Be My Cover Story

21

"What if we don't find them?" Isaac asked nervously.

"What if we do and they're dead?" Erica countered and Isaac winced at the thought.

"Knock it off." Boyd shook his head at them. "That's not going to get us anywhere."

"We're trying to look casual, blend in with the public." Erica scoffed. "It's suspicious if we walk in silence."

"Talk about something else."

"So Derek and Parrish-"

"Not that." Boyd stopped and turned to face her. "Do you smell that?" Isaac and Erica both focused, trying to catch the scent. Isaac went pale when he realized and Erica gasped.

"Blood."

Lydia slipped into Derek's room, where Stiles and Parrish were sitting on the bed.

"What are you doing?" She asked plopping down between them. Jordan wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek, causing Stiles to roll his eyes.

"Get a room," He muttered under his breath.

"What's got you in a mood? Is this still about what Derek said?" Stiles turned to look at the happy couple. "He just wants to keep you safe."

"That's always his excuse. I think he just doesn't want me bringing the team down." Stiles frowned and Lydia sighed at him.

"Well yeah." He looked up in shock, expecting her to take his side. "Think about it from his side. He has to worry about an entire pack but when you're around, all he can see is you. If something happens to any of us he would go out of his mind, think about how much worse it would be if it were you."

"If anything happened to Lydia I don't know what I'd do," Parrish added from the other side of the strawberry blonde.

"Derek lashes out because it's the only way he knows how to handle his feelings. His anchor is anger for crying out loud." Lydia placed her hand on Stiles's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"I can leave you guys alone if you want?" Parrish offered.

"No, we should all head back out there. I don't want to explain to Derek why his bed smells like you two." Stiles teased, with a small smile. Lydia ruffled his hair before standing up.

"Would you mind turning around for like, two seconds?" Lydia asked, biting her lip before giving Parrish a cheeky wink. Stiles groaned and turned around as the couple shared a moment.

"Okay, the moment is over. Stiles is leaving now." He announced before flipping around and leaving the room. Lydia and Parrish followed closely behind, meeting Kira and Allison in the living room.

"Everyone okay?" Kira asked as they all sat around on the couches. They all nodded and Stiles smiled at Lydia.

"Just a little nervous. With everything going on, I'm just a little worried about everyone."

Derek moved through the forest keeping a close eye on Malia and Scott. The first arrow flew between the two and stuck in a tree. Derek tackled them out of the way as more were sent in their direction.

"Where are they coming from?" Malia asked, standing up to get a better look. She growled as an arrow hit her shoulder. Scott inspected the tip, thankful it didn't belong to the Argents. They didn't even look like they belonged to a hunter.

"Derek, we should run!" Scott held up the arrow. "They aren't trained. They won't be able to hit a moving target."

"Go, I'll be right behind you." Scott grabbed Malia who's shoulder had already healed. The pair sprinted away with Derek behind them, trying to catch sight of who was shooting at them.

Derek heard the howl and sensed the pain at the same time. He knew one of his pack members was in trouble. Derek ran. He let his instincts lead him, Scott and Malia trying to keep up as Derek tracked down his pack members. He saw Boyd first and ran toward him.

"What happened?" Derek saw the blood covering all of them and started searching for a source.

Jackson was on the ground holding Ethan who knelt beside his brother. Aiden was covered in blood, barely breathing.

"They came out of nowhere," Ethan mumbled, taking his brother's hand.

Lydia stood up abruptly.

"Lyds?" Allison got to her feet.

"No no no no no no." Lydia clutched her head.

"Do it, Lydia." Stiles was terrified. "Scream." They all covered their ears as Lydia let out a bloodcurdling scream. She fell to her knees. Stiles was instantly by her side, helping her back up. The five of them sprinted to wherever Lydia was leading them. When she saw she gasped turning away and clutching onto Stiles. Allison rushed to Scott's side as Kira did the same for Malia. Stiles looked at Derek who was kneeling next to Aiden, trying to stop the blood.

"Oh my God." Stiles blurted out as his eyes scanned the scene in front of him.

"Stiles-"

"We need to get him to Deaton." Stiles stated, holding Lydia who was shaking in his arms.

"Stiles-"

"I'll get Deaton to come here then."

"Stiles stop." The voice was quiet. It didn't come from Derek. Aiden looked at his brother. "It's okay." He assured them.

"This is not happening." Jackson spat standing up.

"We are not losing anybody today." Scott agreed but Aiden seemed to have come to terms with it.

"I have an idea." Derek sighed looking down and taking Aiden's hand.

"Der, no. We will find another way." No one else knew what was going on. Stiles on the other hand had done his research on werewolves. He knew exactly what Derek was about to do. "They need an alpha. We need an alpha."

"I have to save him." Derek urged.

"You just need to trigger his natural healing. These wounds weren't made by an alpha." Isaac suggested.

"Aiden, dig your claws into your hand." Scott suggested remembering the way he used to trigger own healing.

"Ethan, stop taking his pain." Derek instructed.

"I can't shift." Aiden whimpered.

"Brace yourself." Derek sighed before doing what Aiden could not. The pain in his leg sent a jolt through his body. Slowly his healing began to kick in. It was slow but it was enough. Relief spread through the pack. "Scott, call Deaton and get him to meet us at the loft. Stiles go get the jeep and bring it back here. Boyd, Erica, Jackson and Ethan stay with me I want the rest of you to head back to the loft. Stiles, take someone with you on the way back." Derek gave out orders and they all followed along thankful that they had all made it through the day.