Just as I threw my apple core in the garbage, I heard honking coming from out front. Scooping up my backpack, I made my way to the front door, and locked the door behind me as I left. As expected, Stiles was sitting in his jeep out front, looking as impatient as ever, might I add. Hoping into Stiles jeep, I was greeted with a grunt before he drove off, making me scramble to put my seat belt on.
When we finally had made it to school, Stiles left in a rush. Shaking my head, I made my way towards the school. Looking around, I noticed one of the windows was covered and had yellow caution tape on it, reminding me that what had happened to my brother and his friends had truly happened and wasn't some made up story the boys had told me.
Most of my day had been uneventful, well until Stiles and Scott's lacrosse practice. Practice was normal at first, until Scott got shoved down. From the stands, I could tell that Scott was getting angry, and when I watched him shove Stiles back, I stood, and made my way down the bleachers to the side bench worried. I watched as my twin brother shoved the first boy, and then the second as he made his way to the net. Oh this couldn't be good. Shocked, I watched as Scott hit Danny in the face with his lacrosse stick, effectively knocking the older boy down, before throwing the ball into the net.
And cue the collective gasps. I watched as the rest of the boys on the team ran out to see if Danny was alright. Jackson got to him first, as the rest of the guys gathered around, worry etched across their faces. Scott brought my attention away from all the commotion as he walked a bit further away from the group, and took his helmet off. Stiles ran up to him and I watched them exchange a few words before my twin walked off the field.
Lydia ran out to the field to stand next to Jackson, before I ran out to meet up with Stiles. I starred at my brother as he left, crossing my arms over my chest. "What's going on with my brother?" Stiles didn't answer which surprised me so I looked up at my goofy friend and noticed he was gapping at Lydia and Jackson before turning around and doing the same to Scott. Disappointment slowly crept up his face as he looked back at Lydia. Gently, I reached out and grabbed his much larger hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked down at me, while returning the squeeze, before dragging me with him back to the locker room. Stiles took a few minutes to change, before we left the school for good.
Six o'clock had rolled around and Scott still hadn't come home. I sat in the living room with mom for a bit before she kissed me on the head and announced she was leaving for her night shift. I simply nodded. The sound of a key turning in the lock made mom and I look to the front door.
"Scott?" Mom called out as she made her way over to the front door. I listened as the door closed.
"Stiles." Of course Stiles would have a house key now, how he'd procured it was beyond me and I wasn't about to ask him.
"Key!"
"Yeah. I had one made, so…" Doesn't surprise me, whatsoever.
"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me." By that point, I'd had enough and got off the couch to join my mother and Stiles. I stood next to my mother and shook my head at Stiles, while smirking. That boy would be the death of my mother. Stiles threw his duffle bag on the floor, making it clank and thud loudly, making my mother suspicious of its content.
"What is that?" She asked as she pointed down to the duffle bag my best friend had just dropped on the ground at his feet.
"Uh, school project." That was some quick thinking on Stiles' behalf.
"Hmm." Mom hummed, "Stiles, he's okay, right?"
"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally." Mhmm, way to play it cool Stiles.
"Mom I've told you a million times, he's fine, can't you trust your own daughter?" I raised my eyebrow questioningly. She looked over at me sadly, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close to her.
"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to." Let's be honest, if I didn't live in the same room as Scott he probably wouldn't talk to me anymore either, which made me glad to be his twin.
"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week." I could tell this was making Stiles uncomfortable, after all he was lying to my mother's face.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. Yeah." She paused, before brightly adding, "Okay. Be careful tonight."
"You too." I replied smiling at her before giving her a hug.
"Full moon." It was just a statement, but made both Stiles and I panic.
"What?" We chorused.
"There's a full moon tonight." She scoffed. "You should see how the ER gets. Brings out all the nut jobs."
"Oh! Yeah." I could help but let a nervous giggle.
"You know, it's actually where they came up with the word lunatic." Oh mom.
