Stiles was sitting at his computer, face glowing from the screen, highlighting his haggard appearance, evidence of his sleeplessness. The rest of the room was dark. He tapped the key board quickly, making little noises in his throat as he found helpful and interesting information. He leaned in closer, jotting down notes in a journal and bookmarked the internet page. He was researching a project for the pack and was finally finding what he needed.

A noise at the window startled him. He swiveled quickly in his chair, heart racing and breath coming out fast. Derek was pulling the window closed and turned to give Stiles a firm stare.

"Oh my god!" Stiles exclaimed failing his arms and almost falling out of his chair. He stood with an exasperated look, clutching his chest with theatrics, "Derek! You almost gave me a heart attack! Can't you knock or something?! Jesus Christ!" Stiles was standing in from of Derek, waving his arms and yelling. "You enjoy this, don't you?!" He complained when Derek only huffed in response. He poked a finger toward Derek and scowled, "meanie,"

Derek eye balled the finger, then quickly looked back to Stiles, then back to the offensive appendage, giving an 'if-if-you-don't-shut-up,-I-will-kill-you look. Stiles quickly pulled his finger back, curling his fingers into a fist and crossed his arms over his chest. He would like to keep all his fingers, thank you.

Stiles balked at the look Derek was giving him but obeyed the silent command. Pushing air out of his mouth noisily and asked, "Why are you here Derek?"

"Update me on your information," Derek ordered. Stiles internally sneered at Derek's tone, how rude, he thought, but shared the information anyways. The faster he got the job done, the faster Derek would leave. Stiles sat back down in his chair, turning toward his notes and unfolding his arms.

"The new hunters in town are known to be really ruthless. They are extra motivated to hunt and kill werewolves because all of them had family members who were turned. When they join the group, they are first commissioned to kill their werewolf family members, then they are initiated and accepted into the group."

Stiles paraphrased the information, continuing, "So they are perhaps even more dangerous than ordinary hunters because of their personal vendettas. These hunters are more feared because they don't follow the rules. They are ruthless and sometimes seem crazed, "

Derek grimaced with this news.

"Explain," Derek demanded.

Stiles sighed, here he was with the one word hit wonder but continued. "They say that they don't follow the code. They will kill bystander humans if they are in the way. They will attack in broad day light, at the grocery store or the mall, as long as it gets the job done," Stiles paused for a moment, as if he were done. Derek could smell the rising tension in Stiles, it wafted off the teenager like musk. Stiles was freaked out about something but didn't care to share it.

"What else?" Derek huffed, impatient to get all the information. Stiles sighed, running his hand over his face in attempt to wipe away his exhaustion.

"They are known to not only kill the werewolves in a pack... but also the humans too. They are willing to take the risks to get the job done, no matter the cost." Stiles watched Derek clench his jaw.

While Derek was distracted with the news, he took a moment to admire Derek's broad shoulders and trip waist. Derek was looking good tonight despite the exhaustion evident in his face. Then again, Derek usually always looked good.

Stiles maybe wasn't one to rank men's good looks but he did have eyes. He saw plenty of naked guys in the locker room at school and now he's running around with extremely hot werewolves, he's all but surrounded by hotness. It is unnerving at times especially when he looked the way he did, lanky and thin. He felt self-conscious about his appearance. Sigh, but it didn't hurt to look at Derek, as long as it was only subtle glances. If Derek find out that Stiles was checking him out, he would probably get his throat ripped out.

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Derek turned away from the idiot boy and stared out the window. He would have to start demanding the pack to go every where in pairs. The pack was still so new, they weren't strong enough as individuals to handle a new threat like this, especially with hunters who didn't follow the code. Derek growled at that. He didn't like hunters because they ostracized his people, but at least for the most part, they followed a code and would leave him be, but hunters with no code were dangerous people, much like mercenaries, they got the job done, even if it meant being ruthless with mass causalities. They were always so unpredictable because they seemed to have no emotions and no loyalties.

His wolves would be able to handle themselves for the most part, if they were careful, but he was more worried about Stiles. Stiles was a different problem. First off, he was human and if the hunters hunted and killed humans as well, especially if they associated with wolves, he was in trouble. Even if the wolves did their best to blend in and act human, Stiles was loud and obnoxious, and with his luck, would attract all the hunters attention by lunch time tomorrow. Derek turned back to the boy. Stiles was staring at him.

"Hm," was all Derek said, furrowing his eye brows and pulling his hands into fists.

Stiles released another big, heaving sigh and wished for sleep. He was exhausted. He had school in the morning and if he didn't get enough sleep, he wouldn't be able to function. "Do you need anything else?" Stiles' voice was weary. Derek blinked at him.

"Not right now. Go to sleep Stiles," and with that Derek was opening the window again and disappearing into the darkness.

Stiles brought his head up and shouted out the window, "you're welcome!" he wanted to add, 'you ingrate mutt!' but thought against it. Derek would probably be back in a heart beat, pushing Stiles against a wall, growling, and making more threats.

Although Stiles loved bonding time with Derek, he was too tired to care tonight. He brushed his teeth and fell into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.