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New Blood - 20

Warnings: SMUT!!! It’s brief, sweet and long overdue, but it’s still SMUT!!<3

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Alina was hesitant as she knocked on the large slide door, pulling it open and peeking her head inside, finding no one there, making her step further into the apartment, closing the sliding door behind her before walking towards the table that was in front of the large windows to the small balcony. “Derek?” she called out, looking around only to turn to the round metal staircase as she heard footsteps, her eyes locking with his and he hesitantly approached, walking down the steps and approaching her, Alina giving him a small smile as she leaned against the metal table. “Hey” she murmured, Derek approaching with a faint smile “hey” he responded softly, Alina’s smile widening a little “so… You’re leaving with Cora” she stated and he nodded “yeah, I am… listen, Alina, I just-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, I understand. Is she upstairs packing?”

“No, actually. She said she needed some time alone…”

“Makes sense, a lot has happened” Alina stated with a small sigh, her eyes roaming his face, scanning his features, trying to lock all those features away in the depth of her mind so she’d never forget what he looked like. “I’m gonna miss you, you know, even though you can seriously be an asshole” she stated with a small smirk and Derek smirked right back at her with that charming, heartbreaking smirk that made her stomach flutter “it won’t be for forever. I’ll come back.”

“Yeah? I told my dad and brother that too” she admitted quietly before pushing herself off of the table so she wasn’t leaning on it. “Well, I just wanted to say goodbye. Take care of yourself” she stated with a fond smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek when he turned his head deliberately, his lips meeting hers, his hand cupping her face and she hummed quietly, kissing him back, her arms wrapping around the back of his neck as she leaned into the kiss, enjoying the way his hands felt on her, one cupping her face while the other held her waist, pulling her closer against him. 

At some point, the kiss deepened and she felt the cold metal of the table against her back, her shirt riding up, allowing the cold metal to touch her skin and she gasped at the sensation, Derek using the opportunity to gently explore her mouth with his tongue, he could hear her heart racing, just as she could hear his and she broke the kiss to begin kissing down his neck, his eyes shut as she practically worshiped his neck, Derek turning his head to allow her more space, his hands already tugging up her shirt, his hands skimming along the newly revealed skin. She leaned back from him to look up at him, a faint smile on her lips as she leaned up, her lips meeting his in a featherlight kiss before growing heavier, his hands pulling her shirt up the rest of the way, the two of them parting only so he could pull the shirt off of her, their lips meeting again and she let out a breathy moan when one of his hands moved between her legs, fingers toying with her through the material of her underwear and pants, his lips trailing down her neck, her hands lifting up his shirt to run her hands over his toned stomach. Her hands moved to his belt, hands desperately trying to undo it as he did the same with her pants, his hand diving under her underwear the second he could, his fingers running through her soaked folds and he growled quietly when he felt how wet she was for him, Alina putting her head on his shoulder, eyes shut as he began to rub gentle circles around her clit, her hands finally undoing his belt and pants enough for her to slide her hand in, her fingers wrapping around his half-hard cock, pumping it ever so slightly and Derek groaned into her neck, his fingers speeding up and in return she pumped him faster, squeezing a little every time she reached the head.

Suddenly he pulled away from her, his lips back on hers as he picked her up, moving her to the bed and throwing her on it like a ragdoll, a smirk on her lips that told him just how much she liked that and he leaned over her, his lips back on hers as he placed himself between her legs, grinding his hard, clothed cock against her clothed core until finally they both couldn’t take it anymore. Derek leaned back on his heels and ripped his shirt off, Alina tearing off her bra before working on pushing down her underwear and pants, Derek helping her halfway, leaning down, gripping the clothes and pulling them down slowly, trailing kisses all along her thighs and legs as he did until they were off, thrown somewhere to the side. The second they were out of the way, he leaned down, kissing her stomach, about to move lower but she stopped him, making him look up at her “as much as I want that, I don’t want to wait anymore and trust me, I’m fucking ready alright” she admitted and he smirked, moving up and kissing her again, Alina helping shove down his underwear and pants, just enough so he could pull them off himself, throwing them somewhere else, probably to join the other piles of clothes and Alina’s mouth watered when she saw his hard cock and his leaking tip, reaching a hand down, grasping him in her palm and stroking him, her lips still locked with Derek’s as she guided his tip towards her hole, Derek following, gently pushing inside and Alina wrapped her legs around him, her hand moving to be out of the way and she gasped and moaned as she felt him stretch her, every inch felt heavenly and she moaned when he bottomed out, her head thrown back as he adorned her neck and collar bones with kisses and small bites, his hips beginning a fast and rough pace immediately when he felt her move her hips against him.

Both of them knew that they weren’t going to last long, it had been almost a year now with this tension between them, thick and heavy and ignored because the timing was never right, for both of them. And an evil druid witch was his girlfriend for a while so that was sort of in the way too.

Derek shifted his hips and Alina moaned loudly at the new angle, Derek smirking against her skin as he continued at that angle, hitting that special spot inside of her and she could barely breathe, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she held him tighter, his bare chest rubbing against her hard nipples as his hips thrust into her, his pace becoming more sloppy and urgent and he lifted his head from the crook of her neck, both of their eyes locked together as he pounded into her, her brows knitted and her nails clawed at his back. As one of his hands cupped her face, it trailed down, down her chin, intending for her breast but when it brushed against her neck, he felt the way she squeezed him and he decided to wrap his hand around her throat instead, applying the smallest amount of pressure and her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a strangled moan, her nails continuing to claw at his back, his hips pistoning his cock in and out of her, urged on by the stinging pain of her nails on his back and the tight warmth of her cunt around his cock, squeezing him so deliciously. Soon that coil in Alina’s stomach snapped, a loud moan making it’s way past her lips, her walls convulsing around him and he groaned, burying himself in her to the hilt, panting heavily as he spilled himself into her, his hand letting go of her neck as he was half on top of her, both of them slowly coming down from their respective peaks, Alina’s eyes still shut as she panted, her arms still wrapped around him until she noticed that her fingers was coated in something. 

She opened her eyes and looked past him to her hand above him, a gasp leaving her and she quickly pushed him up and out of her, ignoring the sore, warmth feeling from his cock leaving her, a frown on her brows as she looked at her hand, her claws grown out and she tried to turn Derek around, babbling apologies but he just grabbed her hands, making her look at him “it’s fine” he stated with a smile and she frowned. “But-... I hurt you… that’s not ‘fine’!”

“It happens” he stated with slight amusement, a look on his face like he was about to crack open with laughter and she frowned even more at him “what?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing-”

“What??”

“It’s just-... your eyes. But it happens, it’s okay” he stated and she quickly scrambled off the bed to her pants, getting her phone out of her pocket, using the black screen and she noticed two yellow orbs glowing back at her, making her look over her shoulder at Derek “is this going to happen every time??”

“No” Derek admitted while laying on his side, a shit-eating grin on his face “just the first few times” he added and she glared lightly at him, scoffing before putting her phone away, moving over the bed to straddle him, leaning down “you can be a jerk, you know that, right?”

“I thought I was an asshole?”

“Yeah, well… you’ve been downgraded to a jerk for screwing my brains out” she admitted smugly, Derek’s lips parting in a grin as he flipped them around, pinning her to the bed as he leaned over her, his lips brushing over hers and she leaned up, connecting them and he eagerly kissed her back, his hand cupping her face. And then his phone rang. Both of them parted, Derek with a small growl and she thought he might honestly just crush his phone in his hand with the death glare that he sent it. He groaned as the phone kept ringing and he rolled off of Alina, picking up his pants from next to the bed and getting out his phone, taking it. “What?”

“Are you two done screwing?” Alina could barely hear Cora’s voice and her face turned bright red as Derek growled, mumbling something in a growl before ending the call and putting his phone away, looking over his shoulder at her, seeing her sit there with beet red cheeks and a large grin on her face, Derek’s lips parting in a grin too. Derek moved over to sit behind her as she sat at the edge of the bed, his lips trailing up and down her shoulder and neck and she smiled, closing her eyes in enjoyment, her nails back to normal instead of deadly claws and although she didn’t know it, her eyes were back to their usual color as well. “So…” she began, sighing lightly as she opened her eyes and turned to look over her shoulder at him before looking down “was this-... some-... goodbye thing, or-?”

“I’ll let you know where Cora and I will be staying and once I’ve settled her somewhere, I’ll come back. We can call and text, and visit” he mumbled against her shoulder and she smiled, leaning into him “I think I’d like that…” she murmured, Derek smiling against her skin, kissing her neck again and again “and, since I apparently won’t be able to have sex with a human for the next few times… maybe you could help me out with that too?” she asked smoothly with a smirk and Derek kissed his way up to her ear, placing a warm kiss right behind it and she shivered, eyes closing as warmth ran through her “I’ll take that as a yes… but it’ll have to wait, I think we should let your sister finish packing” she whispered with amusement, leaning down to pick up her shirt and pants, standing up to put her underwear back on when she felt a sudden sting, a loud yelp leaving her and she jumped around to see what had happened, only to see Derek smirking up at her, making her laugh briefly as she pushed him down on the bed, straddling his waist, her hands on his chest as she leaned down “but I guess she could wait a while longer…?”

“Definitely” he murmured against her lips and she giggled lightly, about to kiss him when a voice was heard from the other side of the door “no, I really can’t!” Cora shouted and Alina jumped off of Derek with wide doe-eyes, her heart racing as she quickly scrambled to put her clothes on, Derek doing the same, only at a much slower and casual pace. “Are you decent or am I going to be traumatized for the rest of my life?” Cora called out and Alina blushed, clearing her throat “no, we’re good- I mean, you’re good. I mean-”

“You can come in” Derek yelled, Alina nodding awkwardly, clearing her throat as she sighed “yeah” she muttered to herself, the large metal sliding door opening to reveal Cora and the dead look on her face as she eyed them “that took longer than I thought it would” she muttered, mostly to herself as she went into the apartment and towards the round metal stairs to the floor above, Alina sighing heavily “well…” she muttered, turning to face Derek “so… uh… right! I uh-... Scott says that you’re welcome in his, uh… pack thing, by the way” she stated softly and Derek nodded, approaching with a smirk “and you?”

“M-Me? W-Well yeah I’m welcome I mean he’s like my baby brother-”

“Alina.”

“Hm?”

“I meant if you wanted me there” Derek clarified and she nodded and blushed nervously. This was the Alina he could briefly remember in High School, flustered around any boy who talked to her, though granted most of it was teasing that teetered on the line of bullying and humiliation…

“Of course, you’ll always be my number one Alpha” she teased lightly and he scoffed with amusement “so you’re in Scott’s pack now?”

“Yeah, I guess I am… I’m still not sure what I am, but he promised he’d help me find out, my brother promised too…” she murmured, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her against his chest and she tried to suppress the large grin on her lips at the delicious feeling of his large hand on her waist and hips. “Take care…? I’ve lost too many people I care about…”

“I will… And I’ll come back. Until then,” he moved away from her to a desk near the bed, pulling out a drawer and retrieving something, walking back to her and showing her a key, making her frown. “What’s this?”

“A key.”

“Very funny” she rolled her eyes, Derek smirking at her “it’s the key to this place, my loft…”

“Wait, what?”

“I was hoping you could keep it safe for me, until I return…”

“Keep it safe?? Derek, I’ll renovate the whole place if you’re not careful” she half-joked and he smirked, leaning closer “I’d like that” he admitted in a whisper and she blushed, grinning ever so slightly “well, be careful with what you allow me to do” she teased before sighing “I have to go. I still haven’t really talked to my dad about the whole-... you know” she admitted with a wince, Derek smiling softly at her “it’ll be fine” he promised and she nodded “hope so. I’ll-... call?” she asked and Derek nodded, kissing her softly “any time” he reminded her before she had to go, a grin on her lips as she nodded and waved goodbye to him, leaving the apartment with a huge grin on her face.

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New Blood - 19

Warnings: A bit of fluff wrapped up with some angst before some more angst when meeting Agent McCall, whom Alina absolutely hates so that’ll be good lol.

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No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t ignore the stinging, the burning pain from her abdomen as she stood in line to the counter, jaw clenched, her gums sore and aching as she felt her control slipping due to the pain, until her number was called. It snapped her out of her trance and she approached the counter, putting the bandages, packs of gauze, antibiotics, rubbing alcohol and bandaids on the counter, already getting out her wallet as the teenage guy slowly scanned the items with a worried look on his face, making her blush a little “it’s uh… that time of the month” she lied sheepishly, not sure if he’d buy it since she was buying everything except for period products, but he seemed less horrified and she paid for everything, watching him put it in a bag and give her her receipt. She hurried out of the store and back towards Derek’s loft, her gut aching from the wounds but she made it, a few beads of sweat running down her forehead as she nearly reached the sliding door, only for Isaac to yank it open, yell something at Derek and then yank it shut, turning to walk away when he saw her stand there, a frown on her brows. “He’s doing nothing… Scott and Stiles are out there, trying to figure this out, trying to save your dad and Melissa and he’s doing nothing!”

“Isaac” she sighed softly, walking over to him, reaching up and hugging him tightly, sighing lightly until she felt some of the pain fade, Alina quickly stepping back and out of the embrace “Isaac!” she scolded as the black veins on his arms creeped back and he sighed heavily “you’re in pain! Let me help-”

“Isaac, sweetie, I’m fine. It’ll just take longer to heal, but I’m okay. Call Stiles, he could use another paw, I’ll talk to you soon” she stated with a fond smile before walking by him, pulling open the sliding door with a sigh, closing it once she was inside the loft. “Well, I think I scared a teenage boy from girls for at least a few years” she stated to try and lift the mood, stopping halfway inside the loft when she saw that Peter was standing in the room like he had been talking to Derek about something she probably wouldn’t approve of. “Wonderful” Peter muttered with sarcasm and Alina rolled her eyes, walking over to Cora and the bed she was on. She moved around to the other side of the bed, kneeling down on the low mattress, wincing a little in pain before putting the bag on the bed, Derek frowning at her. “You’re not healing?”

“I’m fine.”

“Alina-”

“It’s okay.”

“Alina. Show me” he demanded in a soft voice and Alina glanced at a pale and unconscious Cora before sighing, leaning back and pulling off her shirt with a wince of pain, leaving her only in her bandaged abdomen and black bra from the waist and up. “See? They’re not bleeding anymore-”

“Alina” Derek warned and she sighed, hesitantly reaching for the bandages, slowly peeling them off, removing the gauze underneath to reveal the wounds, looking away with slight annoyance “see? I’m fine-”

“Alina, they’re infected” Derek pointed out and she frowned, looking down at her wounds and sure enough, they were infected. Not dangerously so but it definitely wasn’t fun either. “Is-... that normal?”

“No” Peter stated and both Alina and Derek turned to look at him, making him nod and take a small step back. “It doesn’t matter. I got some antibiotics, I thought we could try those on Cora, I think I’ll try and take a look at her head, I have some gauze for the black goo around her lips and-” she cut herself off as Derek took the bag and looked through it, pulling out each thing until he found the bandages and rubbing alcohol, Alina sighing “yeah, that was more for stocking up because-... Derek, what are you doing? Derek-”

“Lay down.”

“What? No!”

“Lay. Down” his eyes glowed red and she glared at him but obeyed, laying down next to motionless Cora “Derek, you should focus on Cora-”

“Shut up” he interrupted, opening the package with gauze, using some rubbing alcohol on them before leaning over Alina’s wounds, glancing at her briefly and she nodded with a heavy sigh of annoyance. Slowly he began to clean and dab at the wounds, cleaning the infection and Alina hissed a little at the pain, turning her head to look at Cora and she couldn’t help but reach over, grabbing Cora’s hand and black veins slowly began to crawl up Alina’s arm afterwards, Alina shutting her eyes tightly as she took as much of Cora’s pain as possible while enduring her own. “Careful” Peter warned, snapping Alina out of her concentration and she let go of Cora, looking over at Peter who gave her a warning look with sincere eyes, Alina sighing heavily, looking up at the ceiling, wincing every now and then as Derek continued to clean the wounds. “You shouldn’t strain yourself so much. Not when you’re still healing.”

“I thought I wasn’t” she stated, Derek glaring lightly at her before going back to cleaning them, carefully taking some clean gauze and placing it over the wounds, gently pressing down with one hand while helping her sit up with the other. Derek gently took her right hand, placing it over the gauze where his own hand had been, his skin burning warm against hers and she blushed, looking away as she kept her hand where he wanted, feeling the bandages slowly and firmly wrapping around her, over her hand, behind her back, back around again and after two or three times she let go of the gauze, keeping her hands out of the way, trying to calm her heart as he occasionally leaned closer each time he had to wrap the bandages behind her and back in front of her again. She knew he could hear her heart race, how fast it was beating, like a war drum against her chest, breath shaky as his hands gently secured the bandages, hands firm and steady and he looked up at her, their eyes locked, his blue orbs locked with her brown ones and she could swear that she could feel his breath on her lips. “Please, guys, get a room” Peter complained, snapping Alina out of her state and she quickly looked to the side awkwardly, while Derek was actually close to murdering his uncle, his jaw clenched as he raised a single brow at his uncle, silently telling his uncle to fuck off before he tore out his throat. With his teeth, this time. Peter raised his hands in surrender and backed up, Derek sighing subtly, hanging his head a little before finishing securing the bandages, looking up at her as she kept her head to the side.

She pressed her lips together in a thin line, a thin smile as she looked back at Derek, both of them still so close and she studied him, unable to keep her eyes from flickering to his lips. “I should-... probably put my shirt back on” she whispered softly, Derek blinking, leaning an inch away as he nodded a little, reaching behind her and picking up her shirt, giving it to her and she gave him another tight-lipped smile as she gently took it, mouthing ‘thank you’ as he backed up and stood up, giving her room to put on her shirt. 

She gave him a soft smile before getting some fresh gauze after putting on her shirt, turning to Cora and leaned over, gently wiping the black goo vomit from her lips, her touch gentle and careful and so considerate, Derek watching with his heart racing in his chest, arms crossed over his chest. “She’s still so weak” Alina muttered with a frown, sighing as she looked back at Derek and Peter “she’s not getting any better…” Alina noted, looking back at Cora, a few tears forming in her eyes and she let out a shaky breath, everything felt like it was crumbling, shattering into a million pieces, every single shard piercing her heart. Boyd, Erica, her dad and now Cora… Scott had joined the Alpha pack to get his mom and Noah back… everything felt fragmented.

“Alina?”

“Hm?”

“You should call your brother…” Derek spoke, making Alina frown, looking over her shoulder at her “what? Why?”

“You should be with him.”

“But-... Cora-”

“Alina.”

“I’m not abandoning you or her-!”

“I DON’T WANT YOU HERE!!” Derek shouted at the top of his lungs, Alina staring at him with wide eyes, tears blurring her vision as she shook her head “you don’t mean that…”

“I do. Leave. Now” he growled and she hesitated before standing up, slowly, as though her body was betraying her, disobeying her. “But-”

“How many times do I have to say it?! GET OUT! LEAVE!” he yelled again, his Alpha eyes red and Alina flinched, a few tears already rolling down her cheeks and she hesitantly backed up, grabbing her things and hurrying out of the loft and out onto the street, glancing up at the tall building to the top floor, a lump in her throat that she swallowed as she turned around and left.

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Alina hurried through the school hallways, nearly bumping into everyone until she saw some FBI agents, her heart starting to race and she looked around before approaching “I’m Alina Stilinski, I got a call about my dad’s car here. I’m looking for my brother, Mieczyslaw Stilinski.”

“In there, with Agent McCall.”

“Thank yo-...” Alina stopped herself, a frown forming on her brows, her eyes moving towards the class door the agent had pointed at and she hurried inside, opening the door and closing it behind her, hurrying over to Stiles who got off a desk as soon as he turned around and saw her, their arms wrapping around one another as she hugged him tightly. “Hey… you good?”

“Yeah… you?”

“Derek’s an ass” she muttered while still holding him, Stiles scoffing a little “yeah, well… tried to warn you” he muttered and she smiled, giving him a tight squeeze before letting go of him “pfft, when have I ever listened to you?” she asked teasingly before turning to ‘Agent McCall’, her joy long gone as she glared lightly at him, crossing her arms over her chest “Agent Rafael McCall” she greeted coldly, putting on an obviously fake sweet smile, tilting her head a little “if my brother and I knew anything about where our dad was, we would’ve told the police a thousand times already. He doesn’t know anything and neither do I.”

“If you’ll forgive me, Alina, I’m not done yet. Stiles, where are your other friends?”

“Subtle way to ask about how your son is doing” Alina muttered bitterly before sighing, looking down at Stiles, the two having a silent conversation before she looked back at Rafael, sitting down on a nearby chair “fine. Ask your questions, but while our dad is missing I’m my brother’s legal guardian, if I say ‘stop’ then we’re walking out of here unless you’re either charging one of us or taking us to the station for a formal interrogation. Is that understood?”

“I’m not your enemy, Alina-”

“Just ask your questions” Alina hissed with thinly veiled rage. She was just a girl back then, but she remembered him… and him leaving. Rafael sighed heavily before looking back at Stiles “where are your other friends?”

“You mean Scott?”

“I mean Scott, I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins Ethan and Aiden. I’ve been told your whole little clique didn’t show up to school today” Rafael lifted off the names from a small notepad before putting it back into his inner jacket pocket, Alina looking off to the side with a bitter smirk, on the verge of scoffing as she shook her head a little. “I don’t have a ‘clique’” Stiles muttered as he shook his head a little, Rafael sighing “Stiles, come on. There’s been a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county the last few months. Several murders tied to this school-”

“Are you saying that my brother is involved? What, are you saying you think a teenage boy is running around, murdering people left and right?” Alina asked sharply, tilting her head at Rafael as he sighed at her “I don’t know what’s going on here, but it’s serious, Alina-”

“Of course it’s fucking serious, my dad is missing” she hissed with rage. “Then let me help, please. Tell me what you know” Rafael pleaded and Alina stood up, arms crossed over her chest as she took a small step closer to him “fine. I’m a werewolf, so is your son. Ethan and Aiden are werewolves too, we’re looking for an evil druid with a slashed up face who took our dad, Scott’s mom and Allison’s dad and everything about this entire fucking county is supernatural and I really wouldn’t be surprised if vampires existed somewhere too” she blabbered, giving him a sickly sweet smile. “I can’t help you if you’re lying to me” Rafael stated in an almost disappointed voice, as though he had any right to be disappointed or scolding, making Alina scoff “fine, let me put this clearly, then; I don’t know anything, my brother doesn’t know anything, and while you’re pestering a high school boy and a cancer patient, the sheriff of this county could be in serious danger” she hissed before turning to Stiles “come on, I called a friend you can stay at” she stated softly, Rafael frowning “friend? I thought you were taking care of him?”

“Oh, I’m busy being a werewolf so I called a friendly druid to babysit my brother while I go sniff around for my dad, I’m hoping to find a bone along the way too, maybe my dad will pat me on the head if I’m lucky” she spoke with a sickly sweet tone, just as the door opened, revealing Deaton standing there and Alina looked over her shoulder at Stiles, giving him a subtle wink and a nod towards Deaton, Stiles beginning to gather his things to go with Deaton and Alina looked back at Rafael.

“By the way… Melissa did the best job imaginable,” she stated hesitantly, like she wasn’t sure if he deserved to know or not but chose to tell him anyway “Scott is kind and strong and loyal, and if he was my son? I would be proud” she stated before leaving with Deaton and Stiles.

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New Blood - 18

Warnings: A bit of fluff wrapped up with some angst before some more angst when meeting Agent McCall, whom Alina absolutely hates so that’ll be good lol.

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No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t ignore the stinging, the burning pain from her abdomen as she stood in line to the counter, jaw clenched, her gums sore and aching as she felt her control slipping due to the pain, until her number was called. It snapped her out of her trance and she approached the counter, putting the bandages, packs of gauze, antibiotics, rubbing alcohol and bandaids on the counter, already getting out her wallet as the teenage guy slowly scanned the items with a worried look on his face, making her blush a little “it’s uh… that time of the month” she lied sheepishly, not sure if he’d buy it since she was buying everything except for period products, but he seemed less horrified and she paid for everything, watching him put it in a bag and give her her receipt. She hurried out of the store and back towards Derek’s loft, her gut aching from the wounds but she made it, a few beads of sweat running down her forehead as she nearly reached the sliding door, only for Isaac to yank it open, yell something at Derek and then yank it shut, turning to walk away when he saw her stand there, a frown on her brows. “He’s doing nothing… Scott and Stiles are out there, trying to figure this out, trying to save your dad and Melissa and he’s doing nothing!”

“Isaac” she sighed softly, walking over to him, reaching up and hugging him tightly, sighing lightly until she felt some of the pain fade, Alina quickly stepping back and out of the embrace “Isaac!” she scolded as the black veins on his arms creeped back and he sighed heavily “you’re in pain! Let me help-”

“Isaac, sweetie, I’m fine. It’ll just take longer to heal, but I’m okay. Call Stiles, he could use another paw, I’ll talk to you soon” she stated with a fond smile before walking by him, pulling open the sliding door with a sigh, closing it once she was inside the loft. “Well, I think I scared a teenage boy from girls for at least a few years” she stated to try and lift the mood, stopping halfway inside the loft when she saw that Peter was standing in the room like he had been talking to Derek about something she probably wouldn’t approve of. “Wonderful” Peter muttered with sarcasm and Alina rolled her eyes, walking over to Cora and the bed she was on. She moved around to the other side of the bed, kneeling down on the low mattress, wincing a little in pain before putting the bag on the bed, Derek frowning at her. “You’re not healing?”

“I’m fine.”

“Alina-”

“It’s okay.”

“Alina. Show me” he demanded in a soft voice and Alina glanced at a pale and unconscious Cora before sighing, leaning back and pulling off her shirt with a wince of pain, leaving her only in her bandaged abdomen and black bra from the waist and up. “See? They’re not bleeding anymore-”

“Alina” Derek warned and she sighed, hesitantly reaching for the bandages, slowly peeling them off, removing the gauze underneath to reveal the wounds, looking away with slight annoyance “see? I’m fine-”

“Alina, they’re infected” Derek pointed out and she frowned, looking down at her wounds and sure enough, they were infected. Not dangerously so but it definitely wasn’t fun either. “Is-... that normal?”

“No” Peter stated and both Alina and Derek turned to look at him, making him nod and take a small step back. “It doesn’t matter. I got some antibiotics, I thought we could try those on Cora, I think I’ll try and take a look at her head, I have some gauze for the black goo around her lips and-” she cut herself off as Derek took the bag and looked through it, pulling out each thing until he found the bandages and rubbing alcohol, Alina sighing “yeah, that was more for stocking up because-... Derek, what are you doing? Derek-”

“Lay down.”

“What? No!”

“Lay. Down” his eyes glowed red and she glared at him but obeyed, laying down next to motionless Cora “Derek, you should focus on Cora-”

“Shut up” he interrupted, opening the package with gauze, using some rubbing alcohol on them before leaning over Alina’s wounds, glancing at her briefly and she nodded with a heavy sigh of annoyance. Slowly he began to clean and dab at the wounds, cleaning the infection and Alina hissed a little at the pain, turning her head to look at Cora and she couldn’t help but reach over, grabbing Cora’s hand and black veins slowly began to crawl up Alina’s arm afterwards, Alina shutting her eyes tightly as she took as much of Cora’s pain as possible while enduring her own. “Careful” Peter warned, snapping Alina out of her concentration and she let go of Cora, looking over at Peter who gave her a warning look with sincere eyes, Alina sighing heavily, looking up at the ceiling, wincing every now and then as Derek continued to clean the wounds. “You shouldn’t strain yourself so much. Not when you’re still healing.”

“I thought I wasn’t” she stated, Derek glaring lightly at her before going back to cleaning them, carefully taking some clean gauze and placing it over the wounds, gently pressing down with one hand while helping her sit up with the other. Derek gently took her right hand, placing it over the gauze where his own hand had been, his skin burning warm against hers and she blushed, looking away as she kept her hand where he wanted, feeling the bandages slowly and firmly wrapping around her, over her hand, behind her back, back around again and after two or three times she let go of the gauze, keeping her hands out of the way, trying to calm her heart as he occasionally leaned closer each time he had to wrap the bandages behind her and back in front of her again. She knew he could hear her heart race, how fast it was beating, like a war drum against her chest, breath shaky as his hands gently secured the bandages, hands firm and steady and he looked up at her, their eyes locked, his blue orbs locked with her brown ones and she could swear that she could feel his breath on her lips. “Please, guys, get a room” Peter complained, snapping Alina out of her state and she quickly looked to the side awkwardly, while Derek was actually close to murdering his uncle, his jaw clenched as he raised a single brow at his uncle, silently telling his uncle to fuck off before he tore out his throat. With his teeth, this time. Peter raised his hands in surrender and backed up, Derek sighing subtly, hanging his head a little before finishing securing the bandages, looking up at her as she kept her head to the side.

