(Here's the next one. I'm going to try something fun, cause I feel like I don't interact with my readers at all. Okay so how do you guys feel about Stiles not telling Scott? Will it make things worse? Give me your amazing opinions. Thank you.)

Stiles' P.O.V

I had been sitting in this stupid chair for like an hour. I knew Derek would be in my room, I saw his Camero down the street. I really didn't want to talk right now, I knew eventually I would have to. My dad was coming home soon, and I knew there would be a talk with that.

We hadn't talked about what happened the other night and I had no idea what I was going to tell him. 'yeah dad all of my friends are werewolves and I'm twisted into their little supernatural world' didn't sound to appealing.

I thought about what lie I could tell without having to rat out Scott. As my mind wandered I could hear my dads cruiser roll up and my heart rate increased.

It didn't take him long to get inside, he hung up his belt and immediately walked over to the chair across from me. "Are we going to talk about what happened the other night?" He asked and crossed his legs.

"By talking you mean 'what was that thing'?" I asked, not really wanting to talk about it.

He nodded slowly.

I inhaled a breath and looked down "I don't know what that thing was, and I don't know what it was doing in the house" I lied as best I could.

My dad thought for a second "What about the man? Who was he?"

"Dad, I...I don't know" I mumbled.

He rose his eyebrow "I know your lying son."

I sighed "It was Allison's grandfather, he wanted to talk to me about Scott. He doesn't particularly like the idea of them going out" I mumbled while pulling at a thread that was hanging from my jeans. It wasn't the full truth just some of it.

"If he wanted to talk, then why did you come back beaten senseless?"

"Dad, I'm not going to make someone's day , I've been told I can be very annoying" I mumbled while starring at the thread I was pulling at.

He sighed "What exactly did he do to you?" He asked.

"Dad, I really don't want to talk about it."

He nodded really slow "What's his name?"

"Gerard" I mumbled before I could stop myself. I hope I hadn't gave to much away.

He nodded and rose to his feet "I have to go back to the station. I'm going to find him Stiles and out him away for good."

I sighed "Dad, just please be careful, Don't go alone."

He nodded and walked back over to the door. He grabbed his belt "I'll be there all night, there's left overs in the fridge" He stated quickly before rushing out the door.

I sighed and forced my legs to stand up and I walked slowly over and up the stairs. I didn't feel like eating anyway. I pushed my door open. I gasped and almost fell over when I noticed a figure in the shadows. I clicked the light on quickly and forced my gaze to look in the corner.