Laura- 21
Jason- 20
Derek, Boyd, and Erica- 18
Jackson, Lydia, Alison, Scott, and Stiles- 17
Isaac and Cora- 16
Blake- 7
Rue- 6
Anna and Carter- 4 Helen is Talia's and Peter's mother. Peter is married to Kaylee and Jason, Anna, and Carter are their kids. Talia is married to David and Laura, Derek, and Blake are their kids, Rue is adopted by Talia. History of the fire and how Derek became alpha will be the next chapter, and then the story will really begin, k?
Derek was driving home in his black beauty of a car. The Camaro was one of his prized possessions, since it was from his sister, Laura. The big news of the day was rushing through his head still, and he had a feeling it wouldn't stop for awhile. Stiles was coming back to school. It was still emotionally reeling for him.
It had been three months since anyone had seen Stiles. Stiles had stopped school because of what happened with his father, the sheriff. It was a devastating blow to the brunette teen. After that, Stiles had to deal with other things and school was just too much for him to handle at the moment. The school administrative excused him because of the circumstances. But in exchange, he had to keep up with his learning and classwork at home to be able to stay within his year and graduate on time.
He agreed of course.
Even Scott didn't know what was happening with his best friend. Without the steady income of homework and tests, everyone would have thought he had dropped off the grid. But Scott had gotten a text from a new number just as the last period had come about. Stiles had contacted him saying that he was coming back the next day. To school.
Derek pulled up to the gigantic house, ears trained on the sound coming from inside. It was loud as normal, the sound of the children of the house chasing each other around the halls, squealing with laughter. His mother in the kitchen preparing dinner and humming to herself, his uncle Peter and Dad, David, arguing about something he wasn't interested in, and his little sister Cora in her room blaring her music through her ear buds doing her homework. It was home.
Derek walked into the house, not bothering to lock the door behind him. It wouldn't be closed before long, Laura was known for busting into the house with her arms full of stuff from the bakery, his aunt Kaylee coming in behind her. And then his grandma, Helen, wouldn't be too long after that, returning from her knit and gossip group with the other old ladies from town. Derek walked past the living room where his dad and Peter were arguing about a baseball game, returning the greeting he got from the two. He reached the kitchen, walking to the fridge for some of the juice he knew Peter hid in the back from the little mischief makers of the house. He bent down reaching to the back, where he could see the green lid of the apple juice.
"You smell happy, dear. What happened today that has you all chipper?" The musical voice from behind him hummed. Grabbing his prize and working it out of the fridge, Derek turned back to the petite woman easily peeling potatoes with her claws.
Talia was a petite woman of 5'2'' with medium length and dark brown hair. She had a sweet disposition, but Derek knew she could tear out a few throats, not to mention through a few asses and egos, if need be. She was the alpha after all. "Well-" Before he could answer, he was crashed into from behind. An oof coming from behind him as the person fell to the floor. Derek turned around to see his little 7 year old brother, Blake, on the floor rubbing his forehead.
"Blake, there is a reason I tell you not run in the house." Talia gave the younger boy a stern glance, raising her eyebrow at Blake. He gave a sheepish grin at his mother, scrambling up off the floor. "Sorry, Mom." Talia nodded raising her voice a little more, "That goes for you other three up there, too. Go clean your rooms. I know they aren't clean, and I could smell them walking by." There was a pause before a chorus of different voices came from upstairs. "Yes, Aunt Talia!" Talia turned her attention to her youngest son, dismissing him with a quick movement of her head toward the stairs. "You too, Blake." Blake nodded, giving her a 'yes, ma'am' as he took off towards the stair well.
The pair watched him climb the stairs, before Talia turned her attention back to the big pot of vegetables cooking, stirring it a couple times. She went and grabbed the meat, which had to be at least 5 pounds. Derek watched his mother work on dinner in silence, thinking how to start. He finally cleared his throat and started, "Scott gave us some big news today." Talia glanced over from where she had started throwing the meat into a pan to cook it. "Stiles is coming back to school tomorrow." Talia hummed, giving her son a smile. "Is that so?"