Stiles and I stood in the entrance for a few seconds longer before I grabbed the duffle bag and made my way up to Scott and I's room. Stiles walked in first, turning the light on. "Oh, my God!" He stopped right in the door, making me walk into his back. I stumbled back a few steps, before peaking around my friend to see that Scott was already in our bedroom sitting in his blue chair.
"Dude, mom and I were waiting for you downstairs all night. Why didn't you come down?" I was met with silence. Huffing, I pushed past Stiles with the bag and dropped it on Scott's bed, then plopped myself down next to it.
"I came in through the window." Was his stoic response.
"Okay, well let's get this set up." Stiles walked over to the bag and zipped it open, pulling out some of its content. "I want you to see what I brought." Curiously, I peeked inside; I could see the chains amongst other things sitting inside the bag.
"I'm fine." I looked over at Scott surprised, from the display earlier, we all knew he wasn't, insert air quotes here, fine. "I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight." Where was I supposed to sleep?
Stiles and I looked at each other stunned. "You sure about that? Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, cause it's really starting to freak me out." Dido.
"I'm fine. You should go now." Scott looked at me, "Both of you." I gave him a questioning look; did he not realize this was my bedroom as well?
"Alright, we'll leave." Pause. "Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?"
Scott stood up, and made his way over to the bag. I watched him reach in and grab a handful of chain and stare at it for a few seconds, looking almost offended.
"You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" He dropped the chains back inside the bag with disgust.
"Actually, no." What did Stiles have in mind? I watched him more closely and noticed his left hand was in his back pocket, and in a flash my best friend had hand cuffed my twin to the radiator that sat under our window in our bedroom.
Scott struggled while grunting before yelling, "What the hell are you doing?"
Scott was really freaking me out at this point; it hadn't been that bad last full moon had it? I watched Stiles scramble away from my brother as he struggled against the restraint. Standing, I walked over to Stiles and stood next to him, letting him grab my hand.
"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback. For making out with Lydia." Scott starred up at the two of us and glared, before the two of us walked out.
For the rest of the night I let Stiles deal with Scott. I just sat on the couch watching TV wrapped up in a blanket. Ignoring their arguments was a bit hard so I'd decided that going for a run to clear my head would be best.
My run had gone without a hitch, but I came home to an empty house. When I'd walked into Scott and I's bedroom, I could see the blood on the ground and the broken handcuffs. Sighing, I grabbed the handcuff and threw them in the garbage before proceeding to clean up the blood on the floor and windowsill.
I'd just finished changing into my pajamas when I heard the front door open. Stiles was probably coming back from his search for Scott, so I walked into the washroom, to brush my hair and teeth before bed. Finishing up, I walked out of the washroom to see Derek walking my brother in. What the hell happened? I leaned against the door frame arms crossed over my chest watching silently as Derek dumped my brother on his bed before turning around walking towards the door. Derek looked at me briefly, there was something different about him today, and he gave me a look that I had never seen on his face before. No one had ever given me a look like that, and I couldn't pinpoint exactly what this look was. I shifted nervously as I looked at him for a moment longer, before looking down at my feet waiting for him to leave.
"Wait." Both Derek and I looked over to Scott, Derek seemed annoyed with the younger boy and I was surprised that my twin sounded almost back to normal. "I can't do this." Pity flashed across my face as I stared at my twin brother. "I can't be this and be with Alison." Of course it came back to Alison, lately it always came back to Alison. You might say I was jealous that I wasn't number one in my brother's books anymore, but honestly he'd only known her a few weeks when he'd known me his whole life. I'm his twin for Christ's sake, his other half! Had he already forgotten that? "I need you to tell me the truth. Is there a cure?" Well that would certainly make things a lot easier, wouldn't it?
"For someone who was bitten?" I looked over at Derek hopefully. Maybe I'd get my brother back. "I've heard of one. I don't know if it's true."
"What is it?" I softly asked. Derek gazed at me tenderly before looking back at Scott.
"You have to kill the one that bit you." Could Scott really kill someone?
"Kill the Alpha?" Derek simply nodded. I could tell Scott was beginning to panic, so I walked over to him and sat down on his bed, grasping his hand firmly. He needed to know he wasn't alone.
