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I know it's been awhile but TBH I struggled with the flow of this chapter and it frustrated me so much I pushed it away and worked on 'I AM A HALE' instead. I was missing Derek so we get more Derek in this chappie and attempts at Sterek bromance chemistry [hehe]. I do hope you guys enjoy this. :D

Oh and I have another story up called 'I AM A HALE' just go on my page if your curious. The updates for that one is spastic because it's what I work on when I need a break or am stuck on Keepers Keep. So go check it out :) It's a Oc SI and focuses on Talia Hale (Derek's Mom)

THANK YOU AND HAPPY READING :D

Derek was on edge.

Something wasn't right, he could feel it, sense it. It was driving his wolf insane.

Last night had started off as any other night. He was out on doing patrol of the pack territory before deciding to call it a night, having sensed nothing amiss. He came back to loft, showered than spent the rest of his evening reading and staring at his phone in hesitation.

It had been 6 days now since he had met Araiya and she had given him her number only….. he still hadn't called. The whole situation pissed him off and had been haunting him. He wanted to talk to her, get to know her, make a friend. Only in the last minute he would hesitate than chicken out. Even his wolf was starting to mock him, joining in with the stupid voice in his head that suspiciously sounded a lot like Peter. Derek was a grown ass man for heavens' sake. He knew he wasn't too bad in the looks department (certain actually). He had no trouble getting women. So why the fuck was he finding it so hard to simply send a text to a funny girl he met!? All he wanted was to be friends! He needed to talk to someone that wasn't a teenager strung up on high school drama and hormones. He needed to socialise with people his own age. Araiya was the perfect candidate! She was new to the town (he'd never seen her around) which meant she wouldn't know anything too important and he could always pass anything that she heard off as town gossip.

She wouldn't know anything about werewolves, Kate, kanima's and so on and he could have a normal conversation. Something similar to the one they had at the grocery store. All he had to do was send a simple text saying hi or something… WHY WAS IT SO HARD!

Derek! Have you talked to Liam?

-Scott

DEREK! Are mermaids a thing? Like do you think mermaids may be a problem?

-Stiles

Did he come to training?

-Scott

Oh DUDE did you know that some research states that mermaids have fangs and like to drink the blood of sailors at sea and use their skin as clothing to disguise themselves on shore! WTF!?

-Stiles

Do you think a mermaid coven will come to Beacon Hills?

-Stiles

Liam still won't talk to me :s

-Scott

What do you call a pack of mermaids anyway?

-Stiles

Pack of mermaids? Coven of mermaids?

-Stiles

School of mermaids? You know because their some type of fish and fish groups are called schools!

-Stiles

Hey dude Scott wants to know if you're getting his texts. He's freaking out about the whole Liam thing. I told him to chill and that you're probably just ignoring your phone to brood or stalk people in dark places because you're a creeper that way and you like to scare people with your broodiness. :D

-Stiles

Not coming to training, something came up

-Liam

Scott thinks you're dead or maybe kidnapped again. You aren't right?

-Stiles

Scott is worried about Liam. Do you think you could talk to him? Please? Thanks!

-Kira

If you're dying I won't save you this time! It's what you get for not replying jerk face!

-Stiles

Scott said that I was mean.

-Stiles

Oh that was why. Derek was avoiding his phone because it was being flooded with texts and calls from the pack. He wanted to go back in time and punch himself in the face for giving the pack his number. He should have known they would ignore the serious warning of a growl he gave them, he also recalled stating his number was only to be used for IMPORTANT LIFE THREATENING incidents.

*buzz buzz*

Groaning into his hands he grudgingly reached out for his phone and checked his latest messages for the day. Just because he wasn't replying, didn't mean he wasn't checking them just in case. Once again he ignored the stupid voice that tauntingly teased him of having daddy tendencies. He was not Daddy of the pack. He wasn't!

I need to talk to Peter.

-Malia

Once the text registered in his brain Derek immediately stood up and pocketed his phone. So she finally caved. He had known that her search for her mother will not go far, not unless they talked to Peter. Of course he thought she would have caved a lot earlier but meh. It was just as he was going to reply to her and tell her to meet him at Deaton's that his phone started to buzz once again, only this time from a phone call.