It was silent for a while, before the front door bust open as expected. "I'm home!" Laura's voice rang out across the house hold. "Welcome back!" was the reciprocated answer. Talia sighed and shook her head as Laura came into the kitchen arms full with a few loaves of bread, sourdough from what Derek could smell. "Must you throw the door open every time you come home, Laura?" Derek's older sister gave her mother an award winning smile, "Where's the fun in returning home without opening the door with some style?" Talia huffed at her daughter, returning to the browning meat. "Derek, be a dear and warm up the tortillas for me, please." Derek nodded grabbing the tortillas from the counter and putting them in the brown tortillas container.
Laura scrunched up her nose as he brushed past her going toward the microwave. "Geez, little bro, what has you all reeking of happiness? I thought you were too grumpy to be happy." Laura teased Derek. "From what I heard earlier, Stiles is coming back to school tomorrow. Scott was yelling around in the school parking lot after school today." Cora entered the kitchen, lured by the smell of food. "Oh, Stiles, is it? Isn't that the boy that has Derek in a mood most times? And the one that calls him 'Der-bear'? That Stiles?" Laura had this glint in her eye Derek didn't like. That kind of glint never ended well for him, being teased mercilessly by his older sister. Cora joined in on the fun, "He calls him 'Sourwolf', too." Laura laughed at her brother, as Derek groaned.
Peter and David walked in from the living room, Helen and Kaylee not far behind them. "Sourwolf? That's surprisingly accurate. With how many moods you go through, dear nephew, I think this Stiles has hit the nail on the head." Peter drawled mockingly, his wife smacking him in the back of the head. "Now Peter, behave. I think its sweet. Don't listen to him Derek, he's being fussy today." Kaylee gave him a sweet smile, getting out the the plates from the cabinet. "He sounds like a treat Derek, why don't you bring him over to meet the family. Use that youth of yours." Helen teased her grandson, going to sit down at the table.
Helen was the mother of Peter and Talia. Her husband, their grandpa Richard, had died a few years ago with cancer because he was human. Kaylee and her and Peter's oldest son, Jason, were human too. Jason was in college, Baylor, to become a doctor. But they still had their other two, Anna and Carter, the twins.
The last inhabitant of the house was Rue. Rue was the child of another pack that passed through Hale territory. Her mother was human that had given birth to the child and left, not wanting anything to do with a supernatural child. They had taken care of young Rue, but the pack was forever moving, never staying in one spot. They best thought to leave Rue with the Hales for stability, and Talia took her into the Hale pack.
She became fostered under Talia's name, but was extremely attached to Derek. She followed him everywhere. When his pack had first seen this, the girls had cooed at the little brown eyed girl following Derek around like a baby duck. His family thought it was hysterical and endearing. Though it annoyed him at times, he didn't have the heart to tell to stop following him. She had puppy eyes exactly like Stiles's. "Speak of the devil and she shall appear."Derek thought as her long dark red curls bounced into his vision.
Rue attached herself to his leg, grinning up at him. "Welcome home." she spoke softly. She wasn't very loud for a child of 6 years old. She spoke very little, though perfectly, and was mostly quiet and curious. Rue was not a werewolf. But she wasn't human either. She didn't have the signs of a werewolf, like the full moon affecting her. Rue had good reflexes, keen senses, though her night vision was better than any werewolf's, and was very strong. She was also very fast, always winning tag and any running game. They didn't know what she was.
The twins were running into the kitchen with Blake chasing them. "Hey! Go wash your hands for dinner, and stop running around the house!" Talia growled at the squealing kids. "Yes, Aunt Talia/Mom." The three ran for the stairs still laughing. Rue followed after them.
Talia sighed as she grabbed the meat and went to put it on the table were Peter and Helen were setting the table. Kaylee followed behind her with the strained vegetables, and Laura grabbed the tortillas from the microwave. Derek went and and sat down at his spot at the table. The kids came down the stairs bolting for their seats, racing to see who could get there first. Rue sat in her usual spot next to Derek. The rest of his family settled around in their seats as well. Everyone one was making their tacos and fixing their plates.
"I think Helen is right. Bring this boy over some time. I've heard some interesting things about the sheriff's son. And from what Cora and Boyd tell me, you're quite smitten with him." Talia smirked at her son's face. Cora shared an evil grin with Laura before they started singing, "Derek and Stiles sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Blake, Anna, and Carter join in on the song. Peter, Kaylee, Helen, and David start laughing at how red Derek's face goes. Talia even chuckles at her son's embarrassment, watching his ears go red. Derek groans at his family teasing him, and puts his burning face in his arms on the table. Why did Lady Fortune have it out for him?