Capítulo 9: Chapter 9:
SOURWOLF: Outside. Now.
Stiles rolled his eyes but headed outside anyways. Derek was waiting in the Camaro at the end of the driveway. As Stiles got in Derek fixed him with a glare. "You weren't at Lacrosse practice."
"Did I mess up your plan Sourwolf?" Stiles snarked. Derek raised an eyebrow. "I didn't want to tempt fate. I was already risking it in Chemistry and if anyone other than Isaac had been sitting beside me, I would have been in big trouble. As it was, Scott definitely knows that Isaac knows about werewolves. Which doesn't bode well for any of us, since he'll tell Alison and she'll tell her family." Derek huffed in agreement as he drove away from the Stilinski house. "So, are you going to chain me up in your basement?" Stiles wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Derek let out a very loud sigh and glared at him for a moment. Stiles shrugged. "Hunters have the house."
"Seriously?" Stiles sat up straighter. "That's messed up." Derek's stiff posture seemed to agree with the sentiment. "So, if we're not going to your house, where are we going?" Predictably, Derek didn't answer. Stiles shrugged. "As long as it's somewhere that will keep me away from people, I guess it's fine, but one of these days, you'll tell me where we're going before you start driving. By the way, I think you were right about something going on with Isaac. He had a nasty looking bruise on his arm today. Plus, a cut on his neck that I know he didn't get from Lacrosse. I haven't really known him long, but the guy is jumpy as crap."
"Say what you mean," Derek growled.
"I think he's being abused. I don't have any real proof, but he's got all the normal signs." Stiles looked at Derek. "After the full moon, we need to find out for sure and get him the hell out of that house."
"Tomorrow. We have enough to worry about tonight." Derek parked the car outside an abandoned train depot. "Moon will be out soon."
"I can tell," Stiles muttered as he got out of the car and followed Derek into the building. There was a dilapidated train car in the center of the large room, and Derek went straight for it. Inside, there were chains attached to a set of seats. Derek looked back at Stiles expectantly. "You really think this is gonna be enough to stop me?"
"Stiles."
"All right, fine. Whatever. Let's get this over with." Stiles let Derek guide him into the seat and chain him down by his wrists and ankles. Derek settled on the seats opposite him. "So, are we going to sit here in silence until I get the urge to maim you?"
"You should try to find an anchor."
"Yeah, I remember you telling Scott about that, but I don't have a significant other or an unreasonable amount of anger."
"There are other ways to anchor yourself." Derek leaned forward in his seat. "Pain is an easy way. Some 'wolves use a mantra. Like Alpha Beta Omega. Laura used a strong memory as her anchor."
"Like for a Patronus?" Stiles snorted.
Derek glared at him. "Stiles, be serious."
"I am serious. Sarcasm is my best defense." Stiles shrugged, making the chains jangle. "At least it was, and for now it's the only defense I can control."
"You'll learn." Derek sat back in his seat. Stiles rolled his eyes but wasn't really concerned with continuing the conversation. Not when he could feel his teeth starting to grow. He forced himself to take a steadying breath, trying to keep back the shift. He could feel the pull of the moon outside. He wanted to howl and run and hunt. His eyes flashed blue. He dug his claws into his palms but was able to calm himself some by focusing on his Alpha. Derek was calmly watching him, a constant comforting presence to the beta. He had no idea how long it took, but eventually, he was in control enough to pull his shift back some. His teeth were still too sharp, and his claws still pricked against his skin. Derek frowned at him.
"Sourwolf," Stiles growled.
Derek raised an eyebrow. "The moon passed its peak."
"Meaning?" Stiles was lisping a little.
"The worst of it is over. You shouldn't be any more violent than you have been. You have your phone?" Stiles nodded. "Good. I'm going to check on Jackson. I'll call you if there's a problem. If not, I'll be back in an hour or so. Then we can probably unchain you and get you home." Derek rose from his seat. "You did good Stiles." Derek left quickly and Stiles resisted the urge to chase after him.
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