She pressed her lips together in a thin line, a thin smile as she looked back at Derek, both of them still so close and she studied him, unable to keep her eyes from flickering to his lips. “I should-... probably put my shirt back on” she whispered softly, Derek blinking, leaning an inch away as he nodded a little, reaching behind her and picking up her shirt, giving it to her and she gave him another tight-lipped smile as she gently took it, mouthing ‘thank you’ as he backed up and stood up, giving her room to put on her shirt. 

She gave him a soft smile before getting some fresh gauze after putting on her shirt, turning to Cora and leaned over, gently wiping the black goo vomit from her lips, her touch gentle and careful and so considerate, Derek watching with his heart racing in his chest, arms crossed over his chest. “She’s still so weak” Alina muttered with a frown, sighing as she looked back at Derek and Peter “she’s not getting any better…” Alina noted, looking back at Cora, a few tears forming in her eyes and she let out a shaky breath, everything felt like it was crumbling, shattering into a million pieces, every single shard piercing her heart. Boyd, Erica, her dad and now Cora… Scott had joined the Alpha pack to get his mom and Noah back… everything felt fragmented.

“Alina?”

“Hm?”

“You should call your brother…” Derek spoke, making Alina frown, looking over her shoulder at her “what? Why?”

“You should be with him.”

“But-... Cora-”

“Alina.”

“I’m not abandoning you or her-!”

“I DON’T WANT YOU HERE!!” Derek shouted at the top of his lungs, Alina staring at him with wide eyes, tears blurring her vision as she shook her head “you don’t mean that…”

“I do. Leave. Now” he growled and she hesitated before standing up, slowly, as though her body was betraying her, disobeying her. “But-”

“How many times do I have to say it?! GET OUT! LEAVE!” he yelled again, his Alpha eyes red and Alina flinched, a few tears already rolling down her cheeks and she hesitantly backed up, grabbing her things and hurrying out of the loft and out onto the street, glancing up at the tall building to the top floor, a lump in her throat that she swallowed as she turned around and left.

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Alina hurried through the school hallways, nearly bumping into everyone until she saw some FBI agents, her heart starting to race and she looked around before approaching “I’m Alina Stilinski, I got a call about my dad’s car here. I’m looking for my brother, Mieczyslaw Stilinski.”

“In there, with Agent McCall.”

“Thank yo-...” Alina stopped herself, a frown forming on her brows, her eyes moving towards the class door the agent had pointed at and she hurried inside, opening the door and closing it behind her, hurrying over to Stiles who got off a desk as soon as he turned around and saw her, their arms wrapping around one another as she hugged him tightly. “Hey… you good?”

“Yeah… you?”

“Derek’s an ass” she muttered while still holding him, Stiles scoffing a little “yeah, well… tried to warn you” he muttered and she smiled, giving him a tight squeeze before letting go of him “pfft, when have I ever listened to you?” she asked teasingly before turning to ‘Agent McCall’, her joy long gone as she glared lightly at him, crossing her arms over her chest “Agent Rafael McCall” she greeted coldly, putting on an obviously fake sweet smile, tilting her head a little “if my brother and I knew anything about where our dad was, we would’ve told the police a thousand times already. He doesn’t know anything and neither do I.”

“If you’ll forgive me, Alina, I’m not done yet. Stiles, where are your other friends?”

“Subtle way to ask about how your son is doing” Alina muttered bitterly before sighing, looking down at Stiles, the two having a silent conversation before she looked back at Rafael, sitting down on a nearby chair “fine. Ask your questions, but while our dad is missing I’m my brother’s legal guardian, if I say ‘stop’ then we’re walking out of here unless you’re either charging one of us or taking us to the station for a formal interrogation. Is that understood?”

“I’m not your enemy, Alina-”

“Just ask your questions” Alina hissed with thinly veiled rage. She was just a girl back then, but she remembered him… and him leaving. Rafael sighed heavily before looking back at Stiles “where are your other friends?”

“You mean Scott?”

“I mean Scott, I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins Ethan and Aiden. I’ve been told your whole little clique didn’t show up to school today” Rafael lifted off the names from a small notepad before putting it back into his inner jacket pocket, Alina looking off to the side with a bitter smirk, on the verge of scoffing as she shook her head a little. “I don’t have a ‘clique’” Stiles muttered as he shook his head a little, Rafael sighing “Stiles, come on. There’s been a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county the last few months. Several murders tied to this school-”

“Are you saying that my brother is involved? What, are you saying you think a teenage boy is running around, murdering people left and right?” Alina asked sharply, tilting her head at Rafael as he sighed at her “I don’t know what’s going on here, but it’s serious, Alina-”

“Of course it’s fucking serious, my dad is missing” she hissed with rage. “Then let me help, please. Tell me what you know” Rafael pleaded and Alina stood up, arms crossed over her chest as she took a small step closer to him “fine. I’m a werewolf, so is your son. Ethan and Aiden are werewolves too, we’re looking for an evil druid with a slashed up face who took our dad, Scott’s mom and Allison’s dad and everything about this entire fucking county is supernatural and I really wouldn’t be surprised if vampires existed somewhere too” she blabbered, giving him a sickly sweet smile. “I can’t help you if you’re lying to me” Rafael stated in an almost disappointed voice, as though he had any right to be disappointed or scolding, making Alina scoff “fine, let me put this clearly, then; I don’t know anything, my brother doesn’t know anything, and while you’re pestering a high school boy and a cancer patient, the sheriff of this county could be in serious danger” she hissed before turning to Stiles “come on, I called a friend you can stay at” she stated softly, Rafael frowning “friend? I thought you were taking care of him?”

“Oh, I’m busy being a werewolf so I called a friendly druid to babysit my brother while I go sniff around for my dad, I’m hoping to find a bone along the way too, maybe my dad will pat me on the head if I’m lucky” she spoke with a sickly sweet tone, just as the door opened, revealing Deaton standing there and Alina looked over her shoulder at Stiles, giving him a subtle wink and a nod towards Deaton, Stiles beginning to gather his things to go with Deaton and Alina looked back at Rafael.

“By the way… Melissa did the best job imaginable,” she stated hesitantly, like she wasn’t sure if he deserved to know or not but chose to tell him anyway “Scott is kind and strong and loyal, and if he was my son? I would be proud” she stated before leaving with Deaton and Stiles.

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New Blood - 17

Warnings: A mix of angst and fluff once again! I’m actually kinda happy with this chapter lol.

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Alina hurried down the hallway in the hospital and towards the door, steadying herself, about to reach for it when she smelt him… her heart ached but she grabbed the door handle anyway, opening the door quietly, finding Derek with his sister, speaking softly with her. “What’s happening to me?” Cora asked weakly, Derek gently shaking his head as he held her hand “I don’t know, but I’m not leaving, okay? Not again…” he whispered, leaning over and kissing her forehead carefully, Alina unable to not smile at the sight and she quietly closed the door again, looking around the hallway before sitting down in a chair next to the door, sighing heavily. Just seeing her alive and talking was good enough. It had to be.

She had no idea how long it had been, her head was slowly falling forward, her eyes closed, the feeling of her head nodding forward waking her up each time, only to fall asleep again, leaving her in a state of in between being awake and asleep. Until an ear piercing scream woke her up, her eyes wide, heart racing and she shot up and out of her chair, a panicked look in her eyes and she quickly opened the door to Cora’s room, finding Derek just as shocked and she hurried over “did you hear that??”

“Do you know what it was?”

“No, it just sounded like-” she was cut off as her phone began to ring, a frown forming on her brows as she opened her phone “Stiles, I-... wait wait slow down I can’t-...” she trailed off, her body feeling weak and cold, eyes growing wide and filling with tears as her mouth was open “no… she-... what are you talking about? Your teach-... no, no-... where? Where are you? Stiles- Stiles! Mieczyslaw!” she snapped, voice wavering but she tried to control it “where are you now?...” she asked sharply, nodding afterwards “stay there, I’m on my way- No, I’m serious, Stiles…. what? Yeah, he’s right here, I-” she hesitated, looking at Derek before shakily handing him the phone, Derek hesitantly taking it, putting it up to his ear, his eyes widening as he listened to Scott and Stiles rant, his brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief but he got out his own phone and unlocked it, pulling up Peter’s number and giving the phone to her, making her nod as she called Peter from his phone, telling him about his niece’s situation.

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Alina had to stay a little behind Stiles in order to control herself, her heart racing, gums itching and burning, begging for her to let go of control, Scott unscrewing the lid on the small vial, throwing out the powder inside, all of them watching it hit the woman who began to scream and twist and turn as though in pain, a face occasionally popping up through the cloud of crushed mistletoe, a scarred, cut to pieces face with pale eyes, no nose, the flesh of the face torn to shreds and Alina’s eyes widened. “So, that’s how you look without makeup” she muttered mockingly, a smirk forming on her lips and she stepped forward a little “where’s our dad? You literal two-faced bitch” she spat, baring her canines as her eyes glowed, her nails slowly growing long and sharp and thick, her heart pounding in her chest “answer me or I’ll rip you a new fucking face” she hissed and Derek grabbed Jennifer, her, it by the throat suddenly when she tried to make a run for the door.

“Derek, wait, wait! You need me!”

“What are you?!”

“The only person who can save your sister” she exclaimed as she gasped for air, Derek’s claws out on the hand not holding her throat, Alina toeing the line between helping him tear her to shreds and making him let go of her.

“Call Peter. Call him!” she exclaimed, Derek immediately getting out his phone without so much as loosening his grip on her throat, calling the person and apparently whatever he heard on the other end wasn’t pleasing as he lifted her higher up into the air by her throat. “Derek… Derek, what are you doing?” Scott tried but it fell on deaf ears, Stiles tried as well as the woman, or whatever she was, taunted them, saying they’d never find Stilinski alive and it seemed like he was going to kill her, until Alina walked over “Derek. Stop” she hissed, Derek looking at her, his eyes glowing red but when he saw her, they returned to their normal human blue color and he let go of her, letting her fall to the ground as she gasped for her life, Alina nodding hesitantly as a thanks. “That’s right. You need me. All of you” she taunted and Alina scoffed at her “don’t tempt fate, you two-faced bitch” she hissed down at her and it was obvious that she was showing great restraint by not tearing her a new asshole to go along with that real face of hers.

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“You don’t have to keep me on a leash, Derek, I’m here to help” the bitch said as Derek hadn’t let go of her arm even once since they arrived at the hospital, the elevator providing barely any space between the three werewolves, one lanky teenager with a bat and a bitch in high heels. “He’s being far more lenient than I would be, so shut up” Alina grumbled, arms crossed over her chest in anger, a piercing glare in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at her, the bitch smirking a little “good thing you’re not the Alpha, then” she taunted and Scott had to be the one to hold Alina back, her eyes glowing golden in anger and rage and the bitch fucking smirked, until Derek gripped her arm a little tighter in a warning. “She’s my Beta” he warned with anger and she seemed to roll her eyes a little. “Your girlfriend sucks ass” Alina muttered bitterly, Derek looking over his shoulder at her, slightly glaring at her comment and she shrugged, making him roll his eyes and look ahead again.

As the doors opened, they all exited, Derek still leading the bitch by her arm towards Cora’s room when the lights flickered, not that any of them gave it much thought, there was a storm raging outside, a storm bad enough for the hospital to be evacuating. Just as they made it around the corner, they saw empty hospital beds, some sort of black goo on the floor next to a bed, a few mistletoe berries poking out of the blackness, a few drops leading away and Alina gently nudged Derek’s arm to get his attention “Derek…” she muttered, all of them following the black drop trail to closed doors, which did not remain closed for long, a body being hurled through them and thrown across the floor, sliding up to them and landing right in front of them. 

“Peter?”

“We have a problem,” he spoke, lifting his head to look in the direction from which he had been thrown “a big problem” he added and at the end of the hallway, past the doors which had been forced open with Peter flying through them, stood none other than a gigantic werewolf Alpha, a large scar running down the middle of his entire body and Alina’s eyes widened “what… the hell… is that?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, that’s the Alpha twins by the way-”

“I’m sorry, wHAT?!”

“That’s the Alpha tw-”

“No I heard that part, Stiles” Alina scolded briefly “what the fuck is that?!”

��Oh, yeah, they can sort of-... merge…?”

“MERGE?! Why does NO ONE tell me this shit?!” she asked loudly in frustration, Derek’s eyes glowing red, his nose bridge flattened and thickened, tufts of hair by his cheeks as he lunged forward, claws out and canines bared in a sort of snarl as he practically threw himself at the gigantic Alpha that had thrown Peter. Alina groaned in annoyance before getting out her claws, sighing “I’m so gonna have bruises tomorrow” she muttered with annoyance before growling, running at the gigantic guy with Scott, Scott jumping off the wall, attempting to slash him but he dodged, Alina running at him while the guy’s head was down to avoid Scott, her claws burying themselves in his stomach, past the muscles and she growled up at him, them, it, twisting her hands to cause as much pain and damage as possible, the guy, Ethan and Aiden combined, reaching for her throat when she dodged the massive hand, her claws free of his body and she dodged to the side, slashing her claws down his arm before throwing a punch at the guy, wincing in pain as he barely moved an inch and her wrist felt like hell, like it was broken or something, and she hissed, momentarily distracted by the pain which earned her a set of claws in her gut, her eyes wide as she gasped in pain, brows furrowing and Scott and Derek instantly pulled his arm away and the claws out of her stomach, Ethan and Aiden combined lifting Derek up against a door after smacking Scott away, Peter and Stiles arriving to pick up an unconscious Cora, Peter carrying her while Stiles wrapped Alina’s arm around his shoulder, hurrying her out of reach, Alina noticing that that bitch stood in the elevator as the doors closed “fucking bitch!” she groaned, holding a hand over her bleeding abdomen as Stiles helped her after Peter, Scott and Derek following as Ethan and Aiden combined, Aithan or whatever, had let go of Derek to try and reach the elevator in time.

As they made it into another room, Stiles carefully placed her against a metal table, hurrying behind the doors just as Aithan burst through them, trying to swing his wooden bat over his head but it cracked and splintered on impact, Stiles hurrying out of Aithan’s way and to Alina’s side, hurrying out with her as Derek and Scott kept Aithan back, Derek helping Scott jump up, Scott grabbing onto the light above, pulling it down and into Aithan’s face, giving them brief time to catch up with the others, ending up in an operation room or something, Derek closing the double doors behind him, peeking out the small square window “where’s the big guy?” Peter asked sharply.

“Not far behind” Derek replied quickly, turning around to look at his sister whom Peter had carefully placed on a slab, Alina leaning against a table not too far from them, holding her stomach as she tried to appear fine. Her jaw was clenched and she was sweating a little, her skin a little pale and her fist was closed tightly, fingers curled around the edge of the metal table she was leaning against, her other hand pressing down on the wounds in her stomach. Derek was torn between the two, his unconscious sister or her, but she made it easy for him. “How’s Cora?”

“She’s not getting any better, that’s for sure” Peter stated and Alina winced a little when she tried to take a deep breath and she grimaced, Derek spotting her blood stained teeth and how she immediately licked her lips, clearing them of any visible blood. The length she went to in order to not make people worry about her…

As Stiles and Derek began to argue, as always, she finally couldn’t take it anymore, her eyes screwed shut “Stiles!” she snapped, sweat covering her forehead as she looked at him “stop. Fighting won’t solve any of this” she hissed, just as the double doors opened to reveal none other than Miss Two-Faced Bitch herself, whose name was actually Jennifer Blake, but she couldn’t care less, at least not right now. “I can save her, and tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is-”

“You fucking bitch-” Stiles had to stop Alina as she tried to get up and march towards that bitch, Derek attempting the same but Scott stopped him. “You’re the one who fucking took him” Alina pointed out sharply before wincing, grimacing at the pain she felt, stepping back and turning around, as though merely frustrated, leaning against the table again. As her back was turned and they talked, she lifted up her shirt with shaky hands, letting out a ragged breath when she saw the bleeding wounds from the Alpha’s claws, shutting her eyes tightly as she rolled her shirt back down, wincing as the fabric grazed over the sensitive wounds, her jaw clenched as she turned back around. She was lucky, in her mind, that her shirt was black and her jeans a dark navy blue, it hid the blood better. Except for her hands. Her hands were stained with blood and she was thankful that no one seemed to notice. She did slash Aithan pretty good, maybe they thought it was his, their’s, it’s blood. She hoped so.

She was so lost in her own head that she flinched when someone touched her shoulder, turning around to see Stiles and she forced a smile “hey-”

“Are you okay? You’re really not looking good.”

“I’m fine.”

“Let me see.”

“Stiles-”

“Let me see, Alina” he stated sternly and Alina hesitated, sighing heavily before leaning against the table, rolling up her shirt to reveal ten bleeding puncture wounds, blood pouring out of them and Stiles stumbled back in horrified shock. “I’m fine, Stiles-”

“‘fine’?! YOU HAVE HOLES IN YOU!!” he snapped and Alina sighed as it seemingly gathered everyone’s attention. “Stiles, seriously, I’m fine-”

“You’re bleeding out!!”

“It’s not that bad-”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Because I’ll heal! Cora won’t” she stated harshly and gestured to the unconscious woman on the slab-, Stiles sighing heavily “unbelievable! You should have said something! What? You’d just walk around until you dropped? Was that your plan?”

“Pretty much.”

“Alina!”

“I’m fine-” she sighed heavily again as now Derek was over, forcing the shirt back up over her stomach so he could inspect the wounds, his eyes widening. Ten large puncture wounds from claws double the size of normal ones, since Ethan and Aiden had been merged at the time, making them twice as large. He could only imagine the pain she was in, like when he was impaled by that rod, except she was barely wincing. “Alina, this isn’t good” Derek stated and she winced in pain, sighing heavily “I’m good-”

“No, you’re not” he hissed and she frowned at him before trying to turn away, her grip on his hand weak “you need to focus on Cora-”

“You’re bleeding out” he pointed out angrily and she studied him before sighing “Derek, I’ve been through twelve rounds of chemo, this practically tickles” she stated with a faint smirk but it was an obvious lie, her breath heavy as she continued to bleed, the wounds pouring out blood rapidly and she winced “can you please lower my shirt so I can apply pressure to the wounds?” she asked half-jokingly and Derek let go of her hand, stepping back with a scoff, leaving her side and she turned to Stiles and she pressed on her stomach “I’m fine” she whispered, trying to comfort him when he shook his head. Suddenly, Derek appeared again, almost pushing Stiles aside and finally did what Alina had been craving him to do since he kissed her outside the burnt Hale house. His hands rested on her waist… his body so close, she could feel the heat radiating off of him… but then he suddenly hoisted her up on the table, guiding her to lay down before she could protest and then rolled up her shirt. It was then that she realized he had a package of unopened bandages in his mouth, his teeth tearing at them as he began to unpack them and Stiles and Scott immediately jumped in to help, Peter about to join them when Alina glared at him “leave Cora’s side, and I’ll tear you to fucking shreds” she warned weakly, Peter scoffing with a small smirk before nodding in agreement. She winced as Derek leaned up and applied pressure on her wounds, a frown on his brows as he heard her wince once before she clenched her jaw, as though trying to get a grip on the pain and ‘control’ herself. “Mom, dad, Misc-” she was cut off as she felt something be pressed even further down on her, her eyes shutting tightly and when they opened again, her eyes were golden. “Mom, dad, Mischief… mom, dad, Mischief” she whispered to herself in ragged breaths as Scott and Derek gently lifted her up, Stiles helping bandaging around her stomach, all of them trying to make it as tight as possible to stop the bleeding and they laid her back down on the slab, waiting… waiting… a sigh of relief leaving them all when the bandages didn’t grow more bloody, signaling that they had stopped bleeding for the most part. “You guys should totally apply to nursing school” she muttered, wincing in pain as Scott helped her sit up, Derek scoffing “you’re definitely a Stilinski” he muttered with a small smirk and she hummed, eyes shut tightly as she rested a bloody hand over her stomach “I’ll heal, right?”

“It’ll take longer, but yes” he stated and she nodded, looking up at him with a sigh “thank you” she whispered reluctantly before looking at Cora, getting off of the table and gently pushing past the others to get to her. She carefully studied her, gently brushing some of her hair out of her sweaty face, even though her hands were bloody. “She’s barely breathing” she murmured with worry, gently taking her hand, about to close her eyes when Peter pulled her hand away, shaking his head “you’re not strong enough” he stated before looking over at Derek, nodding towards Alina and he nodded back. “There’s an ambulance, let’s get her to it” Derek stated, picking Cora back up and Alina nodded, turning to Scott when he didn’t follow “come on.”

“Someone has to lead the twins away-”

“You’re not taking on Aithan, it’s suicide!”

“Aithan?”

“Yeah! Ethan and Aiden… I couldn’t keep calling him- them- I mean-... see? Calling… the twins ‘it’ or ‘them’ in my head felt-... rude” she admitted sheepishly and Scott smiled “we’ll be fine. Go” he urged and she sighed heavily, hesitantly allowing Stiles to pull her away and towards the garage.

Thankfully, the ambulance was still there, Derek and Stiles putting Cora on a stretcher inside, Alina getting up after them, moving past Stiles and sitting down on the small bench, holding her stomach in pain, trying to ignore the burn she felt. “Derek?” the bitch’s voice called him over and he walked around the ambulance, Alina freezing up when she heard that voice and smelt her, her blood boiling with rage and Stiles noticed, quickly and silently closing the ambulance doors and locking them, Derek and the bitch running by not that long after and Alina nearly held her breath as she watched Kali run after them, her eyes shutting briefly before she opened them again, finding Stiles with a needle with something in it, making her frown. “Uh… Stiles?”

“It’s morphine-”

“Morphine? Where-” she was cut off as Stiles lifted up a tiny bottle with medicine, the label ‘morphine’ as clear as day and she lifted up the needle, narrowing her eyes as she read how much was in the needle before shaking the vial, sticking the needle into the lid, lifting the vial on it’s head and taking a few extra milligrams before handing him back the vial. “Uh, are you sure that’s not too much?”

“I’m a cancer survivor that’s been through twelve rounds of chemo and dozens of other experimental trials, 6 milligrams won’t do shit” she muttered, rolling up her sleeve, slapping her inner elbow before pushing the needle into her vein, pushing in the morphine. “S-So, how much-?”

“12 milligrams” she admitted, Stiles staring at her in shock “I’ve been through chemo and experimental trials and been basically stuck on morphine when I was in the hospital, I have a high tolerance… plus, I’m a werewolf” she stated to calm him, pulling the needle out and putting it aside in the back of the ambulance, rolling her sleeve down and leaning back, wincing. “S-So… did it work?”

“Won’t know yet… it takes around 5 minutes to an hour usually for the first effects to start and then for it to take full effect” she admitted, a hand splayed out over her wrapped stomach, praying that those 5 minutes would kick in in 5 seconds instead. She leaned back, closing her eyes before frowning, opening her eyes and pushing a little past Stiles to lean over Cora “she’s not breathing.”

“She’s not what?”

“Breathing, Stiles!” she hissed, Stiles obviously panicking and before Alina could do anything, he scooted forward on the small bench “okay, uhm… tilt the head up, fingers under the chin, check the airway… pinch the nose, okay, okay-”

“Stiles!”

“I’m doing it!” he relented nervously before starting to give Cora mouth to mouth, occasionally putting his head on her chest to see if her heart began to beat again, this repeating several times and Alina took Cora’s limp hand, closing her eyes as she did what she had done when taking someone’s pain but instead of only taking the pain, instead she looked further, and further, and further, looking for that one thing and once she found it, she latched onto it, her eyes shut tightly, brows knitted together in concentration, black veins starting to form, except they didn’t run up Alina’s arm, they ran up Cora’s. Stiles noticed this, hesitantly placing his hand on her shoulder “Alina…? Alina? Alina, stop!” he tried to shake her, just as Cora gasped again and Alina finally let go of her hand, limping back into the ambulance, sweat stuck to her forehead and she winced at her wounded stomach, Stiles quickly making sure that Cora kept breathing before pulling up Alina’s shirt, sighing with relief to see that her wounds hadn’t begun to bleed again, sighing heavily as he leaned back “you suck” he muttered, breathless with relief and she smirked “I know” she stated softly, her eyes shutting and Stiles, once again, began to panic “no no no no-”

“Stiles, relax, I’m just resting” she stated with a smile, her eyes still closed and he sighed heavily again “yeah, you really suck” he muttered and she smirked “love you too” she stated before sighing, slumped against a corner in the ambulance as she began to drift off into sleep, Stiles checking occasionally to make sure she was breathing, that they both were, before relaxing, talking to Cora quietly even though she was unconscious, Alina smiling subtly as she listened to her brother.

Alina was woken up by someone bumping into her, her eyes shooting open and wide and she flinched, only to see an exhausted and beat up Peter sitting next to her, looking rather worse for wear and a bit dizzy “hey” he murmured and she glanced at Stiles and Scott, the latter of which who was already gone again, Stiles shutting the ambulance doors, turning to look at his sister, taking note of how close Peter was to her. “Hey, move it, wolf dude” he muttered bitterly, trying to pull Peter at least an inch away from his sister but she got up and sat down in the back of the ambulance, her back towards the front seats and she laid her head back, eyes still droopy as she yawned. “What happened?”

“Well, you dozed off, so-”

“Is she still breathing?”

“Yeah.”

“Is Peter breathing?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“Good. Good… I think that morphine has kicked in” she stated with a brief scoff and a smile, Stiles scoffing with a smirk “yeah, I think so, too… have you ever tried that stuff before?”

“Hm? Oh, a few times… that and weed.”

“Wait, when did you try that?”

“My doctor prescribed it” she admitted with utter amusement, laughing quietly with her brother “medical marihuana. God bless America” she stated through a small giggle before sighing, smiling at Stiles “I missed you all those years, Mischief… I’m sorry I went away…”

“I know… me too…”

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New Blood - 16

Warnings: A loooooot of hurt in this, sorry<3

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Derek hesitantly approached Alina as she stared out the window, an empty look in her eyes. It had been a few days and she hadn’t eaten or moved away, just staring out the window, especially at night, her eyes reflecting the stars and it was the only time emotion seemed to be present in her. He had avoided her, keeping his distance, afraid of the backlash he was going to get, the rage, the anger, the blame… the hatred…

He walked up to stand beside her, facing her, hesitant as he opened his mouth only to close it again, then repeated it, looking like a fish out of water, gasping. “I’m not mad” it was the first time she’d spoken since Boyd’s death, at his hands no less, literally. He frowned at her and she glanced in his direction before looking back out the window “I’m not mad at you… or angry…” she muttered, Derek’s eyes filling with tears, beginning to shake his head “I killed h-”

“No” she stated harshly, turning to face him, to look at him, for the first time in days now “they murdered Boyd. Not you. Do you understand? They murdered him like he was worthless. Not you. You don’t blame the sword… you blame the wielder” she stated just as harshly, tears forming in her eyes, her lower lip trembling as she tried to keep it together “you couldn’t do anything and it’s not your fault-”

“Exactly, I didn’t do anything!”

“There’s a big difference between can’t and won’t, Derek” she reminded him, taking a step closer to him, her expression softening a little “two alphas, TWO, had you locked in place, restrained you. This isn’t your fault and I know if you could’ve done something, you would have, in a heartbeat… and Boyd knew that too. You’re a great man, Derek… one day you might even become a good one… You saved my life… maybe it was just to-... make your own power grow or something, but it still saved my life… It gave me time with my brother and my dad, who I still think should know of all of this… thanks to you, I get to be a big sister again. I get to be a daughter. I get to be there for my brother after we lost our mom in the way I couldn’t when it happened. I can be there for my dad, support him, be with him and help him, even if he doesn’t know… I’m-... I’m moving back in with them… my dad is starting to question if that ‘treatment’ even worked… it was supposed to be a few months but it’s been too long, he’s starting to question it… I’m sorry, Derek, it’s not because I want to move out but-”

“I get it…”

“Do you?... I’m not leaving, Derek… for better or for worse, I’m staying here, in your pack, with you… I just physically have to move home before my dad does something… like try to visit me in a city where I don’t actually live…” she admitted, hesitating before leaning up, gently kissing his cheek before leaning back down “I’ll see you later” she spoke softly, turning to walk away when she suddenly felt him take her hand, her heart speeding up a little and she looked over her shoulder at him. He didn’t look at her, or move, really. He just held her hand and she let him for a little while longer before gently prying his hand from hers, stepping closer to him “if you insist on shutting everyone out, even your sister, then call your girlfriend, Derek… you shouldn’t be alone. It’s not because I think you’ll do anything to yourself or others, but that doesn’t mean that it’s healthy to be alone right now” she stated softly, giving him a comforting smile he didn’t see before leaving.

