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Drake

Shae Wolfe

biography

Drake was born in Beacon Hills, amongst the ranks of the Hale family. From a young age he developed a strong bond with his siblings of the three Laura, Cora, and Derek. He held his brother in the highest regard, despite their large age gap, often seeking him out as a play mate and comforter.

Basic Information
Full Name - Drake Shae Wolfe
Pronunciation - D-rake S-hay Wolf
Pet Names - brat, kid, squirt, runt, pup
Signature - fancy cursive
Gender - Male
Gender Role - He's not very macho, more mischievous and playful.
Orientation - straight / asexual
Real Age - 19
Age Appearance - He looks his age, however stubble makes him look a year or two older.
Birthday - October 16th
Birthplace - Beacon Hills
Species - Werewolf
Ethnicity - Mixed
Preferred Hand - Right handed
Facial Type - Round
Eye Color - Sky Blue
Hair Color - Jet black
Hairstyle - Spiked up/unkempt
Skin Tone - Fair with a slight tan.
Body Type - Athletic
Build Lean, strong runner, agile with boyish features stil lingering.
Height - 5"8
Weight - 150
Facial Hair - Very thin, but dark. He is still debating if he likes it or not.
Birthmarks/scars - Claw marks on the back of his neck.
Distinguishing Features - Striking blue eyes and jet back hair
Health - A little too healthy, his adoptive family is vegetarian and so he craves meat. Hide your fridge.
Energy - He's always in the mood to rough house or go for a run, but man does the kid love his sleep.
Memory - The trauma from the fire has caused him to bury most of his childhood memories deep in his mind, but he remembers Derek and especially Peter.
Senses - As keen as a wolf's.
Allergies - None
Handicaps - Sensitive scars on the back of his neck which awaken his wolf if stimulated.
Medication - Powerful pain killers to dull his pre shifts. These are sharp pains he has as the full moon approaches, which can cause him to collapse. He usually sleeps the majority of the day due to a large dosage, but the closer the moon gets, the faster his body will burn through it. He will eventually wake up and have to face the pain of a full wolf shift. )
Phobias - He has severe separation anxiety, due to being apart from Derek for so long. He is especially frantic when in his wolf form, often curling up in a corner or pacing and whining nonstop. .)
Addictions - .
Mental Disorders - He does have trauma due to his past, which stunted his wolf form physically and also causes him to have agonizing shifts.

Brothers

When it comes to his bond with Derek, Drake often finds that the two of them couldn't be more opposite. Derek can be a bit of a grouch while his kid brother is genuinely kind for the most part.

Derek tends to train to keep in shape, working out to keep his body in top form, while Drake would rather use a more natural method. It's not uncommon for him to start a scuffle with his big brother.

Though once Drake has had his fill of play, he tends to settle down and like the overgrown pup he is, settle in for a nap.

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ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰

Mar 13th 2023 - 12:50 PM


“Don’t worry uncle, no permanent tattoos will ever be found on this body.” A quarter of her petite frame was already covered in rune symbols that she and Jackson used to enhance their magic and a few of their werewolf senses. She slipped the bottle of henna ink into her pocket along with the small slip of paper that he gave her with the family triskele on it. She knew about the tattoo, the meaning behind it, and why the older members of the Hale family had it on their bodies in various places.

Jocelyn pulled her stele pen from the back pocket of her jeans and held it up for her uncle to look at. “This is enough torture for me.” It was one of the pens that she and her brother used to burn their runes onto their skin. “It’s basically a mini blow torch, but the after-effects aren’t permanent.” Without her stele, Jocelyn would not have a way to use the runes from her mother’s grimoire. She and Jackson had learned at a young age that their steles were unique to each of them, they could not share just one.

The teen tucked the magically imbued pen back into her pocket and stood quietly looking at a few of the sketches that her uncle had sitting out on his desk. “So many wolves,” She murmured and noted that her uncle’s skills at sketching them were far better than hers were ever likely to be. “I can never get the eyes right,” Jocelyn commented as she picked up one of the sketches. “The eyes on mine always look so… soulless and empty.”
 
ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 ℳ𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸

Mar 9th 2023 - 11:00 AM


From her hospital bed, Sage wished that she could have been the one to walk into the bathroom and wrap her arms around the struggling teenager. His mother was right, it was a lot for such a young person to handle on their own. Instead, she had to sit still and watch Derek go into the bathroom to help his brother. “Of course, he isn’t,” Sage replied in response to the older woman’s words. She eased herself forward just a bit and reached out to take his mother’s hand.

