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The entire room couldn't help but stare at Stiles, as he stood there rigidly. But from what they could tell Stiles wasn't registering anything that they were saying.
Stiles stood there stock still, the only person or thing he could think of was Alex and how he needed to get back to her, keep her safe and protect her from anything that was going to hurt her. That's if she hadn't already been taken. Because they were coming for her while he was stuck in this room, with people who didn’t understand what was at stake. He didn't care that he was an alpha, or that they were worried, he simply wanted to get out.
Then he finally snapped back to reality when he noticed Scott moving again he flicked his eyes up, meeting Scott's worried gaze.
Nothing was getting in his way of getting to Alex, not even his best friend. "Move, Scott. Or I'll go through you" Stiles growled menacingly, his eyes still glowing a fiery red but there were also unmistakable gold flecks swimming amongst the deep red.
Scott squared his shoulders, his eyes now glowing practically the same colour too, minus the gold flecks that Stiles' eyes still held. He knew Stiles was a danger to everyone right now, including Alex and himself.
"Stiles, just stop. Think for one second" Scott replied keeping his voice low and under control, as he began to advance a little further on his friend.
"I said get back! Alex is in danger I need to go!" Stiles growled shoving his friend hard, so hard that Scott's back collided with the wall behind him. “I don’t have a second” Stiles stated before he was cornered again, he snarled as Deucalion stood in front of the door, blocking the only way out of the room.
“Just wait. Think about this, tell us what has you so worried and wound up. We can help you, protect Alex and keep you all safe Stiles, you know we can. I know it's her that's got you this riled up. So talk” the elder wolf reasoned calmly.
Stiles thought for a moment, in the brief haze of his anger he could feel the thoughts of doubt seeping into his mind. Was he about to do the right thing, or was he putting Alex in more danger going this alone?
Stepping back from the group Stiles stumbled slightly, shoving his shaking hands into his hair, he began tugging harshly at his hair with his hands. His nails digging into his scalp, a loud scream ripping through the room as he fought every instinct in his body and he slowly started to bury the wolf, slowly the red mist began to disappear from his vision.
Deucalion caught Stiles before his knees connected with the hard floor beneath him, and he helped him lean back against the wall instead.
“The wolf is a part of you Stiles, but you have to remember you are the boss. You must keep control of it, no matter how hard it seems at the time. You can’t let it take over, just be mindful that you do not bury it or yourself too deeply. Okay. Now just breathe” Deucalion instructed carefully.
Stiles began to struggle in his grip as if he were internally fighting the wolf, but the elder wolf didn’t budge, he simply closed his eyes, holding Stiles back against the wall and he whispered just three words. “Take control, Stiles”
Suddenly Stiles’ eyes flashed open, unfortunately, they were still glowing red, and his fingers sank in Deucalion’s arms, claws soon following suit. The elder man flinched a little, but he kept his stance, making sure to keep his eyes closed, in an attempt to keep Stiles as calm as possible, while the others looked on nervously.
Then something happened that distracted everyone, Stiles' phone started to ring. Stiles began to blink rapidly, then almost immediately the red began to fade from his eyes, he could feel his heart begin to thud in his chest as he collapsed back against the wall.
His hands began shaking and Deucalion let go of him, watching as the young man before him, Stiles had a terrified look wash over his face, his hands frantically smacking at his pockets. Until finally he found his phone.
Stiles' eyes widened at the name on the screen, he fumbled to swipe his phone to answer the call. Finally managing to do so he pressed it to his ear, "Lexi?" Stiles questioned nervously, his voice breaking at the mention of her name. As the others looked on worriedly, still unsure of what was going on.
"Stiles?" Alex whispered in reply, her voice sounding rough and husky.
"Baby? What's going on? Why are you whispering? Did you get away?" Stiles asked nervously, terrified that he already knew the answer.
There was a quiet shuffling on the other end of the line, Stiles found himself straining to listen. He pulled the device away from his ear and put it on speaker for everyone to hear, his hands just barely able to keep a hold of the phone.
"N-No I didn't. Melissa is with me, we're hiding. Derek and Deaton are distracting them, but I don't know how long they're gonna last out there, it sounds bad, Stiles you need to run. Someone bad is after us I don't know why, but whatever they're planning they need both of us, and we can't let that happen" Alex rushed out in a panic, her voice breaking as she spoke.
"I'm coming, Alex, I promise we won't let anything happen to you. I love you, okay. Stay put I won't be long" Stiles assured her, looking around the room and receiving nods from everyone, and Stiles and Scott shared a look.
"I knew you'd say that, but you can't. I love you so much" she half-laughed before her voice broke again, there was some shuffling then he heard her voice again. "They killed her Stiles, they killed my mum" she sobbed quietly into the phone, the sound almost broke Stiles' heart.
All of a sudden there was a loud terrifying scream and the line went dead.
Everyone in the room was looking at Stiles when he looked up all of them held a look of horror. Especially Scott who held out his hand to Stiles, swallowing hard, as their eyes met neither could hide their worry or tears. "What's the plan?" the sheriff asked placing a hand on both boys shoulders.