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“Dad, I’m fine- dad- DAD!” Alina tried to stop him from placing only God knows how many pillows on the chair, trying to make it as comfortable as possible and Alina smirked with amusement, walking over and taking his hands into her own, making him stop and look at her, as though she was made of glass “I’m fine” she stated with a smile, giving his hands a comforting squeeze before letting go, picking up the pillows and taking them back to the living room, placing them back on the couch and wherever else they had been before, walking back and sitting down in the now pillow-less chair, smiling up at her dad. “I’m fine, dad” she assured and he nodded, sitting down on the chair closest to her, taking off his sheriff’s coat as he gestured to her “so, h-how was Chicago? Did you get to see any of the-... sights? O-Or was the treatment-”

“It was fine, dad” Alina chuckled before looking down, hoping he didn’t see her gnawing at her lip “but it wasn’t home” she stated. At least that was the truth. She looked back up at her dad with a soft smile “I’m sorry it took so long, I just wanted to be absolutely sure and they approved keeping me under, uh… o-observation… that’s why it took so long for me to come back” she stated with a little uncertainty that she tried to mask as well as she could.

“So, does Stiles know that you’re back?”

“He does but I haven’t seen him yet.”

“Okay. Well, your room is still as you left it, of course, I’ll help you with your bags-”

“I’m fine, I think I can handle a few bags-”

“I know, just-... please, let me fuss over you” Alina smiled at her dad’s soft order, nodding as she let him take two of her bags, leaving her to take the other two, following him to her old room and she grinned at the sight, putting her bags on the bed and her dad did the same, putting the two other bags on the bed as well, next to each other. “I won’t be here forever, you know, I’m gonna find my own place. I uh… I know someone who might be able to get me a place, an apartment or something” she stated with a soft smile and her dad nodded, seemingly a bit uncomfortable about the topic of her already moving out. “But maybe after I get settled? Find a job and all that” she added and he seemed much more at ease, probably not wanting to let go of her again. The first time he did, his wife had just died and the second time his daughter was dying. He couldn’t take a third time, not yet, he wasn’t sure it was ‘safe’ enough yet. And Alina saw that, nodding ever so slightly “okay, so…” Alina trailed off, her dad opening his mouth to say something but both of them were cut off as the door opened and closed. “Dad?” he called out and Alina grinned, hurrying to the front door where Stiles dropped his bag when he saw her. “Cherry!”

“Mischief!” she giggled as he threw himself at her, hugging him tightly as he hugged her just as tightly in return. He had of course known she hadn’t been in Chicago, she had been in Beacon Hills, he knew that of course, but seeing her here, home, made it feel like she had truly been so far away in Chicago all this time. Their dad smiled and leaned against the doorway as he watched Alina and Stiles hug, parting from each other, already talking about something he couldn’t really care about, not when his son looked that happy and his daughter looked that healthy, a flush in her cheeks and meat on her bones, so to speak. She had put on weight again and didn’t look as thin as before, or as pale. She seemed like the perfect depiction of a healthy person. “So you’re back in your old room? You don’t-... you know?”

“Hm?... Oh! Oh, uh, no” she glanced over at their dad and Stiles walked with her to her room under the pretense of just having missed her and wanting to talk with her. Once the door was shut she sighed and sat down on her bed while Stiles sat down on her old desk chair across from her “I think he wanted to be alone… he’s been off a lot, I don’t know where he goes most of the time but I hope it’s his girlfriend’s. I’ve rarely seen him the last few days, I thought it best to give him space…”

“Yeah… h-how are you holding up, by the way? With Boyd, and… all the other stuff?”

“I don’t know… I used to babysit Boyd… it sounds horribly cheesy but being in a pack, it-... it really did feel different… I felt closer with them, not physically but some sort of-... I don’t know, like a magnet or something… I felt better, too. I felt less sad or angry… it-... it was like before mom got sick…” she admitted, Stiles nodding hesitantly “and now?”

“Cold… watching Boyd die…” she cut herself off, shaking her head and wiping away her tears “it just felt like a part of me left the second he stopped breathing… like that magnetic pull just-... snapped… I felt that connection to him break…” she admitted in a wavering voice, Stiles sighing softly, walking over and sitting down next to her, taking her hand in his and she smiled at him “thanks, Mischief” she stated softly before wiping her eyes, giving him another smile before letting go of his hand and standing up “come on, it’s late and you have school tomorrow. Go to bed” she ordered and Stiles nodded, giving her a tight hug before leaving after wishing her a goodnight, Alina smiling at him as she closed her door before letting out a heavy sigh, leaning her forehead against it, her eyes shut for a few seconds before she forced herself to get ready for bed, her arms feeling heavy, her hands feeling cold and it felt like her entire body ached, like the pain in her chest, in her heart, was spreading through her, making everything ache and hurt.

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It was morning when there was a knock on the door, Alina was in the kitchen with her dad and brother, halfway through the breakfast that Noah had sternly decided they should all have together, even though it wasn’t a weekend and they had things to do. “I’ll get it” Alina muttered through a mouthful of eggs, Noah hesitating “honey-”

“Dad, I’m cancer free, let me answer the door” she stated with a smirk as she walked over, opening said door, only to freeze in place, frowning at the man on the other side. “Uh… hi, Peter?” she asked with confusion, looking over her shoulder at her dad and brother in the open kitchen, Stiles’ mouth open, full of eggs and bacon that could fall out at any moment. “Oh, god- Stiles!” Noah complained once he turned back around and saw the sight, Stiles quickly closing his mouth, quickly chewing his food as he almost stumbled out of his seat and to the door. “You found him?” he asked with a mouth full and Peter cringed, as did Alina, clearing her throat “maybe don’t shower him with half-chewed food? He’s not a baby bird” she teased and Stiles rolled his eyes and began to chew quickly again as Alina turned back to Peter “but, have you?”

“Uh… no… I actually came to talk to you” he admitted as he looked at Alina and she frowned “me? Why?”

“Well, that depends on how much Stiles have told you” Peter admitted and Stiles rolled his eyes, finally having finished chewing and swallowed the food “I haven’t exactly had time since you told me yesterday and she had a job interview and I had school!” he pointed out and Peter shrugged “then I’ll just tell her now while you get ready for school. Alina?” he asked and gestured outside, Alina hesitating before sighing “uh, sure, just give me a second” she muttered and left, Stiles rolling his eyes “what are you doing?”

“Keeping your sister up to date on her Alpha.”

“Yeah, okay, what are you really doing-” he was cut off as Alina returned with a jacket and her bag, hugging her dad briefly in the kitchen before approaching the door, putting on the jacket as she stepped outside with Peter “see you later” she called over her shoulder to both her dad and brother, Peter smirking at Stiles before leaving, closing the door after him as Stiles just stood there. “I hate him” he stated suddenly with mild annoyance before getting back to his breakfast, reluctantly.

“So, what about Derek?” she asked as they stood outside, Peter shrugging lightly “just wanted to let you know a few things. How he’s doing.”

“You’ve talked with him?”

“A little.”

“How is he? Is he-... I mean-... how is he? He hasn’t called or texted, which is fine! I just…. How is he?” she asked with a worried frown as the two began to walk, Peter sighing heavily “not good… but he’s with his girlfriend a lot so I can only imagine that she must be helping, in some way. That or distracting him” Peter stated casually as he walked with her, taking note of how his last words made her tense a little, but she nodded anyway “good… so long as he’s okay…”

“What about you? Have you gotten the test results back?”

“Test results?”

“About your cancer” he stated casually and she narrowed her eyes at him “you remembered” she muttered and he shrugged with a faint smirk, making her scoff as she looked ahead again “no. Not yet. I still feel-... drained. But not as much as before. I doubt that it’s come back but I’d rather be safe than sorry” she admitted, Peter humming quietly. “Stiles mentioned a job interview?”

“Yeah, I’m trying to find a job, something steady, you know? Then I can look for an apartment” she admitted, Peter smiling at her “sounds good. I can pull a few strings, if you want. Get you an apartment” he offered with a smirk and she chuckled “and be forever in your debt? No thanks, I enjoy freedom” she joked and he chuckled again “well, if you change your mind, give me a call.”

“I won’t” she joked dryly and he smirked “well, in case you do in some alternate universe, all you have to do is call” he assured before stopping next to an expensive black car, her eyes wide as she stared at it “okay, so every Hale is just stupidly rich?” she asked with a scoff and looked back at him, making him smirk, a suggestive look on his face that had her rolling her eyes “okay. Thanks for swinging by” she stated with amusement as she turned to walk back the way they came, since her job interview was the opposite way “any time” Peter called after her and she rolled her eyes, scoffing with a small smirk on her lips.

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It was later in the day, at a job interview, even, when her phone rang, her eyes growing wide and she fumbled through her pockets “I am so sorry! I thought I turned it off, I’m so sorry” she fumbled, barely checking who was calling before putting it up to her ear “what?? I’m in the middle of an interview!!... w-wait wait wait-... what?!” she snapped, sheepishly looking at her interviewer, who looked less than pleased. “Stiles, I can’t-... I’m-... oh fuck it, I’m probably not getting the job anyway” she muttered under her breath before sighing “I’ll be right there” she stated before hanging up, standing up from her chair “I’m so sorry, there’s a family emergency and-... I’m so sorry, I have to go, it’s a family emergency, I’m sorry” she sputtered sheepishly, hurrying out of the office and the building with her things, flagging down the first taxi she saw and getting in. “Beacon Hills High School please, and fast, it’s an emergency” she babbled, already getting out her wallet as the taxi sped off, making it to the school in probably record time and she practically shoved the money into the man’s hand, already out of the car as she bolted for the locker rooms, hurrying inside the proper locker room, finding one of the Alphas with a weight lifted over his head, ready to smash it down onto Cora when she stepped in front of him, her claws out, digging into his wrists as she held onto them, eyes glowing and canines bared as she roared at him, standing between him and a beaten Cora, the others arriving soon after.

The other Alpha, his twin, and Scott helped pull him aside, Alina letting go of his wrists, pulling her claws back out of his wrists before turning to Cora, eyes back to normal, as were her teeth and nails as she kneeled down, looking Cora over. “I’m fine-”

“Shut up” she hissed at Cora, looking her over with worry. “Aiden! You can’t do this!”

“She came at me!”

“It doesn’t matter! Kali gave Derek until the next full moon, that means you can’t touch him or them” he gestured at Alina and Cora, a silence falling over the locker room until he finally pulled Aiden away with him and out of the locker rooms, Alina focusing on Cora once again. “Lay still” she ordered softly as she looked her over, a nasty bruise on her head, a cut trailing blood down the side of her face and she felt her blood boil with anger, turning to see the weight that Aiden had lifted had some blood on it. Cora’s blood. She looked back at Cora and shut her eyes, taking a deep breath “mom, dad, Mischief…” she reminded herself before calming down, opening her eyes again, glancing at Stiles next to her who was kneeling over Cora as well. “It’s my anchor” she explained quietly before looking at Cora “come on, let me see.”

“I’m fine-”

“Cora, I will strap you down if I have to” she warned, Cora studying her before finally letting Alina take a look at the wound on her head. “Do you think you can stand up?” Alina asked and Cora nodded, Alina standing up, helping Cora stand up and move towards the sinks and mirrors, finding a towel and making it damp as she began to clean the blood from her head. “Are you okay?” Stiles asked softly, Cora wincing a little as Alina tried to be as gentle as possible. “She doesn’t look okay” Lydia stated and Cora sighed, pushing Alina’s hand away “I’m fine-” she almost fell over, Alina quickly catching her, settling her against the sinks once more to have some support “you’re not fine. What were you thinking?! You could have been killed!”

“I did it for Boyd! None of you were doing anything!”

“You didn’t do this for Boyd. You did it for you! Boyd wouldn’t want you to throw your life away like that” Alina hissed before sighing, “Boyd is dead, and he wouldn’t want you to join him” Alina scolded lightly, Cora pushing her hands away “you weren’t doing anything either!”

“We’re trying” Scott stated softly, Cora looking at him with a scoff “and you’re failing. You’re just a bunch of stupid teenagers, running around, thinking you can stop people from getting killed. But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies. And you. You’re just some old cancer patient” Cora stated with venom before leaving, Alina staring at her, tears forming in her eyes but she blinked them away, clearing her throat “well, she’s definitely a Hale. I’ll uh… I’ll make sure she gets home safe. Can I borrow your jeep, Stiles?”

“I can do that, Alina, it’s okay-”

“No, I want to-”

“So do I. Let me help, okay?” he asked softly and she hesitated before nodding, Stiles nodding back, walking past her to catch up with Cora and Scott sighed, turning to Alina “she doesn’t mean that-”

“Scott” she stopped him, shaking her head a little before taking a deep breath, nodding to herself “it’s fine” she stated with a forced smile, giving his shoulder a brief, comforting squeeze before leaving the locker room. Once she made it outside, she hesitantly got out her phone, hesitantly opening the contact for Derek.

‘Hey, it’s me. I hope you’re okay, but I just wanted to tell you that Cora got into a little fight at the school, she’s okay, but I think she’s hurting… she’s missing Boyd and tried to attack one of the twin Alphas. She’s alright now but I think she needs her big brother a little…’ And then she sent the text, putting her phone away once more before sighing heavily, running her hands over her face in frustration, Cora’s words hurting a tad more than she wanted to admit. She was about to walk to the bus stop a little further down by the school when she smelt him… him… and a part of her hoped he’d seen her text and she followed the scent around the corner, only to find him with her in his arms, their lips interlocked, her arms around his neck, his hands gripping her waist as they stood close, forehead to forehead. A bitter taste began to take over the back of her throat and she felt her heart break again, taking a few steps back and away from the scene, partly to give them privacy and partly to spare herself the torture of watching him love someone else, the school bell ringing as a distant distraction and she hurried out of there.

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New Blood - 15

Warnings: Ooooooh boy, aaangst all around in this part with a tiny hint of fluff thrown in there but it’s tiny, like blink and you’ll miss it lol.

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Alina was laughing with Peter when there was a knock on the door, a grin still present on her face as she got up, excused herself and went the entire five feet to the door, opening it, her smile fading once she saw who it was, turning into a polite smile “you’re alive” she stated with a tense smile, Derek hesitating “I’m sorry?”

“You’ll have to be more specific, you got quite a long list” she muttered to herself before sighing “I’m glad you’re alive… w-would you, uh, like to come in?” she asked awkwardly, stepping aside, watching him walk in, halting completely when he saw Peter with a cup of coffee and some half-eaten toast on a plate in front of him. “He’s uh, he’s been keeping me company for a while now, wasn’t sure when you’d be, you know, able to do anything but be in pain… guess he was right when he told me you’d eventually show up when you were well enough” she stated with a smile, awkwardly rubbing the palms of her hands together “so uh, you want toast?”

“She makes incredible toast” Peter piped up and Alina scoffed, looking down, her hair hiding the small blush. It had been 34 hours since her ‘breakdown’ and he’d stayed with her the entire time, except for a trip out occasionally to change clothes and such. And she’d hate to admit it, but he wasn’t half bad company…

“What’s he doing here?”

“He helped me with something…” she admitted sheepishly, taking in the way Derek glared at Peter, a frown forming on her brows as she crossed her arms over her chest “you know, he followed me too after you told me to suck up whatever was the matter with me… he might be a selfish bastard but at least he can pretend to care about someone” she muttered, Peter frowning a little, making her give him an awkward smile, ‘sorry’ she mouthed before looking back at Derek as he kept staring at her. Her entire demeanor got more tense and she began to actually glare at him. “What? If you have something to say, say it” she noted a little sharply, Derek glaring at Peter before looking back down at Alina “he’s not your friend-”

“Yet he’s treated me better than my ‘Alpha’. I saved your life, almost at the cost of my own! I have an appointment to see if my cancer is back, because of what I did for you” she stated harshly, Derek’s expression softening and he opened his mouth to speak when she shook her head “what I did saved your life. Maybe you could’ve made it without me, but I didn’t want to take the chance, and what do I get? Your ungrateful ass and possibly my cancer! Hell, it seems to stick more to me than you! And apparently you weren’t so unwell that you couldn’t screw another woman! I can smell her on you!” she yelled, her eyes starting to glow, claws and canines growing and Derek frowned “Alina-”

“Don’t fucking say my name like you give a shit!” she growled, Peter smirking a little before putting on a frown, getting up and rushing over to Alina, gently taking hold of her arm. “Alina…”

“What?!”

“Mom, dad… and…?”

“Mischief…” she muttered, taking a deep breath, closing her eyes to calm herself down and when she opened them, they were back to the warm brown, her claws and canines gone as she glared up at Derek “when I came to your loft and asked for you, it was because I needed you. I needed to talk to you. But you didn’t care. So I really don’t know why you pretend to care now” she muttered before shaking her head at him “I would offer myself up to Deucalion, for you, and you won’t even look at me when I ask you to!” she snapped, tears forming in her eyes “I fucking needed to talk to you! I felt like how it was before you gave me this ‘Bite’, I felt sick and weak like I was back on chemo! So go back to your girlfriend and screw her some more, she’s obviously more important than your own pack” she snapped before ripping her arm out of Peter’s grip, storming into the bathroom, slamming the door so hard that both Derek and Peter flinched, a small breaking in the wood could be heard and seen around the lock and handle area, followed by the lock sliding into place. Derek and Peter both stared at the door before Derek stepped closer to Peter, glaring at him “what do you think you’re doing? Hm?”

“What do I think I’m doing? I’m being there for her, supporting her, helping her-”

“Don’t lie, we both know you’re manipulating her. Why? What do you want?”

“Would you believe me if I told you that I just want her happy?”

“No.”

“Fair enough. But maybe you should stop looking at what I’m doing and more at what you’re doing. Or rather, what you’re not doing” Peter explained with a casual tone, Derek frowning a little at him and Peter rolled his eyes “she’s right, you really are an idiot” he mumbled “do you know what she wants?” Peter asked plainly, Derek frowning “how the hell-”

“I do. I asked her. Maybe you ought to do so as well” Peter stated casually, Derek scoffing “you’re not an alpha anymore, you can’t have a pack, and you can’t have her-” the door to the bathroom was torn open and she stormed out, grabbing Derek by his ear, then Peter by his arm, dragging them both towards the still open door, practically throwing both of them outside. “You’re right, Derek, he can’t have me because I’m not a goddamn thing! Both of you don’t ‘have’ me! I’m done with your bullshit, Derek, and don’t act like you ever cared about me, Peter. I’m serious when I say that your company has been a goddamn blessing, but the second the two of you begin to act like two spoiled children fighting over a toy, I’m done with you both! I’m going home and the only reason why I want to hear from either of you is a sincere, genuine apology” she yelled before slamming the door and locking it, walking over to her phone, putting it to her ear as she began to pack.

“Hey dad! Good news, I’m coming home! I’ve already made an appointment at Beacon Memorial and it’s in like two hours but I’ll call you when I’m done and we can go out to eat or something…. no no the appointment is just a checkup, I’ve been clear for a few months now but I was still in the program, you know, just to be sure, but now I am and it’s really just formality… I know, I missed you too!... I know… I know, I should’ve called more, I’m so sorry… no, I know I just-... yeah, sure… alright, I’ll let you know when I’m done and you can pick me up if you want?... Sure… see you then” Alina spoke in a light tone with a smile, ending the phone call with a small sigh, her smile gone and she sat down on the end of her bed, staring at the wall ahead, closing her eyes briefly “it better not be back” she muttered, taking a shaky breath before nodding to herself, getting ready to leave with her things and check out.

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Alina hesitantly walked into the loft, looking around, letting out a brief sigh of relief when she saw Boyd and Isaac, only to frown at the running water. “So uh… are we having a pool party or what?” she asked, Isaac looking up, running to her with relief and she couldn’t help but laugh as he hugged her tightly, Alina grinning, looking at Boyd, opening up her arm and Boyd soon joined the hug, Derek walking down the stairs, watching the scene in front of him with a sad look on his face. “God, I missed both of you… are you alright? You look thinner, Boyd” she noted, parting from the two of them, a hand on each cheek as they stood in front of her. “Isaac, you have rings under your eyes, when was the last time you slept?” she asked with worry, Isaac just grinning at her “it’s okay” he mumbled, Alina sighing heavily, turning to Boyd who was grinning at her as well “and you? You look thinner, are you getting enough to eat? Are you getting any sleep?…”

“I’m okay, I promise.”

“Yeah? Okay… you both don’t have to be here, you know…”

“No, we do…” Isaac muttered, Alina sighing softly “I know, I just-.... wish you didn’t have to” she muttered, looking at Boyd with a soft smile “how’s school?” she asked as she walked towards the table with them, looking down at the hose as they passed it by “you want to electrocute them?” Boyd nodded at her question and she smirked “smart” she noted, turning her head to look at Derek, her smile fading a little and she looked back at Boyd and Isaac “could uh, could you give me a moment?” she asked, the two boys nodding before walking off “no listening in either!” she yelled after them before approaching Derek who met her halfway. “Isaac called” she stated softly, Derek nodding “I’m glad you’re here…”

“You are?” she asked with a raised brow, looking down with a strained smile “right, part of the pack and all” she muttered, Derek shaking his head, about to say something when she turned around to face the running water, not seeing the sad look on his face “so, Boyd wants to electrocute them? He was always a smart one” she mumbled with a smile “I used to babysit him, he got me into stargazing…”

“You stargaze?”

“Well, I haven’t for years, actually… there’s too much light pollution in New York and I haven’t exactly had time these past 6 months… god, it’s already been half a year” she muttered, sighing softly, glancing in his direction before looking down awkwardly “I meant what I said, by the way… I’m not some-… thing that you can play ‘hot potato’ with” she muttered, looking up at him, seeing him nod hesitantly. “What do you want?” he asked softly, Alina looking at him, narrowing her eyes before laughing quietly.

“God, you’re taking Peter’s advice? Seems a little desperate” she asked jokingly, Derek smiling with amusement as she looked down, moving her foot around a little in the flooded loft, gently splashing the water from side to side “I uh… I just want to be appreciated, like everyone else. I want to be appreciated for me, not what I am or what others could use me for… aaaaaand I want a pink pony, my own amusement park that I could get seriously rich off of, two dogs named Burger and Pizza and the ability to sculpt the perfect man and make him come to life” she joked, smirking up at Derek who scoffed with amusement “okay, maybe not the last one… but definitely the pink pony” she stated as another joke, Derek smiling at her in a way that made her stomach erupt with butterflies. He could hear her heart race a little, her cheeks filling with heat and she quickly looked away “if we survive this, that is” she added, looking over at Boyd and Isaac only to frown when they quickly looked away “I said; no listening in!” she yelled, the two boys quickly looking everywhere but at her and she scoffed, shaking her head a little, Derek continuing to smile at her. “And uh, I’m sorry about what I said about your new girlfriend, I shouldn’t have spoken like that, I’m sorry” she stated sincerely, looking up at Derek who nodded with a small frown “it’s okay-”

“No, no it’s really not. I was being-... jealous… jealous that you chose to spend your time with her instead of letting me know that you were okay and where you were and I shouldn’t have, I don’t own you, just like you don’t own me… you’re not required to tell me who you spend time with or anything like that and you’re not required to inform me of where you are every second of the day… I was just so worried about you… so, so worried, and I know what I said was harsh and I didn’t mean it, I’m with you all the way, Derek” she stated with a frown, looking up at him “I’m sorry” she added before looking around the loft “it’s like a kiddie pool” she joked quietly to lighten the mood a little, Derek scoffing with amusement, making her smirk up at him “should’ve brought my bikini. It’ll be a bitch with the insurance though” she added with that little smirk and walked over to Isaac and Boyd, both of them earning a quick and swift slap at the back of their heads “what did I say?”

“We can’t help it! Werewolf hearing!”

“Bullshit, I know you have better control than that. You’re nosy” she muttered, Derek watching the interaction with a small smile and a soft expression. 

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“Isn’t the light on that supposed to be on?” Isaac asked, pointing at a small light by a fuse box and Alina was already beginning to stand up “shit” she muttered when Derek confirmed that it should, indeed, be on. “What does it mean if it’s not?” Alina asked hesitantly, looking away from the fuse box and to Derek “someone cut the auxiliary power…”

“But what about the main-....Shit” Alina repeated as all the lights went off, her eyes moving to the water and just as Derek was about to step forward she stopped him, her eyes locked with his as she stepped into the water, letting out a shaky breath as she nodded, Derek stepping into it as well. As he walked out to face the loft door, Alina followed him halfway “so… what now?” she asked quietly, keeping her eyes on the door “we fight” Derek stated, his eyes glowing red and she nodded to herself, her heart racing as the door was forced open, Alina smirking a little when she saw who it was. And that she saw Alina.

“How’s the back?” Alina asked with a smirk, earning a quiet growl that she was quite pleased with, smirking with pride as it seemed to piss Kali off. “Honestly, Derek, when Ennis died, I thought to myself; I’d just go for it…” she ignored Alina, who smirked with amusement, Kali slowly, very slowly, stalking closer, Boyd and Isaac standing behind both Derek and Alina, who stood beside him but also a little further behind. “Find you and kill you, wherever you stood. Then I remembered, how you surround yourself with these teenagers, hiding behind them,” Kali continued and Alina scoffed quietly at being called a teenager, she didn’t go through five years of hell to be called a goddamn teenager, “and I thought; what’s a girl gotta do to get you alone?” she said with a smirk, looking over her shoulder as the alpha twins arrived with a woman, holding her hostage, her throat encircled by their claws and Alina looked at Derek and the look on his face… she swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the way her heart shattered, turning to dust with how many pieces it broke into. Of course she was beautiful. Red hair, pretty eyes, beautiful face, good figure, of course, she probably also had an annoyingly perfect personality and was probably a sex goddess in bed or something equally annoying. Alina snapped out of her little ‘of course I’m not good enough, I can’t beat that’ trance when Isaac gently touched her elbow, making her look over at him and he nodded her off to the side, Alina looking back at Derek, studying the way he glared at Kali, not even noticing her gaze, and she looked away, following Isaac and Boyd to the side. She watched anxiously as the ‘battle’ began, her heart racing as she gnawed on her thumbnail, flinching when Kali scratched at Derek’s side, his girlfriend’s scream almost made her jump forward but Boyd grabbed her wrist, her eyes locking with his and she gave a brief, subtle nod of thanks for stopping her.

Isaac discreetly pulled out his phone, reading something before subtly getting Alina’s attention, subtly showing her and Boyd the text and she gave a soft nod. It was like it went on forever, waiting and waiting, watching helplessly as the two of them fought. Isaac gave her a nod when he received another text and they both jumped forward and into the water, Alina setting off on the wall, tackling one of the twins, her nails dug deeply into his spine and he yelled in pain as the room lit up with lightning, Isaac holding Derek’s girlfriend as they both watched Derek, Kali and Boyd get electrocuted, Alina letting go of the twin she had pinned down, hurrying over to Isaac and he had to reach up and grab her hand so she didn’t charge into the electrocuted water. As the twins dashed forward, she tried once again to follow them to Derek, to help, when this time another hand stopped her and she looked down to look at Derek’s girlfriend, the tears and fear in her eyes… and so, of course, Alina stayed, watching with utter and sheer horror as Boyd was lifted up and she ran forward, one of the twins grabbing her by her throat before she could do anything, her mouth and eyes wide open in shock, her hands scratching at the twin’s wrist as Boyd was pierced by Derek’s claws, hanging there, tears running down her cheeks and she felt physically sick. “No! NO!” she screamed, trying to claw, literally, at the twin’s face so he’d let her down. As they let go of Derek, they threw her, literally, to the side, walking away with Kali as though nothing had happened, spewing some threat about giving Derek time until the next full moon but all she could do was sob as she laid there in the water.