'My my aren't you Mr popular'

He closed his eyes tightly and willed his mind to clear. Banishing the voice once more.

"This is Derek" he gruffly answered.

"Derek, Its Sheriff Stilinski"

Derek opened his eyes and acknowledged the dread that creeped down his spine. If the sheriff was calling him, then something had happened. He felt worry because he hoped this had nothing to do with the bad feeling that wouldn't leave him be last night.

"Is everything okay?"

From the tell-tale sounds of the sheriff sighing from on the other side of the line, Derek knew that it wasn't.

"We have a case that show signs of involving the supernatural. I hoped we wouldn't need to call in the pack but…."

Derek knew what that meant. Of course, normal just didn't work for Beacon Hills.

"You want me to check it out at least before the rest of the pack get too involved."

"Do you mind?"

"No. Do you want me to come by the station?"

"Come by the house."

Derek was actually a bit surprised with the sheriffs' response. Meeting the house would me that-

"I know my kid Derek. I can only distract him for so long before he'll start driving himself and everyone else insane."

He didn't respond which in itself spoke volumes.

"I'll see you when I get to my house. If we're lucky Scott and Stile's would still be at training or something" The Sheriff grumped before hanging up.

At the sound of the dial tone, Derek sighed through his nose and ended the call. Scrolling through his contacts once more he halted at the simple contact labelled as A. This was his final chance. If he really wanted to form a friendship this was the last opportunity he was giving himself to contact her. Steeling himself he clinked on the contact and began to start typing out his text. Having done that he hovered on the 'send' button.

'Can you protect her…. You could be friends, but can you keep her safe. REMEMBER what happened to Paige'

"Shut up, it'll be different."

'tsk tsk…. Isn't that what you said with Kate..'

Blonde hair, seductive smile. Tantalizing kisses that left him wanting more the lingering explosion from the juice of the forbidden fruit…

'What about Jennifer….'

Those wide eyes filled with fear but fascination, adoration. Fingers trailing lightly across his skin, the warmth of another body…..

'And let's not forget Braeden..'

Dark hair, fierce kisses and rough collisions of their bodies. The sweet taste of danger and want….

'Where are they now Derek…. Where are they now..'

They were gone.

His mind was made. Once more pushing buttons on his phone he then slipped it back into his pockets and grabbed his jacket on the way out. He had made his decision, chosen his focus. At the back of his mind his wolf growled and snarled at him before huffing and falling silent. His wolf was angry with him…. But what else was new. Derek and his wolf have not seen eye to eye for years now.

TO: Malia

Meet at the Stilinski's we'll talk there

-Derek

Climbing into what Stiles like to call his 'soccer mom car' Derek began his drive the Stilinski's. For once the voice and his wolf was silent and Derek wasn't exactly sure what that meant for him.

*CRASH*

"ARGH! DAMMIT!"

Jeff just inhaled the sweet aroma of his zesty tea and relaxed more into his seat. On his lap lay open one of the many books that had been piled up beside Augusta's bedside, this one in particular was a book that spoke of legends and myths. It was quite intriguing as well as fascinating, even if it gave him no clue's Jeff was not going to chuck it away in favour of another. The week was slowly coming to an end and Jeff intended to finish it feeling relaxed and stress free. Things at Eichen house had proceeded accordingly and although the alarming decrease in staff member made work and care of patients hard, it was not impossible. It was going so well Jeff had been able to make it back to the mansion earlier than usual and kick up his feet and enjoy a good cup of tea. Taking another sip from his warm tea cup, Jeff let out an 'hmm' in appreciation.

So relaxed was Jeff that he didn't even bother letting his eyes be dragged away from his book when the annoyed werewolf came strutting his way into the lounge. Things in the mansion have most definitely been as interesting as Eichen house that much was true. At Eichen house Jeff was surrounded with shouts and screams, threats and promises of maim and loss of bodily parts. When he returns to the mansion once again he's greeted with the same thing. It is most amazing how two people can channel the same noise level one would hear at a sold out arena.

