Derek hadn't been happy about the plan. At all. But in the end he'd had to concede it was their best shot at getting the Alphas out of the way and getting to Boyd and Erica, because there'd been no way in hell they'd have a chance of getting past the front door if they'd all still been there. Hell, if even two of them had. That didn't mean he'd been happy about it, though, even when he had concrete proof that it had worked, and he'd watched from concealment as all three alphas had charged into the clearing in the woods, so confident and sure of themselves (and Derek's incompetence) that they'd never even considered it might be a trap.
Killing them hadn't necessarily been part of the plan, but Derek had always known that death, for him or them, was the most likely outcome. The rage they'd turned on he and Scott when they'd found themselves tricked and trapped had made it inevitable. And much as he'd hated to accept it, Chris Argent's presence was the only thing that had made it possible. Wolfsbane bullets slowing them enough to give he and Scott a chance... and, christ, the strain of making sure Scott didn't strike the killing blow on any of them felt like it had nearly killed him. In the end, Argent took down the biggest of them, a massive man whose name Derek never caught, with a clean shot to the head, and slowed down Deucalion and Kali enough that Derek could take them both out.
In the end, it leaves he and Scott both broken and battered, their own blood seeping into the mulch of the forest floor as they slump down, exhausted, next to the already cooling bodies of their enemies... and Derek barely resists the urge to snarl at Argent as he moves between them, checking that they are in fact dead. The surge of power from having killed two alphas in such short order is terrifying, and it's making it harder to control his rage and suspicion of the man, despite the fact he's just helped them. He's bent over, eyes closed tight as he listens to Scott pant for breath and Argent move around the clearing when he realizes that something has changed. Something important. Something terrible, and Derek's on his feet, snarling as he heads back towards town at a run before he even realizes he's moved.
He barely registers Argent yelling after him, or the sound of his and Scott's and Argent's phones starting to go off one after the other. He can feel his whole pack again, felt it the moment Boyd and Erica broke away from whatever the alphas had done to dim the connection to him, but what he feels now isn't them. It's something sharper and brighter and stronger and it's radiating pain and he needs to stop it. Now.
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Killing them hadn't necessarily been part of the plan, but Derek had always known that death, for him or them, was the most likely outcome. The rage they'd turned on he and Scott when they'd found themselves tricked and trapped had made it inevitable. And much as he'd hated to accept it, Chris Argent's presence was the only thing that had made it possible. Wolfsbane bullets slowing them enough to give he and Scott a chance... and, christ, the strain of making sure Scott didn't strike the killing blow on any of them felt like it had nearly killed him. In the end, Argent took down the biggest of them, a massive man whose name Derek never caught, with a clean shot to the head, and slowed down Deucalion and Kali enough that Derek could take them both out.
In the end, it leaves he and Scott both broken and battered, their own blood seeping into the mulch of the forest floor as they slump down, exhausted, next to the already cooling bodies of their enemies... and Derek barely resists the urge to snarl at Argent as he moves between them, checking that they are in fact dead. The surge of power from having killed two alphas in such short order is terrifying, and it's making it harder to control his rage and suspicion of the man, despite the fact he's just helped them. He's bent over, eyes closed tight as he listens to Scott pant for breath and Argent move around the clearing when he realizes that something has changed. Something important. Something terrible, and Derek's on his feet, snarling as he heads back towards town at a run before he even realizes he's moved.
He barely registers Argent yelling after him, or the sound of his and Scott's and Argent's phones starting to go off one after the other. He can feel his whole pack again, felt it the moment Boyd and Erica broke away from whatever the alphas had done to dim the connection to him, but what he feels now isn't them. It's something sharper and brighter and stronger and it's radiating pain and he needs to stop it. Now.