“Because he loves you so much.” She sighed softly and tried to ignore the sound of the monitors beeping rapidly because she had moved. “I remember when my mother passed. It was a struggle for me as well, toward the end there was very little that my magic could do to ease her suffering.” Sage had no idea until that morning that she and Drake held so much in common when it came to facing impending death.

“Derek will sort him out.” The younger woman tried to channel as much energy as she could from the small oval turquoise crystal that she was holding and direct that physical force up her arm into the older woman’s hand as she held it, hoping to ease her pain just a bit. While Sage was talking with Drake’s mother Derek watched Drake from the bathroom doorway as Melissa McCall reappeared to address the monitors again. “Yeah,” The older Hale replied when Melissa asked if his brother was alright. “He’ll be fine.”

Derek brushed passed McCall’s mother and into the bathroom, swinging the door partly closed behind him. “Take a breath,” He coached calmly as he leaned back against the bathroom wall. His sights remained fixed on Drake, his heightened senses monitoring every movement and every breath just in case the emotional total became too much for the teenager. Having Drake shift into a wolf in the middle of the hospital would not be hard to explain to Melissa, but it would be for the rest of the staff.

“Tell me why your mother wants to see my wolf?” Derek was a little confused by the older woman’s request and the question was meant to help distract Drake from his overwhelming emotions. Under certain circumstances, the Hale brothers may have been considered polar opposites of each other. Derek very rarely shifted into his fully evolved wolf form, whereas Drake shifted often and sometimes remained in wolf form for prolonged periods of time. Sage had a strong understanding that Derek was not as connected to his wolf as Drake was.
 
ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰

Mar 8th 2023 - 9:47 AM


“Yeah, I know.” She sighed softly when Drake mentioned that cracked windowpane on the front door. “Dad can take it out of my allowance. For the next two months to pay for it.” Joce took a seat at his art desk and reached for a red marker, popping the cap off and letting the felt tip make contact with the blank paper. She let her hand lightly free draw across the white space. “Jax and I were toying around with some new rune yesterday.” She stopped drawing long enough to point out the two fresh runes that were scrawled on her shoulder and upper arm.

The runes were still red around the edges, making them look like freshly-inked tattoos. “You know they’re magical, they fade away eventually, but there were these girls at school today.” She resumed drawing with the red marker for a few more seconds before snapping the cap back on it and switching over to purple. “They saw the new ones while I was changing for gym class and just made comments about how much of a freak I was to be sixteen and have tattoos already.”

There were days when she wanted to just shout out in front of her entire class that she was a werewolf and a witch so they would understand why she was so weird all the time. “No one says anything about Jackson’s though.” She had always found that strange because they had the same runes in nearly the same places over their skin. “I know that mom has a spell or potion or something that can make them invisible, but why would I want to do that when they’re part of who I am?”
 
₵Ø₥₱Ⱡł₵₳₮ɆĐ

Mar 8th 2023 - 8:11 AM


‘I trust you, Derek’ Those words were all that he needed to hear as his claws extended and dug into the back of his brother’s neck. The connection was instantaneous the stream of memories that passed between the brothers was almost enough to make Derek want to retreat from Drake’s mind. But he soon changed his mind when a particular memory came into focus. Fifteen-year-old Derek dribbling a basketball on the concrete patio behind their family home, lining up for a shot when he heard a familiar small voice. ‘Can I play too?’ Derek froze, muscles tensing as he whirled around and shoved seven-year-old Drake away. “Go away runt. I don’t have time to play with you. This is practice.”

That was not how events had unfolded, Derek had a very vivid recall of that memory because it was the last happy one that he had of his time with Drake before the fire. Instead of pushing Drake away Derek had gently passed him the ball and let him dribble it a couple of times before lifting his little brother up in his arms and holding him higher to shoot the basketball through the hoop. Peter had done terrible damage to Drake’s mind and now It was up to Derek to try and repair some of the memories that they shared. When the basketball memory faded away Derek was lost in the sea of Drake’s mind again until their mother’s voice pulled up another memory.

