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The picture might not make sense with the story, but it will. And I was REALLY careful and quick when I was taking the picture. Didn't touch the eggs or the nest. Healthy baby birds hatched.
"I didn't see him," he said. "He came out from nowhere. It... It was an accident." He looked at the girl pressing against the wound to stop the blood flowing out, trying to save her father. He felt a stab of regret but quickly suppressed it. Sentimentalism is a sin. But so is lying. However, he had orders... he couldn't tell her the truth. "Please, Anna. Believe me," he lied. The man watched as the girl – his niece – got up, her nightgown soaked with her father's blood.
"I don't believe you," she said, voice steady and eyes gleaming with hatred.
He shook his head, trying to ignore the guilt in his heart. "One day you will forgive me." He watched as she ran out of the house.
She ran into the forest, ignoring the pebbles and twigs jabbing at her bare feet and the branches whipping against her body as she delved deeper into the darkness. But she less concerned with her injuries and more concerned with staying alive. She had to change her appearance, get new identity, leave the country...
Anna knew he meant to kill her father. But she didn't know why. Forgive him? He didn't even apologize.
Derek was in a convenient store, browsing through the newspapers when he heard the soft purr of an engine outside. He nodded, appreciatively. "Nice car." He didn't have to look at the vehicle to know that it was. Flipping through the pages, he stopped at one article. Sudden Deaths Raise Suspicions. A quiet and small town in northern Oregon took a grim turn with its seventh strange documented death this month. Prior to their deaths, the seven people have been seen walking idly for days before being surrounded by a thick, dark cloud and then undergoing convulsions. The Spring Falls Police Department issued several warnings for the townsfolk urging them to adhere to a…
" 'Scuse me."
"What," Derek snapped, annoyed at being interrupted. He should be used to this by now. People coming up to him asking if he was guilty of the murders or asking him if he wanted to have some fun for the night.
But looking at this stranger, this young woman, he knew that she neither cared about the accusations or the company.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," she said pushing back her black hair away from her face.
He resisted the temptation to run his fingers through her thick, long locks.
"But I wanna grab that magazine and you're in the way."
Derek swallowed, wishing his throat wasn't as dry as it was. "Yeah, sorry about that." Sorry? Since when did he start saying sorry? Derek Hale never apologizes.
She threw him a smile which Derek knew was genuine and not one of those flirty ones. "Thanks," she said as she picked a magazine and walked to the cashier to pay.
Derek watched as she walked to counter and then out the store, his eyes gazing down her back to her hips and legs. He felt the primal urges claw at his insides, wanting to be free and take the female right there and then…
He shook his head. What the hell was that? That feeling… He felt his muscles tremble and his body heat. He brazenly stared at her as she left, not caring if she noticed or not. She got into a sleek black car which he noticed was the car with the impressive engine.
Who the hell was that?
"Coffee. Black. One pancake. Make it fast."
Derek closed his eyes and sat down at the front of Jubilee's. The week had been tough. He spent the past days training the pups and teaching them everything he knew. "Dammit," he scowled, slamming his hands against the counter. If only his pack had half the strength of Scott's, things would go much better for him.
"Rough day?"
He froze. Where have I heard that voice before? He turned to face the speaker and recognized her. "You were at the convenient store last night. You're the girl with that fancy car."
She laughed. Derek felt the beast whine piteously at the sound. Fuck, he could listen to that laugh all day. The waitress tossed the dirty rag she had been using to clean the counter into the sink and washed her hands.
"No, I'm the girl with the '67 Pontiac GTO," she said, teasing him. "Don't know who you're talkin' 'bout." She handed him a mug of hot, black coffee before turning around to get his pancake. "You sure you only want one? I make the breakfast food now. Should taste better than the crap Filipe makes."
Derek stared at her. He barely knew this woman and already he was imagining the things he would love to do to her. "Nah. Just one," he said.
She nodded, deciding not to call him out on his obvious stare. "Next time."
He picked up his fork and started to eat that one pancake, which he admitted, did taste better than the crap Filipe made. "So," he said, getting her attention. "You're new." He swallowed the coffee, grimacing as it burned down his throat.
"Yes. Yes, I am." She grinned at him, amused that this brooding handsome man was having difficulty starting up a conversation.
"Means I gotta ask you the basic nosy yet friendly neighbor questions." Another bite of the pancakes. "What's your name, where're you from, why you chose here… Just to make sure you're not a serial killer targeting this nice town, Beacon Hills." Another sip.
She leaned against the counter. "Summer. Atlanta. Needed a new start." Summer turned to another customer. "Hi, I'll take your order."
