Help me save my balls? (Sterek)

Chapter 16

Stiles' POV. (I think it's mainly going to stay Stiles now...)

For what seems like an eternity, I follow the mysterious man with the unconscious Derek. After a while of walking, the man had stopped carrying Derek slung over his shoulder and had taken to dragging him along the floor in a rather undignified fashion. It helped me, because it meant they were easier to follow, but in the state Derek's in, I have no idea wether his werewolf healing is working.

In reality, it was probably only about a 10 minute walk before the man stopped before a huge tree. Not huge as in tall, huge as in thick as fuck. It's like wider than I am long! I hid behind a reasonably smaller tree about 10 meters away from them, so I could see and hear them pretty well but I was far enough away to have the illusion of safety. There was no way I could actually get away if he saw me.

The man looked around suspiciously before going round to the other side of the tree. He was completely blocked from my view. All I could see was Derek's ankles, and after a few knocks and scrapes, they disappeared too. Two minutes later, they had not reappeared and I was getting confused. Where the hell did they go? Working up a bit of courage, I walked around the tree, still plenty of meters behind with an abundance of trees to hide behind, should I spot them. They'd just vanished! Getting closer, I could see there was no trap door leading into the roots of the tree, so I was completely baffled.

The gnarly old tree loomed over me and it was only until I was right next to the twisted bark that I could see properly. There's a door! In the wood! Leading into the big fucking mother tree! For about I minute, I traced the doorframe with my finger, checking I was right, before I put my ears to the wood to see if I could hear anything. There was some shuffling, but at my amateur level, it's impossible to tell if that's insects and small animals or a psychopathic murder planning on ripping my boyfriend apart. FAKE boyfriend. Jesus how could I forget? Fake.

Moving on from my sad life and the depressing possibility of me dying alone, the shuffling started getting louder and there was a small clinking sound with it. Deciding that's a bad sign, I look for a place to hide. I have no idea which direction the emergee is going to go in when they get out, so the safest option would be up. I look around to see the only tree I'd be able to climb is the mother tree it currently looks like I'm hugging. Not that I have long enough arms for that.

Sighing, I look for a suitable way to haul myself up the tree. As I'm halfway up the trunk, clinging on with my life, I'm reminded about how hungry I am. As I make it to the first branch I rest for a couple of seconds, limbs hanging everywhere, before deciding it would be safer higher up. With suitable climbing branches, it only takes me seconds to get a suitable position that enables me to see the floor mostly unobstructed while giving me a little bit of shelter from anyone to glance my way.

There's a sound of metal on metal from inside the tree, then the sound of wood scraping wood as I see the hidden door slowly opening below me.

I stop breathing and I stare downwards. The man emerges, alone, looks around (but not up), then walks off in the direction we first came from.

This is my opportunity to be the one to save Derek's butt for once!

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I love all so much for reading and commenting and shit. I'm trying to take on board that I was told not to kick myself in the butt , but lord knows my butt isn't getting any other attention right now so suck it bitches.