"Foiled again Mr Hale?" Jeff amusedly questioned as he gracefully turned a page.

All he had received in response was a disgruntled glare and a scoff.

"Not Foiled Jeff, just delayed"

"If I may inform you Mr Hale, Araiya will not have denied you access to her room, had she not had reason to"

"She didn't DENY me the right to go into her room" Peter waved carelessly, ignoring Jeff's statement completely.

"I do believe she said 'Peter you stay the hell away from my room' only more colourfully." Jeff chuckled.

Peter glared at the grey haired man that was calmly seated. He had been fully healed a day ago now. Though still not as strong as he used to be, he wasn't suffering from any malnutrition. In fact if asked to describe his stay within the Black mansion Peter would liken it was something similar to rehab. Only with less 'how do you feel about that' questions and more 'you not crazy anymore'. He didn't feel caged and imprisoned, no he had freedom to roam the entirety of the mansion and access to anything he came upon, at least everything that wasn't locked away in Araiya's room. It was the main reason he spent her absences trying to break into her room. Only he couldn't because the stupid girl had booby trapped it with spells and the likes. Peter's curiosity was always something he could never tame, not if it was forbidden to him. After all knowledge was power and Peter loved power, loved to be strong.

"What Raiya doesn't know won't hurt her"

"Mmh.. I think it'll be obvious that someone has tried at least, seeing as some of the spells are made to alert her once activated" Jeff informed him.

Peter glared and looked away trying to seem nonchalant in his actions.

"Yes well she knows that I don't like secrets" Peter sneered

"Oh is that so, and what about privacy?" Jeff asked finally looking interested in something other than the book in his lap. Although Peter wasn't so sure he liked having the old man's attention on him, not with that intensity. The look on the old man's face was one Peter was familiar with. It was the same look he wore when he was eager to play with whoever his victims mind was. It was rather intimidating and it unnerved Peter because it stuck him as familiarity. Why did that look make him feel like he was a rebellious child once more? Still Peter didn't show his hesitance, he wouldn't and he had no worry of Jeff picking up on it because Jeff was just a human. Giving the old man a patronising, mockingly innocent look Peter smiled charmingly.

"There is no need for privacy when your friends" Peter smirked.

Jeff leant back in his seat and smiled at the confidence Peter exuded from his stance and smile. Jeff wanted to chuckle at how much Peter looked like his younger self in that moment. It would seem that despite being healed physically, the poor boy was still a little hazy in several of his memories. Mr Hale didn't seem to remember that Jeff loved to play games just as much as little Raiya and Peter had.

It would seem retirement would be far more interesting than Jeff had originally assumed….

"Well then Mr Hale…. Shall we play a game, after all isn't that what friends do?"

Stiles was on edge.

It all started yesterday after Lacrosse practice. Everything was just as it usually was. He was being the snarky, witty awesome guy that he was, Coach was yelling like he usually did, Scott was trying to get back into the coaches good books (due to his detention) and Kira was doing her best to impress Scott and Coach. Practice finished and he got an apology kiss and good job kiss from his hot girlfriend and then practically had to pull (drag) Scott out of his gooey love struck trance and go over the pack's current status. After that he was all set to call it a day, head home and get to work on figuring out what dinner would be for him and his dad because Malia said she had something she needed to do. That plan went to shit when he overheard one of the nearby lacrosse team member's talking about how a dead body had been found earlier that morning. Of course the words 'dead' and 'body' had Stile's tuning in just as a moth would to a flame.

"I'm sorry did you say they found a DEAD BODY!?"

"Yeah my mom's friend found it and called it in to the cops. She was out jogging!" The guy had said. The guy had been positively preening at all the attention he was getting, much like a peacock would.

"How'd she find it!? Where did she find it?"

"It was hard to miss, she said something about the girl being strung up between trees and all bloody"

Stile's had been all set to ask more only in that moment he had been caught off guard by someone hooking their arm around his neck and dragging him down into a noogie. A FREAKING NOOGIE!

