#wolf!derekhale

Dereksharpteeth could handle this strange alpha man just fine. As long as alpha man understood that Derek didn’t want a pack. He would stay here until he was healed, and then he had to trust that the alpha man would let him out. 

Alpha man tries for a little longer but to no avail. Derek does not want to play today. 

“I can’t see what’s wrong if you won’t let me close.” Alpha man sighs when he’s given a second warning that Derek does not want to play today. 

“Scott, I just got some new info from deaton.” A voice says. Derek perks up, how did someone sneak up on him? Where are they? 

“Woah there-” Alpha man shows a shiny box to Derek. There’s a face on it. “It’s just Stiles. No need to go on full alert.” This... Stiles creature tilts it’s head from where it’s picture sits inside the box. 

“Hey... you’re not so scary huh? I bet you’d let Scotty here look at you. Won’t cha?”

“He’s not just some dog, Stiles. He’s a werewolf.”

“One who’s been shifted for over a week. Yeah. I know. Did you forget I brought him in?” The wolf likes this man better, even though he is much smaller than alpha man, he challenges the alpha fiercely. He moves a bit closer to investigate the shining box.

“Yeah, by the way. Still not happy about that. You’re lucky he wasn’t feral.”

The Stiles has words that bite and Derek realizes this must be one of alpha man’s pack. It’s a shame. He likes the beta’s voice. His sharp words would be good for biting bad plant-smelling-men. The box makes a sound and the beta disappears from the box. 

Derek doesn’t see why a beta would be inside a box. How does it hunt if it’s trapped in there? Is the alpha man keeping his beta in a box like Derek? 

Is the little forest with the big walls and the broken hole that only opens and closes for alpha man also a tiny box like that? He snorts out a sound of displeasure at the alpha. That is not good alpha behavior. Mama would be a lot better at this. 

His heart aches for mama and his pack. Long gone in a cloud of smoke that still filled Derek’s lungs. The moment passes though. Because unlike dereksoftandbroken, he is strong and tough. He’s not a pup anymore, and the past stays where it is. 

“Do you like talking to Stiles? Y’know, if you changed back I’m sure he’d love to come say hi.” The alpha man is closer now. He’s snuck up on him while Derek was investigating the box where the beta lives. It smells like alpha man, and lightening. 

He hopes the beta is okay. The wolf knows too well what lightening can do. 

“Easy...” Alpha man soothes his hackles but Derek turns to snap at him. Alpha’s eyes glow at him with a warning growl. 

Oh he shouldn’t have done that. 

Derek does not want alpha man to think he’s challenging him, so he bares his throat but he’s not very happy about it either. If he were not still healing, it’s tempting to fight the alpha man, because the wolf doesn’t fancy his cage at all. 

“Jeez. Look man, we know you were probably attacked by something but if you don’t let me just see what your injuries are, you could just make them worse- you’re not listening are you?” Derek pauses from the curious grasshopper that had been hopping around his nose when the alpha man makes an annoyed growl. 

He growls in kind, if only to show he’s not intimidated by this cub. Derek wonders why the alpha is so young. He has a vague memory of another young alpha that smelled like home. That too, is gone in a haze of memories the wolf hides from. He hides from them because they belong to dereksoftandbreakable and those are always things best kept in the dark. 

The alpha man stays for a while longer, watching him closely in a way that makes him want to curl away in his den. He  has a makeshift one, over in the far corner away from where he’s sat with the alpha man. He can’t leave this cub alone in his territory, borrowed as it may. He just couldn’t. 

“Are you seriously just going to stare at him? How is that supposed to get him to let you close?” The voice comes from the heavens this time. It startles the wolf and he’s on his feet in seconds. 

“Jesu- Stiles! I was getting somewhere! Now he’s all red alert again!”

“...Sorry..” The bashful tone is sheepish at best, a vocal way of baring the owners throat. Derek chuffs as he runs a perimeter trying to find the intruder. Surely the skies did not have voices, if they did why had they waited so long to talk to Derek?

“Who even let you on the mic?” The alpha man starts moving, but Derek growls deeply at him in warning. He hasn’t found the intruder yet, this man can’t leave yet! He might have some kind of plan involving sneaky voices and hiding in the brushes of the small forest. 

“Danny was on break. Wow, you’re not kidding he’s jumpy as hell.”

“No kidding. Just- Shut up already!” The alpha is angry at his beta’s voice. Derek thinks it sounds familiar but there are no new smells on the stuffy air. The alpha smells of anxiety though, and he watches the man closely. He’s hiding something, surely. Where is that second voice?

Does this alpha cub really wish to trap Derek again? He’s already in the small forest box. Soon will the alpha man shove him into a small shining box like the Stiles from before? 

Derek’s already an omega, he doesn’t want to be squished into a shiny box too!

“Easy. No one’s here but you and me, alright? That’s just my stupid friend who is supposed to be in the tech lab. Remember? From my phone?”

 The alpha man waves the shiny box again. It seems a little careless for the beta inside, Derek growls louder. An alpha should not wave their betas around in boxes! 

“I don’t think that’s working, Scott. Just come out and feed this guy so we can get out of here. It’s already passed 9:30!” The intruding voice comes back. Where is it coming from?! Still, there are no scents on the air, and no heartbeats inside his little forest except for the alpha. 

“Stiles, I swear to god. Shut up before you give the thing a heart attack!”

“Look I’ll just open the doors and-”

“Wait don’t!” The alpha yells but Derek can hear the signature sound the hole makes when the alpha goes through it. Freedom is calling his name. 

Injuries would heal whether he ran or waited in the small forest where this strange alpha man came and went. He’s out the doors and in a startling bright corridor as the echoes of a howl call after him. 

No. No he doesn’t want to stay in the box. He does not like being trapped. 

Bad smelling plants and lightening come with being trapped. Men with sticks that bite and words that hurt more than teeth. They strapped his soft and breakable body down- 

The wolf gnashes it’s teeth and slips through another hole in the wall when a flustered woman opens it. He doesn’t look back as she squawks much like the crows of his old territory. Derek craves for his forest where it is not closed off by walls and alphas who leave too much. 

“Attention all staff this is a code yellow on in the southern Lupus wing.” This voice also comes from the heavens. Derek doesn’t care for the words it tells him, they’re too alien and metallic for him to care. Voices and heartbeats are all around him. It’s too much to think of anything but escape. 

Must get out. Must get free. Must hide. Run. Run away Derek! Get out of here! They’ll kill you! Please Der- The wolf does not  recognize the woman that the memory shows him. But the feeling is familiar, running desperately on his four legs, paws aching as the unnaturally hard white ground beats against his feet. There is no dirt and grass to sink his claws into here. 

That’s okay. He has experience in escaping. 

The wolf tries to ignore how his hind leg twinges still. How his belly churns at the excessive running. The hallway is ending soon, there are no more doors open for him to slide through. The footsteps are getting closer, the alpha howls to him rudely. 

‘come back right now’ It calls, as if Derek were some cub of his pack. As if.