The second they were out of the loft she scrambled to get over to Derek and Boyd, kneeling next to Derek, cupping Boyd’s face in her hands as she shook her head and sobbed. “I can’t- I can’t take his pain, I can’t-”

“It’s okay… it-... it’s because it doesn’t hurt” Boyd mumbled and she sobbed again, shaking her head. Everything else was just background noise, everything wasn’t real, until he fell into the water, Alina letting out a choked sob, unable to stop herself from leaning into Derek as she cried. She flinched when someone else touched her, looking up, ready to attack when she saw his face. Instantly she crumbled in his arms as she cried, Stiles holding her closely as she sobbed, kneeling in the water next to her as she clung to him, sobbing, Stiles hesitantly placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder, a silent attempt at a comfort.

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New Blood - 14

Warnings: Quite a bit of angst before some unexpected fluff at the end.

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Alina was hesitant as she stepped into the loft, all eyes turning to look at her and she hesitated before clearing her throat “could I, uh… speak to you, Derek, for a moment, perhaps?” she asked awkwardly, Derek studying her before shaking his head “we’re kind of busy right now-”

“I know, but this is kinda important…”

“Can’t it wait?”

“No…”

“It’ll have to” he stated without even looking up at her, Alina just standing there, heart racing and she frowned “Derek, I really need-”

“Look, whatever it is, it can wait! We know where the alpha pack is staying” he snapped, Alina just staring at him with eyes a little wider than before, her brows furrowing and she swallowed the lump in her throat as she nodded “okay… as soon as you can, could you give me a ca-”

“Sure” he waved her off, Alina studying all of them with slight embarrassment before leaving, Boyd looking back at Derek, glaring at him, Derek studying him before sighing “don’t” he warned, looking back over the plans, Scott shaking his head at him before walking away to try and catch up to Alina. “Scott!” Derek yelled, stopping the teenager just by the door “whatever is going on with her, it can wait-”

“Not to her” he snapped before jogging out of the loft and out onto the street, looking side to side, trying to find her, Boyd appearing soon after. “Do you see her?” he asked, Scott shaking his head “no…” he mumbled, Boyd sighing before walking back inside, Scott hesitantly doing the same.

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The bell dinged as she opened the door and closed it, her eyes scanning the place until she heard footsteps, turning her head to see Deaton appear around the corner. “Alina, what can I do for you?”

“I uh… I think something might be happening to me” she admitted with a frown, Deaton studying her before opening the small gate, letting her inside, taking her to a small break area, sitting down in a chair across from the couch where she sat down. “I uh… I don’t know if you know but Derek sort of met the alpha pack, like… at his loft… Their leader, Deucalion, was there and a lot happened and Derek was really hurt. As in ‘bleeding out with a rod plunged through his entire torso’ kind of hurt… and I took his pain away… and then I took a lot of it after they left and he wasn’t, you know, impaled… and I think I passed out… after that I-... I’ve been feeling off… weak…” she admitted, nervously tugging at her own hands, fidgeting as she looked down at them “I feel sick, weak… nauseous… and I know I’m not pregnant because that would actually require that I had-... nevermind… my point is that; I feel off… like-... like before Derek gave me ‘the Bite’” she admitted, looking up at Deaton who nodded, looking off to the side, the gears in his head ticking. “Are you worried your cancer might be back?” he asked, Alina frowning at him before nodding to herself “Stiles” she muttered, Deaton shaking his head “Scott, actually” he corrected and she smiled “should’ve guessed that one too” she muttered, Deaton smiling “he cares about you a lot.”

“The feeling is mutual. He’s like my brother… I grew up with him and Stiles being best friends so it’s difficult to see him as anything but family” she admitted, Deaton nodding. “So, are there any other reasons why you think your cancer has come back?”

“I can’t get my claws out… I can’t do any-... werewolf-y things. I can still hear and smell like one but everything else, the claws, the eyes, the strength… everything else is gone, like-”

“Like healing Derek siphoned it out of you?”

“Yeah… don’t get me wrong, I’d do it all over again to help him, I just-... don’t know what I’m dealing with… will it come back?”

“You say you still retain some ‘werewolf-y’ abilities, as you call them?”

“Yeah…”

“Then I believe they’ll most likely come back, the feeling of weakness could also be because of what you did for Derek, and not because of your cancer returning… Beacon Hills Memorial knows of your history, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Get scanned, if they can’t find any cancer, then it’s not that.”

“And if they find cancer?...”

“Honestly? I highly doubt it” he admitted, Alina sighing briefly with relief, making Deaton smile “have I put your mind at ease?” he asked and she nodded with a smile “yeah. Sorry for just-... showing up, I know it’s past closing time, it’s just-... Scott told me I could go to you whenever I needed anything, advice or help or something…”

“That sounds like something Scott would say” he admitted and Alina laughed briefly “I hope it’s true… Derek doesn’t want anything to do with me so I don’t know who else to ask about these kinds of things… Scott, Boyd and Isaac are just kids, they have enough to worry about. Peter is-... Peter, so there’s no hope for help there. Stiles is already way in over his head, he doesn’t need to concern himself about me… it’s pathetic but I really don’t have anyone else…”

“It’s not pathetic, and Scott’s right. If you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask, any friend of Scott’s is a friend of mine” he stated and she smiled again “thank you” she stood up with Deaton, shaking his hand before walking out of the break room, Deaton walking her to the exit. Both of them halted when they saw Peter stand there, a look on his face as though he was genuinely concerned about Alina. Alina hesitated before straightening her back a little, showing her obvious discomfort with Peter “it’s not polite to listen in on people’s conversations” she mumbled, forcing a smile at Deaton as a farewell before walking past Peter and outside, Peter following. “Is it true?”

“Yes” she answered briefly, walking straight past his car, Peter frowning “do you need a ride?”

“No… I just want my family” she muttered to herself, knowing he’d hear it anyway. She was unsure how far she’d walked when an expensive car drove up beside her, the window sliding down as the car rolled alongside her at her pace. “Get in, it’s cold.”

“Go away, Peter.”

“Come on, Alina, don’t be stubbor-”

“Why are you doing this?” she stopped, making Peter stop the car, looking at her before exiting the car, walking around it to face her “why are you pretending to care?”

“Could it possibly be that I actually do care? Did you ever think of that?”

“No. You’re a narcissistic asshole, you can’t care about anyone. And if you did, it’d only be in some twisted way that’d reflect on you. You’re incapable of caring for anyone but yourself. Everything you do somehow has some advantage that’ll help you and no one else, so why should I think that you’d give a damn about me and my health?!” she snapped, Peter studying her, his expression softening a little and she scoffed “don’t pretend that what I’m saying actually made you realize how much of an ass you are, you’re well aware of it and you don’t care” she muttered, trying to walk past him when he grabbed her elbow. “And you think Derek cares? I can see it in the way you look at him… the way you hope he looks at you… but he doesn’t, Alina. HE won’t look at you that way. You almost gave up everything to heal him and he doesn’t give you half a second of his attention. If it had been me, I’d-”

“What? Be grateful? Thank me?”

“Worship you” he finished and she actually laughed “worship me? How many romance novels have you read??” she asked through her laughter, shaking her head as she came down from her laughing fit, wiping away a few tears from her eyes “what are you trying to do? Pin me against Derek? At this rate you just have to sit back and watch, he’s doing that all by himself” she noted, removing his hand from her elbow, still grinning with amusement “you seriously have to think that I’m an idiot for that to work on me, I don’t want to be worshiped” she chuckled, Peter tilting his head at her “then what do you want?” he asked and she scoffed with amusement, shrugging “what everyone wants. You know, world peace, an end to world hunger” she joked, shaking her head again “‘what do you want?’ Pfft” she scoffed, still utterly amused “I’ll tell you what I want, Peter. I want someone who genuinely loves me. Someone who actually wants to spend time with me, someone who I make happy and who makes me happy. I don’t want to be worshiped, I want to be loved, truly loved, just like everyone else” she stated with a shrug, her smile fading a little yet she forced it to stay put as much as possible “that’s what I want, Peter…” she added before turning around, continuing to walk as Peter just stood there “and no, I don’t need a ride! I walked up here, I can walk back” she shouted, a small smirk forming very briefly on her lips as she continued to walk. “Derek and the others are going after the alpha pack tomorrow” Peter shouted, Alina halting completely, turning around, looking at him before marching all the way back “what?”

“They’re going after-”

“No, I heard that, I’m sick, not deaf. But… WHAT?! Oh my GOD they’re so STUPID!! Jesus Christ!! This is EXACTLY what Deucalion fucking wants!” she groaned, starting to pace and Peter smirked a little, hands folded behind his back, Alina rubbing her palms over her face in frustration as she stopped pacing “okay, okay… what’s their plan?”

“Kill them before they kill us.”

“I-... fucking hell I hate it but-... no no no no it’d never work! They’re a pack of Alphas. As in PLURAL! More than one! Definitely more than one-”

“Aaaaand now I see the resemblance between you and your brother” Peter muttered to himself, Alina looking up at him and he was shocked to see that her cheeks actually turned a little red, a smirk forming on his lips as she turned away to pace again “so, murder, right… stupid…”

“Scott thought so as well. Tell me, has he always been the humanitarian he is now?”

“Pretty much” Alina replied swiftly, Peter nodding. “Well. They’re going after them… Derek told me not to tell you.”

“He WHAT?!”

“He was afraid you’d somehow mess it up, his words, not mine” he stated, Alina scoffing with annoyance “that so? Asshole…”

“I tried to change his mind, sorry-”

“Bullshit you did” she muttered, continuing to pace back and forth. “Okay, what’s their idiotic plan that’s going to get all of us killed?”

“‘Us’?”

“Yeah, ‘us’! Fuck Derek! So what if he’s an alpha?! Boyd, Cora, Scott, Isaac, they’re just kids! His ‘pack’ is literally only two adults!”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you’re an adult too-”

“I know that, I meant you weren’t part of the pack.”

“That’s a little harsh-”

“You can’t be a part of it, Peter… it’s not who you are. In your mind, you’re still the Alpha, not Derek. It’s why you toy with people like you do, why you don’t see them as actual people but just either obstacles or inconveniences” she stated casually, finally stopping and standing still, turning to look at him “so, what’s the plan?” she asked, arms crossed over her chest, a look of determination on her face.

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“Piece of shit!” Alina snapped as she jumped up behind Kali, landing on top of her, making them both tumble to the ground except Alina was waiting for it, her claws digging into Kali’s back, slashing and cutting deep, moving her claws up to Kali’s neck where she dug in, feeling the bones inside, those vital, important bones. And…

Snap.

Kali roared with pain as the bones cracked between Alina’s sharp claws. Alina was already charging at Ennis as he struggled with Derek, Scott swiping at Ennis’ leg, crippling him. Alina jumped towards the edge of the broken concrete, barely managing to touch Derek’s hand before he was out of her reach, Scott having to hold onto her so she didn’t fall as well.

Alina woke up with a gasp just as she heard the thud in her dream, her heart racing and she swallowed the lump in her throat, looking around the empty motel room. As her heart continued to race she stood up, stumbling to the shitty bathroom, turning on the tab, splashing some cold water in her face and looked up into the mirror, frowning as she looked at the glowing orbs that looked back at her. She blinked repeatedly, trying to make them go away. She lowered her head, hoping to splash more water in her face, maybe that would help, when she saw her claws, her eyes widening as she stepped back from the sink, staring at them before hurrying out of the bathroom to her phone, doing her best not to scratch her screen as she tried calling Deaton. When it went to voicemail, she tried again. And again. And again. Each time she called it went to voicemail and finally, she called the one person she never thought she would.

As there was a knock on the door Alina hurried up from her bed, peeking out the peephole before opening the door and yanking him inside, closing it and locking it before turning to face him. Peter stared at her with somewhat shock, studying her glowing eyes, the sharp claws and fangs, he could hear how fast her heart was racing. “Alina?”

“It won’t go away” she admitted with slight panic, Peter nodding, studying her before looking around “okay, uh-”

“I-I’ve tried to splash some cold water in my face and Deaton won’t pick up and I’ve called like a thousand times-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay-”

“No it’s not!! I’m hot as hell, my eyes are fucking glowsticks, my nails and teeth are sharp and I’ve accidentally cut and bit my tongue because of it at least five fucking time while waiting for you to come here and I can barely use my phone without scratching the screen!” she snapped, a growl emanating from deep within her voice and Peter studied her before nodding. “You’re panicking” he concluded and she frowned with confusion “panicking?! I’m not panicking! I haven’t had a fucking panic attack since I was seventeen!” she pointed out, Peter sighing softly before approaching without fear, placing his hands on her shoulders “repeat after me; Alpha, Beta, Omega” he stated and she frowned even more at him, making him roll his eyes “just try” he muttered, Alina hesitating before nodding “Alpha, Beta, Omega- what the hell is the point of that?!”

“Control-”

“I have CONTROL!!” she snapped, the bridge of her nose thickening as fur formed on her cheeks, Peter frowning and she reached up, touching it before quickly retracting her hand “oh my god-... oh my god what is that it’s never been there before jesus christ-”

“What about your first full moon?”

“No! Oh my god-” she was cut off as Peter pulled her to the bathroom, turning on the shower, making it as cold as possible before helping Alina into the bathtub, the water raining down on her and she flinched at first to try and get away but Peter held her in place. “Repeat after me; Alpha, Beta, Omega.”

“Peter-”

“Alina! Alpha, Beta…?”

“Omega…”

“Good. Again.”

“Alpha, Beta, Omega- I won’t work!” She snapped, Peter kneeling down to her level by the bathtub she was in “it has to be something you can anchor yourself to” he stated harshly, Alina studying him before looking down, heart still racing and she shut her eyes tightly “mom, dad, Mischief…” she whispered, feeling her heart slow down, finally, her brows easing up instead of being scrunched together “mom, dad, Mischief…” she repeated, letting out a much steadier breath “mom, dad, Mischief” she mumbled, the fur slowly receding, her claws retracting, her nose bridge back to normal and when she looked up at Peter after what felt like hours of repeating that mantra, her eyes were back to their usual brown color. Peter turned off the water and reached for a nearby towel, putting it around her shoulders as she remained in the bathtub, shivering from the cold water. There was a long silence before any of them even said anything “thank you” she muttered, looking up at Peter who observed her blue lips before nodding “what you said…”

“Mom, dad, Mischief… when my brother was little he could never pronounce his name correctly, the closest he came was ‘mischief’... mom and I called him that and he called me ‘Cherry’ after a little-... incident” she admitted with a lazy smile, Peter studying her before smiling as well “they’re your anchor” he observed and she sighed shakily, thanks to the cold “I guess…” she muttered “seeing a picture of my mom, dad, Stiles and I helped me on my first full moon…” she admitted, Peter studying her before getting up “I’ll bring your bag so you can find some dry clothes” he stated and she nodded “t-they’re, uh, by the bed, on the left side, under it” she guided and Peter soon returned with said item, placing it on the tiled floor before walking out and closing the door.

She expected him to be gone when she walked out but when she did, she found him in the little kitchen area, looking through her cabinets. “You sure have a lot of toast” he commented and she blushed with embarrassment “yeah, uh… my mom used to grill my toast when I was a kid, before she got sick… I like toast” she admitted shyly, Peter looking over his shoulder at her, giving her a small smirk “the uh, the meat is in the fridge. I don’t have a food bowl, though, so you’ll have to make do with a plate” she joked, Peter scoffing with amusement “how will I ever cope?” he asked with dry sarcasm and Alina smiled a little. “Thanks, for coming when I called… our last conversation, I wasn’t very… nice” she admitted, Peter just smirking “I’m used to it” he admitted, Alina studying him before sighing “I’m sorry… I really did think you were just-”

“A self-serving asshole?”

“Yeah” she admitted, Peter smirking a little at her “well, maybe I am” he stated with a shrug and she scoffed with amusement “yeah, right… I know you went back, by the way… did-... is he-?” she stopped herself, looking down, Peter studying her closely, narrowing his eyes at her before a sad look formed on his face “I believe so, yes…” he stated and Alina swallowed thickly, looking away as tears formed in her eyes “guess I wasn’t worth as much as I thought…” she muttered, Peter studying her, again, before walking closer, placing a hand on her back “don’t say that…” he comforted and she forced a smile at him “anyway… I uh… I guess there’ll be a funeral…”

“We’ll see.”

“But, if he’s dead-”

“Well, technically, I didn’t see a corpse” he admitted with a small wince and she looked up at him with wide eyes “but-”

“I said; I believe so” he reminded her and she ran a hand over her face in frustration, nodding to herself, about to get up when Peter stopped her “don’t. Not just yet” he advised and she frowned at him, studying his sincere look, trying to figure out if it was real or not “take some time, you’re still not on top of the world yet” he added and she hesitated before nodding, making Peter nod “I’ll make some coffee” he stated before turning around to do as he said he would, Alina staring at the carpet floor in thought.

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Important note!

Hello my lovelies! I noticed something wrong with my moodboard for New Blood and thus have updated the current and future chapters with the correct moodboard, so if it suddenly looks different, don't worry, you're not crazy!... at least... not completely lol. Sorry my dears, I'll be updating all of them. Have a wonderful day!

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New Blood - 13

Warnings: A loooot of angst in this but it’s generally an angsty time in the Teen Wolf universe rn.

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Alina was hesitant as she walked back down the stairs, Derek and his sister arguing and she lightly cleared her throat, the two of them looked at her as she walked over, a look of annoyance on her face and she crossed her arms across her chest “Cora, I know you’re upset, I would be too, but you need to lose the attitude and you need to lose it right now, being an angsty teenager is fine when you’re a normal teenager but you’re not, recognize that charging ahead right now just makes you the dumb, actually colorblind bull, not the stupid idiot dodging out of the way at the last second. Don’t be a dumb bull. Derek, she was thrown into a vault for months, for you. You’re her family, family that you both thought you lost, and what do you both do? You argue like you hate each other. If I found out my brother was suddenly alive after nine years then I’d do everything I could to just-... be there. You’re both strangers to each other, so change that. Derek, if her way of keeping her composure is training, let her. And Cora, don’t strain yourself, you’re in no shape to fight if you’re still healing. You want revenge? You want to fight? Get well first, otherwise it’s just plain idiotic” Alina scolded, looking between the two who just stared at her, making Alina scoff “am I understood?” she asked sharply, turning to Cora, staring her down until she nodded awkwardly and looked down, Alina turning to Derek who glared lightly at her “am I understood, Derek?” she asked calmly, Derek glancing at his sister before sighing, looking away from her with annoyance but he nodded, making her nod “good. Now, you and I need to talk” she ordered, stepping away from Cora, Derek reluctantly following her. “And Cora, don’t listen in” Alina ordered sternly before turning to Derek, Derek already knowing what the next scolding would be about.

“You had no right to keep what I am from me. NO right! It doesn’t matter if you weren’t sure, you should have told me. The fact that I had to find out from your uncle sure as hell doesn’t help your case when he is literally the most selfish person in the world, and he told me, not you. What did you think you’d gain? What would keeping this from me bring you? I would never do that to you! I might be new at this whole werewolf thing but I’m sure as hell not new to human interaction. I don’t know what this entails, I don’t even know exactly what I am! Peter wouldn’t put a word to it! All I know is that you never told me, you never planned on telling me!”

“You don’t know that-”

“Then when? When were you planning on telling me? When you realized Deucalion would trade the pack’s lives for me?” she asked, Derek looking at her with a small frown, making Alina sigh “I know how-... ‘rare’ I am… and if it’s any consolation, I’m going to do it, first chance I get-”

“Alina-”

“Don’t-...” she sighed heavily, shaking her head a little “don’t pretend like you were ever going to tell me, Derek. It’s not a good look” she scoffed, their conversation interrupted by a red light blinking as a buzzer went off. “What does that mean?” Cora asked as she walked over to Alina and Derek, Alina looking at the sliding door, “trouble” Derek muttered, just as the door was forced open. Alina frowned when she saw who forced the door open, the man’s eyes… “I like your eyes way better” she muttered, Derek ignoring the way his heart skipped when she said that. “Wait- Cora!” Alina reached for her but the girl was already out of her reach, making her groan “you Hales are seriously stupid!” she hissed, her claws out as she turned and she flinched when Cora was slammed into the ground. “Ready for a rematch?”

“Go ahead and try, baldie” Alina hissed, her eyes moving to the sliding door as a woman appearing next, in need of a serious pedicure, the sight making Alina cringe “that’s definitely something to shit-talk about” she muttered as Derek charged at her, Alina waiting, patiently, and when the woman turned her back to reach for a pipe to break it off, Alina jumped at her, locking her legs around the woman’s neck and head, squeezing her thighs together, grunting in pain as the woman slashed at her thighs, eventually managing to throw her off and into a brick wall, Alina feeling her entire world go fuzzy before she forced herself to stand back up, just not in time. Derek roared as the pipe was forced through him, piercing him, all the way through to the concrete floor and even then some. Alina hurried over, grabbing the woman by her hair and flung her across the room, standing in front of Derek protectively, eyes glowing yellow as she roared and growled. Her eyes moved to the blind man approaching, the woman already up, ready to charge when the blind man held out his cane, somehow perfectly blocking the woman from charging ahead to rip Alina’s head off. Alina glared at the blind man, studying his smirk before kneeling down next to Derek, a hand on his shoulder while the other cupped his cheek, her claws gone, her eyes back to the warm brown that she was born with as she moved his head just enough so she could look at him, the blood dripping from Derek’s lips. 

As the man walked closer, Alina looked over her shoulder, canines displayed, claws out and eyes yellow once more “stay the fuck back!” she growled, the man chuckling, continuing forward and Alina was ready to stand up when Derek used some of his remaining strength to grab her hand, Alina glaring at the man as he walked over to them, folding his cane and kneeled down. “So” he stated as he kneeled down “let’s chat” he said with a smirk, Alina glaring at him, her hand having returned to Derek’s shoulder in an effort to support him. “Let’s start things off easy, shall we? One; you try and lift him off of that rod and I will have all of you killed in the blink of an eye, got it? Good. Two; who are you?” he turned his head to Alina, her eyes narrowing and she straightened her back a little “Sophia” she replied quietly, the man tilting his head at her, as though he could actually see her “is that your real name?” he asked and she laughed briefly, shaking her head “no, it’s not” she stated with amusement, as though she found it funny that he actually expected her to just willingly give him her real name. He smirked, as though he was amused as well “well, ‘Sophia’, tell me your real name or I’ll have Derek’s little sister torn to pieces in front of him” he spoke casually, Alina glaring at him, looking over at Cora before sighing, looking back at him “Alina…”

“Alina… Polish?”

“Slavic” she corrected, Deucalion chuckling lightly “tell me, Alina, who are you?”

“You want my resume?” she asked in a sarcastic tone and Deucalion just chuckled again, shaking his head “don’t play coy with me, Alina” he warned in a light tone and Alina glanced at Derek before nodding to herself “fine, what do you want to know?...”

“How long have you been a werewolf? Were you born with it?”

“No… Derek saved my life… I was dying of cancer before he saved me” she admitted, glancing nervously at Derek who shook his head the best he could but she ignored him, looking back at Deucalion “it’s been almost half a year now…”

“You show remarkable control, then” he praised and Derek began to shake his head again. She knew what he was going to say. ‘Don’t say anything’. Alina looked back at Deucalion “I had a good teacher” she mumbled instead, Derek almost letting out a breath of relief, Deucalion looking in his direction, which really wasn’t much of a turn since Alina and Derek were right next to each other. “Ah, yes, I’d almost forgotten all about you… there is quite something about your Beta here” he hummed, his blind gaze once again landing on Alina, tilting his head at her “quite something indeed…” he mused, smirking a little, undoubtedly because he could hear her heart rate spike a little. He looked back towards Derek who glared up at him, a smug smile on his lips “right, back to it then” he stated softly, mostly to himself.

“Sorry about this, Derek. I told Kali to be gentle-”

“She’s capable of being gentle?” Alina asked with a snap, the woman at the other end of the loft growling as she took a few steps closer “that was me being gentle” she snapped back, Alina glaring at her “come even one step closer and I’ll show you the opposite of gentle, might snip your claws too, give you a much needed fucking pedicure” Alina growled, Derek grabbing her wrist tightly, mostly in pain, and she looked back at him, every trace of anger gone as she held his shoulder, her brows furrowing at his pain, black lines creeping up her arm from her hand, stretching over her shoulder, under her clothes and up her neck, Derek letting a brief gasp of relief out as some of the pain vanished. “L-Let m-my sister g-go” Derek managed to mutter, or rather, stutter, attempting to lift his head up to look at Deucalion as much as possible. Deucalion gave a signal and Cora was let go, about to hurry over when Alina shook her head subtly and Cora stopped, staying put. “See? We’re not unreasonable” Deucalion stated casually, Alina glaring lightly at him before looking back down at Derek, those black lines creeping over her again as she tried to take as much of his pain as possible, until Derek ripped his hand out of her grasp, giving her a warning glance before he looked back down again. “What do you want? You want to kill me?” he asked shakily, Alina looking up at Deucalion who seemed… mildly offended. “You really think I’m that boring? Don’t throw me in with sociopaths like your uncle… I’m a man with far more vision than simple murder, in fact,” he reached to take his sunglasses off “I’m here to show you just how much vision a blind man can have” as his glasses was taken off, Alina leaned back a little, her eyes widening when she saw his eyes, the red pupils. It was like the eye of some sort of albino animal, and then they glowed too.

Derek groaned and gasped, blood dripping from his lips, Alina’s heart racing as she considered actually removing him from the rod, despite the previous warning and very real threat, Cora watching with utter horror and worry for her brother. “You’re killing him!”

“Not yet, little sister,” Kali stated with a wagging finger from across the loft, stepping closer, almost standing right next to Deucalion “but I could. Who knows if it’s five minutes or five hours before it’s too late to take this thing out? But just to be on the safe side, Duke, you might want to get to the point” she stated with a smirk as Derek gasped in pain again, Alina glaring at her before looking back at Derek, taking his hand into her own “let me help” she whispered, Derek shaking his head but he was cut off as he groaned again in pain. “Now you see the one problem with being in an alpha pack. Everybody wants to make the decisions. Me? I’m more about… discovering new talents. Like you” he stated, his blind gaze turning to Alina and she felt her blood run cold. Why did he look at her? He didn’t know. He couldn’t. Unless Peter told him… or he heard Alina and Derek, and their conversation… but he hadn’t done anything to suggest that he knew. “Not interested” Derek groaned through the blood in his mouth that pooled out, Deucalion looking back at him “but you haven’t even heard my pitch.”

“You want me… to kill my own pack” Derek muttered, looking up at Deucalion “no, I want you to kill one of them. Do that, and I won’t have to ask you to kill the others. You’ll do it on your own. I did it. Ennis did. Kali did. Tell them what it’s like, Kali, to kill one of your own.”

“Liberating” Kali responded with a smirk that Alina wanted to wipe off more than anything right now. With her claws… and teeth… and preferably a very big chainsaw… maybe some acid too, just to eat away at the rest, just to be sure.

“Listen to her, Derek. You really wanna stay beholden to a couple of maladjusted teenagers bound to become a liability? No offense to you, of course, Alina.”

“Gee, thanks” she muttered in a monotone voice with a scoff, glaring at him and Kali before looking at the rod that went through Derek, her brows furrowing again at how much blood had pooled under him, her knees practically soaked in it. “Don’t take it so personally, Alina, you and I both know they will become a liability. In fact, I have a feeling one of them is getting himself into trouble right now” he stated with a smirk, Alina turning back to Derek, taking his hand, closing her eyes as black lines formed under her skin, creeping up to her neck once more and Derek gasped in relief when he felt an ounce of the pain be taken away, grunting lightly. “See, the reason why I’m always invested in new talent is simple. We all know a pack is strongest due to it’s individual parts. The stronger the individual parts, the greater the whole. When I lost my sight, one of my Betas assumed I wasn’t fit for my role anymore. He tried to take it from me. Killing him taught me something about Alphas that I didn’t know they could do,” Alina watched as he took apart his cane, piece by piece, as he spoke “his power was added to mine. I became stronger, faster, more powerful than I’d ever been. I tested this new ability to subsume the power of your own by killing another one. In fact, I killed them all. I took the individual parts and became a greater individual whole” he flicked the pieces of the cane and they snapped back together again.