"Think they can handle three alphas?" Stiles growled Scott and Deucalion nodded in agreement.
"What about us?" the sheriff questioned in confusion.
"You need to stay here dad, Mr argent can keep you safe in case they come looking for you. I can't have them getting you too, they will use you as leverage" Stiles sighed sadly pulling his dad into a hug, which the older man happily received before his son's words sank in.
"Wait, no. You're not going without me" the sheriff said shocked that his son would even suggest such a thing.
"He's right, sheriff" Chris agreed, he felt bad knowing in this situation nothing would keep him being with Allison if it were her instead.
"No, no way in hell. Over my dead body" the sheriff declared angrily, fixing his son with a look that Stiles was used to after the last few years. Any other day it may have worked but not today.
"Dad! That's exactly what I'm worried about if you come, You're not coming! I can't risk you as well, I can't protect you as well I need to stay focused on getting Alex back. Mr argent can tell you what the hell is going on, while we're gone" Stiles growled, but his voice held no anger. He was scared, terrified at the thought of losing his father. "I'm sorry, we need to go. Just stay here, we'll be back soon" Stiles assured his father sadly, ignoring the tears that slipped down his cheek.
His father swallowed every instinct in his body, looking at his son now he knew he was right, even if he didn't want to admit it. He pulled him into his chest tightly, "You come back to me, you hear. You are the only thing I have left in this world. If you're not back in two hours then I'm coming to find you" the sheriff warned him.
As Scott received a hug and a few words from Chris, Stiles pulled back from his father, with a sad smile and a nod. "Got it" Stiles agreed. Before leaving with Scott and Deucalion.
"Do we run or take a car?" Stiles questioned, as Scott passed him a spare hoodie.
"We run, of course," Deucalion smirked at the boys, before sprinting off ahead of the pair.
Stiles rolled his eyes but the pair of them quickly sped after Deucalion.
"Okay, so since we haven't heard anything else, we go to the clinic first. We just have to hope that they are all still there" Deucalion answered the question that nobody had yet asked.
The closer that they got to the clinic, the more at ease Stiles began to feel. Suddenly however a feeling of dread and terror took over his body, as Alex's feelings began to flood into his mind and body. The intensity of her feelings was so strong, so sudden that Stiles found himself beginning to trip over his feet.
Until he finally lost the battle with his feet and collapsed, landing in a heap on the forest floor just outside their destination.
"Stiles?" Scott asked in a rushed panic, skidding to a stop beside his best friend and helping him back onto his still very shaky legs.
"What is it?" Deucalion questioned, quickly jogging over to the pair sounding just as worried as Scott had just second before him, finding Stiles relying on Scott to keep him standing in that moment.
"Can't you smell that?" Stiles questioned them in shock.
Scott frowned at his best friend in confusion but Deucalion immediately understood what he was getting at, as his legs began to shake slightly. "Fear, how are you even standing?" Deucalion questioned, looking down at Stiles.
"I have to get to her" Stiles uttered simply, the pain and suffering clear in his voice.
As soon as Scott inhaled he knew what they were talking about, "Why is it so much worse for Stiles?" Scott questioned, as they helped Stiles walk to the edge of the woods so that they could finally see the clinic.
"Get down!" Deucalion warned harshly, pushing both boys to the ground into the dirt, right in-between two large bushes, luckily they were just about big enough to conceal all three of them from the view of any passers-by.
All of a sudden the three of them could see people being shoved from the front door. Straining to listen, Stiles immediately locked on to Alex's voice, as if she were the only one there. "Get your hands off of them. You've got me you bunch of psychopaths, now let them go!" she seethed angrily, as she was shoved by the guy walking behind her.
Stiles made a move to go after her and rip the guy's face-off, but Deucalion seemingly read his mind. Placing a hand on his back and shook his head at the young boy before him.
'Not yet' Deucalion mouthed to Stiles, just as Melissa came out behind her and grabbed hold of her tightly. An older man attempted to pull Alex off of Melissa.
Then Alex seemingly snapped, her voice was eerily calm as she spoke, but the venom that laced her words sent a shiver up all three men's spines as they looked on. "If you ever touch her again, we will have a very big problem. She is the only thing stopping me, from ripping your throat out, with my teeth" Alex snarled hatefully.
"Do as she says, just get them in the car. We don't have time for this, so get moving. Now! The boss has waited long enough already" they heard a woman say from inside the car.
Seemingly none of them recognised this woman's voice, as each wolf just looked as confused as the other. It took every ounce of strength Stiles had not to stop Alex from climbing into that car, but he knew Deucalion was right, they needed to wait, follow them and find out where they were going.
Once everyone was inside the car, Scott went to get to his feet, but before he got halfway up Deucalion pulled him back down. "Wait. Alex can probably sense Stiles is close already, we can't risk them sensing something is off with her, we have got to be smart about this, we need to let them head off first. Trust me" the older wolf whispered. Scott sighed, irritation clear in his voice, as he began digging his nails into his palms, he reluctantly nodded in agreement all the same.
