The Hell-hound's Mate

17. Stiles and the Pack

It's been a couple of days since I woke up. Derek and Peter have talked to the pack in its entirety, including my dad, about Peter's role in the whole thing. I chimed in at parts that I remembered. Derek explained how he went into Peter's memory to see what Peter couldn't physically say. I felt bad for him. He went into this man's house to save me and came out seeming like the monster most of the pack thinks he is. Tonight i get discharged and then we are supposed to have pack night. We'll see what happens I guess. Dad's allowed Jordan to have the night off so he'll be there at least. Melissa, Chris and Dad won't because of job things and Chris has a meeting with another family of hunters wanting his guns or something. I'm just nervous about what's going to come up in conversation. I know they know Peter's small experience of the situation. Will they bring up my time there? I'm sure they've put pieces together. Well Lydia has and let the others know, because Scott is not the brightest puppy alpha we have. Sometimes he needs a little push. Taking a deep breath, I maneuvered myself to the end of the bed where my dad grabbed my arms leading me into the rest room to change before leaving. Melissa is in charge of my physical therapy that the doctor insisted I get for being unconscious in a coma for months on end. So Melissa assumed I'd be more comfortable at the pack house/Derek's loft where I can be surrounded by the pack and that they can help me. Derek agreed and is letting Jordan and I stay with him until I'm feeling better or him and Peter make a move on building a pack house for all of us.

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I've been around Derek and Peter all day just being in their presence felt nice. Especially since they understand pack dynamics and me better. You'd think that with Scott's updated senses he'd be able to pick up on my anxiety and panic that arises. Peter's been paying attention to my anxiety since I got here and as people begin to arrive he's moved closer to me. I do understand his concern and I appreciate him watching out for me. Jordan was the last to arrive brushing his hand through my hair before gong towards the guest room we are staying in to change out of his uniform. This will be an interesting night.

*Jordan*

I walked out from our temporary room in a hoodie from the Army and some jeans to join Stiles on the couch as the girls were looking through the movies.

"Stiles, what movie do you want to watch?"-Kira

"I don't care."

"Not even Star Wars?" Scott asked confused

"Peter and Derek suffered through it with me all day. I don't think they want to watch anymore." Stiles explained scooting closer to me as Derek sat down on the other side of him.

"Please, there is only so much of Stiles quoting the movie I can take." Peter whined from his spot perched on the stairs.

"Then the Notebook it is." Lydia declared causing me to hold in my laughter at the giggle Stiles let out in response to the groan that left everyone's lips as she finished her statement.

"You had Lyds pick the movie, what'd you expect?" he chuckled as his laughter started to die down leaning into my warmth. I lifted him into my lap which he seemed okay with. Sometimes I just act and don;'t think it through and I told Stiles about it while he was in the hospital because I was certain things like holding his hand or his arm or his shoulder. I'd rub his leg or mess up his hair also. He understood seeing it as some sort of thing my hound does to scent mark him since I can't mate him. On the other hand, he also sees it as me just needing the feeling of his pulse to calm my own anxiety and fears. To reassure that I'm a good mate. That I saved him and that he's here with me, alive.

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The credits have just started on the screen as everyone turns to face each other. It causes Stiles to tense, so I tighten my arms around him. I'm assuming he's afraid of the questions about his time with that man. With Charles.

"Stiles, how are you doing?"-Scott

"Okay."

"Do you think you can explain to us what happened to you?"-Allison

"I'd rather not."

"We need to know how to help."-Malia

" Then pay closer attention to me." I could tell Stiles was getting mad and anxious. So could Derek and Peter, however Lydia was the one to speak.

"Back off. He just got out of a coma. A come we had to put him in to allow his body to heal itself from what this man did. Besides, we all know what the main idea of it from when we first found Stiles and Peter's memories. We don't need to know specifics. So drop it and leave him alone. Can't you see he's uncomfortable."

The rest of the pack murmured apologies and turned back around to face the TV as Isaac put in Avengers. Stiles gave Lydia a grateful smile and we went back to pack movie night.