As he kneeled down, Alina moved a little closer to Derek, continuing to hold his hand tightly as Deucalion grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up at him and Alina winced, shutting her eyes as the black lines crept under her skin again, her brows furrowing as she did all that she could, focusing as much as possible on taking away his pain as Deucalion felt all over Derek’s face before dropping his head again, chuckling briefly with a scoff “you’re right, Kali, he looks like his mother” he mumbled, Alina opening her eyes to take a break from taking Derek’s pain, sweat forming on her forehead and she felt sick, ill, like she was on chemotherapy again. “You’ll get to know me, Derek, like she did” Deucalion stated as he walked towards the big windows, Derek lifting his head to look in his direction, glaring “I know you” he sputtered out “I know what you are” he added, straining himself, groaning in pain as more blood dripped into the pool beneath him. “You’re a fanatic” Derek groaned, Alina sighing softly “don’t” she whispered but it was too late, Deucalion turning around after placing his cane on the table. “Know me? You’ve never seen anything like me. I am the Alpha of Alphas. I am the apex of apex predators. I am death, destroyer of worlds!” Alina tried to keep a brave face despite the anger in his voice “I AM THE DEMON WOLF!” Alina flinched as Kali swiftly walked around them and pulled the rod out of Derek, Alina catching him as he slumped against her, her eyes wide as she held onto Derek, keeping him close, Deucalion simply taking off his now broken glasses “hate it when that happens” he stated casually, the thunder subsiding, becoming nothing but a faint memory.

As the Alphas walked out, Cora hurried over, kneeling down on the other side of Derek as he was slumped against Alina, one of her arms wrapped around him while the other gently stroked his head in an attempt to make things more comfortable for him, black lines creeping up from both of her hands, traveling up her arms, under her skin and up her neck, reaching her cheeks, her brows furrowed as she looked to be in mild pain. “Alina?” Cora’s voice went unanswered, Alina beginning to rock back and forth with an unconscious Derek, her face starting to contort in pain, gritting her teeth, tears forming in her eyes even though they were closed, forcing the drops down her cheeks, running over the black veins as they became darker and darker. “Alina??” Cora reached to touch her when Derek woke up with a gasp before she could even touch Alina, Derek groaning in pain, reaching for his midsection just as Alina fell to the floor, the black veins slowly creeping back, fading into her skin as her eyes were droopy, as though she had been the one with a rod through her, losing half of all the blood in her body. When Derek finally noticed her, he frowned at how pale she was, like when he first met her, that stench of death that was following her around, a sharp reminder that she was walking with one foot in the grave. Derek managed to pull himself up, stumbling, having to lean on the table while Cora stayed on the ground with Alina. “What the he-”

“Help me get her to my bed” he groaned, stumbling towards them, Cora studying him before sighing, doing as told, helping him carry Alina to the bed, laying her down, making sure she was comfortable, Derek sitting next to her on the bed, Cora studying the both of them with a frown before leaving them alone for some privacy.

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New Blood - 12

Warnings: Some more angst in this and more mystery about Alina following! Aaaand then even more angst, sorry<3

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Alina caught up with them in the woods, panting a little and the first thing she did was wrap her arms around Scott in a tight hug, her eyes shut as she sighed heavily “you two scared the hell out of me” she whispered, Scott hugging her back instantly without hesitation and she smiled a little before parting from him, walking over to Derek and he was shocked when she hugged him as well. And not a quick hug either. He got the same hug as Scott. A long, relieved hug. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her and she sighed lightly “I was so worried” she admitted in a whisper and it was as though he had a kick of adrenaline. Everything felt heightened, everything, from the way her arms were wrapped around him, the feel of it, the scent of her shampoo, the sounds of her heart beating safely inside her chest, tucked away behind her ribs securely. So, this must’ve been what Peter meant. The surge of strength he felt, like what he envisioned a pack of over fifty werewolves would feel like. It was strange that such power could come from such a small person, a person who had previously been so weak. She hadn’t been anemic or dangerously thin before she got the bite, but the difference was beyond obvious, her cheeks more full than they were before, her hair shining a little more as it seemed healthier, her skin less pale, and most notably, that god awful smell of death was gone. He was broken out of his trance when she parted from him, looking around with a sigh before turning to Scott, noticing the blood on his shirt and he shook his head “they can’t help it-”

“I know” she muttered, walking over, placing her hand on his shoulder comfortingly and Scott nodded with a smile. “I just hope Boyd knows too” she muttered, Scott looking down briefly “they’re so much stronger, Alina… and faster and angrier and-... everything” he admitted and she frowned at him before nodding, looking over at Derek who stared at her. He could still smell her shampoo, a citrus and mint scent that perfectly balanced each other out, creating what he thought to be the most attractive scent he’d ever smelt. How was Scott this casual? Couldn’t he smell it?... But then again, Scott wasn’t in his pack. Not really. Maybe that was why. If so, then surely Boyd could smell it, right? It was ridiculous how obvious it was, yet it wasn’t suffocating him, it rested perfectly in the air-

“Derek” Alina snapped, his eyes blinking and he looked at her, his eyes more focused and she raised a brow at him “are they together?” she asked, seeming to have repeated it and he nodded “yeah” he muttered. Really? he thought, ‘Yeah’. That’s it? ‘Yeah’?, he shook his head at his own thoughts.

“I saw Boyd try to rip two kids apart, Alina” Scott admitted, Alina frowning as she looked at Derek “are they going to try that with everyone?” she asked quietly, Derek studying her before walking past her and Scott “everyone and anyone” he admitted, Alina looking at Scott with worry before gently rubbing his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him in some way that probably didn’t help before following Derek with Scott next to her.

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“This doesn’t make any sense” Derek mumbled, Alina’s gaze locked onto the ground as Scott and Derek talked, Isaac studying them before walking over, kneeling down, noticing the tears in her eyes as Derek stated his disbelief that Boyd and his sister were able to move this fast at all. “Are you okay?” Isaac asked quietly and Alina looked up at him, hesitating before sighing “do you feel any different from yesterday?” she asked quietly, Isaac looking off into the distance as he nodded and thought about it “yeah… I mean, a little…”

“How?”

“I-I don’t know. I just-... feel better, you know? In a better mood, faster, stronger-.... why?” he asked hesitantly and Alina looked up at Derek who looked at her, frowning when he noticed the tears in her eyes and she looked back at Isaac, forcing a smile “nothing, just-... nothing” she muttered, forcing another smile at Isaac before wiping away her tears, Derek walking over, nodding Isaac away. “Are you-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked in a whisper, glaring up at him and he frowned, Alina standing up with anger in her teary eyes. “Boyd and your sister just killed someone. They ripped out the throat of an innocent person-”

“It doesn’t make sense how they got there so fast-”

“You know why” she hissed, Derek staring at her before swallowing thickly “Peter” he mumbled and she nodded with a scoff “yeah… he did what you should’ve the second you both found out-”

“Found out what? That-”

“I somehow enhance any pack I’m in and that I’m one in a trillion?! That for some reason, that I have absolutely no control over, it takes much longer for me to settle in a pack but once I do…” she trailed off, Derek sighing heavily, making her scoff “Peter told me, like you should have… maybe if you’d told me I could’ve stayed away and Boyd and your sister wouldn’t be as fast as they are!” she hissed in a quiet voice, Derek frowning at her “so this is my fault? Is that what you’re saying?”

“No, I’m saying that you should have told me” she snapped, staring up at him. “I have every right to know, Derek. EVERY. RIGHT” she was now yelling, Scott and Isaac looking at them with frowns “we’re going to catch Boyd and your sister and make sure they don’t hurt anyone else, and after that… after that, you and I are going to seriously talk” she growled, shaking her head at him as she walked past him and over to Scott and Isaac, Derek sighing heavily, already wanting to murder his uncle all over again before turning to look at her, the actual hurt in her eyes, her core scent changing, beginning to smell… blue… like just after raining, the clouds parting as the water rested over the flora, the trees and blades of grass giving off a unique wet smell that was just sort of… sad.

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Alina watched as the bag was dropped on the ground, her eyes locked on the man as he kneeled down “you’re tracking them by print?” he asked, Alina nodding “trying to. But I think we’ve trampled over them more than once if I’m honest” she admitted, seeing him nod “well then you’d be wasting your time. There’s only creature on earth that can visually track footprints, and that’s man. And if you’re not trained like me you’ll know that this print here is Boyd and this one over here-”

“Is Cora’s.”

“Nope, the girl’s right,” he gestured to Alina who straightened up a little “it’s yours. You trampled Cora’s the second you got here. You, what’s your name?”

“Alina.”

“How long have you been a werewolf?”

“A few months. Almost half a year.”

“Why and how were you turned?”

“One day I coughed up blood and got to a hospital, there they told me my breast cancer had spread to my lungs and continued to spread” she spoke casually, the man studying her before looking down “I’m sorry” he mumbled, Alina shaking her head “I technically died, got revived and then I got the Bite and didn’t die, I have more time with my family, I get to see my brother graduate high school, I get to see my dad retire some day when he’s old and gray and just as stubborn to continue his work as he is now, that’s what matters. What do you need us to do?”

“You’ve all been focusing on keeping your composure, giving only half of your energy. Boyd and Cora are putting the pedal to the floor while the four of you are barely hitting the speed limit.”

“So what do we do?” Derek asked, arms crossed over his chest as the man looked at him instead of Alina “focus on your sense of smell. Actual wolves are known to track their prey up to a hundred miles a day by scent. A trained hunter can use scent to track them. If the wind is with them, wolves can track a scent by a distance of two miles, which means we can draw them to us… or into a trap” he threw a net at Scott who caught it, Alina frowning ever so slightly at the idea of seeing them tied up or in some sort of cage, not that a net was a cage, or that it was ropes around their ankles and wrists, but the idea of seeing them in a captured state made her stomach turn a little. “The full moon does give us one advantage… they’ll have a higher heat signature. Which makes them easier to spot with infrared” he stated casually, throwing some sort of goggles at Isaac who caught them, then at Derek who studied them a little before looking back up at him “thanks, but, I got my own” his red eyes flashed and he looked at Alina, walking over and giving them to her by hand, Alina studying him closely before nodding ever so slightly, taking the goggles from Derek, his hand lingering a little until he finally let go and let her take it. She was the first to look away and after that, Derek walked over to where he had been standing before, Alina studying the goggles closely.

“Just remember, we’re not hunting wild animals. Underneath those impulses are two intelligent human beings, don’t think they can’t rely on that human side. It’s suppressed, but it’s there, reminding them how to mask their scent, how to cover their tracks, how to survive” he reminded them, turning to look at Alina, studying her, the way Derek watched her, his body language almost as though it was begging him to let him be near her, closer to her, as though merely standing a few feet away wasn’t enough for him.

Alina was the first to walk over to the edge, overlooking Beacon Hills, a frown on her brows as she studied it when the others joined them. “When was the last time you saw your sister?”

“Nine years” Alina looked up at Derek with a small frown at his reply, a sadness in her eyes when he looked back at her before looking away again “I thought she died in the fire…”

“Do you feel like you have a lock on her scent?” Chris asked, looking at Derek who shook his head hesitantly, Chris turning his head to Scott. “Scott, how confident are you in your abilities?”

“Honestly? Most of the time I’m trying not to think about all the things I can smell” he admitted, Alina hesitating before sighing softly “I think-... I think I can smell Boyd” she admitted, glancing awkwardly at the others before looking at Chris “wolves are pack animals. They’re hunting together, so to speak, right?” she asked and he nodded after a few seconds, making her sigh softly “I think I have Boyd” she repeated, Chris studying her “how long have you been in Derek’s pack?”

“Officially? Since he saved my life by giving me the ‘Bite’...”

“Unofficially?”

“Like… two hours?” she admitted sheepishly, Chris frowning with confusion, looking at Scott who shrugged with the same confused frown. “And you can already lock in on Boyd?” he asked and she hesitated before beginning to falter “m-maybe not, I-”

“She can” Derek determined, Alina looking over her shoulder at him with confusion, Derek looking at her “trust your instincts. You say you can smell him, lock in on that, lock in on him” he advised and she nodded, glancing between the two before frowning “I-I can’t with you guys-”

“It’s okay, walk away until you don’t have to try and ignore us” Derek advised and she nodded, walking off, standing quite the distance away, yet still within sight, her eyes shut and she took a deep breath, letting it out quietly. It wasn’t long until Derek approached, studying Alina before gently touching her elbow, her eyes opening and she looked at him “we’ll drive them to the school… you’ll be with Argent, tell him if you think they’re going in the right direction. I’ll meet you at the school” he stated and turned to walk away when Alina held onto him “wait,” she leaned up and gently kissed the corner of his lips, lingering there before moving away “for good luck… and for opening up and trusting” she muttered, Derek’s heart racing, his throat suddenly dry and he nodded, Alina walking over to the Argent as he got out some sort of high-tech dog whistles. Which her ears did very much NOT appreciate. At least now she knew how dogs felt when owners used those.

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Alina was quiet as she got out of the car, her eyes studying the building intensely, a small frown on her brows. “What is it?” Scott asked and she sighed softly “aside from the game and the lockers afterwards I haven’t been here since I was sixteen… I moved away when my mom died, moved to stay with some distant family in New York and graduated there” she admitted, Scott nodding “so… is it like a good kind of feeling you got or…?”

“I’m not sure… the circumstances could definitely be better… honestly I never really imagined myself ever stepping foot here again” she admitted quietly, Scott shrugging lightly “are you… like… okay?” he asked and she smiled at him, nodding “yeah, yeah I’m okay.”

“So… you kissed Derek?” he asked and she looked at him with wide eyes before scoffing “it was a peck on the cheek-”

“Didn’t look like it was on the cheek-”

“Alright, the corner of his mouth. Just for good luck and as a thanks for trusting us! You know how he is with trusting others! That’s it” she stated in a high pitched ‘why do you think this is such a big deal it’s not a big deal at all okay maybe a little bit big deal’ tone, Scott smirking a little, making her roll her eyes “we have other things to worry about than my attraction to my high school crush” she whispered, Scott just nodding, still with that smirk and she scoffed again, shaking her head a little. Suddenly her brows furrowed and she looked over her shoulder, hesitating before walking over to Chris “they’re here…” she stated softly, Scott joining her “you can smell them?”

“I can smell Boyd and-... someone else… and I don’t think just anyone would run around with a moon-crazed werewolf, so I’m guessing it’s Cora” she stated casually, Chris nodding “do you know how far?” he asked and Alina hesitated, taking a subtle deep breath through her nose, frowning before shrugging “they’re definitely on school grounds… the parking lot” she stated with a firm nod, Chris nodding “alright, get in” he stated and she nodded, smiling softly at Scott before joining Chris in the car.

Her eyes widened a little as they stopped right behind Boyd and Cora who stood in front of Isaac, her heart racing and she got out, eyes glowing as her claws were out. Boyd and Cora roared at her before running towards the entrance, past Isaac, stopping as they saw something, which she guessed was Derek waiting for them. And then they jumped up on the roof. “Fuck” Alina muttered, shaking her head with annoyance “they- fuck, they jumped over!” she snapped, not at anyone in particular, as Derek jogged out, joining Alina, Chris, Scott and Isaac. “The red doors, someone has to get them open” Chris stated as he caught up with the others, Derek running off and Alina turned to Chris “someone has to drive them inside” she pointed out and he nodded, getting out an electric baton, the electricity cracking “I’ll go.”

“No, I’m faster-”

“Isaac-”

“It’s okay, Alina” he stated as he was already running off, Alina sighing heavily, turning to Scott who nodded “go, he might need help” Scott stated and Alina ran off, catching up with Isaac and she smiled at him “like hell you’re doing this alone” she whispered, Isaac grinning, until they both heard some sort of tiny explosions go off, both of them arriving as Cora and Boyd ran into the school, Alina and Isaac rushing to the doors, shutting them, Alina holding them shut as Isaac put the lock on, both of them turning to look at who had helped, Alina frowning when she looked at the young girl, then at Isaac and then back at the girl “what, you know her?”

“That’s Allison…”

“Allison… ah yes, of course, because I know exactly who that is. What the hell is she doing here, looking like Katniss from the Hunger Games?”

“She’s Mr. Argent’s daughter…”

“Ah, now it makes sense” she muttered with a small frown and a sigh, looking at the lock on the doors before looking back up at Isaac. “Really? A bicycle lock?”

“It was all I had” Isaac defended, Alina smirking with amusement as she looked around “fair enough” she muttered. The two stayed there for a little while until loud growling could be heard, Alina frowning, looking at Isaac before both of them undid the lock and ran inside, Alina stopping him as they passed a few windows. “What-”

“The sun’s coming up…” Alina muttered, turning to Isaac with a smile and he grinned “the sun’s coming up!” he shouted, both of them bolting for the boiler room, just in time to see Scott run inside, Alina and Isaac following, down the stairs and past the door, being met with a very wounded Derek and an unconscious Boyd and Cora. “Oh my god” Alina muttered, rushing to Derek, looking over his wounds as he panted. “There’s a teacher… I’ll take care of her… get them out of here.”

“You’re not in any state to take care of anyone right now” she muttered, looking over her shoulder at Scott and Isaac “but he’s right. Get the two of them out of here, to Derek’s loft… have Chris drive you, I’ll stay here with Derek and we’ll meet up with you there-”

“No” Derek muttered, still slightly out of breath, barely able to keep his eyes open as Alina turned to look at him with confusion “what? Derek-”

“Go with them, please-”

“I’m staying here with you!”

“No, they’ll need you. I’m okay, go…” he muttered and she stared at him, swallowing the lump in her throat, sighing heavily “you’re an ass, you know that, right?” she asked quietly, Derek barely able to offer her a smile but she took it, sighing as she got up, turning to Isaac and Scott “let’s get them out of here” she muttered, Isaac and Scott nodding, helping carry Boyd and Cora out of the boiler room, Alina lingering to look at Derek before following them, leaving Derek to take care of the teacher as he said.

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New Blood - 11

Warnings: oooooooh boy! A lot of angst in this, I’m sorry my lovelies<3

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Alina walked into the apartment with a small frown, studying all of them, her eyes finding Derek and his expression softened when he looked at her, Alina’s eyes quickly avoiding his as she walked closer, her gaze meeting Peter’s and the way he smirked… like he knew what Derek knew… she narrowed her eyes at him but continued to walk over to Derek, Scott and Stiles, giving Stiles the blueprints she had under her arm “this was all I could get” she admitted, Stiles nodding as he splayed out both blueprints. “Okay, let me just…” he trailed off, looking over the blueprints before pointing to something “okay, see this? This is how they got in. It’s a rooftop air conditioning vent, it leads down inside to the wall of the vault, which is here;” he drew with his red marker “okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall-”

“Which is solid stone, by the way” Alina added, Stiles pointing at her briefly to solidify her statement before continuing to gesture with the red marker as he explained, “then for the rest of the night they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom” he stated, Alina sighing softly “we don’t have 12 hours, that’s for sure” she muttered, taking a step closer, peeking over Derek’s shoulder to study the blueprints, unaware of how he tensed up at how close she was. “Can we fit in there?” Scott asked, looking up at Stiles who opened his mouth but Alina beat him to it. “Very, very barely, but yes…” she admitted, leaning a little closer to point to where the robbers drilled through the wall “they obviously patched it up again so we can’t use that, we’re going to need to drill or something, like they did…”

“Exactly. I’m thinking maybe a diamond bit-”

“Look, forget the drill…” all eyes turned to Derek as he looked down at the table “sorry?” Stiles asked as he turned to look at him. “If I go in first, how much space do I have?” Derek asked, looking at Alina for some reason instead of Stiles, Alina frowning as she thought it over “barely any… what, are you going to punch through the wall or something?” she asked with a tone of ‘yeah, sure, alright buddy, whatever you say’, her eyebrows raised as Derek shrugged casually, making her look at Stiles in shock. Derek raised his head and turned to face her, arms crossed over his chest “it’s the only fast way” he said and Peter smirked. Had it been anyone but her, especially her brother, they would have gotten an assload of sarcasm. “Okay, big guy, let’s see it. Let’s see that fist. Big old fist, make it, come on, get it out there, don’t be scared” Stiles said, Derek turning to Stiles with a look of ‘I’m so done with this hyper-active little shit’ on his face as he lifted his fist up “Stiles…” Alina warned quietly “big bad wolf, yeah, look at that” Stiles continued, Alina rolling her eyes and stepping back with a small sigh, looking at Scott “should we stop him?”

“I don’t think we can” he admitted quietly as Stiles kept running his mouth, the entire thing ending when Derek punched Stiles’ open palm, making him stumbled back and wince as he stumbled away a little “he can do it!” he stated through a wince, Alina trying to hide her amused smile, looking at Scott and while she did, Derek looked at her, his expression softening, turning into one of slight amusement and satisfaction, as though the fact that he had a hand in making her smile (or a fist, if you’d like) was enough to make him feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. “Maybe listen next time?” Alina taunted, Stiles whimpering slightly in pain, making Alina smirk at Scott again before looking at Derek “he’ll get through the wall alright” she said with a shrug. “Who’s following me down?” he asked, Alina stepping forward, not saying a single thing as she studied the blueprints. “Alina-”

“Derek, I swear to god, Alpha or not, I will rip out your throat if you tell me I can’t come with you” she spoke calmly and smoothly, Derek looking at Peter who smirked in amusement, looking down with a quiet chuckle, making Derek look at him more seriously, Peter’s smile fading. “Don’t look at me, I’m not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly? With Isaac out of commission,” Alina glared at him as a warning and he halted, rolling his eyes a little “all I’m saying is that the odds are not in his favor” he explained, Alina frowning at him with defiance “he has me” she noted, Peter giving her a half-smirk, half-smile “then his odds are significantly better” he stated and she rolled her eyes, believing him to be taunting her. “We can’t just let them die” she added, Peter shrugging a little “one of them is already dead” he pointed out and once again, Alina glared at him, only now her eyes weren’t the warm brown they usually were, they were a glowing gold, a final warning “we don’t know that” Alina pointed out with anger and annoyance. “Do I have to remind you what we’re up against here, Alina? I know you’re new to all of this-”

“Peter-”

“A pack of Alphas. All of them killers. And if that’s not enough to scare your new werewolf-hide off of you, try to remember that two of them combined bodies to form one giant Alpha!... I’m sure Erica and Boyd are sweet kids. They’re gonna be misse-” he was cut off by a set of claws clutching his throat, piercing his skin, so close to those vital veins that one nick would mean the end of him in barely a few minutes since he wasn’t up to ‘fighting speed’ yet and his healing was not up to ‘fighting speed’ either and they both knew that. His eyes widening and he gripped her wrist, looking up at her golden eyes as she glared down at him. “Don’t ever… EVER presume to act like you’re on our side. You can play nice if you want but I swear, if anything happens to those kids, I will tear open your jugular and watch you bleed and every time you heal, IF you heal, I will tear it open again and again until you beg me to stop” she hissed, leaning down closer to him “either you’re with us and you save these kids, or you’re not and I’ll let you have a five minute head start before I hunt you down” she whispered softly, Peter actually frowning with a flash of real fear in his eyes as he stared up at her. “Alina!... That’s enough” Derek stated, Alina reluctantly letting go of his throat, retracting her claws as her eyes returned to the warm brown color “I’m just making sure he understands what’s at stake, that’s all” she spoke softly before turning around, walking back to the table as Scott, Stiles and Derek all tried to hide their amusement. Especially Derek. Maybe Peter was right after all. “I’m just saying, seriously? Not worth the risk-” Derek and Scott had to hold back Alina as she made a move towards Peter, the man even flinching even though she was caught by mostly Scott. “He’s not worth it, Alina-”

“Erica and Boyd is” she hissed, canines growing out and showing in a threatening display towards Peter before they grew back to normal again and she stopped trying to attack him, Derek and Scott hesitantly letting her go. “What about you?” Derek asked, Stiles nodding “yeah if you want me to come-”

“Not you” both Alina and Derek said in unison, Stiles nodding as he gestured to Scott “Scott” he mumbled and nodded. “I don’t know about Erica… but if Boyd’s still alive, we have to do something…” he looked briefly over his shoulder at Peter who sighed heavily “we have to try…” he added, Alina frowning at him “but?”

“Who’s the other girl?... The one locked in there with Boyd?” his question hung heavy in the air and Alina looked at Derek before sighing, running a hand over her face in frustration. “You’re staying here, Alina” Derek suddenly decided, Scott even frowning in confusion as Alina turned to face him “what?”

“You’re staying here-”

“No! NO!”

“You’re staying!” he growled, his eyes briefly glowing red and she frowned at him, glaring at him, her heart racing with anger and she wanted to leave. And yet she didn’t. She grunted before spinning around, walking towards Peter and he quickly moved away as she stormed up the spiral staircase.

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“Hecatolite…” Peter read aloud, Alina’s eyes widening, pushing past Stiles to read it to see if she had misheard him or if it really was Hecatolite that the stone was made of. “But… if the vault was made of Hecatolite… wouldn’t that block out-?”

“Exactly.”

“What could that do, Peter?...”

“Get them on the phone” Peter ordered, Stiles frowning but Alina looked at him “call them now, Stiles!” she ordered, her brother fumbling to get out his phone “okay, okay! Why?”

“Hecatolite blocks out the moonlight…”

“It does??”

“What does that mean, Peter?” Alina asked, Peter thinking it over with a small frown “Boyd and that girl aren’t going to kill each other… they’re going to kill Scott and Derek” he revealed, Alina’s eyes widening and she looked at Stiles who nodded and frantically dialed the number “okay yeah, very good reason, very good reason indeed” he muttered with panic. Alina paced back and forth with a frown, gnawing at her thumbnails as she had a constant frown on her brows. “Alina?”

“Something’s wrong, I can feel it… something’s wrong, Peter…” she whispered with slight panic as Stiles tried to get a hold of Scott. “What do you mean?”

“What if they’re already through? What would that mean? Hecatolite scatters moonlight, so-”

“Scott! Scott! No, listen to me, okay?! Look, you gotta get outta there! Look, the walls of the vault are lined with a mineral named Hecatolite, it scatters the moonlight” he spoke so fast it was a miracle the words were lucid, Peter and Alina already by the phone.

“What does that mean?”

“Get out of there, Scott! They haven’t felt the full moon in months!” Alina warned “think of it like the gladiators in the Roman Colosseum, they used to starve the lions for three days to make them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons” Peter added, “they have no tolerance to it, Scott” Alina added nervously “they’re stronger, more bloodthirsty- Scott, they’re the lions! They’re the lions and you just entered their Colosseum…” Alina warned with worry, beginning to bite her thumbnail again as she waited in silence. “Scott? Scott, please say something” Alina asked loudly with a wavering voice, her heart racing so loudly Stiles could probably hear it even with his human hearing. And then she heard growling, her eyes widening even more, unblinking, the sting of tears slowly building in her eyes. “Scott! Scott, are you hearing this?” Stiles yelled, more growling and a thud being heard “Scott!” Alina screamed just as the call ended. “No no no no no no no no” Alina mumbled, completely frozen until she suddenly jumped into action “Stiles, you stay here, Peter, you’re with me-”

“What?”

“I said; YOU’RE. WITH. ME!!” she growled, claws out and her eyes glowing, Peter’s eyes widening, stepping forward to grab her arm as she went to leave the apartment “no, Alina, listen to me-”

“Let go of me!”

“If you want them to stay alive you’ll listen to me!” he snapped, Alina frowning at him and he looked at Stiles before dragging her off into a corner in the room where he couldn’t hear them. Stiles watched with a confused and concerned frown as Peter said something to his sister, her brows furrowing even more and she began to shake her head when Peter said something that made her freeze. The way he took occasional pauses, it was like he was listing off something from a list and waited for everything to click in place for her with each thing he mentioned. And it seemed like it worked. Her brows furrowed even deeper and she started to shake her head again, this time much, much weaker but she stopped herself. She looked in between distressed and confused, her eyes moving to Stiles as they talked, or rather, as Peter talked. She listened before nodding eventually, seeming to swallow a lump in her throat as she nodded and looked down “I understand…” she muttered, Peter sighing softly “it’s not an easy choice, I thought Derek told you-”

“I knew he was lying about something… I just didn’t know it was-... as big as you make it out to be… Is it, though? Is this something ‘big’?” she asked, Peter nodding at her with a glum expression and she let out a shaky breath as she nodded “then there’s no choice” she muttered, forcing a smile before walking over to Stiles, hugging him tightly, as tightly as just after she’d gotten the Bite, just after she’d been cured and had a part of her normal strength back. Plus a little extra. He frowned with concern as she continued to hug him, Stiles hesitantly hugging her back “w-what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just-... I love you so much, you know?... Mom would be really proud of you, Mischief, I know I certainly am. I’m so, so proud of you, I will always be proud of you and love you” she spoke softly, kissing the side of his head before leaning back, forcing a smile at him “I just wanted to remind you” she whispered softly, Stiles frowning at her. “Cherry, what does that mean?”