Derek walked closer to us, "Scott. If you help me find him, I'll help you kill him."
The boys spoke for a bit longer, so I left them to get myself a snack before bed. Opening the cupboard, I looked around for the crackers and noticed Scott had put them on the top shelf. Huffing, I struggled on my tiptoes barely graving the box with my fingers. I'd been struggling for a few seconds before I felt someone's chest press into my back making me step forward lightly, while a leather clad arm reached up and effortlessly grabbed the box of crackers. A light blush crept up my face as I realized Derek had grabbed the box for me. Thirty seconds passed before either one of us moved. A warm hand travelled over my right hip before settling on my stomach making my breath come up short. I leaned into his chest as he pulled me a bit closer, making my eyes flutter closed. A soft hum left my throat, as Derek's warmth spread across my back through my thin tank top.
My eyes snapped open in surprise as Derek nuzzled into my shoulder leaving small kisses across my neck and shoulder. Derek looked surprised as I turned around and stepped a bit further away from him. Not that I didn't enjoy what had happened, but I knew that if Scott came down at that moment things wouldn't have been pretty. Looking up at his face, I smiled softly; as I watched his eyes roam over my body. My loose tank top and short shorts barely left anything to the imagination, but it didn't bother me. I liked the predatory look he got as he examined my body. Derek and I mostly had a physical relationship and the more I thought on it, the more it bothered me.
Stepping away, I turned around and grabbed the crackers quickly before stepping away from Derek. I could hear his shuffling as he followed me to the island in the middle of the kitchen before leaning against it, facing me.
"I think we need to be careful." I paused, opening the box of crackers. "We don't really know anything about each other, and I'm not like some of the girls at school, I can't not do emotions, I get attached and I don't want to feel things for you and you not return them." I grabbed a handful of crackers and place them on the plate in front of me before looking over at the older man.
Derek watched me carefully for a few minutes. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking so I patiently, not so patiently, waited for him to say something. "I'm fine with taking it slow." For the first time since Derek had come back to Beacon Hills I saw him smile, not one of his smirks, but an actual, genuine smile, and it was directed at me. Swoon!
We'd been smiling at each other for a few second before the creaking of the stairs brought us out of our bubble. Derek quickly leaned down and pecked my cheek before rushing out of the house.
"Are you coming or what?" Scott huffed as he stepped off the last step. I gave him a lazy smile, grabbed my plate of cheese and crackers and followed him back up the staircase to our room.
A couple of days had passed since any of us had seen Derek. Well after all he was in hiding because my brother had decided to make him the number one wanted person in Beacon Hills. And now here we were, me driving Derek's Camaro being chased by the Kate to cause a distraction. Scott and Stiles were seated in the back seat screaming at me to hurry up.
"Roxanne! Step on it! She's gonna catch us!" Or variations of that sentence were thrown at me from the backseat, making me huff and roll my eyes. But nonetheless, I pressed on the gas to speed up, taking sharp turns every once in a while to try and shake her off. That's until we heard over the cop radio that Stiles' dad was chasing Derek on foot. Now I had to get to wherever Derek was before he got caught. Pulling the emergency break, I jerked the wheel to the left, and turned the car around, flinging the boys around in the backseat. The windows in Derek's car were dark enough that Kate wouldn't know who was driving the car. We zipped passed her and made our way to the iron works, before she had a chance to process what had just happened.
When we finally got there, we found Derek hiding behind a forklift as Allison's dad and his gooneys shot at him. I hit the brakes hard and stopped a few feet away from him. One of the boys flung the door open as I called out to him.
"Get in!" I yelled quickly, looking at him for a second before looking around for the police and the hunters. As soon as Derek's body was in the vehicle, I wasted no time in peeling out of there. Maybe I should take up NASCAR after this.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott scolded Derek.
"Damn it, I had him!" Derek yelled as he looked back at Scott.
"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles pipped up like the idiot he is. I rolled my eyes at him before concentrating back on the road.
"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up." That was a bit suspicious.
