Who: Derek Hale;Stiles. What: Making himself a new pack member. Where: The wharehouse or wherever the hell they were. When: Nighttime. Rating: TBD. Status: Locked to these two
The entire fight was pretty much a blur. Between trying to distract Jackson in his Kanima form, dealing with the Argents and trying to keep everyone else out of harms way.Not to metion the annoying blonde-Lydia, that was her name or so he thought-deciding that crashing into building and nearly crushing people with her car, he hadn't exactly been paying attention to notice that the familier scrawny, sarcastic, teenager wasn't there. It wasn't until Peter and Scott noticed that the elder hunter was missing -though everyone, even him, doubted he could really gotten to far away. Not in his superiorly weakened condition anyway) did Derek notice that the boy hadn't shown up, probaly at all.
Feining off concern from his Uncle, he faked an excuse about circling the block just to make sure Gerard hadn't laid out any traps, Derek left Scott and the others under his Uncles watchful eye. Though he seriously doubted the two remaining hunters would pull anything. Not now, anyway.
Instead Derek left the small group, keen wolf sight sweeping the area carefully. Just in case the crazy physco hunter really had set up traps in case things hadn't gone his way. Derek wouldn't have put anything past that family, not anymore. So when the smell of blood hit him, it was a bit startling. Curling his fingers into his palm as he sniffed, searching for the source, he slowed to a stop as his gaze landed on the younger boys form. A deep frown forming as he dropped his defense posture.