember them but they did all have unique looks to them. 

Calypso, Helena and Tony where the only ones avoiding looking into his eyes. Their body languages where also much more submissive than the rest. 

The others not so much, Stiles wasn't to worried as they were not sorcerous so they could not have a look into his head but he was even more annoyed. They must know its rude to look sorcerous in the eyes, three of them seem to remember that at least. So why couldn't the others?

As he looked at them, another pack swam before his mind, unlocking the memories he'd tried to bottle down, tried to get over. 

Dam them! 

Well... 

This was going to be more difficult that he anticipated...