"Don't struggle cutie you know it'll only make it worse!"

Wah-CUTIE! He knew that voice, he was becoming rather familiar with it (unfortunately). His shock must have made her think he was giving in because without further ado he was released from her hold.

"Ngaaw look at you all wide eyed and shocked. No wonder your mountain lion of a girlfriend snagged you, you have the ultimate Bambi face!"

It was that woman who joined them for dinner. Araiya. What the hell was she doing at his school? She wore washed out oversized denim overalls and a grey sweatshirt inside. The baseball cap on her head looked old and her hair was tucked into her cap roughly. Due to her height she could easily blend in with the students.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" He instantly demanded.

Araiya just grinned at him cheekily whilst looking about at everyone on the field.

"Well I realised that flooding you Stilinski's with so much food then abruptly stopping, was very horribly rude of me. So when the chief called and asked if I could do him a favour well I just had to accept"

Stiles did not like this. He did not like this at ALL!

"I meant what you are doing HERE! As in my SCHOOL HERE HERE!?" He stressed only to have his mouth covered and to be shushed. SHUSHED LIKE HE WAS A CHILD!

"Shhh! I was getting to that. Patience is a virtue Bambi boy do remember that. I thought to myself, why not get to know the little mini chief better! Heck I'd be killing two birds with one stone that way. I'd get to walk around the old school playground and look back on fond memories AND visit my favourite little chief!" Roughly forcing the hand on his mouth away Stiles glared at Araiya.

"Did my Dad ask you to distract me!" he accused

"Yup" She popped out not even denying it.

"SO you know about the dead body they found in the woods trapped by two trees then!" He spat out quickly thinking that maybe it wouldn't be all bad.

"Is that why it was so noisy this morning" Araiya hummed. For a second there Stiles could have sworn that Araiya had winced but it was gone quicker than he could blink.

"Did my dad say anything about it? Did you hear anything strange about the case?" he rambled off quickly.

"Uh no?"

"Do you know ANYTHING!?"

"I know a lot of things, my name, the alphabet, my multiplications my-"

"No ANYTHING related to the dead body!"

"Oh then no"

"Erraaaaghhh" He groaned.

Araiya just laughed and patted him on the back.

"Oh come on now Bambi! Trust me with me around the last thing you'd have on your mind is all this Dead body nonsense this town's going crazy over. No sir not with me around"

Unnervingly Araiya seemed to be smiling so brightly Stiles could swear he saw freaking sparkles around her.

"Trust me!"

From that moment onwards Araiya had not left. Him. Alone.

She followed him home from practice, prattling on and on about fruits and the pros and cons of wearing sunscreen when you're at the beach. When they finally go to his house, she followed him inside and continued to prattle even over his inputs. Some of his inputs actually related to the subject of her talk and some of them indignation at her not acknowledging that he wanted to speak. At one point the BOTH of them had been having TWO SEPARATE conversations with each other. Their babbling had halted at dinner (which Araiya had kindly invited herself too-might he add). Stiles had made soup and he was quite proud of it, of course he would also smugly like to point out that Araiya actually found his cooking quite delectable as well. She said as much. After dinner however, their brief halt of conversation was shattered when his dad had called in. Stiles had barely been able to start questioning his dad about the case when his phone had been snatched from him and held captured by Araiya. She stayed with him until late into the night and had even forcefully banished him into his room saying

'As a growing Teenager you require lots of sleep so bed time is now!'

She even waited till he had been in bed, she had unplugged his computer as well as put his phone on charge. Then she just waited, refusing to even budge until he was drowsy. He had kicked up a fuss sworn up and down to the heavens that he didn't need her to do as such but she hadn't listened. She continued to do as such.

Stiles blames all the lack of sleep he had been putting himself through. He also blames his bad luck because timing had never been a strong point of his. He practically argued himself to sleep.

It was why when he woke up this morning he had been so irritated, both with himself and stupid Araiya. Her for basically treating him like a spoiled 8 year old brat and essentially babysitting him, and himself for exhausting his brain so much he was practically late for school.

It was a brilliant way for him to start his Friday (note the sarcasm).

