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A Crooked Way to Fly (15k)

“We can’t just leave him here to die.”

“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

“Then we should stay with him.”

Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.

It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.

“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY RITA!!!!!!! I HOPE U HAVE A GREAT ONE THIS YEAR!!! WITH LOTS OF CAKE AND HAPPY THINGS AND KITTIES!! AND FOXES!!!♥♥♥♥

@ritarmandi​ : Sooo, how about my favourite topic (i’m very calculable xD): magical!Stiles in action, doing some cool battle spell, while Derek is in a total shock that where and when the heck became this guy so badass. (He totally falls in love with Stiles of course. :D)