“Nothing-”

“Don’t lie to me, okay? I can tell that it’s something-”

“Don’t worry about it, alright? I’m going to the bank to help out Scott and Derek… I just want to make sure you know just how much I love you” she whispered softly, smiling at him before turning around and walking out of the apartment, Stiles sighing heavily “why did that feel like a goodbye?” he shouted loudly after her before turning to Peter “what did you tell her?”

“Nothing she shouldn’t already know” he stated with a sad frown, making Stiles just frown even more “this is why no one likes you, you know. You play with other people’s emotions. You manipulate them like-... tiny little werewolf puppets on a string and they’re not, okay?! That’s why no one likes you, that’s why no one trusts you” Stiles snapped, before turning around with a scoff, pacing a little in an attempt to figure out what to do.

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New Blood - 10

Warnings: There’s a lot of angst in this, sorry my lovelies

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Alina continued to pour in the ice from a bag, looking over her shoulder as Scott handed her a new one and she ripped the bottom of it with her claws before retracting them, letting the ice fall into the tub and she smirked at Scott who smirked at her self control over her claws. “I’m getting better” she admitted with a shrug, Scott scoffing “yeah, I noticed” he stated with amusement, Alina chuckling lightly “I think I might actually be able to come home soon… I mean-... really home” she admitted, looking at Stiles with a warm smile as he smiled at the thought “I think dad would like that.”

“And you? Or would you prefer that your big sister who’s totally way cooler than you stays in some dirty motel?”

“You said it wasn’t that bad!”

“Well, it is” she stated with amusement, Stiles scoffing lightly and she nudged his shoulder once she’d put the empty ice bag aside “hey, we’ll find her, alright? I remember Heather… I still have this cute picture of the two of you taking a bubble bath together” she stated with a smile and Stiles groaned, Scott already inserting himself into the conversation “you have a picture?” he asked with a grin, Alina smirking “oh yeah, I got one alright” she stated with amusement, Stiles sighing heavily “okay, can we focus on the whole ‘nearly dead ice bath’ thing?” he asked with exasperation, making Alina chuckle lightly “sure, if you’ll admit that I’m way cooler than you.”

“I would rather die” he stated plainly and she laughed, nudging his shoulder before looking at a nervous Isaac “don’t worry… see it as winter bathing, you know? You duck in and get this rush” she stated with a shrug, Isaac swallowing thickly “you ever tried that?”

“I have, actually.”

“And?...”

“... It was horrible…” she admitted with a wince “but in my defense I wasn’t sober!”

“Hold on, you were drunk and went swimming?!” Stiles asked, Alina looking at him as she shrugged “I forgot it wasn’t summer” she admitted, Stiles blinking “that was literally not my concern but now it sort of is” he replied plainly and she rolled her eyes with a grin “shut up and support your friend?” she asked, Scott scoffing with amusement “alright, you two” he muttered, Alina smirking at Stiles, poking her tongue out at him, managing to pull an amused scoff from him at this.

She turned around at the snapping of rubber, seeing Stiles with a long rubber glove on, a clueless look on his face when he looked back at all of them “what?”

“Stiles, we’re not helping a cow give birth, take that damn thing off” she hissed and Stiles did so with great protest, throwing it away somewhere on the floor. She turned back to Isaac and frowned at his hesitance “Isaac, if this feels too risky, you don’t have to do it. You don’t have to do anything” she assured him in a soft voice, Derek looking up at her with… something… not that she noticed, her attention locked on Isaac as he took his shirt off and she nodded to his decision. She watched with worry as he got in, his breath almost frantic at the cold as he sat down, Derek and Scott placing their hands on each of his shoulders, her heart racing and just before they would push him under, she sprang forward “wait!” Everyone looked at her and she kneeled down next to Isaac. “You listen to me very closely, Isaac” she started, making sure he was looked at her when she gave him a soft smile “give those repressed memories an asswhooping” she whispered, making Isaac give her a genuine smile of amusement and she stood up and backed away, nodding at Derek and then Isaac was pushed under. She flinched when he emerged, eyes golden, canines bared as he roared and she looked at Deaton. “Hold him under” he ordered calmly, Alina moving over to where Isaac’s head was while Stiles took his legs, both of them helping Derek and Scott push him under, a frown on her brows as she strained. “Hold him-”

“WE’RE TRYING” she snapped, her eyes glowing golden with annoyance before it vanished and she looked back down at Isaac who kept struggling “Isaac! Isaac, if you can hear me, trust me and relax!” she snapped and instantly he went limp, her eyes widening a little as she slowly removed her hands from the water as he floated up, taking a deep breath as his head floated just above the water, his eyes closed and he looked almost peaceful. She looked up at Deaton “now remember, only I talk to him, too many voices will confuse him and draw him out” he whispered softly, Alina nodding before looking back down at Isaac with worry, Scott placing a hand on her shoulder to comfort her and ease her nerves when she flinched at the cold water on his hand from the ice bath, Scott giving her an embarrassed and apologetic smile and she gave him a reassuring one before looking back down at Isaac.

Deaton leaned a little closer, hands resting on the edge of the metal tub, his focus on the almost peaceful, unconscious Isaac. “Isaac?... Can you hear me?” there went a few seconds before he almost sort of nodded “yes, I can hear you” he stated calmly and Alina let out a shaky breath in order to keep it as quiet as possible, concerned about his blue lips, unaware of the way Derek looked at her, narrowing his eyes at his own thoughts and theories every now and then before drawing his attention back to Isaac before she’d notice. But Scott noticed.

“This is Dr. Deaton, I’d like to ask you a few questions. Is that alright?”

“Yes.”

“I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid details as possible, like you’re actually there again” Isaac began to shake his head a little “n-no I don’t wanna do that” he began to mumble, a hint of panic in his voice, his head shaking getting worse and worse and it was obvious that Deaton was getting concerned one way or another, lights flickering as he began to fiddle in the tub, like he was getting ready to escape. Suddenly, Derek grabbed Alina’s hand and forced it into the water, placing it on Isaac’s shoulder in a comforting way, Alina’s eyes and mouth opening wide at the sudden cold but Isaac soon settled down and Alina frowned, as did everyone, though Isaac was still a little agitated and Alina hesitated before doing the one thing Deaton told her not to do.

“Isaac, it’s me, Alina… I want you to relax for me, Isaac, everything is okay. They’re just memories, memories can’t hurt you, I promise” she spoke softly and Isaac settled down, Alina turning her head and looked at Derek, studying him as he avoided her gaze and kept his eyes locked on Isaac, her eyes locked on him for a few seconds longer before looking at Deaton, giving a hesitant nod and he nodded in return. “Good, Isaac. Now let’s go back to that night” Deaton started again “to the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building?... A house?”

“It’s not- It’s not a house… it’s-... it’s stone… I-I think… marble.”

“That’s perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?”

“It’s dusty, so empty…”

“Like an abandoned building?” thunder rumbled outside as the lights once again began to flicker, Alina looking around before kneeling by the tub, still behind Isaac, her hand still in the water, holding his shoulder “it’s okay, Isaac, tell Dr. Deaton what you saw” she whispered soothingly, the lights continuing to flicker as he began to look like he was in distress again. “S-Someone’s here” he mumbled, Alina quickly standing up when his hand grabbed her hand that was on his shoulder “s-someone’s here, Alina! N-No no no no they see me! They see me!!” he let out a brief scream and began to struggle even more in the water, Alina frowning with concern

“Isaac, it’s okay. It’s okay, Isaac, just-... listen to the sound of my voice. Listen. Can you hear my voice, Isaac?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Good, that’s very good” she spoke in a soft, calm voice, the lights stopped flickering and she let out a heavy breath, as though trying to calm herself as well “they’re just memories, remember? They’re just memories, they can’t hurt you, I won’t let them” she whispered, Isaac settling down yet still uneasy and distressed “y-you p-promise?”

“I promise, Isaac. I’m here with Dr. Deaton, do you remember him? Do you remember Dr. Deaton?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Good, you’re doing so good, Isaac. Relax… just relax, Isaac. There we go… there we go, Isaac” she whispered, her free hand moving to hold his hand that was clutching her other wrist “you’re doing so well. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“I trust Dr. Deaton. Can you answer a few more of his questions? I’ll be right here the whole time” she asked softly, Isaac nodding hesitantly and she nodded at Deaton “good. Now tell us what you see. Tell us everything that you can…” Alina could see his eyes move behind his eyelids, his hand going limp on her wrist but she grabbed it tighter before it could slip into the water, holding it, rubbing her thumb over the back of it soothingly. Suddenly his eyes opened, staring right up at Alina and for a second she feared that he had woken up because she had spoken when Deaton told her not to, except it was like he was looking… through her… past even the ceiling. “I see them…” he muttered and she looked at Deaton and then Derek, giving Derek a tiny smile before looking back at Isaac, giving his hand a comforting squeeze.

“He’s talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises…”

“Is he talking to Erica?” Deaton asked with a frown. “I think so, I can’t-... I can’t see her, I-I can’t see either of them…”

“Can you hear anything else?”

“They’re worried… worried what they’ll do during the moon. They’re-... worried that they’re going to hurt each other…” he admitted, Derek closing his eyes briefly in regret “if they’re locked together on a full moon they’re going to tear each other apart” he revealed quietly, Alina frowning at him, shaking her head “not if we find them first” she whispered, looking back down at Isaac. “Isaac, it’s Alina. We need to find them, right now. Can you see them?” she spoke loudly yet softly at the same time, her words clear and plain, leaving no room for misinterpretation. “No…” Isaac mumbled, still staring up and right through her.

“Do you know what kind of room it is?” Deaton asked plainly “is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign?” At the last question he bolted upright in the ice bath, Alina letting go of his hand just in time or she would probably have been yeeted forward. “They’re here” Isaac whispered, Alina looking at Deaton with worry before quietly walking around Derek to stand in front of Isaac instead of behind him as the lights flickered. “They’re here, they’re here…” he whispered with worry, almost seeming to back up in the tub and away from something. “It’s alright-” Deaton tried yet it didn’t seem to calm him down “no, they’re here… they’re here!” Isaac rambled with worry, Deaton looking at Alina and she hesitated before sighing “Isaac. Isaac, it’s Alina. I need you to listen to me, can you tell us-”

“They see me! They found me! They’re here, Alina, they’re here!”

“This isn’t working” Derek decided, looking back down at Isaac “Isaac, where are you?”

“I can’t see them, it’s too dark!” Alina winced at the panic in Isaac’s voice as he flailed around in the tub “tell me where you are!”

“Derek!” Alina hissed as Isaac became more and more frantic.

“I can’t see!!”

“You’re going to confuse him!” Deaton warned but it was as though Derek was deaf to everything “Isaac, where are you?! Tell me where you are!”

“His heart rate! He could go into shock!” Deaton hissed, Alina watching the entire thing with utter horror, tears forming in her eyes “Derek, let him go!!”

“Isaac, where are you?! What did you see?!”

“A vault! It’s a bank vault!!” Isaac screamed “there’s a body! I see it, they drag me in a room! There’s a dead body, it’s Erica!” he shouted when suddenly he vaulted forward “I saw it! I saw the name” he exclaimed, looking up at Deaton before looking at Alina “I saw the name” he repeated, Alina nodding, hurrying over with a towel, pushing past Derek to the point where he actually stumbled back a little, helping Isaac out of the ice bath and wrapping the towel tightly around him. “It’s uh, Beacon Hill First National Bank, it’s an abandoned bank and they’re keeping them locked inside the vault” he recounted, Alina nodding as she sighed softly, rubbing his upper arms through the towel to try and warm him up faster, looking over her shoulder at Stiles with the same expression as he had, looking back at Isaac “what?”

“You don’t remember what you said before coming out, do you?” she asked softly, Isaac softly shaking his head and she sighed “you said you saw a body… you said that when they dragged you into a room, that there was a body in it and-… you-... you said it was Erica” Alina revealed softly, rubbing his shoulder again to warm him up before giving him his shirt, wrapping a blanket around him again afterwards. “I uh.. I have to get some air” she muttered, walking outside of the animal clinic, staring at nothing in particular, arms crossed over her chest, a frown constantly on her brows.

She wasn’t sure how long she stayed outside when she heard someone approach, taking a subtle breath before looking down, already knowing who it was. “Are you going to explain what just happened in there?” she asked, Derek hesitating before looking down “he says Erica’s dead, but I-”

“Not that. The ice tub, you sticking my damn hand into the water like-... like I was some sort of cure… and it worked!” she snapped, turning around to face him, a desperate look on her face “why is it that I helped? I-It was like some-... balm… soothing a burn wound for him…” she muttered, Derek hesitating, studying her when he forced himself to shrug “I don’t-”

“Yes, you do… and if you won’t tell me-”

“Then what, Alina? Are you going to find out for yourself? How would you even do that?”

“The fact that you just said that just proves that I’m right! There’s something that you’re not telling me and since it’s about me I think I have the damn right to know what the hell it is!” she yelled, glaring at him before scoffing, shaking her head “there has to be a way into that vault, we have to find it because-!” she stopped herself, biting the inside of her cheek to force herself to remain stoic, though the tears in her eyes made it difficult. “‘Because’ what?...”

“Because it’s my fault that they were both in there…” she admitted quietly, Derek frowning, stepping closer “what are you talking ab-”

“It’s my fault. I told Boyd to look after Erica, to take care of her, if I hadn’t done that then maybe only one of them or none of them would be in that damn vault!”

“You can’t know that, Alina, okay? You can’t-”

“The hell I can’t” she hissed but this time Derek felt like the anger wasn’t aimed at him. She shook her head and turned her back to him, trying to keep her composure. “It’s my fault that Erica is dead… it’s my fault that they were in there… it’s my fault that either Boyd is about to get ripped to shreds or he’ll die, if I hadn’t told him-... o-or maybe if I hadn’t even accepted that they left-”

“I accepted it too-”

“No, you didn’t!” she spun around and finally felt a tear rolled down her cheek “and if I had agreed with you, maybe the two of us would have been enough to make them stay” she added, wiping away her tears with a groan “Alina, listen to me, you couldn’t know that-”

“I should’ve! They’re just kids and I just-... sent them off! ‘So long, see ya maybe never!’” she mocked, sighing heavily as she stormed back inside “if anyone can figure this thing out it’s Stiles” she muttered, approaching him and Scott “c’mon, I’m driving the jeep, we’ve got some studying to do” she muttered, Stiles and Scott nodding, walking outside while Alina walked up to Isaac. “I’m proud of you, I don’t think a lot of people could have done what you just did” she stated softly, giving him a warm smile before leaving to drive Scott and Stiles to Stiles’ place for a ‘what the hell did those thieves do to get into the bank and how do we do it too?’ study session.

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New Blood - 9

Warnings: Some fluff, then angst, then some fluffy angst before a hint of angst at the very end.

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“Stiles, tell me why again you’re going with Scott to get his tattoo?” Alina asked into her phone as she walked through the kitchen with a piece of fried toast in her hands, wearing some comfortable shorts and an oversized t-shirt. “But you can’t take needles!... I know you’re not the one getting a tattoo, but you’ll be watching it happen… no, see-... no, remember when you fell and cut yourself on some glass and you had to get like a million shots?... Stiles?…. Stiles!” she sighed heavily when she heard a distant thud, taking a bite of her toast as she waited, eventually hearing someone scrambling to get up from the floor, picking up the phone “see?... Yeah, well-... all I’m saying is take a damn pillow with you, at least then you’ll have something soft to land on” she teased, continuing chewing her toast as she listened to him rant, a sense of normalcy to it that she worshiped at the moment. “No, no I’m good. My motel room got this tiny kitchen thingie and I’ve made some toast… Why?.... Stiles, why would I talk to Derek? He’s the reason why you got kidnapped and beaten to a pulp!.... So what if he’s an ‘Alpha’?! It’s the same as any other kind of leader, and him not showing up which would have spared you a damn beating is not exactly reassuring. Why the hell would I want to be in his pack anymore?!.... No… no I don’t think I’m ‘rouge’... I just-... he never gave a shit about me or you, just himself and I haven’t seen anything to disprove that… No. No, of course I won’t run away like Erica and Boyd, of course not! And they were scared, Stiles, you’re all still teenagers, you’re not adults yet and this is scary stuff most of the time. No… Yeah, I think I’m staying here a while longer, at least until dad thinks the ‘treatment’ is over and has worked… I know it’s been three months but I keep-... every month is still difficult and I want total control before I really come home” she muttered, finishing her toast, nodding as she continued to listen to him ranting about this and that, already beginning to make a new toast as she didn’t seem satisfied with the first one.

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Alina frowned as there was a knock on the door, her brows scrunched together and she turned off the water, wrapping a towel around herself before walking towards the door, about to ask who it was when she could already tell. The scent was enough. She hesitated before sighing, opening the door, looking up at him with cold eyes. “Derek” she greeted coldly, Derek sighing softly, his expression soft as though her indifference to him actually hurt “Alina…”

“What do you want?” she asked pointedly, crossing her arms over her chest as Derek looked down at her, silent, making her scoff “it’s been three months, Derek. What do you want?”

“I want to know…”

“Know what?” she asked, once again receiving silence and she sighed after a few seconds, realizing what he wanted to know. “I don’t know, Derek. It’s been three months and you ask me now? Why? Does it have anything to do with all the crazy things happening? The animals going nuts and everything?”

“Yes…”

“So it’s not even because you, I don’t know, even cared that I was gone” she determined with a forced smile, nodding “okay” she muttered, about to close the door when his hand stopped it, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. “Isaac is hurt-”

“He’s what?!”

“He and I have been looking for Erica and Boyd… he-... I don’t know if he found them or not, but someone found him-”

“Jesus Christ, Derek!! Lead with that!” she snapped, hurrying to the bathroom, hearing him walking inside and closing the door. “Why the hell didn’t you lead with that?” she asked with anger as she moved back and forth between her bathroom and her suitcases, eventually coming out of the bathroom fully dressed, her hair still wet as she tried to towel dry it as much as possible. “I wanted to know first” he admitted and she halted, staring at him before sighing “I left because all you seem to care about is yourself, your power, how many you have in your pack, you don’t seem to get that Eric, Boyd, Isaac, Scott, Stiles… they’re all teenagers. They’re kids and you seem to forget that. You expect them to act like you, like they’re adults, but they’re not. They’re just kids… I’m not leaving Beacon Hills, I’m not leaving my brother and dad again, but you need to decide what kind of Alpha you want to be, Derek, if you want to be like Scott, or how I heard Peter was, or would have been if you hadn’t, you know, slashed his throat” she muttered the last part, moving to her bed to put on her shoes, barely lacing them before throwing on a jacket and walking out of the room with Derek hot on her heels, Alina locking her room before following Derek to his car “Alina-”

“Just take me to Isaac, Derek” she muttered, getting in, a tense look on her face but he relented nonetheless. She was the first to get out of the car, hurrying inside the broken house in time to see Isaac look up at the new sounds, the boy hurriedly getting up before wrapping his arms around Alina who eagerly hugged him back. “Christ, Isaac… What the hell happened to you? You’re still in a hospital gown!” Alina muttered, parting from Isaac to fret over him, Derek watching the scene with a sad frown. “It doesn’t matter, I found Boyd and Erica and there was this girl-”

“You found Boyd and Erica?”

“I think so…”

“You think so?”

“I-I don’t-... I don’t remember, they must have done something to me” he admitted, Derek halfway about to stop him but he was too late, sighing heavily, burying his face in his hand as Alina frowned “who? Who did something to you?”

“You-... you don’t know?... You didn’t tell her?” Isaac asked and Alina slowly, very slowly, turned to look at Derek who dared to look at her, sighing heavily “I was going to-”

“You. Me. Outside. Now... and cover your ears, Isaac.”

“Wha-”

“COVER THEM!” she snapped, Isaac doing as told as Derek followed Alina outside. “Tell me what? What haven’t you told me?”

“There’s a pack… of Alphas…”

“A pack of Alphas… what the hell are you talking about?!”

“They’re led by someone named Deucalion… he’s sort of the leader, the Alpha over the Alphas, I guess… they’re here… for me… They have Boyd and Erica-”

“Since when?”

“Alina-”

“Since when, Derek?!”

“... we don’t know” he admitted, Alina letting out a sharp breath as she stepped back from Derek, glaring at him “you’ve kept this from me?”

“Yes, Alina, of course I did! I didn’t even know if you were still on my side!”

“I’ve always been on your side, Derek! Did you really think I’d leave your pack without telling you?! I needed space, my brother was kidnapped because you failed to show up, he was beaten to a pulp! I helped you with Jackson! That should have been proof enough that I was on your side” Alina snapped, shaking her head at him with a small scoff “start trusting people and you won’t have to worry every second of your damn life! I understand that anger is your anchor but it’s damn near your personality now! The Derek I remember wasn’t like this! He was charming, cocky, a jock but a good guy! Not an angry man who doesn’t trust anyone but himself. You want a pack? Start trusting! And not just one single teenager who barely has a grip on life!”

“You mean trust you?!”

“NOT JUST ME!! But yes, it’d be a start since I’m in your pack!” she shouted loudly before storming past him, walking inside and walking up to Isaac, gently poking his shoulder and he removed his hands from his ears. “Do you have any spare clothes?” she asked softly, Isaac hesitating before shaking his head, Alina nodding “well, I’ll see if I have something from some horrible ex or something… if not then I’ll go out, buy some things for you. You’ve been looking for three months?”

“I thought Derek told you…”

“Well…” she looked over her shoulder at Derek, his expression soft and slightly regretful “he didn’t” she muttered, looking back at isaac, reaching a hand up and gently rubbing his shoulder “we’ll figure all of this out, okay?” she asked with a small smile before sighing, nodding to herself “try not to get into any more scraps while I get you something real to wear?”

“I’ll try…” he muttered with a small smile, Alina nodding, turning around and walking past Derek who followed her. “Alina, wait-... Alina!”

“Don’t worry about it, Derek… I’ll walk” she called out in a calm voice, Derek sighing heavily with frustration.

“ALINA!” his eyes turned that blood red that only an Alpha had and she stopped, as though she had no choice in the matter, as though her legs suddenly refused to let her walk any further, Derek almost let out a relieved sigh. So, she hadn’t lied when she said that she was still in his pack…

Alina walked back towards him, a wounded look in her eyes yet she kept a straight face, Derek studying her closely “you’re right-”

“What?”

“I said; you’re right. I need to trust people…” he admitted hesitantly, Alina studying him before sighing “no, you need to trust your people… for better or worse, you turned Isaac. You turned Boyd and Erica… and you turned me. I’m with you, Derek, all the way… I just wish you knew that… I just wish that you didn’t just think about your power or any in your pack as an extension of yourself… and if you don’t think like that, maybe it’s time that you proved it…” she stated softly with a small frown, sighing softly, her eyes locked with his and she took a step closer to him “I’m sorry about your family… I never got to say that, before” she stated softly, looking down before sighing “I won’t pretend to know what it felt like, what it still feels like… I just know that maybe you need to-... talk… vent…” she added softly before sighing “I don’t need a ride, but thank you, Derek…”

“You’re giving me whiplash, Alina-”

“Then grow up, all I want is for you to prove that you trust us, that you actually care about us as individuals and not just because you feel some responsibility or guilt. I still trust you, Derek, but I’m also still mad at you about my brother…” she admitted, turning around to leave when Derek’s hand grabbed her elbow, stopping her and she turned around to face him again with a sigh when she felt his lips on hers, her eyes wide but slowly they closed, her lips beginning to move against his and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, his hands on her hips, gripping them tightly in the most delicious way. Until she broke the kiss, turning her head away and down, heart racing as she frowned, eyes still closed from the kiss. “That... was probably not a good idea” she admitted softly, letting go of him and taking a small step back, yet his hands stayed on her hips. She reluctantly looked up at him, finding him still staring at her, face blank yet full of emotion and she sighed “that was a really, really, really good kiss, but-” she was shut up by his lips again and she once again leaned into it, kissing him back before she forced herself away “but it’s probably a bad idea” she finished, moving her hands to his, gently prying them from her hips “why? Why is it such a bad idea?”

“Because, at least right now, I don’t think that we’re… ‘compatible’... I’m not-... sure, about you… I mean I am, but-... you have a tendency of keeping things to yourself and if-... if we were to do this, then I’d expect total honesty, and I don’t feel like you could give me that right now” she admitted with a small frown, hesitating before leaning up, kissing his cheek before leaning back down. She gently pried his hands from her waist, giving them a brief squeeze before turning around and leaving, he could hear her heart still racing in her chest as she walked off.

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She was quiet as she walked into the apartment building, looking around, her eyes fixating on Derek when he saw her and she hesitated before walking in. “What are you doing here?” he asked sharply but before she could respond, Isaac spoke up “I asked her to be here… she’s still a part of the pack” he admitted, looking at Alina who walked over, giving a hesitant nod before looking at Peter “so-... you’re going to attempt some sort of memory remember thing?”

“That’s one way to describe it, yes” he stated with a soft smirk, Alina nodding hesitantly before looking at Isaac “and you’re okay with it? I don’t trust him…”

“No one does” Derek spoke up, Alina looking at him and Peter studied the look between the two, a smirk tugging at his lips yet he didn’t say anything, walking to stand behind Isaac and Alina nodded, stepping back a little, arms crossed over her chest nervously. “How do you know how to do this, again?” she asked nervously, watching Peter with his claws, coming far too close to Isaac’s neck for her liking. “It’s an ancient ritual used mostly by Alphas, since it’s a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them” he stated casually as he examined Isaac’s neck, Alina frowning at him “and you’ve had a lot of practice, right?” she asked, Peter looking at her, giving her a charming smirk “well, I’ve never paralyzed anyone” he admitted and she frowned at him with slight confusion, the way he said it was as though he thought his words made everything seem better when the other option was death. Isaac hesitated before moving to turn and look at Peter “wait, does that mean y-” he was cut off as Peter digged his claws into his neck, holding Isaac and Alina stepped forward out of instinct, Derek grabbing her elbow gently to stop her and she accepted it, watching with worry as the both of them seemed to be in some sort of pain, Isaac’s eyes glowing golden as he struggled against Peter’s grip, Peter’s eyes a bright blue.

Both strained and grunted and when Isaac moved to grip onto Peter, even Derek stepped forward, until Peter spoke up. “Wait, I see them” he reported, Alina already having stopped Derek with a hand on his chest, too engulfed in watching the scene in front of her to notice the way Derek looked at her, her hand staying in place on his chest, not pushing, simply resting there. Finally Peter released Isaac who bent over, reaching for his neck as Peter fell to the side, catching himself on the table, both of them panting and Alina kneeled down in front of Isaac with worry. “Let me see… let me see, Isaac” she whispered softly, leaning up and looking at his neck before kneeling back down again “you’re okay” she whispered.

“What’d you see?” Alina asked with desperation, looking at Peter as she still kneeled in front of Isaac, Peter frowning as though trying to recall what he’d seen caused him to feel some sort of mental anguish. “I-I u-uhm, it-... It was confusing… uhm, images… v-vauge shapes…” he admitted, his hands shaking and she frowned, looking over her shoulder at Derek before looking back at Peter. “Boyd? Erica? Did you see them?” she asked hurriedly, Peter frowning as he looked off to the side “Isaac found them” he admitted and Alina looked back at Isaac with a grin “you found them” she whispered with a comforting joy, as though proud that Isaac was able to achieve that, proud in a way his father never seemed to be able to be with him. “Erica and Boyd, Peter, did you see them?” Derek asked, Peter seemingly in even more mental anguish “I-I barely saw them, I mean-... glimpses…”

“But you did see them” Derek stated, half a question, half a fact. “And worse” Peter admitted, Alina’s smile gone as she looked over her shoulder at Derek before looking back at Peter “what do you mean, ‘worse’?” she asked hesitantly as she stood up, taking a step closer to him “Deucalion” Derek answered, Alina looking over her shoulder at him, eyes widening a little “he has them? The leader of the Alpha pack?” she asked hesitantly before turning back to Peter “what did you see, Peter?”

