Chapter 11:

Stiles was getting restless, but this time wasn't because of the moon. He could certainly still feel the wolf under his skin, but Derek had been right. The worst was over. It had been nearly two hours since the Alpha went to check on Jackson and that was what was making him restless. He checked his phone obsessively. He stretched his senses as far as they could go, but all he could hear was the occasional car. Stiles didn't even know if Derek had taken his car to check on Jackson. When Stiles heard the sirens not too far away, he knew something was wrong. But he didn't pull against the chains. He didn't try to break out. He couldn't trust himself to stay in control if he did that. Instead, he checked his phone again. His leg was shaking uncontrollably by the time he heard a car stop outside. He could hear Derek before he could see him. The Alpha was alone when he reentered the train car. He didn't say anything as he checked the chains on Stiles' wrists and ankles. "Derek, what happened?" Stiles asked anxiously. He could smell the concern on Derek, but when red eyes looked up at him, he calmed a bit as his eyes flashed in response. Derek was quiet as he undid the chains. Then he took Stiles by the wrist and headed for the exit. "What happened?" Stiles asked again.

 Derek ignored him, releasing his wrist. "What's a 187?"

 Stiles stopped moving. "Dead body," he breathed. He could feel his heart speed. His fangs cut into his lip. Derek grabbed his shoulder firmly.

 "Calm down," he hissed.

 "Then tell me what's happening!" Stiles growled back. Derek's eyes flared red and Stiles managed to take a calming breath even as he shied away a bit.

 "Your dad is fine. I will tell you everything when we get back to your house, but you need to control your shift." Derek pushed him forward. Stiles moved, counting his breaths like he would for a panic attack. "Isaac is in the car. Do not growl at him." Stiles glared back at him, eyes flaring blue. Derek shoved him forward again. True to his word, Isaac was waiting in the backseat of the Camaro. Stiles nodded to him, giving him a smile, closed mouth smile. The other teen reeked anxiety, stress, blood, and pain. There was a bandage on his face and dark bruises on his neck. Isaac looked a little nervous as he nodded back, his eyes fixing on Stiles', which had flared at the smell of blood. It was silent as Derek drove back to the Stilinski house. Once they were there, Stiles lead them all into the living room and sat down, looking at Derek expectantly.

 "Tell me what happened," Stiles said. Isaac sat down in the Sheriff's favorite armchair and looked at Derek too.

 It took a few moments, but eventually, Derek responded. "You were right," he huffed.

 "About what?" Stiles raised an eyebrow.

 "Jackson and Isaac."

 Stiles looked at the other teen who seemed to shrink into the chair. "And the body?"

 "Probably Jackson, but I don't know anything for sure." Stiles rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. There was too much going on and he was exhausted from the full moon, even though he could still feel it pulling at him. He tried to clear his mind enough to think through what needed to happen next. Derek's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Stiles." Stiles' attention snapped to his alpha. There was a clattering noise around the room as various small items fell to the ground.

 "What was that?" Isaac asked quietly. His eyes were wide as he looked at Stiles.

 "Magic," Stiles muttered. "We can talk about everything tomorrow. I'm too tired right now. We've got two guest rooms. One's in the basement. The other is at the top of the stairs beside mine. Both should have clean sheets on the bed. If you can't find something, let me know, I guess." Stiles shrugged. Derek nodded to his beta as Stiles trudged up the stairs. Stiles smiled back. Now that he knew everyone was okay, his energy abandoned him. He barely managed to plug in his phone before passing out, still dressed.