The Fox and The Wolf - Book Two {Sterek}

Chapter 14: Disappointment

My stomach was a roiling mess as we approached the decrepit church that lay in the centre of the ghost town. I'm a human, walking into the den of a werejaguar who can control two berserkers- with only a gun, that I barely knew how to operate. Lovely. Is this what Stiles always felt like before? I pictured my mate when he was human, wielding his trusty baseball bat and chuckled. That least I had a gun.

"What are you giggling about?" Stiles whispered.

"I was thinking about you when you were still human. You and your damn baseball bat," I said with amusement. He snorted.

"That thing saved me- and you- on more then one occasion! Don't hate the baseball bat," he defended, and I couldn't argue- as ridiculous as it was.

"I can't believe that I can't deny that," I mumbled in disbelief.

"Defenceless human- one, sourwolf- zero," Stiles said in a triumphant whisper. I rolled my eyes.

"You were never defenceless, Stilinski," I said seriously. He gave me one of his infectious smiles, and my mouth twitched in response.

"Will you two zip it?" Dean demanded in an angry whisper.

Suddenly I smelled it, even with my human nose. Something smells terrible... something smells like death. The rest of the pack members had their noses in the air, trying to trace the strong odour. All of their eyes were glowing their different supernatural colours, and I felt a twinge of sadness.

"God, What is that?" Dean asked, covering his nose in disgust.

"Berserkers," I whispered, and the colour drained from his face. He cocked his gun, his body immediately on high alert.

"That way," Malia whispered, pointing down a dark corridor. Isaac and Stiles nodded their agreement.

"There are two of them," Castiel said with certainty.

"How do you know?" I asked him curiously.

"I can see them," he answered simply. "There's a third heat signature farther down, which must be the werejaguar."

I regarded the angel with appreciation. He had more than one useful quality apparently. Let's just hope he's good in a fight.

"Maybe Kate is in the room where she was keeping you?" Isaac wondered out loud.

"Maybe," I answered, and we all moved towards the corridor Malia had pointed towards.

My entire body was screaming at me to turn around, to head in the opposite direction of the big hulking beasts. But I gritted my teeth and forced my feet to keep moving forward. Human or not, I can do this. If Stiles could last several years as a human running with werewolves, I could manage this. Stiles was directly in front of me, and he reached behind him to grab my hand, squeezing it in a reassuring way. As if to say 'you can do this'. I heaved a small sigh of relief and he glanced back at me, his eyes their fox orange with the tinge of alpha red. Pride welled up in my chest at the sight. He's incredible. I may not be a werewolf anymore, but I still felt the strength of the pack when I looked at those eyes.

We rounded a corner cautiously and Castiel whispered, "Get ready." The berserkers must be close.

I cocked the gun in my hand and put my finger near the safety, ready to turn it off and fire the weapon when necessary. Suddenly we heard the growling of the berserkers, and I could tell that the supernaturals of the group and Castiel could see them... but Dean and I's human eyes hadn't caught sight of them yet.

Stiles let out a roar as loud as Scott's in response, shaking the unstable walls around us. I sucked in a breath at the powerful sound. Isaac and Malia's eyes shone brighter in response to their other alpha's roar, and I felt the pack power surge through me. Human or wolf- I'm still pack. All of my fear and uncertainty washed away at the sound of Stiles, and the feeling of our packs strength coursing through my veins.