#angry alpha

Derek slowed down after twenty minutes and ordered Stiles to keep quiet. They were in a strange area, perhaps an old farm judging from the high grass, the demolished wooded construction and so on.

“Over there,” murmured Derek, leading Stiles at the back of a hangar. There was a hole in the wall where Derek entered. Stiles crawled in on his knees, trying to make as little noise as possible. They hid behind boxes and sat there.

“What…”

Derek’s hand came directly to his mouth, silencing him.

There were people in the hangar. Lots of people including Talia. The kids could see through the boxes and leaned close, arms touching.

“We’re here to discuss Ennis’ clan,” said Talia.

"What about Ennis himself?" Asked a woman. She was stunning and terrifying at the same time.

"He killed someone my pack had to protect. We are dealing with it as our traditions let us do. We have an agreement with the hunters..."

"We cannot trust them!" Shot the woman.

"I remember when you were not the most diplomatic alpha, Talia," said a man.

"Deucalion, you met me before I built my pack, before I was given the protection of Beacon Hills, before my children. We learnt concession. I agree with Kali on one point: I have no trust in Gerard Argent. His leader, Victoria, could be convinced by him to oppose us. My husband is testing another path though, with his son, Victoria s husband. And we will be cautious about them."

"I like the way you think, Talia."

"Please, have your honey moon after the meeting!"

The woman paced nervously. She was joined by another one, who simply put her hands on her shoulder to calm her.

"We need to begin the meeting, alpha."

Suddenly, Stiles recognized Beacon Hills veterinarian behind Talia. He spoke then;

"Let us keep ourselves known before protecting our owns."

And Talias’, Deucalions’ and Kalis’ faces changed. Their noses, their cheeks, their eyes so red... They had fangs.

"Derek," shuttered Stiles, feeling his legs falling under him. Derek took him in his arms (too strong arms, too warm arms) and let them sit on the cold floor. The wolves continued talking, about humans, packs without leaders, betas and omegas. About hunters and death. The only thing Stiles could think about was that his friend may not be human. And that frightened him as well as it fascinated him.

They stayed silent and unmoving for a long time. The meeting must have ended since the place seemed empty after mostly twenty minutes. And then Stiles saw two pairs of furry legs just in front of his nose.

"I think, Mr. Hale, that your mother is angry with you. She asks for you to change and show your friend your beta and your complete form, since you wanted him to know."

The voice was the one of the veterinarian. Beaton or Deaton? Something like that.

Anyway he took Stiles by the hand and forced him to leave Derek s arm. The teen was not happy with the turn of events, though his anger was directed to his mother rather than to him.

"I wanted to show him anyway," he said while undressing himself.

His face was deformed in a strange way. His eyes were of a bright blue that made Stiles sad, though he didn’t know why. There was no shame in the way Derek stood naked before him, unable to close his mouth because of his fangs. Then his shape changed again. That was more difficult to see. Derek looked like he was in pain and when he fell down, Stiles tried to reach him. Deaton managed to keep him still and Talia (since it was her) growled at him.

Another growl answered to hers. In front of Stiles was a large black wolf. It was smaller than Talia but still big. Its head could nuzzle in Stiles armpit without difficulties. That s what it did in fact before turning around Stiles, scenting him and reassuring too. Stiles let a hand fall on its fur, feeling its softness. He caressed it up to its head, its nose. The wolf opened his mouth and Stiles fingers entered, just a bit, to feel its fangs. Never in his life had Stiles seen something so beautiful.

"You are fantastic, Derek," he said, knowing his words could not express how he was feeling. Beautiful wasn’t even close to the reality. Stiles had always liked wild animals. He couldn’t have a dog, but then a dog felt too domesticated for him. He still was a child at heart and imagining his life if he had been a boy raised by wolves was still one of his fantasies. And there was so much more than that.

“I’ll be on my way,” told Deaton, but Stiles didn’t care.

Talia was already leaving the hangar and Derek followed him, Stiles near him. The boy’s hand didn’t leave the wolf’s neck for a second. They trotted behind the alpha as the snow began falling down again.

The mansion was farther than Stiles thought, and by the time they arrived in the garden, Derek was lightly pushing him ahead, as the boy felt tired. His feet were cold and he was dreaming about something hot like soup or tea or a real big pizza. With lots of cheese.

But they were welcomed by two angry men. Well, Mr. Hale didn’t seem angry but he looked worried. Peter Hale was furious, a blank white mask on his face, pale as a ghost and with his eyes plain gold.

“This day wasn’t the time! Not now, not when we have so serious business!”

He was shouting at everyone. Stiles didn’t know if he was furious at him, for being here, at Derek, because it was kind of his fault (ok no, Stiles was feeling guilty too), or at his sister, even if she was his alpha.

“Stay calm, Peter. Go prepare some clothes for the boys,” ordered Mr. Hale. Then he looked back at Talia, who was slowly turning back human, and bared his neck.

“I was the one who invited Stiles to come to us today, I didn’t know he would have gone directly to you.”

“Derek guided him,” answered Talia.

Stiles had to turn his gaze not to see her entire nudity.

“And what, Franck? You thought that if I agree to introduce Stiles, I would be more opened to this girl you want to give the bit to? Yes, I see what you wanted to do…”

“Talia, it’s not like this.”

“Shut up! I’m not in the mood.”

She walked to her husband and, though he was taller, she looked so much more important than him.

“Since Stiles is here, since he knows and since I won’t kill him, we’ll make a proper introduction this evening. He’s going through the whole schedule too, sleeping with us, living with us and being here for the next full moon. Though I would have liked a lot to have his father agree, because it is dangerous, and I really didn’t think it was the right time.”

She sighed, looking, for the first time, almost human. Her gaze went from her husband to her son, and then to Stiles.

“Don’t be afraid, Genim Stilinski. I have a whole community to protect here. Not just my family, but the city too, and every lonely creature that would seek protection from me. I can’t let myself be led by my love or affection. It’s too dangerous. Now go upstairs with my idiot of a son. I think you’ll need to speak. But nothing about the life of our community, understand Derek? It’s my part to do and I want to do it right.”

She sighed.

“The alphas I met today… I trust Deucalion, but Kali is a filthy one. I don’t want to know what I would have told your father if she had found you. Because believe me, between hurting you and biting you, I don’t know what she would have chosen. Only the fear of hunters grounds her.”

With that she disappeared in the house.

Stiles looked sheepishly at Mr. Hale but he was not in the mood for any support.