Red Riding Hoodie

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January16th 2014

Peter sits leaned against an old tree carving a piece of wood into a triskelion, but he only carved one of the three swirls when he hears Derek's cry.

He immediately stood, dropping the piece of wood to the leaves and starts running towards the direction of Derek's howl.

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"I don't wan-" Stiles sentence was cut off when he bent over in the bushes near his house and he threw up the liquor. "Stiles," Scott groans.

"Just-," Scott looked around scanning the area around Stiles' house. "Just follow me." Stiles nodded longer then needed and threw up a bit more of the liquor, beer, or whatever he drank.

Scott headed towards the way Derek's howl came from and kept walking when he heard a howl a lot louder then last time; more clear. Stiles groaned, "Tell your mutt to shut up,"

"Shut up Stiles." Scott walked towards the scent and stopped abruptly when he heard a thud and leaves cracking. He turned around to Stiles passed out leaning against a rock.

He looked up and got a glimpse of a old man leaning over and grabbing what looked like a stick from behind a rock. As the man ripped the stick from the ground a sharp howl echoed in the trees.

Derek.

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Peter heard the last cry of pain from Derek he wanted to hear. Derek may be rude and an ass half of the time but listening to his cries, physically and mentally hurt Peter.

He got closer and closer to the howls and saw Deucalion standing above his nephew with his cane coated in thick red blood.

Peter saw enough and was about to jump from his hiding place when a teenager came out of nowhere and knocked Deucalion off of his feet and send him flying backwards.

Peter was frozen thinking about what just happened and what could've happened.

Scott jumped up, lifting one of Derek's arms as Derek groaned at his injury trying to heal, soon he passed out. Scott tried to lift him, succeeding he helped a passed out Derek to his feet. A twig snapping in half caught Scott's attention, he turned around and saw a much older man; not as old as Deucalion but older then Derek for sure.

His attention shot to Deucalion as he charged for Derek and himself when a force rammed him into a rotting tree and let it snap in half falling slowly, landing below his knees. His cry of pain echoed, as Scott looked over to the force that had pushed him; a full grown wolf on his hind legs.

The wolf slowly started to loose his fur and gained human skin. "Peter," The man said, wiping his mouth with his wrist. Scott hesitated, "Um, Scott." He finally said, still supporting Derek's weight.

"I'm Derek's uncle," Peter informed Scott, walking over and wrapping one of Derek's arms around his shoulder, helping support his weight; making it easier on Scott's shoulder.

Stiles groaned, rubbing his head as he sat up. "What the hell happened?" He asked nobody in general, just anyone who would answer. Stiles eyes flicked to the stranger, "Who- Oh my god." The gaping hole still wasn't healing and it was making Stiles nauseous.

"Can we borrow your jeep?" Scott asked walking towards Stiles - holding his hand over his nose and mouth -. "You're putting him in my truck," Stiles asks, pointing his finger at Derek in disgust.

Scott and Peter nod, Stiles shakes his head viciously. "No. No way. He smells.. Like death."