Derek took this distraction as the chance to study her. He admired her tall, tan, lean body and felt the need to touch her just to see if her skin felt as soft as it looked. He noticed her long hair was up in a messy bun and he wanted to rip the hair tie off, to see her hair tumble down, to stroke the strands. He growled as he felt his length harden and he held his breath, trying to calm himself down, to contain the wolf. But as he shut his eyes, his imagination ran wild, out of control. He could see her legs wrapped around his waist, skin glistening with sweat. He could hear her moaning, aroused by his touches as they trailed down to stroke her sensitive core. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up so he could kiss those lips… bite them… She touched shoulder so gently but it caused him to shiver in anticipation… He groaned…
"Hey!" Summer shouted, shaking his shoulder.
Derek jumped in the seat. "What?" he said, confused.
She looked at him, concerned. "You alright? You were moanin' and groanin' like you were in pain." She gestured to his empty mug. "More coffee? You look exhausted."
He clenched his hands into fists, pissed that he let himself get weak. He never felt this vulnerable towards a female, not even towards Kate. Kate Argent, the first woman who made him feel powerful, who made him believe in something stupid like love, who – in the end – turned out to be a hunter and killed his family and friends. "Yeah, just a bit more."
"So, now you know more 'bout me than I know 'bout you. Which means I gotta ask…" She glanced at him. That one glance and Derek felt like she was staring right into his soul. "All that obvious staring you doin', you gon' stalk me?"
At least Derek had the common sense to look embarrassed at getting caught. He finished his pancake and drank his coffee before placing a generous tip on the counter for her. Getting up to leave, he stared into her dark brown eyes and said, "Could you blame me?"
Reaching the door, he felt a shiver crawl up his spine as he heard her laugh. He liked that laugh.
He'd have to be careful with this woman. The more of an affect a woman has on him, the more dangerous she is.
"Stop."
"What?"
"You know what. Stop staring at Lydia," Derek snapped. "You're making me uncomfortable."
"Then don't watch," Stiles said, still watching Lydia as she walked towards her car.
"It's not that easy considering you're making it so obvious with your tongue hanging out."
"Gah!" Stiles shouted, obnoxiously sucking his saliva back in. "Sorry."
Derek smirked. "Baby Stiles got a bit of drool on his chin." He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, impatient. They were waiting in Derek's car with the engine running but headlights off. Derek didn't want the neighbors to see him and Stiles spying on the Martins. "Come on, Scott. Where the hell are you?"
"No, I don't," Stiles said, trying to hide his hand that was wiping at his chin. "Can we just leave him and go? I'm starving."
"I had chicken in the fridge! You should have eaten back at the hotel."
"Uh, one, it was old. Two, it wasn't the fridge. It was the cooler."
"So?"
"So… Last time I checked, there was a dead body in there."
"Listen, that was just one time. Alright? I cleaned it with bleach so it's fine."
Stiles looked at him in disbelief. "Dead. Body."
Rolling his eyes, he saw Scott jump out the window, landing on all fours. He crept to the corner of the house, glanced around, then sprinted back to the Camaro. "So? Did you get it?" Derek put his headlights back on and drove out of the development.
"No," Scott said, leaning back and taking deep breaths to calm his nerves. He could have sworn his heart stopped beating when Lydia heard the noise he made and went to investigate.
"What?" Derek slammed on the breaks and Stiles and Scott lurched forward in their seats.
"What the hell, man?" Scott shouted.
"What do you mean no?" He continued to drive. "One thing, Scott. I asked for one thing."
"Dude, I couldn't get it."
"Don't call me that," Derek snapped.
"But I did see it."
"You saw it? And you didn't think that you should have taken it?" He was pissed. They spent weeks to researching and finding answers. Things were taking too long and they didn't have enough time. People were dying in the same, mysterious way along the west coast – humans and supernatural.
"Because her mom was wearing it," Scott said. "I can't just walk up to her and say, 'Oh, hey, Mrs. Martin. That's a cool necklace. Anyways, I need it to save lives – no big deal. So, mind if I take it?' "
"Okaaay," Stiles interrupted, trying to lessen the tension. "Can we all relax and wonder why we're heading to Jubilee's and not to Scott's work?" He pointed in the direction of the diner up ahead.
Ignoring Stiles, Derek said, "If you have to say that, then say it. 'Cause without it, we're all dead."
"Whoa, okay. Question numero uno." Stiles looked at Derek, concerned. "Are you serious or just being a drama queen?"
"Dead. Bodiessss."
Stiles blanched. He knew it was important to get the stone but he didn't know it was that important. Even though he didn't know why it was important. "On a lighter note… Number dos. Again I ask, why are we heading to Jubilee's?"
Derek glanced at Stiles before focusing back on the road. As he turned into the parking lot, he said, "Pancakes." It was, however, 2:15 a.m.
