AN: Enjoy!
DPOV
"You're just going to let him take stiles!"
"Yes,"
"But he's a-"
"God damn it Scott! Right now I trust him with Stiles more than I do with you!"
Those words hurt him I could tell by the look in his eyes, but it was true and sometimes the truth hurts my thoughts travel to the wave of lust and possessiveness I felt earlier, it was no doubt that what I felt earlier was a mating haze I felt it the moment I saw Stiles on the beach that day.
But why do did I feel the haze for that demon? Werewolves only have one mate I've never heard of a wolf who had two mates so why did I have the urge to claim him right then and there?. I growled in annoyance first the sudden rise of vampire attacks and now this! This town was a magnet for trouble.
"I got to go" Scott blinked in confusion "what? But-"I took off before I could hear another word, not missing the groan of irritation from the young wolf; I panted as I sprinted through the trees I desperately needed answers. And there was only one person I could turn to.
"Uncle Peter!"
A slouched figure sitting by the window jumped slightly, my uncle quirked his brow gazing at me in confusion "Derek? Why the hell are you yelling?" I panted bending over to catch my breath, "there's…something…I need to ask you" I breathed my uncle cocked his head curiously "ask away nephew", "have you ever heard of a werewolf having two mates?" the reaction that I received was not what I had expected.
His eyes widened his mouth forming into a 'o' of shock, he opened his mouth and closed it he did repeatedly sending an image of a fish out of water into my mind, "I'm guessing you have…" I trailed off he opened his mouth and closed it again before nodding. "It's rare extremely rare it's only happened twice since the very creation of werewolves" only twice? That can't be good….
"Twice?" I questioned he nodded once again "the first time it happened we were so didn't understand it we thought it was some sort of fluke but the second time we began to become worried we didn't know what caused a were to have two mates instead of one and we thought that this would keep happening but never happened again" that means that whatever the hell is happening with me isn't genetic…or at least I think it isn't.
"Why do you ask?" there was a strange glint in my uncle's eyes one that sent a distressed shiver up my spine, don't tell him a voice whispered from the back of my skull lie "I met a wolf who has two mates instead of one and I wanted to know if something like this was common" Peter nodded the glint never fading from his eyes, "you'll have to introduce me to this wolf one day I would very much like to meet him" his tone sent warning signals off in my mind but I push those feeling aside.
"Thank you for telling me this uncle I'll visit you again soon" I turned toward the door and ran out all too eager to leave but I could feel my uncle's eyes bore into my back as I left.
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