Red Riding Hoodie

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January 16th 2014

"I thought you said he was dead." Derek growled. "He is dead," Peter corrects, staring into the woods. "but now.."

"What're we supposed to do?" Derek asks, making Peter's eyes widen. "Oh, I don't know- Stay out of it! I don't really want to die again,"

Derek stares at him and starts walking further into the woods. "Where are you going?" Peter asks - shouts at Derek walking away from him.

"To get help," Is all Derek says, using most of his five senses to find another wolf; anyone at this point. He wouldn't dare let any of the Alpha's get near his mate, he needed help.

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Scott decided he would leave since the alpha's were staying for the party Stiles had arranged and just incase they were after him.

He climbed out Stiles window and landed on his feet; in Stiles' front yard steadying himself. He sighs thinking over what little plan he had come up with, but knowing it would never work he sighs lifting his head and seeing a black silhouette across the street.

"So you're an Alpha," The unknown person - man - called near the edge of the dark woods wearing a black leather jacket. "Yes? And you'r-" Scott's sentence was cut off by the stranger tackling him to the ground and pulling him up with one hand.

He had jet black hair, bright white fangs, and a pair of blue glowing eyes. Beta. "How many of you are there?" He growls, eyeing Scott's brown wide eyes, and holding him a few feet above the ground by his neck; almost suffocating him.

"What the hell? How many of what?" Scott asks holding the stranger's wrist far enough away from his throat so he could breath. He is strong for a beta, Scott thought.

The man in the leather jacket loosened his grip and Scott fell to the grass and could breathe clearly without struggling. "Do you have a pack?" He asked Scott, stepping backwards, giving him space.

"No. I don't need a pack," Scott coughs, pushing himself off the ground. The unknown person starts walking back into the woods without another word.

"Who-?" Scott's sentence was cut off once again by the stranger, "Derek." The man in leather - Derek - says and keeps on walking to the woods.

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Derek walked through the woods, listening to nothing but everything at the same time. He could smell his mate close to that Alpha who was surprisingly young.

He couldn't risk it, just incase Deucalion had a plan up his sleeve or someone helping him; he couldn't risk his mate being caught in the middle of that.

If she got hurt he would never forgive himself. Derek started thinking about what his mate would look like, maybe she'd be cute and shy or maybe- a hissing sound cut Derek's thoughts short.

He turned to his left; where the hissing was coming from and saw Deucalion and the triangular blade aimed at him and tried to dodge it but failed miserably.

The hissing ended and a low thump was heard, a grunt fell from Derek's lips as he leaned over gripping his thigh, above the cane lodged in his right thigh.

He fell onto the leaves but didn't stop. He kept moving, he stood once but tripped over his injured leg and hitting the cane; making it rip more of the muscle healing around it.

Derek's cry of pain came more of a howl which wasn't expected from Derek himself. He still kept moving until he found a rock big enough to hide behind; he slid behind it, leaves crumbling below him.

"I may not have my eyesight, but I can easily find you, Derek." Deucalion's voice rang through the trees, making Derek shudder at the feeling of Deucalion killing him slowly.. painfully.

Derek thought about his mate, how would they know who his mate was without him finding her first? He just kept quiet, this was one way to keep his mate safe.

He didn't know it but this was the worst way to keep his mate safe.

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A low howl echoed from the woods that Derek entered moments ago. Scott thought about going alone and helping him but he turned around and ran up to Stiles' front door, knocking at least 10 times.

"Hi Scotty, weren't you just-?" Stiles points to the ceiling, laughing slightly. "No questions, I need your help." Scott said pulling Stiles out of his house full of intoxicated teenagers.