#darkwolfhale

[differentbreedlahey-blog]

darkwolfhale continued from HERE.

Isaac was leaning against the wall, watching Derek with a raise eyebrow. When he had heard that Derek was sick the beta didn’t know what to expect… But honestly it wasn’t this. “Bambi?!” Isaac gasped, “Did just just call me Bambi?” He let out a defeated sigh before leaving the room only to return moments later with a brand new tissue box. “There. Do you need anything else?”

[therisenbeta-blog]

'Fading to Dust'

It had all happened so quickly. At one moment, Erica was fighting off one of the enemy werewolfs’s, and then the next moment, her ears were filled with the pained cry of Derek as a dagger plunged through his chest. 

It took Erica no more than a nanosecond to snap the werewolf’s next in two and turn to the man she once knew as her alpha. His time was running out-- Draining with every stride Erica took to reach him. By the time she had made it to his body, knelt before him and held him in her arms, his eyes were already half way closed. But he still had three words left in him.

“I’m proud of you.”

And then he was gone. Just like that. Out of her life forever, and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. All she could do was remorse and wallow. She threw her head back, some of her fallen tears being flung from their directed path, and she let herself shift. With one simple breath, she howled.

She howled for a fallen pack mate, for an alpha, for her alpha. She howled for a lost friend, a lost role-model, a lost inspiration. She howled for the man who gave her a way out of the hell she had been in before the bite. And finally, she howled for the angels in the sky, warning them to prepare a new halo for a fallen warrior who was on his way to meet them.

[screamsofbanshee]

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Lydia blinked when the sound of Derek’s voice broke through her haze and her cheeks warmed slightly, which was something very much out of character for her. She didn't blush easily. “I--sorry I knocked...on the loft door anyway.” She paused her heeled feet shifting as she averted her gaze from him. 

“I was actually stopping by to ask for you help.” She admitted before a hint of amusement crossed her features. “As far as staring...I feel like that doesn't actually need an explanation.” She replied.

[coraofhale-blog]

darkwolfhale

“Derek, Laura said it’s your turn to help me with my homework or something bad will happen. She won’t tell me what cause she knows I’ll tell you.”

[sxsure-archive-blog]

[ closed ]

darkwolfhale 

Lydia pushed the heavy door to the infamous loft. The banshee had her fair share of bad memories associated with the place. Heck, even her relationship with the owner was a little troubled but her and Derek had come to an acceptable middle ground. Well, not call each other in the middle of the night but there was a first for everything. 

“You know, I am all up for the late night chats, Derek but you should have given me more warning, you know? I would have brought my supplies and I could have started to braid your hair,” she teased, announcing her entrance into the open planned loft. “Is everything okay?” And there was the concern. The redhead covered it with wit but Derek was part of the pack and the pack were important.

[alphacreeperpeter]

darkwolfhale

"I'm glad.. you didnt die."

{ darkwolfhale }

[humannotdefenseless]

darkwolfhale As soon as Stiles had made sure that Scott was alright after his fight with Peter she quickly checked that the rest of the pack was fine before running straight out of the church. Stiles wished she could have stayed outside with Derek, and she almost did, but she knew the others needed her more at that moment. She hoped for the best, but eventually started to fear the worst. Desperate, Stiles looked around for Derek. Only to find him standing and in seemingly perfect condition. Confused but grateful, she ran forward. After checking where his wound had been without a single word and seeing nothing there, she looked up at him. "I... I don't understand. You were hurt... badly."

[littlebrokensurvivor]

She and Derek made a pact that they’d call at least twice a week and one skype call, if either party missed three calls in a row without any contact in between… Cora knew something was wrong and she followed her instincts, which led her to call Scott who unfortunately proved her theory. Someway, somehow, they found him… just not the brother she was expecting. The first moment she saw him, Cora was certain her heart stopped and the air was yanked from her lungs. To a point, the brother she saw was the brother she expected when she first returned. It was the brother in her memories, the one she knew, the one that really really shouldn’t be anywhere else than her memories.

"Hey..." she greeted quietly, keeping a certain distance between them to be sure not to startle him.