Reluctantly though he had to admit that he felt fresher now that he had rested. Apparently it was evident from the way Scott happily patted him on the back. He didn't see Malia and it worried at him until she had texted him letting him now that she just had something to do that dealt with her dad.

All in he had felt relaxed….until lunch time had rolled around.

Suddenly his day took a turn for the worst. Everything just went wrong. Scott and Kira were too busy worrying about Liam and comforting each other to even HEAR him try to talk about the dead body. They waved it off like it was idle gossip opting to focus about Liam. Stiles was pretty sure a dead body was even worse than Liam's teenage angst but hey what did he know, after all it's not like anybody ever listens to him anyway. Oh wait they totally should that way their lives would be safer. Coach Finstock yelled at him, for what- He didn't even know. Lydia was nowhere to be seen, seemingly M.I.A just as Liam was. Mason (Liam's best friend) was a big NO HELP. He'd been giving a butt load of homework and somehow… SOMEHOW he just knew his dad was cheating on his diet.

But that wasn't what got heart pounding, his fingers twitching and his head swishing. No, it was that ominous feeling like the one he had gotten on the night they stopped the witch. Stiles was wary because his spidey senses were tingling and he knew it had something to do with the bodies.

He hadn't been able to gather any more information at school and he had missed his dad this morning so he didn't know if the rumours about there being a second body was just that… a rumour. It was why he was rushing like he had a Minotaur on his ass, to get home.

"DAD!" He yelled out whilst slamming the front door shut.

Being greeted with nothing but silence let him know that his dad hadn't gotten home yet. Grumbling a bit he climbed the stairs to dump his bag and wait.

"Where's Malia?"

"HOLY SHIT! FUCK DEREK!" He exclaimed as he fell backwards onto his ass. SERIOUSLY!

"Have you never heard of a front door Derek!? Breaking into my room doesn't exactly help you with your criminal reputation and-Did you- MY WINDOW WAS LOCKED! DID YOU BREAK THE LOCK! Oh my god I can't even-Ngnnaaaah-Don't look at me like that asshole!"

Stiles was done with this shit like TODAY!

No Derek was not smirking…. Much.

He couldn't help it okay it was just too easy to scare the kid. Stiles was the easiest one to target in the pack and his flailing of limbs and rants never ceased to amuse him. So what if he sometimes purposely went out of his way to scare the kid… it was all in good fun… for him that is. Keeping his face blank Derek glared at Stiles with apparent annoyance. Stiles just rolled his eyes right back at him and proceeded to plop himself down heavily into his computer seat. For a second Stiles just seemed to be tired, exhausted and resolved…. But it was only for a second before he was suddenly giving him all his attention. His eyes were narrowed and his lips pursed in that determined little way he got when he was just about to demand things. Derek could practically read the thoughts that were bouncing around in the kids head just from facial expressions alone.

"What are you doing here?"

Well wasn't that a first. He was actually waiting for him to give an answer. Derek didn't know why but he felt a little pride at that. Stiles and he most definitely started off on the wrong foot and this …. Friendship? Relationship? Companionship? …. Whatever it is was not one that came easy. Yet before Derek could open his mouth to even try and respond….

"It's about the dead bodies they found in the woods! Right? Of course. Is it supernaturally caused or what? Did you pick up a weird scent? I read that if you smell sulphur it may be leftover traces from a demon! A DEMON DEREK! And NO I wasn't using supernatural as a basis for my research I found it in a book. I do like reading you know and- THAT's not the point! Besides we-"

Of course… why did Derek even bother to hope!

"Stiles."

"Yeah"

"Shut up"

"Rude" Stiles muttered before glaring at him once more.

"Where's Malia?" He snapped out.

It wasn't that Derek was annoyed or anything, it's just that he knew if he sounded grumpy enough people would be quicker to answer him. Stiles just rolled his eyes once more as if to say 'oh my god you're such a poser' before giving a deadpanned look.

"Again WHY!?"

