Noon rolled around both quick as lightning and slow as molasses for the Beacon Hills Alpha. Derek assumed the same was true for the rest of his pack. Eyebrows pinched together in concern Derek stood exactly where he had the night before, his hand automatically going down to rub away the phantom pain in his thigh from the shot of wolfsbane Stiles had somehow managed to hit him with. Waiting for the rest of his pack to arrive as he had instructed them to just a few hours before Derek stared at the house before him feeling a sad sort of kinship with the only remaining Stilinski. Scott unsurprisingly was the first to join his Alpha at twelve noon on the dot, though much to Derek's chargin he brought along the Argent girl with him. Lydia and Jackson were the next to arrive followed closely by Erica, Isaac, and Boyd.
As soon as everyone settled looking towards their Alpha for direction Derek took a deep breath and inwardly cringed at the scent of mountain ash mixed with a variety of different types of wolfsbane. Even more unpleasant though was the overpowering scent of Stiles' rage and sorrow that seemed to seep out of the house into the air surrounding it. Pulling out his phone the Alpha dialed the young Stilinski holding his phone to his ear expectantly, listening as it rang through to voicemail. Hanging up without bothering to leave a message Derek's frown deepened. He could hear a strong steady heartbeat inside the house, but it seems the boy didn't feel like taking his Alpha's call. Well that was fine as far as Derek was concerned because the boy would be seeing him and the rest of his pack in just long enough for them to break one of the mountain ash lines keeping all the wolves out.
"Allison, Lydia go see if you can break one of those mountain ash lines." Lydia huffed but did as she was told giving Jackson's hand a squeeze before heading around towards the back of the house as Allison walked up the driveway passing by the infamous blue Jeep on her way to the front door. Scott ran after his girlfriend after a moment keys jangling in his hand. Derek rolled his eyes, of course Scott had keys to Stiles' house. He watched the young huntress walk through the front door and waited impatiently to be able to get to his grieving pack mate. When she pulled open the door all the way Derek took a step forward but stopped when she shook her head as Lydia appeared next to her. "We can't break the lines, we can just pass over them." Growling low in his throat Derek barked out in annoyance, "Go get Stiles to break them then."
Confusion crossed both girls faces sharing a glance as Lydia called out, "He's not here Derek. There's no one in the house." All the wolves attention snapped to her with furrowed brows, while Scott who was still on the front porch said, "But we can hear a heartbeat, and his car is still here. You know he'd never leave her behind." Scott was already dialing Deaton. All the wolves and even the huntress and the banshee uncomfortable with the different scenarios running through their heads, each different but just as terrifying as the next. "Deaton, we need your help. Stiles lined the house with mountain ash, and neither Lydia or Allison can break a line so we can get in." Derek let out a vicious snarl snatching the phone from his beta's grip while every other wolf released a low growl whatever the vet replied with. "No, you will come down here and break the fucking line so that I can find Stiles before he does something that gets him killed! NOW!"
With red eyes and fangs on full display Derek tossed the phone back to Scott, pacing restlessly along the front of the house frustration growing with each step. Sounding more wolf than man Derek growled out to the two girls in the house, "Bring me his computer, and find his phone it was ringing from inside!" Muttering something that he purposefully ignored Derek watched Lydia roll her eyes as she went back up the stairs towards Stiles room as Allison simply nodded looking around the downstairs finding nothing but empty weapon holsters placed strategically all around the downstairs. She was shocked to be honest, there were more weapons holsters hidden in the downstairs alone than in her entire house which was impressive to say the least.
Every exhale ended in a soft growl from the Alpha as he prowled along the length of the porch waiting impatiently for the computer and phone as well as the arrival of the emmisary en route. Lydia came traipsing back down the stairs mask of indifference perfectly in place, though every wolf could smell just how upset she really was. Arms full with Stiles' things she crossed over the line covering the front door onto the porch as she said, "He had one of those soothing noise machines running in his room, that's where you were getting the heartbeat."
Allison followed Lydia out onto the porch where everybody had gathered immediately going to Scott's side sad to see the heartbroken look on his face and as much as she didn't want to make him feel any worse, they all needed to know just how far out of the loop even Stiles' best friend was. "Scott sweetheart, do you know how many weapons Stiles had in the house?" Derek's attention which had been focused on trying to unlock either the phone or computer they had instantly moved to Scott waiting for the answer with a confused crease to his brow that much matched Scott's. "Alli, why are you asking that? I mean of course there are guns here but they are the Sheriff's, except for one of the shotguns. Stiles got that for his fourteenth birthday."
Rubbing a hand down his arm soothingly Allison just softly repeated the question telling Scott it was important. "Um. There's two handguns one of them a service piece, two shotguns one of which is Stiles in the safe in the downstairs closet, and his baseball bat. But that's it, why?" Most of the pack looked interested in her answer so with a sigh she felt terrible that every single one of them had been too busy to see the changes happening in Stiles signs of which are all the more clear now that she's looking back on the last few months. Paranoia involving any of the pack or their families getting hurt because they weren't prepared, insistence on using the buddy system even when there were no apparent threats. "I found hidden weapons holsters of various kinds all along the downstairs. Knives, guns, cartridges of extra ammo, even weird ones like for an axe. There are more empty holsters for hidden weapons in his downstairs than there are in my entire house."
Scott along with everyone else was shocked by this. Stiles used his words, or in dangerous occasions his trusty bat. The closing of a car door startled everyone out of the shock Allison's last statement caused, and it also announced the much anticipated of Dr. Deaton. Derek let out a displeased rumble at the way the emissary was moving at a relaxed and easy pace face perfectly neutral which was mimicked by the wolves in his pack showing their agreement in the displeasure of their Alpha. "Break the fucking line. Now! We have to find him."
Deaton held the Alpha's gaze unflinchingly, breaking the line barring the wolves from entering through the Stilinski's front door as he said, "You know where he is heading already Alpha Hale. And you know that boy is too smart to leave something behind to be used unless he did it on purpose." Ignoring the emissary Derek passed the phone and computer back to Lydia before entering Stiles' home quickly scenting the air looking closely at everything trying to find something to tell him Stiles hadn't truly gone after the wolf who killed his father.
All he could smell was Stiles' rage and sadness mixed with a variety of strains off wolfsbane which tickled his nose and covered any other scents that might have been there as a hint. "All his clothes are still here, nothing is out of place really." Scott called down from up in Stiles' bedroom. Derek couldn't believe Stiles would actually do this to his pack, to disobey the Alpha is tantamount to treason. It insulted Derek, undermined his authority and set a precedent for the others to possibly follow. No, they had to get Stiles back and fast before he ruined the Beacon Hills Pack's reputation probably dying in the process.
Derek understood loss. He lost almost all of his family to fire, but he didn't go on some half baked crusade for revenge. His next thought hit him like a punch to the gut and he hoped to whatever god would listen that what he thought wasn't true, that he was just awol as he usually is. Though he usually would've shown his face at least once by now with all the chaos. With a slight tremor of fear in his voice that he pretended wasn't there Derek called out in question to everyone, "Has anyone seen Peter?"