My Mate || Derek Hale

Smoke and Mirrors

Derek and Jess had been tasked with getting together enough weaponry to stop the berserkers attacks when the man suddenly stopped and sighed.

"I still don't like relying on these things."

"I know... You're missing your power and you're thinking you can't help. I would too, Der." The witch replied as she walked over to him, taking his hands in hers as she sat down on the space in front of him on the table,

"I don't like feeling helpless." Derek stated as the loft door slid open.

"I'm essentially human, do I look helpless?" Jess asked.

"I am literally human, do I look helpless?" Questioned Braeden as she walked over, gun in hand.

"You're both much better shots than me." The man responded.

"You think you're not coming back..." The witch realised after noticing his expression. 

Derek sighed before looking her in the eyes. "Not alive. But I'm also not going down without a fight."

"Anyone wanna fill me in on what's happening here?" The mercenary requested.

"Derek's name broke the final third of the deadpool which was written by a banshee. The other two names were of people in our pack that died a few months ago... We thought it was over when the deadpool ended but then Lydia turned up and screamed." Explained Jess after taking a deep breath.

"There's something you're not telling me, Carrington, spill it." Braeden ordered.

Derek raised an eyebrow at the mercenary. "It's Hale."

Jess ran her hand through her hair. "I'm pregnant." She stated before turning back to her husband. "I'm not okay with you dying."

"If it saves Scott and Kira, I am." He replied. "But to be honest, I don't think this is enough firepower to take down even one bereserker." 

"Not even close." A voice said from behind them. "Killing a berserker is next to impossible. It's not just the firepower, it's breaking the animal spirit from the human."

"Well, the only person we know with any kind of experience in this that we trust, Peter, is Argent and he's not currently answering." Jess snapped at the wolf.

"Well then you're going to need help... Like Malia, maybe Liam, definitely me." Peter responded.

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Almost all of the pack had gathered in the parking lot of Derek's loft with their cars ready to go except for Lydia. Jess, Braeden and Derek climbed out of a van as Liam, Malia and Stiles jumped out of the jeep and Peter got out of his car.

"How'd you get a prison transport van?" Stiles asked Braeden.

The mercenary scoffed before responding. "I'm a US marshal." 

"Yeah I thought that was a cover." The boy stated, confused.

"Are we really bringing him?" Derek questioned, nodding towards Liam. 

"Are we really bringing him?" The Stilinski boy enquired, pointing at Peter. Jess chuckled slightly as she leant against her husband.

"He has a point, Der." Replied the witch while Peter walked over. 

"We're bringing everyone we can." The oldest wolf stated. "And, considering Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, we should probably get going." 

"What's that mean?" Malia asked.

"If Kate took Scott back to the temple she kept Derek, she could do the same thing to him." Explained Jess.