"Oh, hey, they're just doing their jobs…" Good heavens. I could tell Derek was glaring at Stiles, which obviously shut him up and shrink back in his seat.
"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." I knew who that glare was directed to.
"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."
Now it was my turn to talk I looked over at Derek, "Ok! How did you find him?" This stopped the bickering, but Derek just stayed silent.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, all of us!" Stiles said.
"Stiles shut up!" I angrily yelled from the front seat. I didn't look to see if he was offended he just needed to be quiet for a bit.
"Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."
Stiles jumped up in between the front seats, "Our chemistry teacher?" I have to agree with him, I was a bit curious about that one. "Why him?" Scott asked.
"I don't know yet."
"What's the second?" I asked looking over at him.
Derek pulled out a small piece of white paper and unfolded it to reveal a symbol that looked like it had some sort of animal on it. The symbol looked familiar but I couldn't quite pinpoint where I'd seen it before. "Some kind of symbol."
Scott looked at the symbol and groaned. "What?" Derek asked, "You know what this is?"
"I've seen it on a necklace." That's when it hit me; I'd seen Allison wearing a necklace with this exact pendant. "Allison's necklace." Nailed it!
After that little revelation, the rest of the car ride was quiet as I drove us all back to where we'd left Stiles' jeep. The four of us got out, Derek got back into his car while the rest of got into the jeep.
Scott, Stiles and I walked into the school together as we quietly spoke of the previous night's events. "This is gonna be impossible, you know."
"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles simply stated, it wouldn't be a bad idea.
"How?"
"It's easy." I can't wait to hear Stiles explanation on how it would be easy. "You just say, hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you…" Oh goodness.
"You're not helping."
"Scott." I grabbed my brother's shoulder to make him look at me, "Why don't you just talk to her, I'm sure she'd appreciate it."
"She won't talk to me." He paused for a second, "What is she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?" Great, now he was thinking of her in the shower.
"That's why you ease…" Stiles stopped mid-sentence looking over at Scott surprised, "That's why you ease back into it, okay? Get back on her good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace." At this point the three of us were now standing in the middle of the hallway.
I smacked my brother over the head grumpily, "Quit thinking about her in the shower!" That snapped him out of it, but he still had this dreamy look on his face.
"All right, stay focused, okay?" Stiles said as he patted my twin on the shoulder. "Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison back. In that order. Got it?" Stiles started backing away from the two of us before heading to class. With that, I gave my brother a quick peck on the cheek before running off to my locker.
Allison and I arrived at our lockers a few seconds apart. I looked over at her and smiled brightly, "Morning Allison." The brunette grinned back and shut her locker before walking over to me holding her books. "Hey Roxanne." The two of us made idle chitchat, as we walked towards our first class.
Once class was over, I made my way over to Scott's locker to see him standing there shocked and Jackson walking away with a smug smile. I rushed over, "What did Jackson want?"
"He's knows what I am." He whispered to me. Surprised, I gapped at him, as he grabbed my forearm and dragged me over to where Stiles was. Scott caught Stiles and I up on what had just happened between him and Jackson.
"How the hell did he find out?" Stiles questioned.
"I have no idea." I looked between Stiles and Scott, this couldn't be good.
"Did he say it out loud, the word?"
"What word?" Scott and I asked in unison.
"Werewolf. Did he say I know you're a werewolf?"
"No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly."
"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems. I mean, he doesn't have any proof, right?" I looked worriedly at Scott, we couldn't know for sure. "And if her wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him anyway?"
"How about Allison's father, you idiot." I said looking over at Stiles incredulously.
"Okay, it's bad."
"I need a cure. Right now." Okay, let's not get hasty.
"Does he know about Allison's father?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know."
"Okay, where's Derek?" That was a good question, maybe he could help.
"Hiding, like we told him to. Why?"
"I have another idea. It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though." What kind of evil plot did Stiles have in mind?
"We have that game tonight. It's the quarterfinals. And it's your first game."
"I know, I know. Look, do you have a plan for Allison yet?"
