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Chapter 8

Him and Derek had decided to take it slow. After the pack had left the house they had a um..well they made out on the couch. Again. And Peter had interrupted them. Again.

So after that they talked, slightly argued and came to a decision. Stiles needed time to adjust, not just to Derek but adjust to the house, the fact he's no longer in an abusive relationship, the werewolf stuff...although if Stiles was honest the werewolf stuff wasn't hard for him to adjust to it was all the other stuff that was making him a bit..scared? Maybe nervous but...definitely a little scared. He'd never dated anyone other than Tom, never done anything with anyone other than what he did with Tom..so he was unsure how the hell to act in a normal relationship. All he'd ever known was abuse, in terms of relationships, so what did normal couples do?..Derek had tried to explain that but Stiles didn't listen..he wasn't sure why but he didn't listen. So they were taking it slow. Right now Derek was at the convenience store getting ingredients for dinner which Stiles was going to cook, because he liked cooking and Derek couldn't cook to save his life. Stiles had banned him from his own kitchen. Total BAMF.

But ever since Derek left the house, Stiles couldn't shake the feeling that a pair of eyes were staring at him..watching his every move. It put him on edge but he didn't call Derek using the cell phone he'd bought Stiles because well..he didn't want to cause him any trouble. Because of their agreement to take their new found relationship slow Derek had been a bit of a grump, he'd not yelled or been upset with Stiles but he had been very aloof for a couple of days so...he didn't want to bother Derek. But that feeling of being watched felt so..so scary and as clique as it sounds all the amber eyed boy wanted to do was run to Derek and feel safe, never leaving those warm arms until he felt the danger had passed. But he couldn't do that. So he'd have to deal with it...although he'd regret this decision later.

Narrowed navy eyes closed in on a slender, chestnut haired boy in a wooden, cosy house. It hadn't been overly hard to escape the police, they were dumb enough to think it was just a 'domestic' dispute..little did they know what Tom had in store for his 'ex'-boyfriend. Oh, rest assured, he'd make that bitch pay for trying to leave him. Tom could've had any boy or girl he wanted in that shitty high school, it just so happened he wanted an amber eyed hyperactive kid who couldn't stay out of trouble if his life depended on it. So he'd got the boy he wanted, shaped the amber eyed kid into exactly the kind of boyfriend he'd wanted him to be..obedient, quiet,respectful...he took out his 'frustration' on that bitch when he damn well felt like it. Because he was the one in charge! He called the shots and he wore the fucking pants! So when he'd been arrested because of the frail boy..he'd concocted a plan..he'd make that bitch sorry he'd ever disrespected Tom Matthews. Starting now Stiles' personal hell was starting and the navy eyed monster didn't plan on having any mercy.

Derek was a little..stressed. Him and Stiles had agreed that they needed to take it slow but god dammit he wanted to hold that frail hyperactive boy every time he caught a glimpse at him let alone when their living together in the same house, in the same bed. He'd refrained from doing so so he didn't make his mate feel pressured but god it had been hard. And now he was at the grocery store getting ingredients for the dinner Stiles was going to make since he'd been banned from his own kitchen...god he was whipped.
Although for the past few days Derek couldn't shake the feeling that something was 'off', he's felt like someone was watching him and his mate but..he was probably being paranoid so he'd tried to ignore it.

After the way too long wait to buy the ingredients Derek started the drive home when it hit him. The need to be with his mate came mostly when his Stiles felt in danger..and he felt danger. Pressing his foot firmly on the acceleration peddle he sped his way home, panicking and angered that his mate felt so distressed. Thick brows furrowed in rage as his mates distress grew more powerful, so much so his inner wolf howled in displeasure and outrage. As the angered wolf man made it to his cosy home the thick scent of upset hit him full force, making him growl low in his throat at the threat to his mate. Before thinking it through fully, as he probably should have, Derek stormed into the house..the front doors loud bang against the wall echoed throughout the silent home...
Derek's inner wolf howled in blind rage at the sight before him.

Stiles, his mate, was being held teary eyed and scared against a very familiar toned body. One that had narrow navy eyes and a craved smug grin..Tom was back. With a knife pressed against a male throat. He had Derek's mate. And he was going to pay dearly for the fright and water in those beautiful amber eyes.