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I'm never taking on an invading pack of wolves on my own next time. Derek continued to pad across the road in full wolf form, his snow white fur matted with blood and dirt, his tongue hanging out as he panted. The wolf's paws were beginning to ache and his pads we're cracked from walking on the blacktop of the road. I need to find someplace to stay, it's not safe to be at my own house since they'll scent me there. The Alpha lowered his nose to the road and blew out some air against it, trying to pick up any familiar scent, huffing slightly as he took in the scents. Trash. Trash. Roadkill. Rabbit. A rabbit is small but it'll do. Derek kept his nose lowered as he jumped over the barrier and landed on the cool ground of the grass, following the scent into the woods, his stomach growling in demand of food. His muscles screamed in protest as he crouched down and tensed his body as he neared the brown furred creature.

The rabbit lowered its head and continued to munch on some of the grass, its ears twitching as it attempted to hear everything around it while it ate. Derek inched himself closer to his target, trying to keep his muscles as tense as possible by remaining as silent and fluid as he could. The wolf lunged at the small animal, only to sink its claws into the soft dirt, seeing the rabbit running through the undergrowth. With a growl he went after it, his sore muscles and open wounds crying out in burning pain as he ran. He forced himself to forget about the pain and only focus on the task at hand: The kill. Derek dug his claws into the ground for leverage as he chased his prey through the woods, his hunger fueling him to make the kill. He hadn't realized how far he had chased the rabbit until he found himself dead center in the middle of the Stilinski's driveway with the rabbit nowhere in sight. A low growl of frustration left his clenched teeth as he lowered his head again to try and pick up any remaining scent of his prey.

Derek flattened himself to the ground slightly when he saw Stile's blue Jeep pull into the driveway, the headlights making his reflective eyes shine. "You damn near hit it, Stiles.", said Scott from the passenger seat as he stuck his head out the window to get a better look of the animal. The wolf bared his teeth slightly and rose his shackles, he knew he should be able to trust the pair by now, but his wolf was unsure. "What is it, Scott? It looks too big to be a dog. Maybe its mixed with something?", asked Stiles as he put his Jeep in park, getting out of it and shutting the door. "It's not a dog, dude. It's a wolf and a big one at that.", explained Scott as he got out of the Jeep, too. The smaller wolf began to slowly edge his way over to the white wolf, his hands lowered in a gentle gesture. "Are you crazy?! That thing could kill you!", exclaimed Stiles as he pulled his best friend back by his sweatshirt hood. Really, Stiles? I'm not going to kill him, but you're still up for an option. "He's injured and more than likely in a lot of pain, not to mention scared.", explained Scott as he looked down at the snow white wolf.

"Um. Maybe you should take him to Deaton?", asked the smaller teen as he walked closer to the wolf on the ground. "Help me get him into the Jeep.", ordered Scott as he walked to the wolf and knelt down a few paces away from it. Derek raised himself up onto his four paws and slowly walked over to the familiar wolf, giving him a brief lick on the shoulder. "Sure are friendly, aren't you boy?", asked the wolf as he scratched him behind the ears. "He's huge, Scott. How are we going to get him in the Jeep?", asked Stiles as he knelt down and scratched the wolf's neck, gasping when he felt a rough tongue sliding over his hand and wrist. Derek licked over the human teen's hand and yapped at them both, using his muzzle to gesture towards the door of the Jeep. "Come on, before he loses any more blood.", said Scott as he used his own werewolf strength to lift him off of the ground and gently place him on the backseat of the Jeep. "Is Deaton in the Office this late?", asked Stiles as he slid behind the wheel and waited for his sputtering Jeep to successfully start up.

"I sure hope so, this one's not in good shape.", explained the wolf as he glanced back at the injured wolf on the seats. Deaton better be able to recognize me and get me back onto two legs, I can't run a pack like this. Derek let his tongue hang out as he panted from the backseat, a small whine leaving his jaws when the Jeep hit a rough bump in the road. "I know. I know. I'm driving as fast but as carefully as I can. It's not my fault that rabbit decided to cross the road.", explained Stiles as he looked in the rear view mirror at the injured wolf. There went dinner. "Good, Deaton's still there.", explained Scott as he noticed the lights turned on and the OPEN sign hanging on the door. "Go get him. I'll get Fido or Rover or No Name out.", explained Stiles as he put his Jeep in park and got out, walking around to the backseat. Derek growled softly under his breath and glared at the jittery teen as the door was opened, watching in satisfaction as the teen jumped a little in surprise. "Jesus! Now you growl at me? Really? Should I just have your furry tail jump out? No? That's what I thought.", threatened Stiles as he gently lifted up the wolf, feeling the rough tongue once again making contact with his skin.

Damn ADHD teen. He's going to drive me insane one of these days. "God, you're heavy.", muttered the teen as he used his foot to open the door of the vet's office, carrying him into one of the exam rooms. "So this is the wolf Scott's been telling me about.", said Deaton as he helped Stiles lay him on the examination table. "In the flesh.", said Stiles as he checked himself over to make sure he didn't have any blood on him. "How bad does he look, Deaton?", asked Scott as he looked down at the wolf on the table. "Well, he has lost a lot of blood. The small wounds on his shoulders are beginning to heal and so are his pads, but that's because he's been licking them. The worse wounds are on his sides, I'll have to give him a light sedative so I can stitch them closed and securely wrap them so they'll heal properly. This wolf doesn't look very old, judging by the color and length of his canines he's at least a year old, no older than 2.", explained Deaton as he began to place a salve on the injured wolf's paw pads that were cracked, giving him some relief from the pain. "Do you want me to clear out one of the cages?", asked Scott as he gestured towards the door that said DOGS.

Stick me in a cage and I'll rip your arm off. Derek growled lowly at the mention of a cage, his ears laying flat against his broad head. "There are no open boarding cages, they've all been filled within the past three weeks. You may end up boarding this one at home. Easy boy, this isn't going to hurt.", explained the vet as he slid a needle into the wolf's paw, injecting a light sedative so he wouldn't feel any pain during the procedure. "I can't board this one at my place! My Mom would flip! Stiles, this one is all yours, dude.", explained Scott with wide eyes as he glanced down at the wolf. Wow, that's one hell of a sedative. Pretty colors. Derek let his eyes roll back slightly as he allowed the sedative to put him under for a little. "I can't have a wolf in my house! Do you know what my Dad will do?! He'll try to shoot him or something!", exclaimed Stiles as he paced the vet room floor as Deaton began to stitch the wolf's wounds closed. "Come on. Please? Just this once, I promise.", begged Scott as he looked desperately over at his best friend. "Fine. Fine. I'll take him home with me.", gave in Stiles as he waved his hands in the air. Yay! I''m going home with Stiles!