"She's in my next class."
"Get the necklace." I patted Scott's back before walking away to my next class. Poor guy.
Throwing my books in my locker, I looked around to see if Allison was at hers, when I saw her, I smiled and made my way over to her. "Hey, wanna have lunch together?"
Allison looked over at me, "I would love to, mind if Lydia tags along?" I almost groaned in protest, but simply nodded.
"The more, the merrier!" I chirped happily. The two of us left her locker, and made our way over to Lydia who was checking herself out in her little locker mirror. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. Could she be anymore narcissistic?
When we'd finally gotten our lunches, we made our way to an empty table. Lydia chatted excitedly about something makeup related while Allison and I made funny faces at one another when she wasn't looking. That's how most of our lunch went until Jackson came and joined us. What did he want? I barely spared him a look before seaming interested in whatever Lydia was prattling on about now.
Snap! I looked back at what had made that noise and noticed that Scott had effectively snapped his lunch tray in half. Stiles and I exchanged a look before he discreetly nodded to my left. Looking to my left, I noticed Jackson wasn't next to me anymore and was now standing near one of the vending machines, leaning against the wall, smirking.
The rest of the afternoon went by rather quickly and the end of school finally came around. Scott was on steal Allison's necklace mission so it left me and Stiles to go over to his house to chill and do homework. When Stiles finally pulled up to his house, I hopped out of the jeep and made a beeline for the front door, with Stiles chasing after me. I ran through the front of the house yelling hi to sheriff Stilinski before running up to Stiles room. Not expecting to see Derek in Stiles room, I almost let out a loud shriek before Derek grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his chest before covering my mouth with his free hand. I looked up at him questioningly but he simply gave this look telling me to keep quiet. Once he let me go, I stepped away from him and simply sat on Stiles' bed waiting for him.
Stiles walked into his room, and made his way to his computer. Sitting down, before beginning to type somethings in. I wonder how long it would take him to realize Derek was there.
"Hey, Stiles!" I guess not very long.
"Yo…" Stiles turned around in his chair, and a look of surprise sat across his face. "D-Derek. I, um…" Stiles ran across the room to his doorway, slightly closing the door so his father wouldn't look into his room, and leaned against the doorframe nonchalantly.
"What did you say?" Mr. Stilinski asked.
"What? I said, yo dad." I just shook my head, well that was a bit obvious that he was hiding something. Standing up, I made my way over to the door, and ducked my head under Stiles' arm, and smiled up at the sheriff.
The older man gave me a kind smile, "Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."
Stiles didn't reply right away so I elbowed him in the rib, earning a soft oomph. "My first game. Gosh, great. Awesome. Uh, good."
This was really awkward, "I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you."
"Thanks. Me, too. I'm happy and proud of myself." This conversation was turning into a train wreck really quickly.
"So they're really gonna let you play, right?"
"Yeah, dad. I'm first line."
"I'm very proud."
"Oh, me too."
"Me three! Now Stiles we should really get back to the science project we've got."
Stiles' dad gave his son a hug, which looked really awkward if you ask me, before leaving us to our own devices. I walked back to Stiles' bed and sat down as he closed the door. Derek grabbed a fistful of Stiles' coat before pushing him into the door.
"If you say one word…"
"Oh, what, you mean, like, hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun?" Derek seemed to back off for a second. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." One of these days that boy is going to get punched. Derek let Stiles go, straightening up his coat. I watched on as Stiles tried to act confidently straightening up Derek's coat before walking away, only for Derek to fake step towards him scaring him.
"Oh, my God!" Wimp. I couldn't help the smirk that settled across my lips.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?"
"No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try." Derek motioned for him to go on, while I sat at attention, what was Stiles talking about? "The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."
"So?"
"It wasn't Scott." I called from the bed. Both Stiles and Derek looked at me.
"Exactly."
"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asked Stiles.
"No, not me. But I think I know somebody who can." I tried to think of who Stiles knew that could hack computers but came up short. The three of us sat in silence as we waited for whoever Stiles was calling to answer. When he finally did, I was surprised to find out Stiles was calling Danny, his lab partner.