And Scott knew, looking at the reflection of Derek's face in the rearview mirror, that he wasn't being all that honest. Derek's heart was beating a bit quicker than usual.
"So why are we really here?" Scott asked, blocking Derek's path to the door. Stiles had ran inside, mind focused only on eating.
Derek glared at him, not pleased by Scott's insubordination. But, then again, Scott wasn't even in his pack, although Derek wished he was. "What do you mean?"
"Pancakes? Really, dude?" Scott took a step towards him, praying that his nervousness wouldn't be too obvious to Derek. "Since when did you eat fluffy breakfast food? Actually, I've never even seen you eat. And your heart started pounding faster when Stiles pointed out our change of direction." He looked at Derek's stoic expression. No emotion was present.
He leaned against his car and said, "There's a waitress in there and I can't figure her out. And I'm an Alpha. I figure everyone out." Derek stepped around Scott and opened the glass door. "I need you to analyze her. Tell me what you read. Determine if she's a threat or not."
Scott growled in frustration. Full moon was coming in days and he was getting irritated by Derek's overly cryptic words. He stormed into Jubilee's and sat down next to Stiles who was already devouring a huge stack of pancakes.
"Deesh ishoo good," Stiles said with his mouth full. He swallowed. "Ah, really, Scott. You need to try these."
Scott made a face at Stiles and his lack of table manners. "Yeah, I'll just take your word for it."
"No, really. You need to. Since when did Jubilee's pancakes get so good?"
"Since I started makin' 'em."
Derek flinched. And Scott noticed.
Summer smiled at them and turned to Scott. "Wan' some?"
Scott looked at her and didn't know what got Derek on the edge. "Sure," he managed to say. "Just one."
" 'Xactly what he said, this fine lookin' gentleman," she said tilting her head towards Derek and giving Scott a friendly wink. She left the group and went into the kitchen.
Stiles choked, face red. He took a huge gulp of his Strawberry – Banana Explosion milk shake and then laughed, hysterical. "Fine lookin' gentleman? Hah! Dude, you're, like, far from it." He sunk low in his seat upon seeing Derek glare at him.
"So?" Derek asked Scott. "What's your take?"
"What? I just met her for, like, 2 seconds!" Scott said.
"And?" Derek tapped his finger, a habit he just recently picked up since his life started getting complicated.
Scott scoffed. "And 2 seconds isn't going to –"
"I don't care. You're a werewolf. You only need 2 seconds."
"Fine!" He threw up his hands, annoyed. Sometimes he wished he could shove Derek into a trunk and push it off into the bay. "I don't know why you're seeing her as a threat. She's pretty, nice, attractive, smells good –"
"Not that!" Derek growled, gripping the edge of the table tightly. "I know that. I meant –"
"Whoa, whoa," Stiles interrupted. "Can we all just take the moment to acknowledge that, for the first time since Derek intruded on our lives, he now shows some interest in the opposite gender?"
"You. Shut up," Derek pointed at Stiles. Turning back to Scott, he asked again. "What else did you get?"
"Uh," Scott thought hard. "I guess… Well, she has a southern accent…"
"No! What does the wolf think?"
"Uh…" he closed his eyes, trying to coax the wolf to the surface, to listen to it. Scott stiffened. "No."
"What? What is it?" Derek whispered, anxious.
He looked at the Alpha. "The wolf is afraid of her."
"What?"
"I mean, the wolf… He, like, does that whining thing when he's scared. And he keeps wanting to lower his head to her. Kinda like she's his boss or something."
"Kinky," Stiles said, taking the last bite of his pancake.
Derek leaned back in the booth. "Mate." He felt a stab of jealousy crawl throughout his body. Mate. Of course, she would be claimed by someone. He pushed back the urge to hunt this someone down and shred him to pieces.
"What?" Scott asked.
Derek opened his mouth to explain when Summer came back with Scott's food. "Here ya go," she said, cheerfully. "Want anythin' to drink?"
"Yeah, what he's drinking," Scott said, pointing at Stiles.
She nodded. "And you?" she asked Derek. "Gon' have more than one this time?"
Derek shook his head. "No."
"Alright. Strawberry Banana Explosion comin' up in a few." She took Stiles' empty plate and left.
"I don't normally like Southern accents, but she makes it sound good," Stiles said before shrinking back at seeing Derek's angry face.
Scott stared at Derek. Then at the waitress. And back at Derek. "Oh, no, no, no, no…" He laughed. "You? Really? The most volatile and emotionally suppressing man to be her mate?"
Derek froze. That's why. He looked at Summer. The beautiful, Southern woman who had left her home to start a new life here in Beacon Hills. The reason he was acting the way he was, is because she is his mate.