‘Derek, please. Laura has already agreed that Drake can come to the game with you.’ Talia’s tone was stern, but her expression soft and kind as she looked between her sons. Seven-year-old Drake swimming in one of Derek’s basketball jerseys, ready to cheer his big brother on during his game. “C’mon mom, he’s distracting. He sits on the floor shouting through the whole game. Can’t he just stay here and watch the game with you and Dad.”

Derek remembered that night. It was the night of the fire; he had a qualifying basketball game that would lead the team toward the state championship game. Talia had given in and told Drake that he had to stay at home and watch the game on the television with everyone else. If Derek had just let him come to the game, things would have been so different. That was the memory that had Derek pulling his claws out of Drake’s neck.

“Enough!” He roared in agony and anger. The older werewolf had not been expecting to encounter any memories of their mother in Drake's mind, but it felt like his younger brother had a few more of Talia than Derek did. “Derek, you need to try again. You don’t know how many memories Peter has tampered with in Drake’s mind. Once you know, it will give you a better chance to fix things with your brother.” Deaton was insistent, but it was Scott that forced Derek’s hand, pressing the older werewolves claws back into the open wounds on his younger brother’s neck. Once again Derek slipped back into the stream of Drake’s subconscious mind. Glimpses of Laura and their father Jacob drifted by as he tried to find another memory, any other memory to connect with before he became lost.
 
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Mar 3rd 2023 - 8:21 PM


When Drake pushed himself up out of the shallow indentation that his body had made in the ground and shook the dirt from his fur Derek knew that this fight was far from over. The older wolf began to circle the younger one, slowly, a calculating stare in his eyes. Derek had pin pointed several areas on Drake’s light frame that could easily be targeted to cause serious injury. But he barely had the chance to make a move when the younger wolf darted at him, missing his face, and going for his back.

Derek writhed in pain, roaring, and gnashing his teeth as he flailed beneath the younger wolf. Drake’s position made it nearly impossible for Derek to bite the white wolf or remove him as he torn at fur and flesh. Derek barely heard the yelp from Drake as the tranquilizer dart struck him and took effect in seconds causing the younger wolf to slump the ground beside his brother. Derek remained motionless as Deaton and Scott approached with caution, the veterinarian throwing a blanket over Drake as he transitioned back to his human state.

When Deaton insisted that Derek change the older wolf chuffed at him and slowly pushed himself up from the ground. The black wolf let out an involuntary soft whine from the pain as he trotted back into the clinic. Derek’s transition was extremely painful the sound of a werewolf roar transforming into a human male’s scream in pain was never easy for anyone to hear. It made Scott cringe as he walked into the exam room to found Derek pulling on his leather jacket over the rest of his clothing. “You okay, Derek?” The young alpha still had a lot to learn about an evolved werewolf’s rate of healing.

“Yeah,” Derek mumbled irritably as he brushed by Scott and walked back outside to stand beside Deaton. “No.” He insisted when the veterinarian insisted that Derek use his claws to dive into Drake’s memories. “I’m not doing it while he’s tranquilized. Not without his permission.” The idea of jamming his claw’s into his younger brother’s neck and invading his mind while he was vulnerable did not sit well with him. “This is between us now.” Derek sat on the ground beside Drake, lifting his brother’s head and letting it rest against his thigh.

“Leave.” His narrowed eyes glared up at the pair to see Deaton silently nodding as he backed away. Scott on the other hand looked baffled, but followed when Deaton pulled him away. “We can’t just walk away, can we?” Scott blurted out as Deaton walked him back toward the clinic. “Technically we shouldn’t, but we’re doing it because Derek is not in the mood for conjecture right now.” Deaton explained as he walked into the exam room. “We’ll monitor things from a distance. I’m sure if Derek needs help again, he’ll ask.” The vet’s gaze drifted to Scott while he began cleaning traces of Derek’s blood from the floor.

 Scott remained in the doorway with his sights locked on the Hale brothers. “I don’t get how Peter can just…” The young alpha paused for a moment as his line of sight shifted to Deaton. “Mess with Drake’s mind like that. He was just a kid when the fire happened, even younger than Derek.” McCall crossed his arms over his chest and ran a hand through his hair. “Why would Peter want them to hate each other like this?” Deaton for all his wisdom softly sighed, a faint smile on his lips. “Peter has always been a troubled soul. But I can understand why he would want discord between Derek and Drake.”

