A hunter walks out from behind a tree, he wore a lazy smile as he stood there with a cross bow in his hands and a shot gun on his back "Ah the famous McCall and Hale alphas and their human bitch, I heard my wolf tried to have fun with you." He said as he looked at the teen in the red hoody. Stiles glared at him but stood between Scott and Derek "I'm Black." He smirked at them
"I'm not their bitch!" Stiles hissed, the hunter didn't answer him he just pointed to Derek who had the hunter's wolf at his side
"Hand me my wolf aaand I won't kill your bitch."
"I'm not a bitch!" Stiles yelled a little louder
"We want you out of our town and go and be someone else problem." Derek snarled
"Sure fine whatever." Black said as Derek pushed the wolf towards the hunter.
Once the brown hair wolf got to the black hair hunter "Did they hurt you?" He asked as he untied him and caressed the wolf cheeks and smiled at him lovingly
"No." The wolf smirked as he nuzzled the man's neck he then leaned up and whispered into his lover's ear "I still want him." He giggled, Scott and Derek stiffen and looked at each other and then to Stiles. Whiles Black warped his arms around the brown hair wolf waist he kissed his neck "I want to watch you fuck him before you let me touch him. I want to taste his blood in my mouth as I give him the bite." He purred, Derek and Scott growled as they heard the wolf speak.
"Once we kill the wolves." He smirked as he looked back at Scott, Derek and Stiles. He raised his cross bow at the leave of Derek chest "We will be taken the bitch now, my pet seems to have taken a liking to him." He fried the cross bow sending a bolt at Derek.
Derek moved out the way as it sailed passed him and hit the tree behind him, the wolf ran at Scott knocking into him slamming him into a tree, before he Stiles ran at Stiles pushing him to the ground and started to try to bite him. Scott jumped up and went to pull the wolf off Stiles but only to stop short when a figure appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the brown hair wolf by the back of his neck and threw him into the nearest tree. The hunter spun around when he heard his wolf whimper in pain "SAM!" He screamed as he trained his cross about at the man in white "YOU FUCKING ARSE HOLE!" The hunter yelled as he fried a bolt at the new comer. The man grabbed the bolt in mid-flight before braking the metal bolt into with one hand
"You were given a choice Black take your whelp and get out of my town." The man said in a calm voice.
Stiles looked up at the man in white in front of him, he couldn't make out his face it was shielded by an odd glow that made it hard to tell who he is. "I will kill you!" The hunter know as Black snarled as he threw his cross bow to the side and pull the shoot gun in front of him and started shooting at him. Frowning the man in white waved his hand and the hunter collapsed, Sam whimpered for Black but soon passed out where he laid.
All eyes turned onto the man. He turned back to Stiles and reached out holding his out to Stiles offering a kind smile. Swallowing an odd feeling Stiles took the hand and let the man pull him like he weighed nothing, it was such a rush that it made Stiles dizzy. He felt a hand work its way around his throat and tightly slight making him gasp in shock as he was pulled around to face the two wolves "Let me go!" Stiles gasped as his hand moved to the man's hand.
"STILES!" Scott yelled as he watched his best friend get grabbed by a man dressed in white. He had his hand warped around Stiles throat making the teen stand still as he was pushed him against his chest. The man had brown hair with honey gold eyes, one of the oddest thing about this man is he wasn't wearing any shoes, the teen in his arms struggled to get out of his grip
"Let him go!" Derek growled as he stood to the side of them all wolfed out like Scott
"Hardly going to do that." He chuckled as he slipped his hand under Stiles shirt and rubbed the flat plans of the teen's stomach, he leaned into Stiles neck and sniffed his skin. Stiles closed his eyes waiting for the man to sink his teeth into his neck.
Stiles froze as he felt the hand rubbed gentle circles on his abdomen "I said let him go!" The older alpha snarled, as he flashed his red eyes at him, the man chuckled as he flash his white eyes making Derek freeze as he tried to stalk over to him, he stood there watching with horror as he realised what this man was
"Ah now you see." The brunette chuckled as white light bloomed from his hand and spread into Stiles stomach. The teen moaned and wiggled as he tried to get away from the warm heat spreading from his stomach
"STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Scott yelled, Stiles whimpered as hear the man whisper in his ear
"I've chosen you my little Nephilim for an important task, I need you to carry on my line." He tell him as he turned Stiles head as he dipped his head and kissed him on the lips.
