Be the hero

An Unshakable Heart

   Then Peter advanced into the warehouse, under the bewildered gaze of Gabou. Pouhaha Gabou. He must have felt that I was mocking him, 'cause he grumbled ferociously, attributing to me a murderous look. I shut up immediately and he turned his attention to the guest. To my surprise, the omega was wearing his ragged clothes from my kidnapping day, well I don't really know because it's been a long time and I don't remember. Peter opened his arms, a condescending and superior smile illuminating his face, "What a reunion, Gabriel, don't you think ?"

   "It's very inappropriate for you to arrive without knocking, my dear Pet'."

   "Oh, I tried, I assure you, but politeness is not in my genes," he laid a hand on his heart, falsely sorry, "I couldn't stop myself from breaking down the door."

   "I'm not really surprised," the Alpha shouted back to me. One second, I was wondering why, after all, he's an Alpha, no need for a little human to protect him. But the evidence jumped out at me when Gab opened his mouth again, "If you try anything, I'll rip his throat out," and in those words he put his cold claws on my neck, forcing me to bend my head back, "I know you're not alone. The True Alpha si here, Derek's too, the Banshee, even though I don't see any use they-", I could not hold back a giggle. He glanced at me in a murderous look, "Why do you laugh ?!"

   "Ahahah, you think so much of yourself as the king of the world that you forget to get off your pedestal. You underestimate them far too much," he pressed harder down my throat with his claws.

   "Don't play the smart kid, I hear your heart pounding for miles."

   "Come on, Stiles," Peter said, "Don't demean yourself like that. You're so talkative, it's thanks to your voice that we spotted you faster."

   "Oh, thank you very much, Peter. As you can see, that helps me a lot."

Suddenly, Gabriel disappeared, carried away by an impressive force. I heard grunts going through the warehouse, the worst thing is that it resonates well since it is empty. I dared not move, too afraid of what might fall on me or scratch my face. And I was right to think that because I had to get hit in the chest in some way, and I got tossed back, until I fell and snapped my head and crushed my hands. I was screaming in pain, but still trying to swallow the pain. My hands were compressed between the hard ground and my own back, "My back! Such a traitor!"

   As much as I tried to loosen the ties, my own weight kept me from moving even a little finger. Out of the corner of the eye, I saw the shadow of two werewolves fighting dangerously close to me. Shit shit shit. I didn't really plan to die today, my little wolves. The closer they got, the closer I felt death. In the adrenaline, I managed to free one of my hands and turn around with a kick to the ground. But two arms surrounded me and I thought I was having a mini heart attack as I felt my arms rise up in the air. I was starting to struggle,

   "Stiles. But, Stiles, calm down. It's me, it's Derek."
At these words, my little heart calmed a little, still dancing the salsa, feeling the warm breath of the wolf on my neck, and Derek put me back on my legs after defying the last ties. "Are you okay?" he asked me when he dragged me to a corner of the room. All of a sudden, the world around me became confused and I felt nauseous. My feet became entangled and without the wolf's intervention, I would have collapsed to the ground. I guess that answered his question, "Stiles, stay here, okay? We'll come back for you right after. Don't move from here." What? 

   "Excuse me, will you? I am in a perfect condition to fight with you," I stumbled again, "Perfect shape," I sneezed, "A cold won't stop me."

   "The more you talk, the deeper you sink, Stiles."

   "Yes, I know, that's a habit of mine," Derek forced me to sit down.

   "Don't move your dirty little buttocks from here."

Before I could say anything, he already returned to the battle that seemed endless. No, but seriously, a little common sense, I can be very helpful whenever I want.

   Scott and Isaac were fighting against the Alpha's Betas and Peter, who at the base was facing this one, was now being helped by Derek.

Gabriel made a ninja move (?) to our poor Peter who makes a ball roller against a wall, followed closely by Derek who immediately returned to the fight grumbling. None of them seemed to see the weak point of the Alpha which had been well exposed for five minutes. Five minutes! Let's see the inability of the wolves who ate the dust, I got up (and moving my dirty little buttocks), grabbed a piece of pipe that dragged me along, moving me really close to Gabi who by miracle did not seem to have heard me. And struck him with all my strength in his left scapula.

   The Alpha fell to the ground in a whimper and Peter rushed at him, tearing his head off. The blood escaping in abundance from his body made my nausea come back illico presto and I retained a heartache, I mean a vomit. And I suddenly noticed that all the werewolves were staring at me with their eyes out of sight and amazed.