The smell of ammonia and rubbing alcohol permeated the air in the exam room as Deaton mopped up the small pool of blood near the exam table. “It’s easier for Peter to have the two of them at odds with each other instead of unified against him.” Deaton explained. “But they need to push through this and come together as family. Especially now that Sage is expecting.” The older man could always see the bigger picture of events unfolding around him and he could see Peter’s plan quite clearly. “If he fractures the bond between the brothers and causes harm to Sage, it will devastate Derek to a point that he may not recover from.” He and Scott had both seen Derek at his worse in anger, but never in grief. “Without his anchor, family, I fear what kind of monster Derek Hale could become.”
 
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Mar 2nd 2023 - 3:37 PM


The sleek black wolf felt the pain radiate through his back leg, temporarily crippling him. Hobbled by the break he crouched low to the ground and watched the young wolf circling him. This was an attempt to find another vulnerable spot to attack on the older wolf. Derek would not allow him a second chance to sink his fangs into another portion of fur covered flesh. His eyes trailed the young wolf as he drew closer with each pass.

“You see the different in their tactics?” Deaton asked sparing a moment to glance at Scott. The young alpha was enthralled with the fight. “Derek is patient, guarded because of the break. Drake might be a bit too impulsive. That break is going to heal, quickly. Derek is just biding his time.” The older wolf’s eyes drifted from Drake for just a moment to acknowledge what he had just heard Deaton say. It was true, the break was mending quickly, though Derek had strong doubts that Drake had noticed.

While his line of sight was diverted Drake took his chance to lunge at Derek. It was a mistake on the younger wolf’s part. The moment that the earth shifted under the white wolf’s feet Derek’s attention returned to him. Drake launched himself at Derek, aiming for the right side of his neck. A show of claiming dominance and one that Derek would never allow to happen. In one fluid motion the older wolf darted to left as Drake’s nose breezed past him Derek wasted no time at all.

The muscular black wolf pushed himself to his feet and launched himself into the younger male. His open maw clamping down on the back of white wolf’s neck. Derek used the momentum behind pushing himself up his feet to drive Drake’s lighter frame into the dirt. “Derek’s gonna snap his neck!” Scott exclaimed and took a step forward only to have Deaton’s hand darted out to rest against his chest. “Do not interfere.” Deaton shook his head with a stern expression on his face when Scott looked over at him in shock. Derek held Drake in the dirt for a minute and then leaped back, his eyes watching the young wolf to see if he would submit to his older brother’s dominance.
 
₵Ø₥₱Ⱡł₵₳₮ɆĐ

Feb 20th 2023 - 10:45 PM


“Trust me, Peter won’t be a problem after I correct his behavior… to put it politely.” Derek’s agitation should have been obvious by his tone alone. His blue eyes shifted from Deaton to Scott. “You comfortable behind that line?” The older Hale watched as his brother kept slamming his body into the barrier that separated the pair. “Yeah, but he’s pretty powerful. I think he might even be stronger than you, Derek.” Scott’s eyes transition back to their usual hazel brown, but were still transfixed on Drake.

Derek stripped off his leather jacket and tossed it on the exam table along with his t-shirt and his jeans. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that McCall.” He boots and socks were added to the pile of clothing as he closed his eyes, inhaled deeply and let the shift from human to wolf take control. The sound of bones snapping and shifting might have been sickening for anyone that had not been exposed to a werewolf shifting into their evolved form. Luckily Deaton was not phased in the least, Scott on the other hand was like a curious child watching the whole process.

The sleek black wolf stepped around the exam table, opened its maw and seized the younger white wolf by the tail. He dragged the younger wolf back from the barrier and with a simple jerking motion of his head, slammed the younger male back into the hard wooden cabinet behind the pair. There was so much force behind that one movement that the two-inch solid wooden door cracked and splintered in half, one portion of it clattered to the floor as the young wolf picked himself up and shook himself.

The black wolf’s eyes glowed a fierce blue as a low growl rumbled through his chest and tapered off to a howl as he bared down on the younger white wolf. He was daring the pup to make another move in defiance of his authority or toward Scott, the alpha that he had chosen to follow. “This is it.” Deaton murmured. “This is the defining moment.” Deaton glanced at Scott for a moment and then back to the brothers.

