Derek woke with a start with sweat dripping down his bare chest. He hadn't been sleeping well since the marking appeared on the door of his house a month ago and not to mention two of his wolves were still missing. The alpha pack was here in Beacon Hills and he had no clue what they were doing here or what they wanted but he knew it was nothing good. It was like one problem after the other in this place. He rolled over on his side while bringing a blanket over his head. He was so tired but when he slept he never rested.
He kept having the same dream; no, not a dream, more like a memory. He was a boy again, no younger than 15, one year away from being able to finally turn into a wolf. He was staring up at his home, not the home that was burned and torched but the great brick mansion with its many white-framed windows and two white pillars on the porch leading to the huge black front door. It was in the prime of its beauty. Suddenly all he could see was darkness as someone whispered in his ear, "Guess who." He hadn't heard any leaves crunching to announce someone coming towards him but Laura had become very furtive since she became old enough to transform. "Laura," he had answered. He felt the darkness slowly fade as hands moved away from his eyes.
He swung around and expected to see Laura but it wasn't Laura. It was his 11-year-old neighbor, Lana. Lana's long blonde hair was whipping in the cold wind. He knew what happened next. Lana was going to tell him she was leaving now. Her family had decided to move to some other town. He told her he was going to miss playing in the woods with her and swimming in the stream. As she said goodbye to him, tears fell from her bright blue eyes down her cheek and he reached out to wipe them away. He pulled her in for one last final huge and said goodbye.
The dream always ended the same. Lana would somehow go from being in his arms to being twenty feet away. As she turned to disappear, her eyes turned from bright blue to dark red in an instant and then she'd be gone to the woods. The shock was so instant and overwhelming, he would wake up dripping in sweat.
This time, however, Derek woke up to someone walking towards him. As they reached down toward him, Derek quickly grabbed their arm and yanked them onto the floor where he was sleeping and got on top of them. With his claws extended on their throat, Derek looked down to see who it was. "Jesus, Stiles!" he shouted as he released his grip on Stiles' neck. "Don't you know not to sneak up on a werewolf," Derek yelled. Stiles looked up at Derek in shock with his arms flailed over his head and squeaked out, "Well it looked like you were having a bad dream. My fault for trying to be a good guy and wake you up! No need to thank me." Derek and Stiles both looked up towards the doorway of the train when Scott came in munching loudly on some crackers and asked, "Am I interrupting something?"
Derek looked down and noticed he was still on top of Stiles and quickly got off him. Derek stretched with his arms extended toward the ceiling and then reached for his jeans on the railing, which he quickly put on. Stiles sat up quickly and rubbed his neck where Derek's claws had been. "What are you two even doing here? And who said you could eat my crackers?" he growled. Scott answered with his mouth still full of crackers, "Pwtr sed a cewd." He swallowed and continued, "And we're here to pick up Isaac for school, remember?" Derek stared at him menacingly. "So you just thought you'd come in and say hi?" "Alright, we get it. We're leaving." Stiles answered.
Stiles got off the floor and walked over to Scott. As they exited the train together, Stiles tilted his head to expose his neck and asked Scott, "Can you see red marks? I swear he broke the skin." Scott answered with slight announce, "You're fine. Plus, maybe Lydia will see it and think it's a hicky and get jealous." Derek could hear the light slap Stiles' back hand made on Scott's chest as he exclaimed, "Oh man, you think so? That would be great."
As Derek put on His grey tank top, Scott came back onto the train. "I forgot. I did come in here for a reason. I smelled one while passing your house yesterday, just on the perimeter the woods. I'm not sure if it was, you know, an alpha but it was definitely a werewolf. You think they're trying to find you?"
"Of course they are trying to find me," Derek grunted, "The thing I need to find out is what they want from me." "You don't-" Scott continued. "Look, Scott, when I find out anymore you'll be the first to know. Okay? Okay. Now get out." Derek ground out. Scott just turned around and walked past Peter as he was entering. Scott whispered to him, "Careful, he's more moody than usual today." Scott smirked as he picked up the low growl Derek released. Peter stood in the doorway until he heard the three boys walk out and leave in Stiles car.
Peter looked ridiculous with a white apron on and feather duster in one hand and a broom in the other. "What are you doing?" Derek asked. "Have you seen this place? It's a mess." Peter answered. "You know you shouldn't be so unwilling with Scott. He's just trying to help." Peter said as he started to wipe the ceiling with the duster. "And we all know that you're going to need his help with the whole alpha pack business."
"I get it, okay." Derek practically yelled. "I'm going to go out to the house to check out that scent Scott was talking about." Derek reached for his black leather jacket and keys as he exited the train. Peter started following him as he said, "Alright, you want to me to come with you?" Derek turned around to glare at his uncle. Peter backed up and said, "Okay, I'll just keep cleaning here then."
Derek pulled up to his house in his black Camaro and parked. He got out and walked up to the house. Everything was the same except there was a faint smell. Scott was right. Someone, no, not someone, something had been here recently. He closed he's eyes and took a sniff. "Definitely a werewolf." he thought to himself. He slowly pushed open the front door and entered his house. He looked around for some form of clue. He found it on the floor of the living room. Lying there, abandoned, was a small rosemary flower.