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Stiles~

We've stopped for the night at the only place available a cheap motel, and we found out there's only one bed available.Since we both need our rest we decided to take it.We hardly said anything to each other we were both stressed for tomorrow since we both know it's going to be hectic and we will be able to find two of our friends. Derek grabbed a pillow without saying a work and sprawled out on the couch.I went to bed feeling horrible that he has to suffer the discomfort of the lumpy couch. After an hour of Derek shuffling and trying to get comfortable I let out a sigh," Derek come and sleep here.We both need to be prepared for tomorrow, it's a big day.It's for the sake of our pack so don't argue." When he didn't respond I thought he was sleeping and I had just made a complete ass out of myself but after a few minutes he gathered his bedding and joined me.We both laid with our backs turned to each other.A few minutes later I heard Derek's breathing even out and soft snores he was out, and not long after my eyelids felt heavy as well.I felt myself drift off as well.Derek, in his sleep, slung his arm around my waist.Who knew he was a cuddler. I may act all tough when he's conscious but I also want us to be something so I know I can blame the result of this on sleep, so I push my body back fit into his.I just realized I am a fan of spooning. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

A loud beeping resulted in me waking up, and me being the klutz I am, tangled in the sheets fell right off the bed. I laid there for a few seconds processing what just happened until I heard laughter."Shut up, Derek. I was in a deep sleep.It's a normal reaction." I grunted.Annoyed that my misfortune amused him.I hear him shuffling. I take a deep breath as the anticipation for what is to be the outcome follows, the anxiety and fear.I'm sure Derek smells it because he goes still all of a sudden. So I knew he knew why I'm feeling this way, he is probably the same. "Today is going to be something isn't it." the silence and noise of agreement confirmed my suspicions that we are feeling the same thing.

After a quick shower and breakfast, we headed to the woods, and now we are at the entrance.It's creepy looking even from the outside.The trees are extremely tall, they are so many, and they do not lack in girth nor length they hardly allow sunlight to enter.The weather is hot but as we step foot in the wood(we decided to proceed on foot since there was no opening big enough for the jeep to fit and it would attract too much attention), an icy breeze hits us.It's freezing and hard for my human body to handle. I have my pouch in my hand to grab a weapon, and when I trained before I learned stealth, it becomes useful in situations like this.

Derek sniffs the air to catch a scent, and I desperately want to crack a dog joke, but I don't need to be a werewolf to know that he isn't in a mood that can handle it. "I can smell pack. It's faint and well hidden with the scents that are lingering around and attempting to mask it." I feel something that feels an awful lot like hope bubble up in my chest; I think it's because just knowing that some of the pack mates are close.I am hot on Derek's heels.I try not to stay more than an inch apart away from him.Derek's careful to stay hidden.He is extra light on his feet, trying to move swiftly yet quietly to go unnoticed, his movements are graceful they contradict my normal movements, seeking to mimic Derek's actions is a challenge.I may have trained and practiced stealth, but this is a whole new territory.I follow Derek through the creepy woods, taking in the surroundings, once again.Just by briefly examining it you can tell there is something seriously wrong in the forest and there has been misfortune all over.

I get pulled out of my thoughts when Derek instantaneously stills, and I bump lightly into his back when I attempt stopping.Fear starts to creep into my being.I hear a growl, and it's not coming from Derek.The loud, deep, threatening growl persists.I gather up enough courage to slightly angle my head so I can see the source of the deadly noise. When my eyes focus on the creature I am lost for words, it's a mutant.A werewolf that is tainted chemicals is the only explanation for such a creature.It's in full wolf form, yet it stands on its legs.It has a snarl and glowing green eyes; the eye colour is something I have never read nor seen any wolf have.I take in a shaky breath, feeling helpless, even with my weapons and training when faced with an actual threat it's much more frightening than anticipating or creating the scene in your memory as you have no result on the outcome.The creature is three times bigger than Derek's Alpha form and has a hideous appearance, long claws, and ugly face.The sight of it provokes a gag.It stares at us both with an angry, hungry expression.Humanity, the ability to reason, and understand is nowhere to be seen in the creature.It crouches and gets ready to attack, and as soon as it does a familiar growl is then produced, and I notice Derek is in his Alpha form, snarling at the creature. "Stay back," he say, his words are muffled due to his fangs, and with the current situation, I dare not argue. He pounces on the creature, claws out and aiming straight for the throat.It quickly dodges and tries to return the favor by aiming to scratch at Derek's back.He ducks just in time.They continue snarling at each other and creating a circle with their movement and challenging each other with their eyes.The creature leaps into the air, and in a toad-like motion, it hops so fast onto Derek that neither one of us saw it coming and before Derek even had the time to retaliate or process the events, it scratches his chest and blood oozes out of his wounds.Derek goes limp, and my heart stops. The love of my life just died in front of my eyes. The anger I have towards the creature for preventing my from seeing my friends is now no longer there; anger is gone.What I feel now is pure rage and hate. I know I am not in my senses.I look at the monster, and it stares back at me, and for the first time I see some emotion, it sounds an awful lot like fear. I have so many skills, but they were all rendered useless when the time came.

I let Derek get attacked, and there was nothing I could do. The monster speaks all of a sudden, which takes me by surprise it's inhumane voice, "Warlock."