Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Twelve: Code-Breaker

Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Twelve: Code Breaker

When Peter let him go, Scott found himself in the middle level of a parking lot building with his back against one of the concrete pillars. He was scared to death, but he pushed it down. Pushed down everything but what was happening right now. Stiles couldn't save them, not here and not now.

"What do you want from me? There's nothing I can do to help you." Scott called out as he stared daggers into the back of Peter's jacket. The big werewolf hadn't moved since they arrived, standing with his head bowed and his hands splayed on the back of a silver car.

"On the contrary Scott, you could be the only thing that makes Stiles bend. Well you and Derek, but let's face it, Stiles has Derek wrapped around his little finger." Peter still hadn't moved as he talked, but that was fine. Scott felt completely aright with talking to the guys back, in fact he quite preferred that than looking at the man's face.

"He's not here right now is he? Then why do you need me?" Scott needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. Not that it would be very affective after he'd already opened it. Peter's head whipped around and suddenly he was crouched down looking Scott in the eye. The human boy couldn't keep himself from jerking back, hitting his own head against the pillar behind him.

"You are the bait Scott." Peter explained with a smile. "Stiles, Allison Argent, you are import to a few key people in this game don't you think? Too bad you're the only one who can't protect himself." Finally Peter backed off and Scott wheezed to get his breathe under control. He couldn't panic, he couldn't go into an asthma attack now. "For now we wait. Stiles will find Derek, and I will find them."

Scott swallowed thickly and wondered exactly where he fit into Peter's plan.

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There was a burning in his chest. A need to see his mate, to see Derek. He needed to find Derek but he didn't know how. All he could feel was Derek's pain, Derek's agony. How was he going to find the other half of his pack?

A wolf howls to signal his location to the rest of the pack. The reading Stiles had done that first night, the first full moon, on the day when Derek came and helped him. The information that would now help Derek.

Stiles wasn't sure where to go, but he knew where the highest point in Beacon Hills was. If he was going to find Derek, if he was going to howl for Derek there was no better place. He bolted the whole way there, keeping his breathing easy and trying to calm his nerves. He needed to convince himself that this was the right thing to do, that Derek would answer, because there was no other way.

When he reached the peak at the edge of Beacon Hills, he took one look at the moon before he threw his head back and let the instinct drive him.

His call was loud, a slight whine to it that Stiles didn't understand but he didn't care. His lungs were burning but he didn't cut the howl off. Derek needed to hear it, it needed to reach Derek so that his mate…-pack…fuck it- his soul mate would respond.

One long and loud howl was good enough for a call. So Stiles stood silently, waiting for the return of it. Waiting to hear Derek call to him back.

He sat there waiting for a few minutes, wondering if he'd need to howl again when it rang.

The vibrations seemed to echo into his body before the sound ever reached his ears but he knew instantly who and where it was coming from. Derek had answered. Joy and elation flooded his nerves and then he was running. Full force in the direction the howl radiated from, the direction that would lead him to Derek.