Disclaimer: i do not own Teen Wolf or any of the characters (sadly)
(Stiles POV)
Something was wrong.
When i walked into my house, my senses went off like a rocket. My dads car was in the driveway, which that by itself is weird. But what was even stranger was that Dereks camaro was behind my dads car. As i walked further and further into the house, the sound of voices got louder. What possibly could they have been talking about. As i walked into the kitchen i saw Derek with his hand around my dads throat holding him up against the fridge. "Woah Derek what the hell? Let him go!" i ran up to where they were and started tugging on his arm. When i finally looked at his face he looked shocked to see me standing there. "Stiles?" I looked at him like he was stupid. "Why do you look so suprised? This is my house you know." As i said this i thought' shouldn't his werewolf senses picked up my scent or presence? He just lkinda stood there shirfting his feet looking suddenly very ashamed...but still had his hand around my dads throat. "Stiles ummm we need to talk..." I just stood there and tried to figure out why Derek was the one talking instead of letting my dad free. "All three of us, son" Ahh sometime through my mental talk Derek had let my dad go. I watched Derek walk away and i figured he had went to the living room. I looked over at my dad. He shrugged his shoulders and said "come on lets not keep him waiting" With that being said i walked out of the kitchen and to the living room with my father walking quietly behind me.