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Erica and Boyd push Stiles behind them at the sight before them. The group of weres surrounding of them all flash red eyes. It takes everything left in them to stay standing and not crumble under the Alphas stare.
Stiles starts babbling, his voice a steady whine. ‘Great from one group of psychos to another. Like my night wasn’t sucking enough. Would you two stop protecting me. Come one man. I just got us out of that stupid torture basement. Like really… really now.”
Erica waves her hand behind her at him. Long fangs slur her whispered words. “Stiles, shut up.”
“No Erica I will not shut up. Jesus what now, you guys gonna take a few chunks out of us next?”
“This didn't work on those hunters but come on my Dad is the Sheriff, he is so NOT going to be happy after this.”
“Stop your whinging boy. You're the human that decided to run with wolves.” Deucalion growled, “You are Sheriff Stilinski's son?” He looks Stiles up and down and smirks. “I can see it.
Pushing past the two teenage betas, he places a hand on Stiles neck, black lines immediately start flowing up his arms and Stiles sways and almost collapses only to find himself hoisted up and into the wolf's arms.
“Wow” he slurs, “That's the good, good.”
“We are not going to “take a few chunks out of you” Deucalion sighs. “Kali please take these two and get them fixed up. I can smell the wolfsbane in their wounds. Morrell will be back at the house with Cora. Introduce her to her Brothers Beta’s we are speeding up our plans.”
Realizing they don’t need to protect Stiles, Erica and Boyd are now leaning against each other holding each other up. Erica makes a pinched face. “Brothers Beta’s.. Derek’s sister is dead?”
The twins move in to help the two. Talking in low voices. “It’s going to be ok. Morrel will have you guys all fixed up and then Cora can get to know you. She’s Derek's younger sister, everyone thought she was dead.”
Deucalion holds Stiles in his arms and smiles. “Ennis, let's take this boy home and have a chat with his father. I haven't seen Noah in a long time, this could be interesting.”
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“Stiles!” The sheriff shouts as he makes his way into the house. “Are you here? Jesus kid, where are you?”
He stops and reaches for his gun when he sees a man's silhouette step into the front hall with him. “Who are you?” He asks, reaching over to flick on the light.
The man quickly raises his hands, and Noah notices that he was wearing sunglasses in the darkened room that he slides off with a smile.
Noah can’t believe his eyes or his ears, a face from his past stands before him, as the other speaks with his deep voice and light English accent.
“Hello Noah, It's been awhile?”
Deucalion has aged, the lines on his face more furrowed, hair shorter and a bit of scruff on his chin. Noah stumbles back and removes his hand from his gun. As memories flood back.
Sneaking out of his fathers home, getting changed in a gas station toilet so he could sneak into the new club in town, The Jungle. Meeting an amazing, interesting older man and wanting to spend every minute with him.
The memory of being caught in the alley of the club by a police raid, and being marched home. His father took one look at his short shorts and crop top and beat him almost senseless before tossing him into his room and telling him to pack. He left for the military the next morning and his life had changed course completely..
Noah shakes his head to clear it. “What are you doing here Duke, are you involved in my son disappearing? Did you hurt him?”
“He is ok Noah, I found him and two others. I brought him home. A lot has happened. He’s ok but hurt.” Deuc waves the sheriff over and points into the darkened living room. “He’s resting now. But we have much we need to discuss.”