Spn And TW One Shots Book 1 (CLOSED)

Weakness(Sterek)

Derek grit his teeth, but it wasn't the pain that caused such a reaction. It was the look on the human's face across from him. Twisted in a pained scowl. There was no blood that Derek could see, but he knew the ropes that held the younger man were too tight on his wrists. 

Derek tried to remember how he let them get to this point, how he let Stiles get hurt. That wasn't something Derek would normally allow. Not that he was allowing it now, but he was helpless to do anything. 

He had allowed Stiles to investigate the nest of Dryad's ahead of Scott. Scott insisted he would protect Stiles, but something went wrong and Derek heard Stiles' cry from a mile away. He rushed towards the sound to find Scott unconscious. Derek called Isaac and left Scott, following the scent of Stiles through the woods. That's when he was attacked. He woke up tied to a tree. His werewolf strength diminished by the wolfsbane the Dryad's were using. They knew how to defend themselves that's for sure. He'd managed to kill one of theirs though at least, however that only resulted in pissing them off.

"Stiles," Derek's voice spoke, full of concern.

"Derek, are you okay?" Stiles asked a hint of relief to his tone.

Leave it do Stiles to be more concerned about Derek, "What happened?" Derek asked, ignoring Stiles' question. They were both in danger, so no, he wasn't okay.

"They attacked with wolfsbane, took Scott out. They said they were gonna use me to draw the alpha out. They told me to scream, but I wouldn't do it," Stiles shook his head before dropping his eyes. "They broke my wrist and..." Stiles trailed off in shame.

"Hey, listen to me, It's fine, I'm gonna get you out of this," Derek could smell Stiles' guilt and shame.

"They don't want me Derek, don't you get that?" Stiles snapped.

"The human is right," An annoying voice chimed in then. A slender looking man with pointy features entered the clearing. 

"Let him go," Derek growled, his eyes turning their bright crimson color.

"Ooh, pretty eyes," A female voice said, "I think he likes the human."

"Alpha Hale," The guy with pointy features spoke again, "Allow me to introduce myself and my court. I am Galavant, this is Visceral, Meena, Pouree, Sim, and you already met Soar," The man spoke with a sharp glare.

"What do you want?" Derek snapped, fighting against the ropes.

"Well, we want answers. We want the druid, the old Hale emissary, and we want your territory," Galavant answered simply.

"Not gonna happen," Derek snarled. 

"We thought you might be less than cooperative," Galavant nodded. Suddenly the Dryad named Visceral was next to stiles, raking a small knife carefully down the length of this throat.

Stiles let out a strangled whimper as he tried to hold back. 

"Stop," Derek's voice begging.

"You were right, Meena, he does like the human," Galavant smiled maliciously. 

"Let him go," Derek growled.

"I don't think so, you care for this one more than the others, don't you?" Galavant asked with a tilt of his head.

Derek didn't respond. It was a known fact Dryad's could tell when you were lying. It was best to give them nothing.

"He is your weakness, isn't he?" Galavant demanded taking a step towards Stiles.

Once again, Derek refused to answer. 

"You don't want to tell me that's fine," Galavant nodded at Visceral.