Warmer

6 | Wolf boy

CHAPTER SIX
Wolf boy

THE SILENCE WAS OVERWHELMING.

Stiles looked between Derek and Nox, who was stood ahead of them, in confrontation with the beast.

From a distance, the boy seemed confident, yet Stiles could see how the small boys hands were shaking.

The wolf had stopped, the bag having hit the creature in the face. The wolf's ears were no longer flat against its head, it was no longer in attack mode, yet it still snarled at the young boy who had hit it.

The wolf took a menacing step forward, it's large paw sending vibrations through the ground. The movement had made Stiles and Derek flinch, whilst Nox had fallen over from the shock of the sudden movement.

"Stop!" The dark haired boy yelled, having been brought from his shock as the wolf had begin to advance again. "I-I name thee, Dominik Nyxen King!"

The wolf froze.

The two men further back shared a confused look, watching intently at the scene before them.

The sound of bones snapping echoed around the small clearing they had found themselves in. The body of the beast contorting and moving visibly beneath the thick skin.

Stiles turned away, gagging slightly at the scene of the wolf's body mangling itself from within. He flinched at every snap, his heart raced at every soft grunt and harsh intake of breath he heard from the beast. Until everything went quiet again.

Was it dead?

"It's a boy?" The deeper voice of the sourwolf had Stilinski turning in his direction. With curiosity spiking in his mind, the buzzcut boy cautiously looked back to where the wolf had been. Only there was no longer a large beast, but a boy, no older than himself, covered only by a pelt of white fur.

--

Two hours had passed, and the trio had found themselves in the comfort of the Stilinski household, much to the teenage resident's protest.

They had brought the unconscious boy here, having deemed it safer and warmer than Derek's half destroyed house.

Stiles had also fetched the boy some of his clothes, having deemed that a wolf pelt was insufficient in covering his very nude body. Although the clothes had been left for when the boy wakes up.

"So, how did you defeat him?" Stiles' voice broke the longwinded silence, being the first to talk in over an hour.

"I-I didn't, I only f-forced him to transform." Nox, who had yet to leave the unconscious boy's side.

"So this is the brother you were looking for? You know he has red eyes, you didn't tell me that... he could be the alpha that has been turning people." Derek's gruff voice spoke up from the table across the room. He had gone back to his unreadable expression.

"No!" Nox snapped at the suggestion, glaring in the sourwolfs direction. "My brother is not a werewolf."

"Then what is he?" The buzz head boy asked, his place sat on the arm of the couch by the fur covered boy's feet.

Nox was about to answer before being interrupted by coughing and panicked breaths of his brother. The boy, who's name had been declared Dominik, frantically looked around. Stiles had stood up from his seat, but remained at the end of the couch. He felt his breath catch in his throat as the panicked boy locked eyes with him. He couldn't bring himself to look away from the boy's enchanting eyes.

"Dom!" The small boy who had been sat on the floor jumped up, wrapping his arms around his brother's neck. "What happened to you! I-I've been seventeen for the past thirty years! It sucks!"

The pair pulled apart, and Dominik calms down from his moment of panic. He stole another glance in Stiles' direction, which the Stilinski boy had not missed.

"I- erm... I was captured, by some druids I think... they imprisoned me in... a tree?" The boys voice was slow, cracking at certain words as though it hadn't been used in awhile. Stiles instantly went to the kitchen, quickly coming back with a glass of water that he handed to the naked boy. "T-thank you...?"

"Stiles."

"Thank you, Stiles." The wolf boy smiled, sending a warm and fuzzy feeling through Stiles' chest as he looked away from the boy with a small smile.

"It's good you two seem to get along, cause he'll be staying here for the time being." Derek announced as he walked over, the smallest boy getting up from the floor as he did.

"Wait what- since when!?" The pale boy yelled, thinking about his dad and how he would react.

"Since w-we need to find o-out who imprisoned him, and -make sure they don't do it a-again." Nox had stated, sending a pleading look to the taller boy, hoping he would let his brother into his home.

"I would like to stay with the boy- with Stiles." The wolf, Dominik, had arisen from the couch, eager to add his input. Everyone glanced away as the naked boy stood up.

"Alright alright, fine! Just... put some clothes on!" Stiles might as well have shrieked, covering his reddening face.

--

Half an hour had passed and the pair had found themselves in Stiles' room, trying to find a shirt that would actually fit Dom, who had a build a lot similar to Derek.

In this time the Stilinki boy had been taught a very aggressive lesson of not touching the boy's wolf pelt, having nearly had him hand bitten off when he went to take it upstairs.

"What is your interest in me?"

"W-what!?" The Stilinski boy fumbled at the question, heat rising to his face. Dom, having abandoned yet another shirt, sat next to Stiles on his bed, staring intently at the boy as he only got more flustered.

"You kept trying to find me, most would have been scared." The taller boy leaned closer, smiling slightly at the obvious redness of the boy, his teasing confusing Stiles. ".... you even tried to pet me."

Stiles remained silent, trying to rid his mind of the inappropriate thoughts that were bussing through his head. He couldn't help but be painfully aware that the boy only had on a pair of his boxers... and that they were rather tight. His bare chest was perfectly sculpted. In an effort to stop his mind he looked back up to Dom's face, being instantly absorbed in the quizzical gaze. His attention was drawn to the scar over his left eye, it was slightly smaller, paler than it was on the wolf.

"Do you still want to?"

"What?" Stiles' voice came out barely above a whisper, his face contorting in confusion at the dark haired boy before him. The tanned teen rolled his steel grey eyes, standing up from the bed. Moving over to the white pelt and putting it on. He started transforming and Stiles once again looked away.

He was taken by surprise as the wolf jumped up on his bed, the large creature making it creek. The white creature layed down on the bed, staring with its red eyes at Stiles. The boy crawled closer, slowly though with no ounce of fear.

He reached a hand out, eyes locked with the vibrant red ones.

His hands falling onto the snow while fur, a look of childish wonder on his face. The wolf pushed him over with its snout, pushing the teen boy to lay across the animal's side.

Stiles smiled at the wolf which had placed its head in the boy's lap, he cuddled into the white fur, getting comfortable for the night, his hand massaging the wolf's head as he is sent to sleep by the rhythmic breathing of the beast.