Instead of responding to Gerard Derek jumps, claws elongated and teeth bared.

Gerard steps off to the side, causing Derek to face plant into the ground. The moonlight above glints off of his flickering blue eyes.

Gerard snickers, "Oh come on Derek, you surely you can do better than that."

Derek huffs and quickly gets off the ground, running at the hunter again.

"I mean after all he is your mate." Gerard sneers, grabbing his crossbow and jabbing the holster into Derek's ribs.

There is a violent crack and Stiles winces himself, almost as if he can feel Derek's pain.

Gerard laughs quietly to himself as he sees Derek collapse on the ground and his eyes flicker from ice blue to evergreen.

"Oh come on omega, for a lone wolf I thought you would be stronger." Gerard teases, "Is that really all you got?"

"He's not a lone wolf." States Stiles, trying to glance over at Derek through the Kanima venom, "He has a pack."

Gerard let's out a dry laugh, "Ha! The only pack he has is his uncle that killed the rest of his family. He wouldn't call that pack, would you Derek?"

Derek growls through clenched teeth, his ribs still slowly healing.

Stiles glares at Gerard, the venom pulsing through Stiles' body numbs and Stiles slowly moves a newly clawed finger.

"Now, Derek. I can't kill the fox, but I can kill the wolf." Gerard brings up his crossbow, aiming at Derek's shoulder.

"Now it wouldn't be worth the wait to get my hands on a Hale, if I couldn't have a little fun first." Gerard let's an arrow fly and imbed itself into Derek's shoulder blade, Derek yelps.

Derek gasps, holding back the urge to growl, as Gerard switches a silver arrow for one laced with a Yellow Wolfsbane.

Gerard pulls back the string, setting it into place and readies his finger on the trigger.

Ping.

The arrow goes flying, aimed perfectly at Derek's chest. Gerard smirks until what seems to be a flying red object jumps and catches the arrow mid flight.

Gerard panics for a quick second, looking around to see Stiles clothes laying on the forest floor, but not Stiles. Yet standing in front of him was a very pissed off looking fox, with an arrow in his mouth.

Stiles drops the arrow behind him, yet away from Derek, and shifts back into his human form.

The werefox grabs his clothes and slips them on before snapping the arrow in half, releasing a yellow powder into the night air, and watching it disappear altogether.

"I said," Stiles takes a small breath, "he has a pack." The last part doesn't sound very human, but more animalistic.

Instead of stepping back, however, Gerard smiles.

"Good." He States, "That means if I kill him you will die too, and I'll still get what I need from you."

And with that Gerard completely vanishes in a small cloud of black ash.

Stiles let's out a gasp of both surprise and exhaustion. He spins around to see Derek still laying on the ground with the arrow protruding from his shoulder blade. Calmly walking over to the Sourwolf he looks at the wound. It was already trying to heal he could tell.

Derek takes a shaky breath and slowly sits up, looking at the arrow himself. It shifts positions and Stiles winces, not Derek.

"Why did you wince? You're not the one with an arrow in your fucking arm." Says Derek sarcastically.

"Well, I'm sorry if I can't feel sympathetic for you." States Stiles.

Derek rolls his eyes and then pauses as he is about to take the arrow out.

"Stiles did he hit you?" He asks, giving him a side glance, but not quite meeting Stiles gaze.

"Uh, no. Why?" Asks Stiles curiously.

Stiles follows the werewolf's gaze to his own neck. It was lined with black veins, they probably went all the way up his face as well.

"What the hell?" Stiles says surprised.
"What is this?"

Derek gives the veins a long hard look. "I have absolutely no clue." He states, "I've only seen them when someone has taken pain or has been shot with mountain ash or wolfsbane..." Derek pauses.

Stiles looks at the arrow and tilts his head only a little bit.

"Maybe it's the..." Stiles starts off, his voice slowly turning into no more than an unnoticed whisper among the night sounds.

"What?" Asks Derek, standing up now, keeping his hand gently on the arrow.

"I'm going to ask you something odd, and if this works we need to find Argent so we can have a Bestiary." States Stiles, keeping his face in a slight frown as if he is still thinking.

Derek hesitates for a moment, "I highly doubt that I will consider your question odd after living the life I'm stuck with."

"Ok then Derek, I want you to twist it." Says Stiles, not missing a beat.

Derek's eyes widen, "Ok, what I just said, I take it back. That is a request I'm not so keen on making."

Stiles snorts, "That's what I thought." Without pausing for a moment Stiles walks up to Derek and grabs the arrow, his eyes flashing their alternate orange. Stiles twists it, and he gets a flashback of the Nogitsune.

Derek's face merged into Scott's for a moment before going back to normal.

Derek flinches but doesn't complain about any pain, Stiles however drops the arrow after tossing it out.

"Shit! Mother freaking! Agh!" He shouts.

Derek looks up at the werefox, who's eyes were now a watery brown.

Stiles hands shoot to his shoulder corresponding to Derek's.

"The veins are gone." States Derek.

"No shit Sherlock!" Says Stiles through his teeth, "I kind of figured that out after I felt that excruciating pain shoot through my freaking arm!"

Derek gives him a small roll of his eyes.

"Bitch." Mumbles Stiles.

"It was your idea smart ass." Says Derek.

Stiles huffs, "Too bad so sad, if I want to blame you I will."

"I can see that." Derek says, "Now stop your whining, we should probably go talk to Deaton."

Stiles nods and removes his hand from his arm, "Ok, let me call Scott first." Stiles pauses, "With the phone I left at my house."

"You can use my phone." Offers Derek, taking his phone out of his pocket using his good arm and handing it to Stiles.

Stiles takes it from Derek's grasp and dials Scott's number before holding it up to his ear.

It rang for only a moment before there was a click on the other side of the phone.

"Hello?" Says a very sleepy sounding Scott.

"Hey, um listen-" Stiles is cut off for a second.

"This better be important it's the middle of the night Stiles."

"I know I know, but this is important." States Stiles, "Listen, Gerard just found me in the woods not too long ago, he's not here anymore and-"

"GERARD?!" Scott practically screams from the other line.

Stiles moved the phone away from his ear as a reflex, "Yes Gerard." Stiles sighs and shakes his head, "So I need to go to Deatons. Just thought I'd let you know."

"Ok." Says Scott. "I'll meet up with you at the clinic."

"What? Why? Scott just get some sleep." States Stiles.

"Stiles, tomorrows Sunday, and I've been a terrible friend. I will see you at the clinic and that's final." With that Scott hangs up.

"So much for that." Sighs Stiles, turning the phone off and walking back to Derek, handing him the phone back.

"He's meeting up with us there." Stiles says.

"Why?" Asks Derek.

"I don't know he just insisted." Says Stiles, "But since it's like 12:30 at night I would like to get going so I can actually get some sleep."

Derek rolls his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, come on."

With that the two of them head off in the direction of Derek's Camaro.