“If Drake makes the wrong move, Derek will have to put him in his place with more than just brute force. If that’s the case we need to open the back door so they can take that fight outside.”, “Wait, fight?” Scott asked as Deaton stepped away to open the garage door that was used to accept bulk deliveries for the clinic. “Yes, as I said earlier Drake is seeking out an alpha among his family pack. If this is the first time that their wolves are interacting, it is up to Derek to make his younger brother understand that he is the family alpha.” Deaton explained as he returned to stand beside Scott and watch the wolves.
 
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Feb 20th 2023 - 10:12 PM


Derek knew that he had overstepped a bit with Drake that morning. It was clear that the younger wolf knew how to look after himself, but his older brother Derek felt a sense of guardianship over Drake. He felt protective and sometimes he took that instinct a bit too far by telling his younger siblings what to do or what not to do. Cora hated when he tried to protect her from anything and now Drake was on the borderline toward that same emotion. It was clear that Derek needed to learn how to stop being so overprotective, but still, find a way to be there for his siblings when they needed him.

For that reason, he felt a sudden pang of grief and longing for their older sister Laura. She had always been that sibling to sit back and watch the youngsters make their mistakes and then rescue them from their mother’s wrath. He could have learned so much from her if the fire had never happened and if Peter had never killed her. Derek did the one thing that Sage kept urging him not to do and pushed his emotions aside again instead of addressing them at the moment.

He could have stood there in the kitchen in his sweatpants and given in to his grief, but he preferred to take a shower, to pretend that things were fine, and to hope that the rest of the day would be fine. He knew that there was a full moon tonight and his emotions were heightened because of it. There were those rare times, like now, when he strongly disliked being a werewolf. After getting himself ready for the day he ventured out of the apartment and down to the shop to grab a cup of coffee to take with him to the worksite.

Sage was prepared for him when he walked up to the bar and set the cup of coffee down in front of him. “By your brooding expression, I’m guessing your talk didn’t go well?” She walked out from behind the bar to come and sit on the barstool closest to Derek while he remained standing. “It was fine.” Derek corrected as he took a sip of the hot coffee. “Derek,” She had this annoying little habit of narrowing her green eyes at him in suspicion when she knew something was wrong with him. That look just unnerved him and made him regret trying to lie to her.

He sighed heavily and shook his head. “Fine.” He grumbled softly. “I suck at being an older brother. I’ve known it since Cora came back into my life. I’m doing the same thing to Drake that I did to her.” Derek took a seat beside his wife, holding the paper coffee cup in both hands and watching the whisps of steam rising from the hot dark liquid. “I just want to protect him, but I think I’m trying too hard.” His thumbs rubbed against the sides of the cup creating a soft scratching sound. Sage’s hands were soon resting over his, to either make the sound stop or for a reassuring touch, Derek wasn’t quite sure which.

“You’re just trying to keep him safe, but maybe ease up on him a little?” Derek could feel her green eyes boring into him, but he was still staring into the cup in his hands. Sage solved that problem by cupping his chin in her soft hand and lifting his head to look at her. “He’s a teenager, they need to make mistakes to learn from them.” She was smiling and Derek did not understand why. “Look, take a step back. Treat him like you would Isaac or Scott or even Stiles. Give him the space to figure things out and when he needs help, he’ll come to you.”

It felt like strange advice until he thought about the number of times Isaac and Scott had hunted him down to ask for help. It clicked in the back of his mind that this was what it would be like to raise a teenager. His brown eyes locked with hers as his expression softened and a faint smile formed on his lips. “You’re going to be an amazing mom.” He spoke softly, purely because her staff members had no idea that she was pregnant. Her laugh was infectious, it was the second thing about her that he had fallen in love with. Her beautiful eyes had been the first. “I know, now go to work.” Sage placed a hand on his knee and pushed herself up from the barstool to go back behind the bar.

Derek rose from his seat and headed toward the door, taking one last glance over his shoulder at his wife before leaving the shop for the day. He pulled his car keys from the pocket of his leather jacket as he got in the car. Derek drove out to the remains of the old house and parked next to a pallet of bricks that had been delivered overnight. As he got out of the car and leaned back in to grab his cup of coffee the wind shifted. He caught Peter’s scent mingled with Drake’s on the warm morning breeze. It had been months since Peter had made any effort to show up at the former family home.