"We need to talk"

Stiles just glared at him with annoyance and he made sure to intensify his glare. That was another thing Derek couldn't help but admire and respect about Stiles. He was so stubborn, of course it was just annoying when Stiles was stubborn against him… which coincidently happen to be all the time.

"Does this have anything to do with her dad?"

"Something like that.." Stiles and he settled into a tense silence. Words were not needed between the two of them. When it came to Stiles, Derek never had to worry about what to say because Stiles could read him, sometimes better than Derek would like. His wolf liked Stiles and found the human boy amusing and fun, it loved how Stiles would mock Derek which was why Derek had found Stiles so irritating in the beginning. He had been jealous that his wolf seemed to like Stiles more than Derek himself, which only served to make him and his wolf more at odds.

Stiles was letting him know that he wasn't stupid, that he knew that Malia and Derek were probably going to do something stupid. Derek was trying to get Stiles to back down and just leave it be. Beneath it all though the both of them could both see what they truly meant.

'Stay out of it Stiles'

'No.

Derek was just about to get forceful when he heard the tell-tale sounds of someone climbing towards the window. Huffing he turned to greet his new cousin opting to ignore the human… at least for now. As the window opened and Malia climbed her way into Stiles bedroom Derek took the time to sense out Stiles room. Just to make sure there was nothing strange or anything to worry about. Inhaling through his nostrils as subtly as he could as to not disturb the now conversing couple, Derek could smell Stile's natural scent as well as Malia's. He ignored the fact that Malia's scent seemed to mix in with Stiles as well as permanently waft around his room, because that would me she spent quite a lot of time there and that was just- NO. There was something off though. Derek wasn't sure what it was but something in the Stilinski house had been bothering his wolf. It didn't feel bad though, nothing endangering but something was different about the Stilinski home. His wolf could sense a slight nudging sensation, maybe an itch that was trying to tell them something but for the life of him, he couldn't tell what.

"Derek said to meet at your place" Malia's voice rang out breaking Derek out of his thoughts.

Stiles face scrunched up in what looked to be a mix of various emotions. Confusion, curiosity, annoyance, resignation. How he managed to show so many different emotions in one facial Derek would never know. Stiles stepped back a bit and glared at both Malia and Derek with a strained face.

"Will anyone like to tell me WHY! Don't you have your own house to set up secret family meetings and I don't know maybe your OWN rooms!?"

Malia just shrugged "Derek just texted me to meet him here"

Derek's wolf laughed at the whiskey eyes that glared at him. Stiles was not amused and his disgruntlement only made Derek want to laugh. The kid looked so puppy like- it reminded him of what his younger cousins were like before the fi- Derek quickly pushed the thought away.

"Your dad wanted to talk to me. I figured we could save time if we all just met up in one place"

"This must mean the bodies are related to something supernatural then." Stiles exclaimed.

"What bodies?" Malia questioned

"Yesterday a morning jogger discovered a body strung up and bloody in the woods and called it in. Then today rumours started to spread about there being another dead body popping up. I've been meaning to try and get more information on it but unfortunately I've been busy" Stiles then proceeded to mutter to himself but Derek couldn't be bothered listening. His wolf was beginning to squirm, like it was restless and it was distracting him.

"She came back! Did she bring anymore?" Malia exclaimed getting all up in Stiles face. Which in turn just made the poor human teen flustered.

"What?" Derek questioned. What did he miss? Who were they talking about? The two teenagers ignored him too caught up in their bickering. Malia questioning Stiles, Stiles complaining their voices were grating on his senses. The itch or tingling feeling getting more intense the louder the two bickered. Derek clenched his teeth in order to control his shift because the need was there, his wolf wanted to track down the itch to follow it's instincts but Derek was fighting it. The wolf wanted to soothe its curiosity, to answer the call but Derek was refusing it. Once more he and his wolf were clashing.