Once Danny arrived, Stiles didn't waste any time on asking him to find out who sent that text message.
"You want me to do what?" Danny asked in disbelief.
"Trace a text."
"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."
"And we will, once you trace the text." I'd like to say I wonder how Stiles knows that Danny can do this, but at the same time I'm not really surprised that Stiles figured out a way to find out.
"And what makes you think I know how?"
"I… I looked up your arrest report, so..." Good old Stiles, never fails to be nosey.
"I… I was thirteen. They dropped the charges."
"Whatever."
"No, we're doing lab work." Danny insisted.
"Oh, my…"
Covering my mouth, I snickered as I looked up at Derek from my position on the bed. He simply raised a brow and gave me a little smirk before going back to the book he had in his hand, turning the page. Danny looked back at us, before pointing at Derek, "Who's he again?"
"Um, my cousin… Miguel." Did he just call him Miguel? I couldn't stop myself from giggling, earning a glared from Derek.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Oh shit! Why didn't Stiles and I notice that before Danny came over?
"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds." Wait, what? I looked over at Derek surprised. From what I could tell Derek was not impressed with Stiles' story. "Hey, Miguel." Derek slowly raised his head up, and looked at the two boys sitting across the room. "I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." Derek slammed the book shut before standing up, taking off his shirt as he walked over to Stiles' closet. Oh. My. God. I couldn't help myself, I just watched as Derek took his shirt off, taking in every little detail I could.
"So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably…" I could hear Stiles talking, but I wasn't registering anything he was saying. I was too absorbed in the glory that is Derek Hale.
"Stiles?" Derek turned around, looking at me briefly, making me blush, before looking at Stiles holding one of his shirts.
"Yes?"
"This… No fit." He answered as he stretched the t-shirt he'd been holding.
"Then try something else on." I tried not to stare at Derek so I looked over at Stiles, and noticed Danny was checking Derek out. Well, at least I wasn't the only one starring and checking Derek out. "Sorry." Stiles mumbled as he turned back to Danny. Stiles finally realised that Danny was checking out Derek and looked between the two, flabbergasted.
"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?" He asked as Derek slipped on a burnt orange and navy blue stripped t-shirt. A low hum left my throat as I hole heartedly agreed with Stiles. Stiles hit Danny's arm, "What do you think, Danny?"
"Huh?" Danny had obviously been starring at Derek just as much as I had.
"The shirt." Stiles stuck his thumb out towards Derek.
"It's not really his color." Oh Danny you sneaky devil! With that, Derek proceeded to take the shirt off, making me bite my lower lip, as I devoured his upper body with my eyes.
"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny Boy?"
"You're a horrible person." Couldn't agree more Danny, but right now I was really, and I mean really, thankful for it.
"I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text."
"Stiles!" Surprised I looked at Derek's face and noticed how annoyed he looked. "None of these fit." Maybe you should stay shirtless! Okay, probably not a good idea, none of my homework would get done.
"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." With that, I stood up and walked over to the still shirtless Derek. Standing close to him, I looked up with an innocent look on my face.
"Maybe you should stay shirtless." I purred softly, slowly dragging a finger up his chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I checked if Stiles and Danny were paying any attention to us, before reaching up, grabbing the side of Derek's face and giving him a kiss on the lips. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, before I pulled away, and walked out the door to go to the washroom.
When I came back Derek had a shirt on, and was now standing behind Stiles and Danny. I quietly walked up and stood next to him, looking over Danny's shoulder to see what was going on.
"There." He pause, "This text was sent from a computer. This one." Danny pointed to the screen.
"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked, as I looked more closely.
"Mom?" I whispered, worriedly. "That can't be right, mom didn't send that text." Stiles looked up at me worriedly, my mother wasn't the Alpha, she couldn't be. Slowly, I backed away from the computer, tears filled my eyes. When I couldn't take it anymore, I turned and ran. I could hear footsteps behind me, and I felt someone grab my hand and pull me into their chest.
