DEREK/STILES AND DYLAN/TYLER H POST!
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ugh happy 30th part? also this is officially the longest thing I've ever written. It's over 16k now.
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Stiles went back inside while Derek got rid of the body. Seeing it was one thing, but touching it? Dragging it across the porch for more stuff to fall out as it moved. At least he didn’t dream, that’s all Stiles could say, because he’d have had nightmares for years after seeing that.
Had Derek been dealing with this for a while? Challenges, or whatever they were, from the alpha pack? No wonder he looked stressed. Stiles was surprised he was even sleeping with that sort of thing weighing heavy on his mind. It didn’t matter if he was part animal. That much death had to affect any human negatively.
The thing that stuck out most though was the fact that it was a dead animal. To challenge someone in werewolf land one apparently killed something and put it on their front porch. And well, Stiles was dead. He didn’t know why he was dead or why he came back. It scared him. Was he some sort of challenge too? From whatever, or whoever, killed him?
Derek came back through the door and Stiles ignored him. There was no dead animal if there was no evidence, right? And Stiles wanted to pretend there was no evidence on Derek’s body from it. He heard the shower turn on above him and relaxed, picking up his laptop to do some more research.
Derek came down later, freshly showered and in a new pair of clothes, and Stiles had just finished an article on puppy breeding from his self-medicated palate cleanser for the dead deer.
“It wasn’t there when you and Jackson got here, right?” Stiles asked when Derek sat down and picked his book up again.
Derek frowned, playing with the fold on a dog-eared page. “No. It wasn’t.”
It wasn’t the answer Stiles wanted, and it definitely wasn’t what Derek wanted. If it wasn’t there before, that meant it was placed there somewhere between when Isaac and Derek got back. And Derek didn’t sense it at all. Whoever did it could mask their scent, their footsteps, and the sound of their heartbeat among other things. They were far more powerful than Derek’s abilities, that was for sure, and that was frightening. Scott was Scott, but Derek had years on him to develop control and strength, and if Derek was no match against these alphas? The resident werewolves of Beacon Hills were done.
“What’s going to happen next?” he found himself asking. Stiles didn’t want the answer to that question, not really. He knew it wasn’t one he wanted.
Derek swallowed, unable to look Stiles in the eyes. “I respond to the challenge.”
“And if you don’t?”
“They continue and then…” Derek gestured at Stiles, unable to say the words, but Stiles understood it. He pointed at Stiles because Stiles was dead. Like the deer. If Derek didn’t respond to the challenge he would end up just like the deer.
“How will you win?” when your abilities are nothing compared to theirs?
Derek didn’t answer, and Stiles knew what that meant. Derek didn’t think he could win. Not with two pack members. Not when they were stronger, faster, and smarter. Hell, he didn’t even know where they were.
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