"SHUT UP!" He snarled as he snagged the two teens by their collars and pulled them in closer. He knew his eyes were glowing a bright blue, could see their glow reflecting back at him in Stile's whiskey eyes. Claws sunk into his left arm and an answering snarl snapped back at him. Swivelling his head and baring his fangs his wolf snarled at the werecoyote. Half shifted, with icy blue eyes glaring back, Malia attempted to rid his grip on her shirt as well as Stiles. She was fighting him and that just wouldn't do, not when his wolf was already being challenged. Growling at her lowly and pulling rank Derek forced Malia into submission. When her eyes receded back to their human colour and she went back to looking human, she reluctantly twisted her neck a little bit to the right. She was submitting and that was enough for his wolf.

"What the hell is up with you Derek" Stiles snapped at him challengingly. His whiskey eyes ablaze with anger. Stiles was angry with the way Derek had forced Malia to submit but Derek just couldn't find it in him to care. Since the whole Mexico incident he and his wolf have been way more out of sync than ever before and he didn't know why.

Scott was the Alpha but his wolf didn't feel the need to submit like it did with Laura. Derek was part of the pack but his wolf treated them like substitutes rather than family. When Kate had messed with him and he lost most of his senses, he had lied when Scott asked if he was fine now. Derek still had trouble with his senses, there were times where he couldn't hear as far or as strong as he used to. The pull of the full moons were harder to ignore. Derek wasn't fine and he didn't know what to do about it.

"Shut up or else I'm gonna rip your throat out… with my teeth" He threatened tightening his grip on Stiles shirt for emphasis. The tension in the room lasted for all but 5 seconds before they were all shocked out of it by the slamming of Stiles bedroom door.

*BANG*

"Hey Bambi how do you feel about-OH!"

That voice. Derek's grip on Stiles and Malia didn't loosen but his glare melted into bewildered confusion. His wolf whimpered and he was tempted to turn around to confirm his suspicion. Only his eyes were still blue. Closing them and taking a breath Derek lost himself to the scent of Stiles and Malia and the sounds of Stiles Familiar rabbit heartbeat and Malia's steady one. Only faintly he could make out the sound of a third heartbeat, quieter than the teens and softer. It was soothing to listen to, and it calmed his wolf.

"DOES NOBODY KNOW WHAT PRIVACY IS ANYMORE! SERIOUSLY!" Stiles complained.

"Oh. I'm so sorry cutie pie didn't mean to interrupt. I would be glad to let you all get back to ahem- whatever the three of you are doing, don't mind me" the voice was soft and bland so familiar but Beacon Hills couldn't be THAT small a town. There was just no way.

"Do you have food!?"

"GAH! You're thinking something weird aren't you!"

Stiles and Malia asked at the same time. Malia sounding more demanding and Stiles more flustered and embarrassed. Feeling more in control Derek released the teens and walked closer to the computer desk with his back still to the other person.

"Depends does the chief know about your kinks? Cause I'm all for experimenting but-"

The voice had completely stopped talking now as Derek had finally turned around.

Standing at the doorway was a women. She wore baggy ripped faded blue denim jeans, worn converses and a baggy grey graphic tee with a black bomber jacket on top. Her hair was tied in a messy bun at the nape of her neck with strands of hair falling loose to frame her face. On her head sat a fedora hat with a yellow strip. The same wide honey brown eyes and pity lips.

"Araiya?" Stiles asked.

Well shit…. Beacon hills really is a small town.

Uh-Oh Derek and Araiya meet again. I wonder how Derek is going to justify not calling Araiya back? Hm... hahaha.

Alrighty guys so after this the next couple of chapters are going to be more informative and will have hidden clues and hints. Mysteries will begin to get solved and we'll get closer to the BIG HALE FAMILY reunion! haha. It was a bit of a struggle writing Malia and Stile's povs which frustrated me because I was watching and doing heaps of research to try and get it to flow but I'm not sure if I succeeded.

Updates for Keeper's Keep will be spaced out because I do have a stack of work to do and the chapters are relatively longer cause I've set the story plot up in arcs. This the last chapter for the Intro Arc before I'll dive into the 1st pack confrontation.

Challenge/Questions:

1)Who can list all the current Mystery/ Problems listed or mentioned so far? :D

2)Can you guess the relationship between the Stilinski's and Araiya?

3)What do you wish to happen or What are your current theories?

Thank you to everyone who has faved and followed x

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