“He was talking to them, something about… ‘time running out’...” he admitted, Alina turning to look at Isaac and then Derek “what does it mean?” Isaac asked softly as he held his neck, a tear running down his cheek, turning to look at Derek, as did Alina. “He’s going to kill them” Derek admitted, Alina feeling her heart race and she looked back at Isaac, walking over, placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly “not if I have anything to say about that” she muttered with anger, looking at Peter who began to shake his head “no… no no no h-he didn’t say that…” he stuttered, Alina looking at him with much softer features “he did make them a promise, that by the full moon they’d both be dead” he stated, Alina’s brows furrowing “the next full moon?” she asked with worry, Peter turning to face her “tomorrow night” he stated, Alina taking a heavy breath in order to calm herself down, exhaling just as calmly before looking at Derek “they won’t hurt them, Derek, we can’t let them” she whispered softly, Derek nodding ever so slightly in agreement and Alina looked down at Isaac with worry, moving around him to kneel down in front of him. “Let’s get some ice on that” she spoke softly, Isaac looking at Derek who gave a small nod, Isaac standing up with her, leaving to find some ice to place on the back of his neck, leaving Derek and Peter alone.

Peter studied his nephew before walking closer, a tiny frown on his brows, barely noticeable. “That girl…”

“Alina.”

“Right… she’s-... different, isn’t she?” he asked, Derek frowning at him with slight confusion “what do you mean?”

“You really haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what, Peter?” Derek asked with slight annoyance, Peter scoffing quietly in amusement “I don’t blame you, it’s rare… very rare, in fact only a handful has been recorded to have existed over time” he admitted casually, walking a little closer to an even more confused Derek “how was she on her first full moon?” he asked with narrowed eyes, Derek frowning as he recalled it “she-”

“Displayed remarkable control? A protective instinct? Not as bloodthirsty as everyone else?” he asked, Derek nodding hesitantly and Peter smirked, stepping closer “if Deucalion knew she existed, Derek… he’d forget all about you… the only problem is… werewolves like her, they take a long time to settle into a pack, they’re challengers but not competition, protectors of a sort, it’s why they’re so valuable. Once they’re fully settled into a pack it’d be like ten werewolves joined your pack at once. You’ll be even faster, stronger! You’ll heal faster and better, your pack would all feel a better sense of control… in one recorded case, an Alpha had two of such werewolves and it’s said he became immune to wolfsbane” Peter revealed with a smirk “Derek, Deucalion would trade Boyd and Erica for her” he added, smirking as he walked back “just food for thought” he stated casually before leaving, Derek staring at the floor with a sense of… something… he wasn’t sure what it was, or why he felt it… all he knew is that it was something strong that he felt.

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New Blood - 8

Warnings: Aaaaangst and then a lovely amount of fluff at the end<3

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Alina could feel her blood rushing through her ears, she could even hear it, her breathing heavy as she stormed into the locker room, her eyes landing on him and his landed on her, a frown forming on his brows as he saw her golden eyes, but what shocked him the most was her palm connecting with his cheek, her claws having grown out, scratching his cheek and when he looked at her, his other cheek got the same treatment, Scott and Isaac watching with wide eyes while some other guy was smiling with amusement. “Where the hell were you? AND WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!”

“My uncle-”

“As in the complete and utter psychopath who murdered people INCLUDING your sister?”

“It happens to our kind-”

“ANSWER MY QUESTION!”

“Yes, okay?! It’s him-” his cheek got another slap, this one much harder, actually making him stumble back a little. “My brother has been kidnapped by Gerard, Derek” she stated in an eerily calm voice, stepping closer to Derek who actually kept his gaze away, jaw clenched, as though he was embarrassed, unaware that his uncle watched with great intrigue. “Where were you? Did you even get my text??”

“He got it-”

“Shut up!” Alina snapped, pointing a clawed finger at Peter before looking back at Derek “my brother has been kidnapped by a psychotic asshole fond of cutting people in half with a medieval sword, he will do anything to get you! What if he deems that to be sending bits and pieces of my brother to Scott until we have to drag your ass to him?!”

“You really think I’d let that happen?!”

“Would you?”

“No! Of course not! You’re a part of my pack! I-”

“You’ve never cared about anyone but yourself! God, why didn’t I see that before?! You didn’t want to save my life, I could’ve died for all you cared! You just wanted more power! I should never have taken your offer!”

“You would be dead if you didn’t!!”

“EXACTLY!!” Alina screamed, heart racing as she watched Derek’s expression soften and change, a look of sadness on his face and she scoffed “you never cared about me… about Isaac… about Boyd or Erica! It’s always been about you” she added softly, shaking her head at him with a few tears in her eyes “stay the hell away from me and my family right now… I’m not leaving your pack but if I stay right now I might actually kill you” Alina muttered before turning around on her heels, storming out of the school with tears in her eyes.

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Stiles nervously picked at his nails as he sat next to her, his gaze down as he stayed silent. Until he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Are you mad?” he asked softly, Alina almost laughing, a smile on her lips as she shook her head “no… no, I’m not mad… okay yeah, I’m mad, really mad, but not at you. I’m mad at whoever hurt you, I want to rip out their throat with my claws,” she stated casually with a small shrug, Stiles looking at her, finding her already looking at him “but I’m not mad at you” she finished, studying him before looking down. “I was completely out of my mind when I found out that you were missing” she admitted with a scoff “I uh… might have slapped Derek. Three times… I just-... I came back here, thinking I was going to die surrounded by the ones I loved… in my own bed… not some-... hospital bed like-” she cut herself off, Stiles nodding ever so slightly “like mom” he finished, Alina nodding, looking back at him with tears in her eyes “when Derek gave me a chance to live… I mean-... I could have a chance with you. A chance to see you graduate and get into trouble and then get out of trouble only to get into more trouble again. I could have a chance to help you move out of this house to your own home when you are ready for that. I would be able to be there if you needed me… and when I found out that you were missing?... My heart stopped…” she muttered softly, Stiles’ eyes filled with tears as he looked at her, Alina leaning closer, cupping his face in her hands, being careful with his bruised side.

“And then when dad called and said you were home, my heart started to beat again… you try so hard for everyone, but sometimes not enough for yourself. I know you feel like everything is on your shoulders but you don’t have to carry that all by yourself, Mischief… dad said you said some from the other team beat you up… that’s a lie, isn’t it?” she asked softly, not scolding him for lying, but simply asking, and he hesitantly nodded, making her nod as well “it was Gerard, wasn’t it?” she asked further and Stiles hesitated before nodding again, making her nod as well and she pulled him into a tight hug, tears beginning to run down his cheeks as he hugged her back and she sighed. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Mischief…” she whispered softly, Stiles’ phone buzzing but he ignored it, making her smile a little “Scott is trying to contact you” she muttered, Stiles parting from her, wiping his eyes as he looked down “I know…” he muttered, Alina studying him before nodding to herself. “He texted me too. So did Derek… I’m going to meet up with them, help them, and then I’m going to come back here and stay as long as you’d like me to” Alina stated in a soft yet factly voice, leaning closer, giving the side of his head a kiss before standing up “I’ll be back before you know it, Mischief” she stated softly, Stiles forcing a nod and smile at her before looking away, Alina leaving hesitantly.

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Alina panted as she entered the warehouse, out of breath from running and she looked around, heading towards the voices when someone came flying past her, her brows furrowing as she turned around and ran to that person instead, kneeling down to see that it was Derek, a sigh leaving her, especially when he frowned up at her, as though confused at seeing her. “Alina?”

“Yeah, trust me, I’d rather not be here too.”

“Then what-”

“Is Gerard here?”

“He’s controlling Jackson-”

“I don’t care, Derek. He beat up Stiles just to hurt Scott” she hissed, pulling him up and on his feet before pushing him lightly against the wall, her jaw clenched, eyes that shimmering golden color “are you going to help, or not?” she asked quietly, Derek studying her before frowning a little, a soft expression on his face “you’re a part of my pack, Alina, your family is my family, I won’t let anything else happen to anyone you care about” he stated softly, Alina studying him before sighing lightly “prove it” she muttered before backing up, her claws already out and she ran to Scott and Isaac’s side, roaring at the lizard-like humanoid as it hissed at them. “That’s it? That’s the Kanima?” she asked hesitantly, Isaac and Scott nodding.

“Yup.”

“Yes.”

They both said at the same time, Alina sighing heavily “that’s not fun… very much not fun” she muttered to herself.

As Derek swung at the Kanima it caught his fist, Alina taking the chance to run up behind it, sticking her claws in deep into it’s neck by it’s spine, twisting them in an attempt to do at least some form of damage, it’s tail swiping at her, launching her backwards and against the concrete ground, knocking the air out of her but she quickly recovered, getting up as Scott kicked the Kanima into something, the Kanima in turn kicking him back and Alina quickly crawled up the small structure, jumping down, landing with her claws digging into it’s shoulder and she tore her hands down, tearing open the Kanima’s shoulders before it managed to throw her against a wall, the back of her head smacking against it and she winced, looking up to see a girl cutting up Isaac, a roar leaving her lips at the sight and she ran at the girl, knocking her to the ground, watching her roll away as Isaac fell to the ground, Alina roaring loudly at the girl, Scott calling out for her, asking her to stop, calling her name, ‘Alison’, yet it didn’t appear to have any meaning to the girl, or his pleas themselves didn’t have any meaning.

Alina stood her ground by Isaac until she heard him groan lightly, turning her head to look at him with worry, a split second of her attention being removed from the girl and an arrow stuck out of her leg, making her growl and fall to the ground, another arrow landing in her shoulder, and another in her other leg, crippling her as the last and fourth one landed in her stomach, her eyes wide as she fell to the concrete ground, wincing in pain, feeling as though every breath hurt, leaving her to breathe shallow breaths only, helpless as the girl walked closer. She looked down at Alina before kicking her head, everything turning black immediately after, as though her head hitting the wall wasn’t enough.

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Alina woke up to a darkened room, her eyes opening and she blinked, looking around, finding a figure by her side as she laid on a bed, her shirt rolled up to expose her stomach and she winced a little when he touched her in that area. She lifted her head up despite the pain it caused, looking down at her stomach where a red dot was, like a sore bruise or a burn mark. “You’re awake” he spoke and she looked at him with a frown “my name is Alan Deaton, Scott works for me. I’m a veterinarian, but also a sort of… adviser, to your kind” he said with a faint smirk and Alina let her head fall back against the pillow. “Where am I?”

“Your motel room. You brother was very insistent on not treating you at the animal clinic, or at home” he replied smoothly, Alina closing her eyes before sighing softly “my brother, where-”

“He went out to get a snack, though I believe I heard a thud not too long ago…”

“He probably managed to make the snack machine fall or something” she muttered with a small smirk, opening her eyes to look up at the man “thank you, but I think I’m already healed” she stated softly, Deaton smiling “I wanted to make sure, some of the arrows were-... particularly difficult to get out” he admitted, Alina humming as she shut her eyes, frowning ever so slightly “my whole life is sort of ‘particularly difficult’” she admitted with amusement, opening her eyes again before forcing her aching body to sit up, Deaton smiling at her again “yes, I’ve heard. Breast cancer, lung cancer, now werewolf.”

“Don’t forget the crippling anxiety” she said jokingly, Deaton chuckling briefly “you have a sense of humor, so you didn’t take too hard of a kick to the head.”

“I remember a wall too” Alina mumbled with a wince, Deaton nodding “that too” he stated before getting up, walking over to the closed curtains “it’s evening, would you like me to open the curtains?” he asked and she hesitated before shaking her head “no thanks. And thank you, Deaton” she stated, Deaton nodding with a smile before leaving, Alina looking around the empty motel room with a small sigh. It wasn’t long until the door opened, a smile gracing her lips when Stiles walked in with snacks in his arms, nearly dropping all of them as he made his way to her bed, throwing them on the bed before sitting down on it. “So, I got Reesees, I got Snickers, Mars, I got those horrible coconut things-”

“Stiles” she interrupted, smiling again when he looked at her, all clueless, as usual. “Come here” she whispered, gesturing for him to come closer and he did, hugging her tightly as she sighed “I’m sorry I left…”

“It’s okay, you had to-”

“You’re still my priority… you always will be, Mischief. I need you to understand that. No matter what, you matter the most to me” she whispered, Stiles nodding as he continued to hug her “I know… I love you too.”

“Good… is everyone okay?... is-... is Derek-”

“Derek’s fine” Stiles assured her as he leaned back, Alina nodding with a soft sigh “what about Scott? Isaac?”

“They’re both fine… Jackson is too, actually. He’s going to London or something.”

“London?”

“Yeah, well, he’s sort of not the Kanima anymore, now he’s just-... werewolf Jackson” he stated plainly, Alina chuckling lightly as she shook her head “Jesus Christ, things change fast around here…” she muttered, Stiles scoffing with amusement “you have no idea” he muttered, Alina turning to look at him “then catch me up. On everything. Not just what you’ve told me, but everything before, too. Before I came back, before Scott was bitten” she sat up and got comfortable on the bed, Stiles doing the same with an excited look on his face as he nodded and took one of the snacks, getting ready to tell her everything.

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The Dragon's Daughter - 39

(Warnings: This is pretty angsty but there’s some fluff in the middle and some wholesome fluff at the end)

Dothraki will be in bold

High Valyrian will be in cursive

Important note: The drawing of the dress is mine, made by me personally. Please, do not copy it, alter it, post it anywhere else. I researched Westerosi traditions for wedding dresses and customs and expectations. I worked on it, I brainstormed it and I took the time to design it and draw it. Please respect that. Thank you.

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“Your Grace, it’s Maester Sam” Falia called and Rhaella frowned at her, sitting in front of her vanity, getting ready for a flight with her brother, Falia having been braiding the Queen’s hair when there’d been a knock at the door. “Maester Sam?” she asked aloud, turning in her seat “let him in” she ordered, Falia doing as told before returning to Rhaella, resuming braiding her hair as Sam approached “Your Grace.”

“Maester Sam. I don’t have an appointment, do I?” she asked with that same frown and he shook his head “n-no, Your Grace. I was-... hoping to maybe… discuss a rather different topic all together” he chose each word carefully. The Queen was kind, forgiving, just and benevolent, but she was still a dragon with the temper of a Targaryen. Her words were still ‘Fire and Blood’. “Is that so? Very well” she stated with a faint nod, Sam nodding in return, shuffling a bit closer to where the Queen sat, clearing his throat “I was hoping to talk to you-... maybe-... about, you know… the wedding” he finally managed to spit out, noting how Rhaella tensed up like a statue, even Falia stopped braiding her hair for a second before quickly finishing it. “All done, Your Grace” she reported, stepping back with her hands folded in front of her neatly. “What about the wedding?” Rhaella asked stiffly as she took off her earrings, Sam sighing lightly “I know you think you have to do this, but if you truly don’t want to-”

“The Realm needs an heir aside from my brother and unless you know of some way for me to get with child without a man touching me then I don’t see what other choice I have” she stated calmly yet there was a firmness to her voice, a hard edge that conveyed how much this troubled her. “What are my choices, Sam? I’m way past the age for marriage. Yes, I am still very young and fertile but the Realm doesn’t see it that way. To them, they see a woman nearing to become an old crone…” she trailed off quietly, looking down before looking back up at Sam “I only want this to be over with as soon as possible… As soon as I’m with child there will be no further need for this kind of conversation” she stated with determination and Sam sighed “but-... it’s your wedding! You’re supposed to love the one you marry-”

“Sam, you are kind and compassionate and considerate, you always have been and I am thankful that you have been a loyal and faithful servant not only to the Realm, but to me as well, and a friend… but with all that in mind, and with all due respect, you’re a man…” she reminded him softly with a frown “I am to be debased, humiliated and sold off for this Realm. I will live under the constant threat of being overthrown by my husband-to-be. Him and I may agree on who will be wearing the crown, but that can change. It can be one week after our marriage or one year or more, but it could easily change. I am to be used as a whore until the Realm sees fit to leave me alone to rule them in peace when I’m old and no longer fertile, and by then, they’ll have looked to my children, to my son, even if I have a daughter first. It may be easy to think that marriage should be about love when you’re a man but women have to forsake those girlhood dreams of a marriage filled with love and happiness the day they flower” she finished her rant, a few tears in her eyes that she managed to blink away while keeping a calm and stoic facade “I may have a rather… pessimistic look on marriage, but I’m not pessimistic. I’m a realist stuck in a pessimistic situation” she added with a heavy sigh “my happiness does not matter, what I prefer does not count, what I want is irrelevant… if the Realm wants a big wedding, they will have it, if they want a small wedding, they shall have it… my opinion has no place on the matter” she stated more firmly as she got up and left, Falia sighing lightly, glancing at Sam, hesitating before approaching once she was sure that Rhaella wouldn’t hear her “she likes Prince Durran, it’s not that she doesn’t!... but she’s right… you can’t understand the fear she faces, the horror that a marriage represents to her. If she marries, she’ll never ever be safe again, not even surrounded by her garde… but if she doesn’t marry, then the Realm might not see her as of any use and demand her brother take her place, since he is the male heir of the Queen Mother” Falia explained sincerely “imagine not even feeling safe with Gilly and baby Sam… that’s what she’s afraid of” she summarized, the Maester frowning with great sadness. Gilly and baby Sam wasn’t a secret, and the Queen, both Daenerys and Rhaella, had defended them fiercely as though they were of their own blood. Any demand for Sam to be removed as a Maester, or for Gilly and baby Sam to be sent away from Sam, was met with stern refusal. Sam was allowed to live however he wanted with Gilly and Sam and that was the end of it. Sam had much to be grateful for, he knew that, he knew he owed the former and current Queen his life ten times over probably, they had changed and bended the rules just for his sake, naming Gilly as a Lady and baby Sam as a lord, given them a place at court or generous housing if they so desired, they had allowed Sam to be with Gilly however he wanted, forgiven him for stealing books from the Citadel, pardoned him for breaking his oath to the Night’s Watch and leaving his duties and training to become the Night’s Watch Maester behind, they called him friend, accepted him, respected him, treated baby Sam as though he was a trueborn and given him the name of Tarly, Sam’s heir. He wanted to help his Queen, he wanted to help his friend… but how do you help someone who is so utterly convinced that they’re beyond help and hope?

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Her heeled steps echoed in the darkness as she continued past the cells, Brienne and Ezzo close behind her as she walked with the torch held out in front of her until she reached the cell she wanted to find. She stopped, looking over her shoulder at Brienne and Ezzo, lifting her hand briefly to signal them to stay put before approaching the dark cell, placing the torch on the cold, damp stone floor, kneeling down to be level with the darkened figure past the bars. “Lady Cersei” Rhaella called, her tone soft yet there was a commanding tone to her voice, one that made the darkened figure turn to face the bright torchlight, narrowing her eyes a little at the light compared to the darkness she was covered in. “Oh… it’s you” Cersei muttered with spite and Rhaella sighed “you know, there’s a reason why you’re still in there” Rhaella reminded Cersei harshly “why you’re down here, why you’re not raising your son-” Cersei lunged for the iron bars, gripping them with fury “do not talk about my so-”

“I will talk about whoever I chose because like it or not, YOU are NOT Queen anymore” Rhaella reminded her harshly “is that why you’re here? To remind me?” Cersei asked with disgust and Rhaella intentionally waited before answering “I’m here to ask you something” she admitted, Cersei scoffing with spiteful amusement “that so?” she asked scornfully and Rhaella sighed lightly “you’re a spiteful creature, Cersei. A hateful, spiteful thing… but I’m not here to talk about that. I’m here to ask you something…” she began hesitantly “I am to be married. It’s a good match, some might even call it a perfect match… he is very handsome, kind, has many siblings so there’s no question of his family’s virility” Rhaella stated in a matter of factly voice, as though listing the attributes of a fine breeding stallion. “He appears to be accepting of his upcoming station and rank” Rhaella added, Cersei scoffing, looking into the darkness of her cell instead towards the torchlight and the young Targaryen Queen. “Have you come to ask me something, or just to babble about your ‘fine specimen’?” Cersei asked with spite and Rhaella narrowed her eyes at her before nodding to herself “Durran is the Prince of Dorne, firstborn, but marrying me… he will be King Consort to the Queen, not first in line in a great house… I’ve come to ask you-... were there ever a time that you were happy? Where-... marriage didn’t seem so bad?” Rhaella asked with a frown, expecting a rough answer, a rude, crude, spiteful remark, but instead she got a hesitant silence. “When I had my first boy…” Cersei admitted so quietly that Rhaella barely heard her, her heart starting to race a little at the change in the woman behind the bars “a black haired little beauty… he was perfect…” Cersei remembered quietly, Rhaella staying silent as she listened, “he fell ill not long after his birth, but-... that was the only happy thing in my life, he was perfect, he was mine…” Cersei remembered in an almost fragile voice and Rhaella frowned, hesitating before kneeling back down.

“Your children… they made you happy?”

“If there is to be any happiness in your life… it will be your children. Love no one but your children” Cersei advised, her spiteful and vengeful tone having returned but Rhaella wasn’t put off by it. She picked up the torch and nodded “thank you, Lady Cersei” she said softly before leaving the Black Cells, Brienne and Ezzo once again trailing after her after she passed them by.

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“Your Grace?”

Rhaella spun around at the sound of his voice, her heart racing a little as she looked at the Keepers, giving them a nod and they went into the newly built Dragonpit, Rhaella approaching Durran who’d been the one to call out and he bowed his head. “I was thinking if you had any… preferences for the wedding?” she asked hesitantly, hands folded neatly in front of her and he noted how hard she gripped her own hands. “Such as?”

“Details to add, food to be served” she elaborated briefly, Durran opening his mouth when he halted, seeing Raemor being brought out of the Dragonpit, being led towards them and Rhaella seemed to almost… ease up… obviously the massive fire-breathing creature calmed her more than anything else could. “Are you going for a flight, Your Grace?” Durran asked, swallowing to wet his dry throat as the dragon continued towards them before stopping right behind them, the Keepers stepping back to give the massive creature space, all of them knowing from past experiences that he hated being crowded. “No, we are” she informed casually and it almost seemed like the Prince’s warm skin tone turned pale and cold as his eyes widened a little “I-I’m sorry, Your Grace?”

“I wasn’t informed that you had trouble with your hearing” she stated casually, Durran clearing his throat, nodding as he looked at the massive beast as it seemed to almost… glare at him. “I don’t, Your Grace, b-but-... I’m not wearing the right clothes-” he stopped when he saw her raise an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to continue but instead he sighed “would it make you happy, Your Grace?” he asked hesitantly and Rhaella seemed a little caught off guard, her eyes a tiny bit wider and she looked back at the dragon waiting for them “yes” she finally decided, looking back at Durran as he took in the dragon before nodding, clearing his throat “right, then” he muttered, slowly approaching the dragon, Rhaella joining him to make sure Rhaemor wouldn’t outright just eat him. She reached her hand up and the ever-growing beast leaned it’s head down, the warm scales of it’s snout pressing against her palm and she smiled slightly. “Sȳz, lēkia, sȳz” she whispered to the dragon, it’s massive, golden, predatory eyes closing almost in bliss, purring lightly and Durran was completely wrapped up in what he was seeing. He’d seen their bond before, of course, but every time it was just as enchanting, how in tune they both were, how strong their bond was, their link to each other. “What does that mean?” Durran asked and Rhaella turned to look at him “it’s-... High Valyrian… sȳz means ‘good’, lēkia means ‘brother’” she admitted softly, looking back at the dragon. “High Valyrian. Sounds-... difficult to master” Durran stated with a smile and a hint of nerves, Rhaella merely tilting her head at the dragon in front of her “I wouldn’t know. My mother told me that my first words were in High Valyrian… that I only learnt to speak the common tongue when I was older, even though my mother didn’t speak High Valyrian to me. She said it was like I couldn’t speak any other language until I was older, but I could still understand her in the common tongue” Rhaella admitted calmly, tilting her head at her dragon before looking at him “come” she ordered softly, dropping her hand from the dragon’s snout to walk around it, Durran hesitantly following, eyeing the massive beast with worry.

“So… h-how…?”

“Climb up” she stated casually, beginning the climb herself until she was at the top and in the saddle, Durran clearing his throat, nodding to himself before approaching, hesitantly beginning the climb, following what he’d seen her do and when he was almost at the top, he looked up, seeing Rhaella extending her hand to him and he gladly took it, allowing her to pull him up behind her in the saddle. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked almost teasingly and Durran let out a breathy and nervous laughter as he held onto her sides “the day is still young, Your Grace” he replied nervously and she chuckled “hold on” she ordered and as though they were in sync, Raemor began his flight. The massive dragon moved over the ground to get enough momentum to take flight, letting out a roar as he aimed for the clouds, Durran holding on tightly and Rhaella found it utterly amusing how terrified he seemed, clinging to her, holding on tight to ensure that he didn’t fall off at any point. This continued the entire ride until she landed, the ground shaking with the weight of him, a loud roar leaving his mouth, as though to announce to the world that he and his rider had landed, warning enemies and rallying allies.

Rhaella patted his side with a smirk as he turned his massive head to look at her and Durran, Rhaella smiling at him, whispering in High Valyrian before looking at Durran “ready to get down-?”

“Yes” he blurted out, Rhaella laughing briefly, a genuine laugh, before nodding, crawling down first so he could see the path to take and where to grip, following down and onto steady ground. “Sōvēs” she said softly, Raemor roaring as he shook his head and Rhaella stepped back, Durran doing the same and he flinched when Raemor spread his massive wings before taking flight, Durran watching almost in awe. “Sōvēs means ‘fly’” she stated, turning to Durran “if you truly wish to learn my mother tongue, I will ask Grand Maester Ricardo to teach you. I believe Maester Sam is currently learning it as well to take over for the Grand Maester when he is no longer able to fulfill his duties. I’ll talk to the Grand Maester, go to him if it’s something you want” she replied cordially before turning around, walking over to her horse that was waiting for her, the lean red stallion that seemed unconcerned about the massive dragon flying about. “W-Wait, isn’t he going into the pit again?” Durran called, gesturing to the dragon roaming the skies and Rhaella scoffed as she saddled up “he told me he wants time to fly free, visit the sea by Dragonstone. He’ll come back when he’s done with the sea.”

“The sea?” Durran asked and Rhaella visibly tensed, hesitating before looking over her shoulder at him “the sea by Dragonstone, it’s where my brother.. OUR brother… died” she admitted quietly before riding off towards the Red Keep.

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Rhaella was quiet as her gown was fitted, her gaze vacant as she stood on the small podium, the tailor and his assistant working tirelessly on the dress she would wear on that oh-so-important day. There was a knock on the door but Rhaella didn’t even flinch or blink, she just continued to stare out the nearby window at the setting sun. “It’s Lord Jon, Your Grace” Falia announced and Rhaella barely made a sound, Falia studying her beloved Queen closely. She’d gotten so good at reading the Targaryen queen, the way she carried herself, every tiny micro expression in her face, the glints in her eyes. She knew when she had her good days and her bad days, and this was one of the bad days… Falia thought it over before stepping aside, letting Jon inside before stepping back, hands folded neatly in front of her, watching as Jon approached Rhaella and the tailor and his assistant, taking in the design for the dress, frowning a little but he forced it away when she turned to look at him. She looked… unfamiliar was almost the word. The dress was ivory white with what looked like some sort of stiff corset or bodice underneath. The dress had long and fitted sleeves with tight cuffs covering half of her hands, a line stitched around the edge with a dornish rusty red color, the neckline was high and straight, covering parts of her collarbones too. On her chest was the Martell sigil embroidered and marked, as though that’s who she was meant to be. Her hips were framed by sharp cuffs on a belt meant to accentuate her hips to make them look bigger. The skirt was heavy with thick fabrics and looked like they weighed a ton. Behind her back were layered panels of thick silks, the same white but with the dornish rusty red mixed in with it, creating a fait trail that mixed in with the white. On a table there was a veil, thick and layered and he wondered if she’d even be able to see through it. A golden tiara laid out with three rubies in it, probably meant to hold the veil in place. Her hair was twisted up in a southern style, so unlike her in so many ways. She looked like a stranger in that dress. And even worse? She looked miserable.

“Kepa” she greeted, forcing a smile as Jon approached, hands behind his back as she stepped down from the podium “I-... have something I’d like to ask you” she began, waving her hand gently, signalling to the tailor that she wanted a moment alone with her step-father, the tailor leaving with his assistant. Once they were gone, Falia bowed to her beloved queen before leaving the room as well to give them peace. Rhaella moved to sit down with Jon and he couldn’t help but notice her stiff movements, even as she sat down. She’d never slouched, but her entire posture was rigid, like she was clad in skin-tight iron armor. “I was wondering, hoping, that perhaps you’d…” she trailed off, smoothing down the thick fabrics of her gown uncomfortably “for many years now, you have been like a father to me. You may not be my birth father, but I consider you my father… You’ve always been kind to me, treated me like your own, even after you had a trueborn of your own” Rhaella began, avoiding his gaze almost sheepishly “I’m the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Lady protector of the Realm… but on my wedding day, I won’t be… what I’m asking-” she hesitated, daring to look up at him “will you give me away?” she asked quietly, as though expecting rejection but Jon took her hand, squeezing it as he smiled at her “it’d be my honour, and pleasure” he told her and she smiled, tears forming in her eyes as she looked down, squeezing his hand in return until he spoke up again. “On one condition,” his words made her halt, her smile faltering and fading with every passing second, worry filling her despite his gentle and loving gaze “your dress” he continued, shaking his head “it’s not you, is it?”