"What if we lose them?" Scott questioned after a moments thought.
"We won't. No way that Stiles will lose her scent now. It's been too long they've been apart, now that they're close the pull is stronger now, than its ever been" Deucalion revealed, not surprising either of them.
Stiles frowned at his answer, "Look, I don't disagree. I won't lose her scent, but won't they know that we're following them. Won't three werewolves following their car be just a little obvious" Stiles asked a little sarcastically.
"Just keep quiet and follow me" Deucalion sighed, slipping off into the trees behind them.
"Do we actually need him?" Stiles huffed stopping Scott from following the older wolf for a moment.
"Yeah man, I think we do. He knows more about you and Alex that anyone else. Not only that but we are gonna need help to pull this off, someone who knows what they're doing. Especially if we want to do this, without anyone getting hurt" Scott answered honestly, clapping Stiles on the shoulder with a firm hand, causing him to follow after Scott a little reluctantly.
They quickly met up with Deucalion, "I've just received a message from your dad and Chris at the bunker. A few undesirables are lurking around, luckily they haven't managed to find the way in yet. They're gonna keep us updated, so don't worry" he said focusing mainly on Stiles.
"This night is turning into a complete dis-" Stiles started, but he was cut off mid-sentence, by the rumbling of an engine.
"Okay, let's go," Deucalion said quietly, his red eyes glowing in the dark woods, Scott and Stiles got the hint. Both of their eyes now glowing too, making it so much easier to make out everything around them.
'This ends tonight' Stiles thought to himself as they fought their way through the thick forest, now following Stiles and his 'Alex detector'.
The back of the car
As the car pulled away Alex felt a hand squeeze her hand tightly. "Are you okay?" Alex questioned quickly, turning to face Melissa.
Melissa smiled sadly, "That is typical you sweetheart, always worrying about everyone else," Melissa said truthfully, Alex looking away a little ashamed that she couldn't stop this. "I'm fine, thank's to you. But I'm not the one who was stabbed, how're you feeling?" Melissa questioned moving her spare hand to rest over the wound.
'You're one to talk' Alex thought to herself, with a small inward laugh, "I'll be okay. Still hurts like all hell, but I'm still alive thanks to you, as usual," Alex smiled, squeezing her hand back.
Alex looked around the car for a moment, a frown quickly forming on her face when she realised someone was missing, "Where's my uncle? What have you done with Derek?" Alex asked trying to keep her voice calm and as even as possible.
"Keep quiet" a man in the front seat grumbled.
Alex released Melissa's hand, not wanting to hurt her as she felt the anger inside her building. "I said where the fuck is Derek?! I'm talking to the organ grinder, not the monkey!" Alex spat, catching the woman's eyes in the rearview mirror.
The woman smirked at her, seemingly impressed with Alex's attitude. "He's safe" she answered calmly.
Alex was having none of it however, she raised her eyebrows and shifted in her seat, her gold eyes unmoving from the women. "Did I stutter? We both know I could jump across this seat and kill all of you, so answer my question. Where. Is. Derek?" Alex asked again her tone dangerously calm compared to a moment ago.
The woman in the front chuckled, "I like you" the woman admitted with a smirk, before continuing "Yes, you're right you could kill us. But we both know you won't, otherwise, you would have already. I do respect you, Alexandria, but make no mistake. I am the one in charge right here and right now, one wrong move from you I will put a bullet in your friend's brain" the woman informed her simply, her words and voice made Alex's blood boil with rage, but she was right. Alex would never do anything that would risk Melissa's life.
"That being said, as a sign of good faith your uncle with be returned to you once we arrive" she informed Alex, but something didn't sit right with Alex, why return him at all, why were they even bringing Derek and Melissa, what about Deaton?
"Alive?" Alex questioned sceptically.
"Of course" the woman replied, with a smile which unsettled Alex to her very core.
"What about Deaton? The vet?" Alex questioned, confused to why he hadn't been mentioned.
Alex could have sworn she heard an angry growl come from the front seat, "You have a lot of questions don't you" the woman stated beginning to sound a little irritated, to say the least. "He got away," she said shortly, her tone clipped.
Alex smiled to herself a little, then she remembered her mother and her heart broke all over again. A lone tear rolled down her cheek and she felt a hand on her arm, along with a gentle squeeze. She covered Melissa's hand with her own, the tears beginning to fall more freely but she had to know, whether or not it made her sound weak she didn't care.
"Why? Why did you kill my mother?" Alex questioned threw her tears, her voice coming out a little more croaky than she would have liked it too.
"It was necessary" the woman sighed.
"What the hell does that mean?" Alex exclaimed loudly.
"When you are able to, that may be a question best asked of your father" she replied quickly.
"What the hell? Why would I ask Peter?" Alex questioned paired with the anger she still had for her father she almost shot out of her seat.
"We did it under his instruction, all will be clear very soon. Now enough talking" the woman argued stiffly, pulling down a midsection divide between the back and front of the car.