Derek had too much on his mind already to worry about Peter and he just assumed that Drake’s scent was still lingering from the day before. He took a few minutes to check over the pallet of bricks for any signs of damage within the stacks. When it was clear that the entire pallet had arrived without any damage Derek walked away and up the front porch into the house. The heavy scent of Drake’s distress hit him like a brick when he walked inside. He dropped his cup of coffee and immediately began to search the house for his younger brother.

It took him a few minutes to make it to the back of the house where the basement door was located. When he came across Drake in his wolf form, still and quiet Derek instinctively reached out to pull the wolf into his arms. “I got you,” He tried to use a soothing tone, but there was a hint of panic laced in it. Derek carried the wolf out to his car and eased its still figure into the backseat before jumping into the car and speeding away from the house. He hit the county road and made it two miles toward town when lights and sirens, flashed and blared behind him. “F***!” He shouted as he eased the car over to the shoulder of the road and waited for the officer to make the next move.

Derek tried to be patient, but he could hear Drake’s shallow breathing in the backseat and it was enough to make him launch out of the car. He had never been the type to just sit around and wait for a higher authority to decide his fate. Derek jogged the short distance to the patrol car and knocked on the window, which surprised deputy Parrish. The deputy rolled the window down as he spoke. “Isn’t this supposed to be the other way around?” , “Yeah, I know it is, but I was speeding for a legitimate reason Parrish just give me the damn ticket so I can go. I’ve got an emergency to deal with.” Derek watched Jordan fumble with the ticket booklet and then toss it into the passenger seat before looking back at Derek again. “Just go,” Parrish waved him off.

It did not take Derek long to run back to the car and speed away, spraying the patrol car with grass and gravel. After crossing the bridge into the small-town Derek cut a sharp right turn, the car drifting around the corner and then straightening out again. A mile from the bridge, in the warehouse district, the car screeched to a stop into a parking space in front of a small animal clinic. Derek flew out of the car leaving it running and the driver’s side door hanging open as he pulled the wolf from the backseat. He burst through the front door of the clinic, noticing that the waiting area was empty and there was no one at the front counter. “Deaton! A little help here?!” He shouted as he stood in front of the halfway that separated the reception area from the back of the clinic.

The veterinarian came calmly from the clinical room door and took a good look at Drake. “Friend of yours?” The older man asked as he pushed the partition open to admit Derek past the Mountain Ash counter that prevented supernatural creatures from forcing their way in. “My younger brother,” Derek answered as he walked into the clinical room and laid Drake’s wolf form on the metal exam table. “Fascinating, he and your Laura sister are the only others in your family that achieved full wolf form. Apart from yourself, of course.” Deaton was fully invested in determining what was wrong with Drake to look away. “And our mother,” Derek added as he paced back and forth watching Deaton’s every move.

When Deaton disturbed the fur on the back of Drake’s neck it looked like the young wolf was having a seizure and the squalling that escaped his frothing maw had Derek that much more unnerved. “What the hell did you do!” He demanded planting both of his hands on the end of the exam table so hard that it left indentations of his fingers in the metal. “Calm down. He’s just having trouble shifting back because it looks like he was forced into this shift.” Deaton pointed to Drake’s neck where there were obvious signs of bloody claw indentations in the back of the young wolf’s neck. “Those weren’t open like that yesterday.” Derek was confused for a minute as he looked at the marks on the back of his brother’s neck and then reality hit him. “Peter,” He growled the name softly. “Peter did this to him.”

Deaton nodded because the situation made sense now. “Only an older wolf would know that you can force an evolved wolf to shift using this method.” The vet stepped back from the table and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked between the brothers. “How do we undo it?” Derek felt like an idiot for asking, but he had always been able to shift from human to wolf at will, no one had ever forced a shift on him. “We can’t… at least not willfully. It’s up to Drake to shift back.”, “So what the hell do we do in the meantime?” Derek could not bring him home to Sage or his mother in this state.

“You look after your little brother until he’s back to his human state.” Deaton left the clinical room to walk to the front of the clinic, the older man stepped outside long enough to cut the engine in Derek’s car and close the driver’s side door. When he came back into the building, he flipped the sign on the door from reading ‘open’ to reading ‘closed’. Derek got the sense that it was going to be a long day and an even longer night. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone to send Sage a text message to call him as soon as she could. Derek pulled a chair over to sit beside the exam table while he listened to Drake’s ragged breathing and reached out to run a hand through his little brother’s fur.