While he spoke to Stiles both Derek and Scott has to put their hands over their ears because all they could hear was screeches coming from the man, they fell to their knees and cried out in pain feeling blood trickle between their fingers. The brunette finished speaking to Stiles he looked back at the wolves with a smirk at them before he disappeared in a blinding white light, Stiles stood there for a moment his eyes wide as he just stared off into the darkness and then drop to the ground as the white light faded into Stiles stomach.
Deaton looked up as he was cleaning the metal table when he heard the door being pushed open with brute force, that it left dent in the wall. The vet looked up when they walked in Derek was still carrying the teen as he laid him down on the cold metal table "What happen?" Deaton asked
"We ran into an angel." Derek told him, the vet froze and looked at the older wolf in the eyes, there was no words for a long time as he looked at the blood down the side of both wolves' faces
"Are you sure?" His voice sounded strained as he spoke
"Angel are you kidding me?" Scott scoffed as he looked at the pair of them. Derek looked to Scott as if to say 'what the hell do you think happen then?' Before looking back at the vet.
"His eyes glowed white Deaton, we can't get a good look at his face it was distorted by his glow and he spoke to Stiles, but all we could hear was screeches." Derek said, Deaton frowned as he turned to look to Stiles
"What did he do him?" He asked as he looked Stiles over
"Held his neck, and placed a hand on his stomach there was a white glow on his stomach after the angel left." Derek said, Scott still scoffing at the idea it was an angel. Deaton pulled Stiles shirt up and looked at his stomach but saw nothing, he placed a hand on the skin and started to press his fingers in a bit. The unconscious teen groaned and turned his head to the side making the vet looked at the neck
"Yep it was angel." Deaton said, as he pulled Stiles shirt back down. Derek and Scott looked at the mark on his neck, it was like a healed burn on Stiles skin. Scott squinted as he looked at the mark to him it looked like a triangle with what looks like a feathered arrow though the centre
"Angel?" Scott asked, lifted his head up to look up Deaton looked at the young wolf
"Not as in god's work forced. These are powerful supernatural being that are millions of years old, they are seen as Angel's because they are always in white and they always seem to glow, don't wear shoes." Scott frowned as he looked back at Stiles who was now groaning.
"What did he do to him?" Scott asked as he watched Stiles roll his head from side to side, Derek took Stiles hand and held onto him letting the teen tighten his grip as he rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of his hand
"Marked him." Derek growled quietly
"Marked him for what?" Scott asked, Derek now was getting annoyed with Scott and his fifty questions
"See this mark I'm sure it belongs to one of the old Archangels…"
"What like Gabriel and Michael?" Scott asked, Derek growled at Scott to keep him quiet and stop interrupting the vet
"Yes as in those Archangels and as I was saying this marks belong to one of them, whose ever mark this is marked Stiles for a reason."
"No really never would have guessed." Derek grumbled as he watched Stiles open his eyes.
Derek took Stiles home after he had Deaton each him over to making sure he was alright. Stiles sat in the car and looked at the house to see that his dad wasn't home "Thanks Derek for the lift." Stiles said as he pushed the door open and slipped from the car
"Stiles." The teen turned to look back at him "Whatever this Angel wants we will try and stop him." The wolf promises. Stiles smiled at him and leaned into the car closer to Derek and kissed his cheek
"Thanks sour wolf, I will give you a call in the morning to check in and in the meantime if you see that glowing git kick his arse for me." Derek just looked at him with wide eyes blinking as he gave Stiles a dull nod to say he heard him. Smiling Stiles pulled back out of the car and walked up to the house.
He closed the front door behind him and froze to the spot as he realised that he just kissed Derek on the cheek…what the hell is WRONG WITH ME!… his mind screamed at him as he went to get a drink before going to bed. He decide to call him dad to let him know about the unconscious hunter and wolf are chained up in the woods ready for him. "Hey Dad."
"Stiles are you alright? Deaton just called." John said, Stiles frowned as he turned the tap on …damn that vet… he thought
"Yeah Dad I'm okay, just tried and a bit of a head ache." He mumbled down the phone as he filled his glass up with water before turning the tap off
"Okay if you say so… I want you and Scott come in tomorrow to talk about what happen." Stiles frowned and took a sip of his drink
"Yeah okay, are you home tonight?" He asked
"No sorry, got some work to do here." John tells Stiles, the teen placed his drink on the kitchen counter and rubbed the back of his head
"Alright I will being you some breakfast tomorrow." He said "Night dad."
"Night son, I'm glad yours safe." Stiles smiled against the phone
"Yeah me to."