“It’s-... I was told it’s the newest fashion in Westeros-”

“But you weren’t born in Westeros, were you? You were born in Essos. You’re the blood of Old Valyria, your father is Khal Drogo, you grew up in Mereen and you’ve fought real battles, real enemies…” he reminded her and she hesitated “but… the Realm-”

“Are not the ones getting married” Jon finished, lifting his free hand to cup her cheek “you’re not every other noblewoman. You’re the Queen. So, be the Queen, even on your wedding day” he reminded her and she blinked away a few tears, nodding hesitantly “I-I don’t-... know what-... to wear…”

“We’ll figure it out, if you’ll let us” Jon stated softly, waiting patiently as Rhaella thought it over before nodding with tears in her eyes and he was reminded of the little girl that he met at Dragonstone, soft and innocent. He knew the weight duty brought, he knew the way it sapped at strength and patience alike. She was handling the duty, the title, the Realm, better than anyone could have anticipated, but he’d be damned if he let that weight settle over her wedding day.

“I’ll fetch your mother, call in the tailor and Falia, and we’ll work it out” he suggested softly and she nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek that he quickly and gently swiped away, kissing her forehead before leaving, Rhaella feeling her heavy heart lifting a little, like a dune feather in the wind.

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New Blood - 7

“What about this one?”

“No…” Alina sighed at Derek’s response, dropping the book in the pile with the others when she lifted her head, a warm feeling spreading through her at the familiar scents. THEIR familiar scents. And Derek seemed to notice as well. “You decided” he stated casually, turning around, his eyes finding Alina briefly before looking at Boyd and Erica, the two glancing at Alina as well and she offered them a soft smile, wordlessly encouraging them to respond and tell him how things were, truly were, for them and their decision. “When?” she asked softly, Erica glancing at her nervously before looking back at Derek “tonight” Erica admitted hesitantly, glancing at Alina again before looking down “everyone’s gonna be at the game… we figured it was the best time” Boyd added, Alina glancing at Derek before walking over with a small sigh, smiling at them “that sounds like a good idea” she stated, Erica looking up at her hesitantly “it’s not like we want to” Erica spoke softly and Alina nodded “we know-”

“What DO you want?” Derek asked sternly as he approached, Alina glaring lightly at him over her shoulder before looking back at Erica “since I just turned 16 a week ago I wouldn’t mind getting my license… I can’t do that if I’m dead, you know…” she reasoned in a hesitant voice. “Well, I told you there was a price” Derek stated harshly and once again, Alina glared at him. Again. “You didn’t say it would be like this-”

“Yeah but I told you how to survive! You do it as a pack! And you’re not a pack, without an Alpha-”

“Derek!” Alina snapped, all eyes on her as she turned and walked up closer to him “they’re children and they’re scared. If you wanted someone to act like you, you should’ve turned more people our age, being like us could be a death sentence for them, pack or not” Alina reminded him sharply, Derek’s expression hardening as he looked at her “then what are you still doing here?”

“I’m not afraid to die, Derek, I’ve had cancer for six years, I’ve lived already even though we’re both only 23, but Erica is just 16 and so is Boyd. They’re kids and they’re scared and they haven’t even finished high school!” Alina snapped with anger, her eyes scanning his face for any sign of emotion “you need to understand that” she added in a much softer tone before turning to look at Boyd and Erica, taking a few steps towards them “both of you need to understand this; this choice, it’s dangerous. Derek is right in that we’re stronger as a pack, that means the two of you as well… but if you’re really going to leave… then at least promise me to take care of each other?... Alpha or not, you stick together, do you understand? You stick together like glue, you help one another, you trust only each other until someone has PROVED that they deserve your trust, and not just out of one good deed or two. Without a pack, you’re both vulnerable, more so than you think, you need to understand that, the dangers of this.”

“We know” Boyd stated softly, Derek scoffing briefly “you wanna look for another pack?” he asked, Erica looking away almost in shame, as though she was on the verge of tears “how are you even going to find one?” Derek asked sharply, Alina sighing softly as she studied them, silently letting them know that she wanted an answer to that too. Erica and Boyd exchanged brief glances before Boyd sighed softly “we think we already did” he admitted, Alina looking over her shoulder at Derek, frowning, walking closer to him “is there a way you would know of another pack? Any scents? Any clues at all?” she asked quietly, Derek continuing to stare at Boyd and Erica before looking at her, subtly letting out a sigh “it depends…”

“On?”

“If they wanted us to know they’re here” he whispered and Alina sighed, hanging her head briefly before turning to look at Erica and Boyd, walking over. She pulled Erica into a tight hug, resting her cheek against the top of her head “take care of one another… don’t stick with this pack just because they’re the first you come across, join them, survive, but always rely on your instincts” Alina advised before hugging Boyd just as tightly “take care of her… and yourself” she whispered so only Boyd could hear it, the big guy nodding as he hugged her back “I will…”

“Good…” she muttered, wiping away her tears as she parted from them before turning to look at Derek “I have to be at the game tonight, Stiles might be playing… I didn’t accept this just to be kept away, I didn’t accept life so I could miss out on his, I already came up with an excuse for my dad when he asks” she stated softly, Derek giving a hesitant nod after a while and she nodded, leaving the burnt home to make her way back to the abandoned train cart, a location she actually quite enjoyed all things considered, she had a game to attend to that night.

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Alina hesitantly walked towards the stands, taking in just how long it had actually been since she had been there, her eyes roaming the entire place as she came up beside the players, grinning when she saw that head she could recognize anywhere. She was silent as she crept up on him as he sat on the bench at the side, fiddling with his lacrosse stick until Alina poked his shoulder, making him jump half a mile into the air, falling off of the bench as he spun around, ready to crawl away when he saw a grinning Alina, trying to hold back her laugh. “I’m sorry! I really am, I couldn’t help myself, you were so clueless and I just couldn’t help it” she admitted as Stiles flew up, throwing himself at her after dropping his lacrosse stick and she laughed and giggled as he hugged her tightly “what are you doing here?!”

“I’m here to see you play!”

“But-... I don’t-... play…” he admitted and she parted from him with a deep frown “what do you mean you ‘don’t play’?”

“I mean; I don’t play-”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not very good…”

“That’s bullshit! Has the coach ever given you a chance?”

“Yeah” he trailed off as she kept looking at him, sighing heavily “okay, not really, but I try out! And I-... I’m not-”

“Alina??” they both spun around and Alina grinned as their dad swept her up into a tight hug “what are you doing here?! I thought you were in Chicago?” he asked casually as he placed her back on the ground, Alina looking at Stiles with slight panic before recovering quickly, smiling “I heard of the game tonight, I knew I couldn’t miss it so I booked a room at a motel nearby when the doctors gave me the all-clear!” she said with a big smile, her dad grinning at her, pulling her into another hug before gesturing to the stands, Alina nodding, letting him go first as she turned to Stiles “if you get out there tonight, give them hell” she whispered and winked at him before moving up the stands to sit next to their dad, smiling at Stiles before turning to her dad as he spoke. “So, how’s Chicago?”

“C-Chicago??... Oh, you know, it’s-... you know, Chicago” she stated nervously but luckily Noah was too high on cloud nine to notice “what about… y-you know… the uh…”

“The treatment?”

“Yeah…”

“They’re actually doing really well” it wasn’t a complete lie, she told herself. “There are some uh… side-effects… but I’m feeling much better… there’s other people there and it’s-” she stopped as she saw Scott, and that he had seen her, a smirk forming on her lips “it’s very much a pack-mentality” she stated, knowing he could hear her, watching him smirk with amusement, trying to muffle a laugh, disguising it as a brief cough and she looked back at her dad “good! I’m so happy to hear that! D-Do you know… you know-... does this… ‘program’ have a schedule?” Noah asked awkwardly, Alina smiling with amusement before looking down “it’s very optimistic for me, dad… it’s meant to be a relatively short program despite how aggressive it is, only a month or two, maybe three months tops for me.”

“Because you got leeway to come here?” he asked casually, Alina blinking before nodding “y-yeah, because of that” she muttered. God, she hated this. She hated lying, especially to her dad of all people… she was just thankful that she didn’t have to lie to Stiles too, that would have broken her, lying to the two most important people in her life.

As Scott’s mom appeared, the topic moved to her, Noah talking with her while Alina took in the atmosphere, listening to the different sounds, especially when she heard a voice she knew better than herself, a smile on her lips as she listened to Stiles, until she heard what he was saying, her smile faltering as she turned her head to look in his direction, considering getting up and going over there until the coach appeared. She tried to force herself to ignore their voices, but she was glad that it didn’t work when she heard the news. Stiles was playing. A giant grin formed on her lips and she nudged her dad to get his attention “Stiles is playing!”

“What?”

“Stiles! He’s playing” Alina said with a beaming smile, standing up, clapping with a giant grin “oh no” Noah muttered and she stopped grinning, looking down at him, sitting back down “what? Why ‘oh no’??”

“Why is Stiles on the field?” Noah asked with a small wince, Alina frowning “because he’s on the team?” she offered and it was as though a lightbulb lit up over his head “he’s on the team” he muttered, Alina frowning even more but it turned into joy when he stood up “my son is on the field!!” he shouted loudly, Alina chuckling before nudging him, making him sit back down and she leaned her head on his shoulder briefly, Noah leaning his head against hers, taking her hand in his and Melissa smiled softly at the sight. Noah had told her about the cancer, of course, so to see her with a healthy flush to her cheeks made her heart warm, her eyes moving to Scott and she sighed softly, a frown on her brows as she tried to digest it all, werewolves, Gerard, that creepy lizard thingy…

Alina’s joy vanished as she heard a voice calling out to Scott, a calm one, spoken under a breath and she looked around, lifting her head from her dad’s shoulder, letting go of his hand, forcing a casual smile at him when he looked at her. Her eyes scanned the crowds, eventually finding the principal fiddling with something silver, her eyes finding Scott as he spoke, threatening, and Scott turned his head, frowning when he saw that Alina looked at him, subtly shaking his head. “Scott…” Alina whispered under her breath, Scott shaking his head again before looking in front of himself, back down at the ground.

‘Don’t do anything. He doesn’t know about you, or that you’re with Derek in his pack. Don’t do anything, please.’

She frowned at Scott’s words, Scott subtly turning his head to see if she’d heard him, a pleading look on her face and he shook his head again, making her sigh softly but ultimately nod her head, Scott letting out a light breath of relief. She hated this, being forced to sit through it, listening to someone threaten the boy that was practically her other brother, her fists clenched, breath getting heavier and she subtly got out her phone, forcing a smile at her dad as Lydia arrived, standing up “sorry, I have to text one of my doctors, I forgot to update her on how I’m doing” Alina muttered smoothly before moving away from the stands, looking around cautiously before looking back down at her phone.

‘Gerard is at the game with Jackson, he’s threatening Scott, he wants him to bring you to him. He’s going to have Jackson massacre everyone, Derek. I know that Erica and Boyd leaving hurt, I feel it too, but if you won’t do it for Scott, then do it for me, I’m still part of your pack, Derek… Garard is threatening to kill everyone, my dad and brother included, as well as Scott’s mom. At the very least, they’re innocent. Please. I’m not going to howl for help or anything, but I need you, Alpha or not, I need you right now.’

And she sent the text, taking a shaky breath before walking back to the stands, sitting back down next to her dad “everything okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, it’s just this status update when someone is ‘off the course’ as they call it, since the treatment is only there you sort of have to go without it when you leave, no matter for what, so it’s just important to keep them updated since it’s still experimental” she whispered, her dad nodding before leaning in closer “why are we whispering?” he asked and she hesitated before sighing “because I don’t want everyone to know I’m undergoing experimental treatments for cancer in Chicago?” she whispered back and he hesitated before nodding “fair enough” he muttered and straightened back up, Alina letting out a heavy breath, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again. God, she really did hate lying.

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New Blood - 6

Warnings: Some slightly angsty fluff, then some fluff, a bit angst during the full moon and then a hint of fluff at the end.

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Alina woke up with a brief gasp and a groan, her throat raw and sore and when she opened her eyes, she frowned at who she saw, her brows scrunching together tightly as she raised her head to look around, finding herself in one of the seats in the abandoned train cart, a blanket over her and a searing pain in her right wrist that made her wince. She lifted her hand out from under the blanket, frowning at the bandaged sight, her fingers trailing over the bandage before she looked at the person in front of her, now in focus compared to the blurry sight before. “Boyd?...”

“Hey, Alina” he stated softly, smiling and she smiled back, pushing herself to sit up straighter in her seat, wincing at her sore body. “What happened?...”

“Derek and Scott found you, you weren’t-... Alina, your heart wasn’t beating when they found you… but they managed to get your heart beating again, you passed out afterwards…” he muttered, moving to sit in the seat in the row right across the row she sat in, Alina turning to face him as she sighed softly “I remember coughing…” she muttered, Boyd studying her before frowning “why didn’t you say anything?”

“About…?”

“About all of it. The cancer. That it spread-”

“Jesus, Boyd” she sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose as she shook her head briefly before looking back up at him “how the hell was I supposed to just-... lay that on you? ‘Hi, Boyd. Good to see you again after so many years. You doing okay? Good. By the way I have breast cancer and I came back to Beacon Hills to die surrounded by my family instead of in a hospital with strangers.’? You’re just a kid, you should focus on the real priorities in your life. Of course I had no idea that meant being a werewolf” she muttered the last part, Boyd smirking ever so slightly in amusement. “I guess you’re right… I just wish I knew, it would’ve explained the smell…”

“Smell?”

“Yeah, you kinda, uh… smell” he admitted sheepishly, Alina frowning, about to tilt her head down to her shirt to try and see if she really did smell when a voice made her attention shift, as well as her head turn to the side. “You can’t smell it. Not yet, anyway” Derek said softly, walking closer and Boyd got up, Derek sitting down where Boyd had been as Boyd walked off after saying goodbye to Alina, leaving Alina and Derek in the train cart all alone. “So… what do I smell like?”

“Not good” he admitted with a smirk, making Alina chuckle lightly “ouch… so is it like a hypersensitive wolf thingie?”

“Pretty much. You smell… wrong… I was confused at first but then I found out about the cancer…” he trailed off, Alina humming “so, I smell like death?” she asked, Derek shrugging as his only answer, making her chuckle again, a grin on her lips as her fingers traced over the bandages on her wrist, her eyes locked on it. “I guess this is where I got ‘the Bite’” she stated with a smirk of amusement, Derek nodding and she sighed “you really need to find a new name for it” she stated teasingly, Derek scoffing with amusement “I’ll put it on my to-do list.”

“Next to saving Jackson, hopefully” she stated casually but Derek tensed and she noticed immediately, a frown forming on her brows as her brain ticked away like a bomb, trying to figure out why he was suddenly so tense “what?”

“Jackson… he can’t be saved, Alina…” he started slowly, Alina frowning at him with confusion “but-... you won’t-... you don’t mean that you’ll-... you can’t do that either, Derek, he’s still just a kid, you can’t seriously consider-”

“He can’t be killed either” Derek stated and he wasn’t sure if Alina was relieved or not, she just nodded a few times before looking off to the side with a frown. “So… what now? You can’t save him, you can’t kill him… is he even aware of what’s going on?”

“We’re not sure, someone’s controlling him, but we don’t know who… Alina, I was the one to bite him, this is my fault…” he muttered, Alina frowning at him before sighing, reaching her hand out, gently taking his hand into her own, making him look at her “fault or not, you’re doing what you can to rectify it, to right a wrong…” she trailed off, smiling softly at him “it’s admirable… you’re at a crossroads that both lead to dead ends, but you keep looking” she added, giving his hand a comforting squeeze “you’ll figure something out, and I’ll help, if I can, and I know Scott won’t rest until this is done with and Stiles is practically stuck to him like glue, so you can take advantage of his hyper-active brain” she added the last bit jokingly, Derek scoffing briefly with a smirk, studying her before nodding. As a small silence fell over the two, her hand still holding his, he frowned, leaning in a little closer and Alina’s heart sped up, her mouth going dry. She didn’t dare say a single thing, make the tiniest sound or move the smallest bit, her hand still holding his and she prayed he hadn’t noticed how sweaty her palms had gotten with how close he was. And then he took a subtle breath, brows furrowing more and he looked at her, her brain short circuiting and she opened and closed her mouth a few times before finding her voice.

“W-What is it?...” she asked in a whisper, Derek beginning to smirk a little, and she felt her cheeks burn with heat. “You don’t smell” he whispered in return and it took her a second to register what he was talking about, a frown forming until her eyes widened and she quickly let go of his hand, leaning back and away as she awkwardly cleared her throat “oh! Well-... that’s good, right? Does it mean that it’s working?” Derek had a look of confusion on his face as he looked at her, as though confused as to why she’d leaned away but he quickly recovered, nodding, and she nodded with a grin “fantastic! So-... what now?”

“It’s a full moon tonight… I’ll lock up Boyd, Isaac and Erica, and now you. I’ll be here to control you, get you through it, train you to control it better” Derek stated softly and Alina nodded, sighing softly “okay, sounds-... new, but it beats breast and lung cancer” she muttered the last part before sighing “what time is it?”

“It’s close, Boyd was here early, Isaac and Erica should be here soon” Derek informed, standing up and Alina nodded “get some rest, you’ll feel stronger than you have in years now that the cancer is gone, you’ll need something to hold onto, a mantra, if you will, something to keep you in control” Derek advised and Alina nodded, standing up, a little wobbly on her feet but Derek supported her until she found her footing, Alina giving him a soft smile “I’ll call Stiles… I need to see him…”

“Alina-”

“It’s okay, really, I’ll come back, I promise. I just need to see his face before all of this starts…” she muttered, Derek finally nodding, standing back and letting her walk out of the train cart, a smile on her lips as she looked at Boyd before looking down at her phone, dialing Stiles’ number as she jogged up the stairs and outside of the building. “Hey, Stiles- No, no I’m fine- I’m fine, I promise-.... I’m okay, I promise, but can you come here?... I just-... I don’t know, I’ll be locked up during the full moon, which still sounds super weird, but I guess I just need to see you before that?” she asked hesitantly, hearing the sound of something falling before hurried footsteps, a smirk on her lips as she frowned “did you just fall?.... Stiles, it’s still ‘falling’ even if you don’t hit the ground… yeah, it is- okay fine, you ‘stumbled’, better?... okay, just drive safe, you geek” she ended the call and sighed heavily, closing her eyes, tilting her head to the sky. She hadn’t felt this steady on her legs in years, nor this pain-free. There had always been an ache in her body after she was diagnosed, a constant feeling of pain and nausea, so much so that she’d forgotten what it felt like to be rid of those feelings, she’d gotten so used to them that she never took note of them. Until now.

She opened her eyes when she heard the sound of a car coming closer, looking ahead at the headlights and a grin formed on her lips when she saw the familiar figure get out of the jeep, barely steady on his feet when she threw herself at him, hugging him tighter than she had in years. Stiles eagerly hugged her back, surprised by the strength in her hug. Ever since she got back, it was like her hugs were gentle even when she hugged him tightly, but this, this was familiar, the familiar crushing yet safe sensation of being hugged by his sister. “I was so worried! Scott said that when he and Derek found you you weren’t breathing and you weren’t alive and then Derek bit you and then they got you back-”

“Stiles, I’m fine.”

“Okay, so, you don’t have to worry about me, okay? I’m going to a party-”

“Stiles-”

“A kid friendly one! I promise! And Scott’s gonna be there and-”

“Stiles. I’m not worried” she admitted with amusement, smiling softly at him “you’ve grown up a lot since I last saw you… I’m proud of you, you know… for all of this. It’s not easy to wrap your head around as an adult, let alone a teenager. I’m proud of you in so many ways, Stiles… and I’m not worried. You’re clumsy, hyperactive and an idiot, but you’re also one of the smartest people I know, Stiles, you’ve figured all of this out from the bottom with just that little noggin of yours,” she stated as she poked his forehead lightly, smirking “I’m not worried about you, only those who stand in your way” she added, Stiles nodding, subtly wiping away a few tears and she chuckled, pulling him into a tight hug. “Go on, go, I’ll be fine, Derek said he got something that could work better on me than the others” she admitted, parting from Stiles and he nodded, about to turn around when he dug through his pocket “a-actually, here… w-when Scott turned for the first time, the thing that really kept him sort of in control was mostly Allison and uh, I don’t know, I just thought-... you know” he muttered, handing her an old picture, the corners were faded a little and bent but it was still kept in a good condition. Alina smiled brightly as she looked down at the picture, her fingers gently running over her mom’s face, the face she hadn’t seen in such a long time. “Mom…” she muttered, Stiles nodding “thought you could use it to sort of ground yourself” he admitted and she smiled up at him, hugging him tightly before wiping away her tears “thank you…”

“Alina!” Derek called out, Alina and Stiles turning to look at him and he nodded towards the abandoned building and Alina sighed. “Wish me luck… and please, please be safe, no matter what you’re doing” she whispered, hugging Stiles again before jogging up to Derek, walking back inside with him as Stiles watched. “Always…” he muttered, hesitating before turning around and getting into his jeep. He had to tell Scott about the swim team.

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Alina winced as the restraints were fastened quite tightly, Derek immediately stopping, looking up at her with a small frown “too tight?” he asked and she scoffed with amusement “I went through twelve rounds of chemo, fix them tighter” she advised, Derek trying to hold back a smirk as he nodded, doing as told, fitting them so tightly around her wrists that they barely allowed circulation. He placed the head piece on her head, nodding Boyd over and once he held her, he began to screw in the screws, Alina at first keeping a calm face, her breathing getting heavier, face beginning to twist into one of pain, her brows furrowing as she kept silent except for her heavy breaths getting heavier and heavier. Derek was almost impressed by how well she took the pain, until he could feel the screw pierce the her forehead as he screwed it, her eyes shutting tightly in pain as she let out a scream, sobbing, kicking her legs a little, fists clenched as Boyd continued to hold her as still as possible, tears running down Alina’s face and just as Derek stopped, she opened her eyes “keep going” she muttered through clenched teeth, Derek glancing at Boyd hesitantly before continuing to screw a little more, Alina screaming in pain as Derek fastened the screws before beginning to chain up her legs and ankles, Boyd soothingly rubbing her arms now that the worst of the restraints was over, Alina panting heavily, eyes still shut as she leaned her head back a little, wincing.

“I’m sorry-”

“I’d rather it be this than hurting someone” she muttered in a tired voice, opening her eyes to look at Derek as Boyd left, Derek locking her legs and ankles before getting up, about to leave when Alina spoke up. “My pocket, Stiles gave me a picture” she spoke softly, Derek walking over, Alina moving her body up so he could reach into her front pocket, pulling out a folded picture, Derek studying it as he kneeled back down in front of her, showing it to her and she nodded as much as possible, a smile on her lips “my mom…” she muttered, Derek turning the picture back around to study it. There was the sheriff, a small boy missing two front teeth, a brown haired woman next to the sheriff and a girl with pigtails and braces who smiled up at him, a smile forming on his lips as he looked it over “you can see that Stiles didn’t change much” she joked lightly, Derek huffing briefly with amusement, looking up at her, placing it in her chained hands so she could look at it. “Thank you” she whispered, Derek nodding, getting up to start restraining Boyd and then Isaac, Erica already chained up with the same headpiece as the one Alina had on.

Alina closed her eyes as she waited, already she could feel… different… she wasn’t sure in what way, or if she liked it… it both hurt and felt powerful at the same time, her nails starting to burn as her gums began to ache, a spiking pain running through both her nails and gums and she held back a scream as long as she could even though Erica screamed her lungs out. Alina opened her eyes as it finally became too much, letting out a brief scream as she doubled over, her nails starting to grow and sharpen, becoming thicker and stronger and she felt her heart race, her limbs starting to fight against her restraints as she screamed, brows furrowing, her screams turning into shrieks and growls as she struggled, her heart racing, everything happening at once. Every smell, every sound, every feeling, everything was amplified by what felt like a thousand, her body felt as though it was on fire, roars starting to leave her lips as the only thing that mattered was getting free, the chains and metal rattling against her as she writhed in her seat, pulling and tugging on the chains like a rabid animal until finally, she broke free, the picture on the floor of the abandoned train cart as she used her claws to slash at the straps around her still restrained wrist, bending over and using her canines to tear through it, the sound of chains rattling and landing on the floor once the strap was cut, the chains attached to the strap becoming useless and in seconds her legs were free, her eyes a glowing yellow, eyes sharp and piercing, everything was nothing at the same time.

It felt like she had gone mad. And accepted it. Her vision blood red, everything was hazy in a dizzying way, all she could see was shapes and she felt angry, desperate, her fingers itching, her limbs felt restless and it was as though it was out of her control, she had to move them, she had to move them to get rid of the restlessness and the one thing that made sense was to use them. Without thinking she jumped at Derek, managing to slice his back with her claws before he pushed her off of him, pushing her away and she landed on the floor. She quickly got up, roaring at him, about to pounce when she saw it on the floor. Amongst the broken chains and straps and the headpiece she didn’t even remember tearing off, there it was. It was as though everything had color again, the blood red sight was gone as she looked at the smiling faces in the picture, everything else felt numb and void but what that exact picture made her feel. Truly feel. She didn’t hear Isaac break through the window, not until Derek was thrown to the floor by Boyd and she looked up, watching Erica and Boyd attack Derek and she jumped forward, tackling Boyd to the floor as he clawed at Derek, roaring loudly into his face as she pinned him down, slashing at his chest before grabbing his wrists, digging her claws into them, drawing blood as she roared at him while Derek fought off Erica. Boyd kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying through the train cart and into Derek, preventing him from chaining up Erica as he had attempted, Erica seizing the chance to get up and claw at his back, only for Alina to jump up on her, legs wrapped around her throat, thighs locked around her face and Derek took the opportunity, punching Erica out cold before staring at Alina who jumped off just before Erica hit the floor. Alina panted heavily as she stared at him, golden eyes locked on him, her claws out, canines displayed and he actually flinched when she moved in his direction, but instead she picked up Erica’s wrist, chaining her to the pole like he had tried to do before, looking back up at Derek who hesitantly nodded at her, turning around to see Isaac keeping Boyd in control. Or rather, Isaac had Boyd pinned down.

Derek first tied up Boyd and Erica again before moving on to Isaac, as Alina seemed to be more in control, only her eyes and claws being the only real proof of what she had just turned into. Once he had tied Isaac up, he walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her and she lifted her wrists, Derek hesitating before gently shaking his head. “I don’t think we need to” he muttered, Alina frowning at him before nodding, looking down at the picture on the floor. “I don’t-... I don’t want my c-claws to-”

“I got it” he whispered, picking up the picture before placing it on the seat next to her so she could still look at it, Derek studying her “I’ve never seen anyone with such control on their first full moon…”

“I thought about my mom… and my dad… and Stiles…”

“So, you have three anchors” he muttered as though it was a revelation, Derek sighing softly “I’ve never heard of anyone with three anchors” he admitted, Alina looking at him before turning her head to look at the picture, Derek studying her before moving to sit across from her on the row of seats next to her. “I think all you’ve been through, the cancer, the chemo… I think that helped…” he admitted, Alina gently shrugging as she continued to stare at the picture “maybe… I guess I’m used to feeling-... angry… wanting to hurt something and everything at once… wanting to tear people apart…” she admitted jokingly, turning her head to look at him, smiling ever so slightly “I almost did it the sixth time my doctor wanted me to go through a round of chemo” she admitted, Derek smiling with amusement “that sounds like you” he muttered and she blushed a little, blinking and once she opened her eyes again, they were back to normal, their brown color like a warmth that washed over him and he nodded towards her hands, making her look back down at them, her fingernails back to normal, aside from the blood and dirt on them. Derek nodded with a small smirk “well done” he complimented before getting up, Alina smiling softly before looking behind her at Isaac, finding him smiling ever so slightly, giving her a small nod even though he wasn’t as changed back to normal as she was.