“I’m right here,” Derek spoke softly as he concentrated on taking whatever pain his little brother might have been feeling. It was clear that Drake was in a lot of pain as thick black rivulets began to lace through Derek’s hand, up his wrist, inching their way toward his elbow and upward, nearly to his shoulder. There was only a short amount of time that he could let that go on before he had to remove his hand. Drake’s breathing seemed to steady for a while after that. When Sage called around noontime Derek brought her up to speed on the situation. She understood and wanted to close the shop to come and be with him for support, but Derek told her that there wasn’t much either of them could do so she should stay at the shop. As the day wore on Derek continually reached out to take Drake’s pain every few hours or so.
 
ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰

Feb 19th 2023 - 10:42 PM


The cherry red Mercedes coupe rolled up the grave drive and came to a stop in front of the Hale family home. The young woman behind the wheel pushed the driver’s side door open, climbed out of the car, and then slammed the car door so hard that the window shattered and a crack splintered across the windshield. “Sh*t,” She spat out the word in anger with a faint growl behind it as she turned on her heel and stomped up the front porch steps.

Throwing the front door open and then threw it closed forcefully behind her, the triple-pane panel of stained glass in the door rattling, and the center pane cracking under the force. Jocelyn threw her school bag on the floor at the foot of the staircase as she stomped up the stairs. She could hear her mother’s voice calling out to her from the bottom of the stairs, asking her what was wrong and if she was okay. The last two people she wanted to talk to were her parents.

When she reached the second-story landing she stopped stomping and walked quickly to her brother’s bedroom door, knocking as she turned the knob and pushed the door open. The room was vacant, which meant that Jackson was probably still at lacrosse practice at school. She pulled his bedroom door closed and walked all the way down the hall to the last door on the right. Jocelyn kept her hands off the doorknob as she reached out to knock on her uncle’s bedroom door. She could hear music playing on the opposite side of the door without even using her heightened sense of hearing.

Her uncle was probably working on something for his band and it was probably not the best time to disturb him. She heaved a sigh as turned away from the door and was about to walk back up the hallway to her room. Jocelyn took a single step forward toward her room just as her uncle opened his bedroom door. “Hi,” She mumbled softly as she awkwardly waved at him and then launched herself at him. The teenager threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest as she shouted. “People suck!”
 
ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 ℳ𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸

Feb 13th 2023 - 3:24 AM


“Got to love remote learning,” She had forgotten that most of the students who had perfect grades could decide to do their school work over the internet. Sage had never been a very big fan of technology; it was just another distraction to her. She ate everything on the breakfast tray and even had a couple of sips of coffee, but she did not want to drink the whole cup. A nurse drifted into the room to collect the empty tray and then drifted back out of the room again.

Sage watched Drake tapping his pen in rhythm to whatever music he was listening to, but all she could hear were the monitors beside her beating steadily. When Drake got up to grab a snake from the vending machine and came back she was not prepared to answer his question about how she was feeling. “Oh, I’m great,” It was hard to miss the snarky bite behind her words as she reached up to run both hands through her hair.

A few strands of her dark hair got caught on the intervenes needle that was sticking out from the back of her right hand and she had to brush them away with her left hand. “I can’t move without being in pain, one of the baby’s heart rates keeps fluctuating every couple of hours and I haven’t seen your brother since last night.” She tilted her head back and stared up at the ceiling for a minute to prevent Drake from seeing the tears that began to well in her eyes.

She closed her eyes for just a moment, inhaling and then exhaling slowly before she turned her attention back to her brother-in-law as she felt his hand touch hers. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long night.” Sage watched the rivets of black spread from her hand up his arm, grateful for the relief from the constant ache in her stomach. She was surprised when he mentioned that his mom was coming to the hospital. “I’m so not ready to meet your mom. I mean, look at me. It’s not the best timing.” The idea that his mom would laugh about Sage being in recovery and still insist on coming to see her said a lot about the woman that had raised him.

