WHO: Stiles and Derek WHEN: Week 4. Thursday. Early Evening WHERE: The forest around the Hale estate and then Derek's home WHAT: Derek gets challenged to fight and the challenger does not play by the rules. RATING: TBA but there will be violence STATUS: In-progress
Being head wolf was not always so glamorous. He had respect but there was always those people that wanted to challenge him and take his position. Usually it was a quick fight before he beat them. The point was not to kill but to show that you were better by slightly maiming your competition. They would heal, slowly, but they would live. So when he was challenged last week he thought nothing of it and went about his week. He did tell Stiles he would be out for a while and then left before dusk.
They had agreed to meet just off Derek's land. The rules were: no weapons, no tricks, and an hour time limit. The challenger was a relatively young man who seemed to want to belong somewhere but he wanted to be in charge. Derek respected that, but the boy would have to look else were for that, Derek was not about to give up his title as Alpha so easy.
The fight started off like others, the challenger attacking first. Turning was allowed but either way Derek was bigger and stronger. He pretty much spent the first five minute deflecting the boy or throwing him over his back. The boy let his mouth run like he was winning. That only made Derek want to move him down a few pegs. This challenger needed to learn that skill and timing won a fight, not sheer dumb luck and a big mouth. The boy attacked him again, trying to pushed him over as his eyes flashed yellow. Derek flashed his own read eyes and growled before he felt a pain in his side. The fucking boy had brought a knife...coated in wolfesbane.
"Not so tough now are ya?" The boy smiled, pulling it out and then thrusting it into his side again. "I will be Alpha, one way or another." He growled. The poison was not letting him heal so blood was just running out of his wounds.
"You become an Alpha when you don't rely on tricks to win." Derek growled back, using what was left of his strength to grab the boy by his neck and send him flying into a tree. He heard a deafening crack but he didn't go to check if the boy was dead because he could still hear the heart beat. The challenger was alive but barely. Turning from the fight he pulled the knife from his side and started home. He needed to get home and clean the wounds out so they could heal.
The trek back home was longer than it really should have been. His other slaves had already retired to bed as Derek entered him home and started to climb the stairs, leaving blood as he went. He was ashen now, almost to the point of unconscious, but he fought it, just needed to get to his room. When he did he didn't even bother to close the door back, just stumbled in and hit the ground. He reached out for anything to grab only to grab the sheet on his bed and for it to slide off. He panted, turning on his back, on the floor.