Amy woke up to the bright sun shining through her bedroom window. Shielding her eyes with a hand she slid off her bed and into the bathroom. "God, I'm such a mess," she mumbled to herself while combing through her recently highlighted hair. Amy was the kind of girl who needed it all, clothes, makeup, jewelry, and the fame. But being the most popular kid in school wasn't always easy. Dad's dead, well one of them. But that's something she would like to forget, not have to think about it every minute of every day. She shook her head making her hair fly in all direction, slowly falling back into place. She had a good Instagram account 500K followers. Plus tons of comment, most of them are "wow so amazing", "I love the way you dress, "I wish I had your beauty", and things like that. She looked in the mirror before grabbing her make up bag. She is a natural at putting on makeup she does it quickly but makes it look perfect. After 15 minutes she had finished her favorite makeup style she calls it "Dark Red Queen". Being how when she wears it all the boys basically bow to her. "Much better," she said to herself. She walked out of her bathroom and into her closet she scanned the room until she found the perfect outfit. She took out her phone and took a selfie, "fans are goin' to love this!" She said looking down at her phone, walking into the kitchen she heard the sound of crying. "Dad! What's wrong?" She said running up to her crying dad, stroking his back. "Nothing I'm fine," he choked out between sobs. "No, you're not fine. Hey, what's that?" Amy asked gesturing to an email on his phone, picking it up reading it to herself.

Stiles,

I'm sure Amy has grown into a fine young woman. Tons of friends, popular. Amy needs to take over the pack, she'll be a great alpha. I'm sorry for leaving Amy for you raise yourself. I'm sorry but I can't live like this, I've done too many stupid things my whole life. I thought that one day I could see my little pup all grown up, but no. I need to stop talking to you, knowing that it only makes my guilt worse. I love you and just know all those replies, and text you send me will not be responded back to.

I love my mate and little werewolf pup...

Taking a shaky breath before slowly exhaling. Turning around to face her father Amy said, "you said dad had died, and what's with all this pack, mate, and werewolf pup crap!" Amy yelled her hands balled in a fist, shaking uncontrollably. Her father Stiles looked up. "Your dad was a werewolf, his name was Derek. He had a pack like wolves do. Scott Mccall, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Issac Lahey, and... Me, his mate. He's the Alpha so being how you're his from the daughter you take the role since he decided to not have a pack. Because he wasn't killed by an beta or omega. So... Yeah." Amy just stared at him, before stomping out of the house. "You lied, I hate you!" Amy yelled through the door, before walking off.

Sighing Stiles got up from the chair he was sitting on and left the kitchen. Looking around the living room until his gaze fell on a picture lying on the coffee table it was lying to the back was facing up so you couldn't see the picture. He sat down on the couch next to the table. Resting one of his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. "God Derek, I miss you. Maybe someday, we'll meet you if you ain't goin' to visit us." Stiles said with a chuckle picking up the picture. It was the first and last picture him, Derek, and Amy had taken as a family. His dad had taken it, he was in a hospital 15 minutes or so after giving birth to Derek and his beautiful daughter. His eyes were all droopy being exhausted from just giving birth.

*** FLASHBACK ***

"It's a girl, congratulations Stiles!" The doctor said Stiles let out a loud sigh before lying back on the bed. "Can I see her," he whispered barely having the energy to talk. The doctor handed the delicate bundle to Stiles, taking it from her he looked up at Derek. "She's beautiful," Derek said a tear rolling down his cheek and falling onto their daughter's face. Taking her blanket to wipe it off. "Picture Time!" Stiles father yelled, looking up giving his father a weak smile and nodding.

*** PRESENT ***

Stiles set the picture down on the table, cocking his head when he saw a little yellow slip of paper wedged in the photo. Picking it back up, "what the? How did I just notice this?" Taking the picture apart, behind the backing was a sticky note stuck to it. Taking the sticky note and read it aloud.

"I'm sorry I left you and Amy if you want me come and find me. My address is 12248 Redbeam Ave, Portland OR. Please come back to me..." Scoffing, "come back to you last time I checked you left us!" Crumpling to note and throwing it on to ground. Sighing, letting his eye closes. He was asleep for around 15 minutes before he was woken by his phone ringing. "Wha," he said his voice all groggy. Fully awake he picked up his phone, the caller was his old coach Bobby Finstock. "Hey! Um... Why you callin' me?" Stiles asked into the phone, "why am I calling you," Coach said scoffing. "I'm calling you cause you daughter just ran out of school Bilinski!"

"That's not my last name"

"Okay, then what is it?" Coach asked, "it's Stilinski-Hale, I'm married now." Stiles said not liking where this was going. "Didn't Derek leave you so now it's just Stili-" "shut up! This isn't the reason you called me?!"

"God, you sure did lose your humor over the-" "that's not the point! You just said my daughter ran out of the school, right? Fine, I'll be there in a sec." Stiles said hanging up the phone.

Hopping into his car and buckling in, he drove down the driveway. About halfway to the school, he saw his daughter wide-eyed running down the sidewalk. Quickly getting out of the car and running to the sidewalk, grabbing his daughter by the shoulders. "Hey, why did you run away from school?" He asked his daughter, who was looking around nervously. "I'm -I'm hearing things like heartbeats your - yours was going faster than normal, dad what happened, your sad... And scared." His daughter said before falling to the ground, "help me! It's all so loud!" She yelled her hands pressed against her ears. Tears rolling down her face. Stiles looking around the street noticing that they were drawing themselves a lot of attention, looking back down at his daughter. "Come sweetie get in the car I think I know how I can help," Stiles said gesturing towards his car. Amy nodding weakly getting in the car.

"Where're we goin'?" Amy asked, her head resting on Stiles's shoulder. "You'll find out once we get there," Stiles said not taking his eyes off the road. 5 minutes later they arrived at the destination. "The vet? Why are we at the vet?" Amy asked lifting her head off her father's shoulder. Stiles got out of his car and gestured for Amy to get out to. Goin around to the back entrance of the vet. Amy looking at her dad, confused. Giving her a smile and walking into the vet office, he didn't meet werewolf powers to know that his daughter was scared. Looking around before she followed her father. Walking in she saw a vet checking on a dog applying presser to certain parts of the dog. "Hey, um Deaton. I, we need your help." Stiles told the vet, who had turned around and had a smile on his face. "Stiles! You sure did age well, and looks like you found yourself a lover?" Deaton said with a smirk, Amy stared at him than her father who had his brows knitted together. "Oh no, she's actually," he gulped "me and Derek's." Deaton just looked at him, "oh it's a love triangle?" He asked, "no! She's our daughter." He said looking down, Deaton just stared at Stiles. Amy looked at him and smiled, flashing her yellow beta eyes. "She has the power to, heh musta' got it from her father," Deaton said. "Well that what we're here for she just got her powers she was human before, I don't know why she just got it maybe she got bit or something?" Stiles said worriedly which he knew Amy could sense. "Well, I have heard how sometimes the power can wait off and then be triggered by strong emotions like fear, anger, sadness, things like that." Deaton said, Amy, looking to her dad, "the fight that did it." Amy said a tear trickling down, "I'm sorry." she said wrapping her arms around her father. Stiles just smiled stroking her hair.