When that same woman appeared in the doorway of Sage’s room and looked at her, tired but regal Sage understood why she had insisted on coming to visit. The woman’s eyes alone told Sage that she was someone that did not typically take no for an answer. When she approached the side of the bed and looked down at the younger woman, Sage held the woman’s gaze as she spoke. “My people use it for the same purpose.” The young witch countered with a soft smile. There were plenty of herbal and spiritual remedies that natives and witches had in common.

The oval-shaped turquoise crystal that the older woman produced from her purse and placed on the tray table in front of Sage was something to admire. The power that seemed to roll off of it in waves had the witch reaching out to hold it in her hands. When her fingers closed around the oval Sage closed her eyes for just a minute, taking in the vision that the turquoise triggered. As her eyes fluttered open again they glowed bright green from the vision, until Sage blinked a couple of times, the glow fading along with what she had seen.

Sage understood now that the crystal had done all that it could for Drake’s mother and there was nothing left that it could do for her. It made sense that the older woman would pass it on to someone that needed it more. When his mother confirmed her vision Sage felt a tiny twinge of sadness at the thought of such a strong woman passing away so soon. “Derek should be here soon.” She held the crystal in one hand and reached out to hold the older woman’s hand, giving it a reassuring little squeeze. “But I know what you want to speak with us about and I need you to know that he’s going to be safe with me.”

She would never allow anything to happen to Drake, though he had already proven himself to be the stronger individual between the two of them at the moment. Her pregnancy and her lack of frequent spell-casting had made her vulnerable since she had met and married Derek. Sage knew that now, after Peter’s vicious attempt to terminate her pregnancy less than twenty-four hours earlier. She would need to practice her craft more often once she was back on her feet, to get back to the previous level of power she had held before marriage had made her soft.

The wound of her phone vibrating in the drawer of the bedside table had Sage reaching for it. An incoming text from Derek said that he had just arrived at the hospital and was on his way up to her room. “Derek’s coming up to the room now.” She glanced at Drake. “I don’t even know what floor we’re on.” Sage set the phone on edge of the table. “The third,” Derek stated as he walked into her room with a tote bag hanging from one shoulder. “And your room number is 313.” He commented as he walked over to the side of the bed and leaned in to kiss her gently on the forehead.

“I had to draw the lucky room number.” The number thirteen had been instrumental throughout most of Sage’s life after discovering that she was a witch. Every witch had at least one lucky number that stuck with them throughout their life. “How are we?” Derek set the tote bag on the floor beside the monitors as he remained standing beside her bed. “The three of us are hanging in. Drake sent Isaac off to school, I’m assuming Cora followed and this,” Sage gestured toward the older woman sitting in the chair on the opposite side of the bed.

“Is Drake’s mother. Who would like to talk to us about what’s going to happen to Drake once she passes on to be with her husband and her ancestors.” Derek’s gaze drifted across Sage and settled on Drake’s mother. “We’re not going to kick him out. Obviously,” The older Hale was never very good with tense situations. He was uncomfortable in the hospital and now he was being put on the spot to discuss his younger brother’s future with the dying woman that had raised him. “Derek,” Sage hissed softly in disapproval at his choice of words and attitude behind them.

“I apologize for my husband.” The witch shifted slightly in bed and one of the monitors for the twins in the corner began to beep rapidly. “Sit still,” Derek spat out insistently as he reached out to grasp Sage at the elbow. The monitor settled back into a steady rhythm as Derek took most of her pain away, but it did not stop Melissa McCall from coming into the room. “What’s going on in here?” The nurse practically shoved Derek aside to take a look at the new printouts from that particular monitor.

“Sorry, I just shifted a little.” Sage glanced back at Melissa over her shoulder and noticed the way that the other woman was shaking her head. “You need to try and stay as still as you can Sage. Baby number two is still at risk because that internal tear is right next to him.” Melissa had seen the ultrasound results and was fully aware of how bad Sage’s condition really was, but like any medical professional, she was trying to be kind about the situation.

Sage nodded in understanding as Melissa turned to leave the room. “Right, I know. It’s just hard to sit in one spot for so long.” Sage was the type of person that had a steady work routine, even her days off were spent cleaning, working out, or helping Derek at work rebuilding the family home. “Make it through the rest of the day and tomorrow we’ll see about getting you into a wheelchair.” With that hopeful prospect on the table, Melissa left the room. “I’m sorry,” Sage turned her attention back to Drake’s mother. “Let’s focus on what you wanted to discuss with Derek and me?”
 
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