Hello this is my first Teen wolf story. I do hope you quite enjoy it.
Moonlight Dreamer
He always took great pride in the fact that out of all his brothers and sisters he was the one that had the most control over the wolf. Even his eldest brother Stephens eyes would gleam a molten gold at the smallest of annoyances from time to time. Laura would state that it was due to him being born under a January moon making him just as cold as the month itself. He laughed at this always reminding his older sister that she was born under a winter month as well. Her rebuttal had always been that she was born on Christmas which was why she was able to maintain her ever dapper personality. A loud sigh exhaled from said boy, no man, he hadn't been a boy since the fire. He sat on an ever familiar tree that stood proudly too the left side of his house, the tallest one around for acres. He pumped his legs slowly, the movement reminding him of sunsets with his older siblings as the chatter of the younger ones came from below, his mothers soft hums to Queen and the soft tap of her feet as she danced around the kitchen, his fathers steady flick of a page, and the feel of warmness radiating from his family. They weren't perfect not by far, Laura was too head strong, his mother too loud, his youngest sister Abbie too sensitive, but all of them had their set role in the family. Without one it would all crumble like a house of cards. His inner wolf howled even years later the demise of it's pack stung. For not the first time in his life he cursed the birth of Kate Argent. Even more he cursed himself for not listening to Laura. His older sister and him could not have been more different. Laura was vivacious and passionate. She would go out in the middle of a storm and twirl until she was so dizzy that she'd fall. She was a lover of spontaneity and was never concerned on learning of the worlds secret. Her existence was unattached and free, she was a bird flying over an ever blue sky and she would only come down when she found that life had become even lighter than it's usual pace, when she found her mate. His sister was always a dreamer like that. He laughed darkly to himself. Not really a dreamer he mused to the still but alive air.
"Not a dreamer at all." His legs pumped harder on their own accord. His eyes closed. And memories reigned in.
"It's not funny!" A younger Laura shrieked. Her wild raven curls whip lashed her face as she turned around to face her elder brother. Her pretty apple red mouth was pulled in a sneer.
"Come off it Laura, you're too old to be thinking about all this mate shit." Stephen stated his honey brown eyes narrowing. Behind him Tristan nodded his head, his eyes rolling a bit at his older brother's behavior. Stephen with a kind disposition was a simple boy, and though his handling of others wasn't always cotton candy sweet due to his temper even he agreed that Laura was being ridiculous. Laura eye's glowed a bright molten silver causing both boys to instantly take a step back. Even if Laura was the third born, even if Laura didn't even reach past neither of their shoulders with her height of 5'2, they knew that she was the strongest. They knew that at the passing of their father and uncle Laura would become the Alpha.
"You come of your high horse, you fucking prick." The younger girl snapped, her breathing was ragged and Derek could see the soft flashes of mercury in her usually storm grey eyes. "Derek shouldn't be dating. He has to wait for his mate."
"What if he doesn't find his mate? You want him to be miserable and alone for the rest of his life?" Stephen shouted back his temper quickly replacing any fear at the idea of a fight between his younger sister.
"You know that doesn't happen, Dad found Mom and Uncle Peter found Aunt Natalia. It doesn't work like that and you know it! All of us have a mate, all of us have someone who was constructed from birth for us. Lovers. Soul mates. The love of our mates can transcend time itself, death is inevitable but only a slight complication – the love that we share with our mate can overcome even that."
"And what if his mate died for some unexplainable reason or what if he just never finds it." Tristan added calmly.
"He would feel it." She said surely.
"Look Laura stop being a bitch, he just wants to date a girl. He's 15 for Christ Sake it's not like he's going to marry her. And even if he were if he does find his mate the wolf's pull towards them will be so strong that the girl would become insignificant." Stephen said, his hands falling exasperatedly at his sides. Derek looked back and forth between his brother and sister he hated that they we're talking about him as if he wasn't there. His mouth pressed into an even sterner line, next time he came to his older brother for advice on woman he'd be sure that his mate obsessed sister wasn't around. Laura's nose flared. She opened her mouth as if to speak and just as quickly shut it. She turned the ring on her finger, a movement that Derek had come to learn early on always meant that her mind was racing with a million thoughts. She turned over to Derek and unleashed her frustrations on him. He bit the insides of his cheek to stop the grimace. Laura's anger radiated red and loud and washed over him like the monstrosity of a tsunami. It was taking all his willpower to not hold his head in pain. The latter smirked.
"Just don't bring her around the house, I might decide that I need bigger game then rabbits." She quickly turned away her soft black curls bouncing behind her.
"Fuck." Derek whispered.
Derek's eyes opened as the memories faded from his mind. If only he had listened to Laura things would have been different now. Perhaps she'd be enjoying the moonlight right now with him. Or perhaps she'd be cooing softly at Stephens first born. Maybe she would have even found her mate by now. And maybe she could help him figure out what to do with the annoying but always present Stiles Stilinski.
