Derek and Stiles had been dating for six months and everything was perfect. Stiles was everything Derek had ever dreamed of having in a mate and he couldn't ask for more. Being a part of Scotts pack and being a part of the family that came with it along with having Stiles he thought his life was full. But of course he was wrong.
Stiles had just headed off to school for the day so Derek had breathed in the scent of the morning air and started running. There was a track that ran through he forest that he particularly liked because it was long and uninterrupted by anything man made. Running through the deep woods, away from any other noise or distractions allowed the wolf inside to come out and as he ran.
Running was pure, a single goal, a clear mind, and it helped to balance the human in him out with his wolf. His mother had always said that his wolf was a special part of him and that it wasn't just something that he turned into, it was another shape of himself. He was his wolf and it needed to be in tune with his human because they both reflected who he was.
This became even truer now that he had the ability to full shift, as his mother had and he felt closer to her whenever he went running.
There was a noise to his left and Derek suddenly became aware of a dark shape running with him. This had happened before and Derek usually outran it but this time he stopped and let out a roar towards where the shape had been.
Derek's mouth snapped shut at the whined growl that responded and sniffed the air. It smelt like wolf and it certainly sounded like one but he knew there no real wolves in Beacon Hills. Derek moved closer to where the noise came from and watched the bush closely for any movement.
He thought maybe it was just a dog but as he sniffed the air again he knew it couldn't be, the smell was too wild, too familiar.
But as he breathed the scent in deeper he noticed something. A trace of something else. Human. The tiny thing that had been following him was a werewolf?
Derek furrowed his brow in confusion. There was something else about that scent. Something that called at his memory teasing him with its answer on the tip of his tongue because the human part of the scent was familiar. He just didn't know where from. Before he could think on it much further the bush rustled again and out of the leaves stepped a very dirty….child.
The kid looked feral, long matted hair full of leaves, teeth bared in a growl and not a stitch of clothing on her. But something about her dark brown eyes, even as angry as they looked now, called to Derek making him instantly realize what was familiar about her scent.
"Laura?"
The kid instantly stopped snarling and looked up at Derek with confusion, then in a tiny whisper. "You know Mama?"