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I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF (though I would really love to :D)

Chapter 3

Anna was fully aware of Derek following her car. His scent was close by.

She wasn't sure what to do. Breathing in? She would just smell her old friend outside, chasing her car. Her hand once again reached to the pendant. The wolfsbane was still in it, burning her throat with every breath she took. Her fingers were gliding over the back of the golden jewelry where the triskalion was engraved. It always calmed her down when she touched the symbol.

She tried to breathe as less as possible and kept driving.

It was late, the sun had set. Her grandpa was sitting on the passenger seat next to her. He was excited like a little kid. He was fidgeting, staring out of the window. He wasn't talking and Anna was glad he was too nervous to do so. Her thoughts were racing and it was hard for her to concentrate.

What the hell had just happened?

Derek Hale?

She had been looking for the wolf and his older sister for years!

And now he just showed up at her old house?

Anna could feel her body tighten again. Her muscles tensed and her senses were in full swing. "Calm down, Anna…" she repeatedly told herself. "Think about something else!" She bit her lips in anxiety until she tasted blood.

He was close, too close. She stepped on the gas pedal.

Derek was following the car. He was running through gardens, jumping over fences. He didn't care if anyone saw him. He just wanted to talk to her. See her, smell her, feel her heart beating and pumping blood through her body. He had thought she was dead and now she was sitting in her car, fleeing from him.

When Anna entered the main road Derek was finally able to run through the forest.

The nursing home was further outside of Beacon Hills. Anna parked her car and helped her grandfather get out. She could feel Derek. He was there waiting for her. She sighed.

When she went to the trunk to get the box out, she was exhausted. Her body wasn't used to this anymore. She barely used her senses in everyday life. She weakened it by inhaling wolfsbane all the time. Her muscles were aching.

"Please, Derek. Leave. I can't do this right now. Not now. Not today. Please." She whispered, begging him to go home. "Please…" She repeated, having tears in her eyes.

She could hear him sigh. She could feel his anger and lack of understanding. She could imagine his face. A serious look, his jaw tensed and ready to growl. But he didn't. He remained silent.

She grabbed one of the boxes inside the trunk and went inside the nursing home. When she entered the lobby she couldn't smell his scent any longer. She just smelled old people, old sick people. This day was killing her.

She led Frank to his new "apartment" – a big room with two big windows. It was actually really nice. His bathroom was right next to this room. She placed the box of photos and memories on the round table which was standing in the middle of the room in front of an old brown leather couch. Her grandfather wasn't thrilled at all.

"This is it?" he asked, obviously disappointed. "Just one room?"

"Well grandp… Frank. This is your new home. It is easier for you now, you know? There will always be help now, you won't be alone anymore." Anna tried to explain.

"But, what about the house?" he asked, confused and sad. Anna gulped.

"Well, I think it will be sold, Frank." She slowly started but the look on his face made it so hard for her to go on. "I…You... Frank, this is your new home. Do you understand that?" She asked carefully.

He did.

Tears were running over his cheek.

She could feel something inside of her break.

It had been hard to leave him in the nursing home. She had to tell him, he was never going back to the house he had spent his last 40 years in. He wouldn't stop crying and a nurse had to come to her help. She had been trying to calm the old man down and Anna had left the room. She felt terrible and swore herself to come back and look after him more often. She had to. He still was the only family she had left.

Well. Except from Derek.

When Anna left the nursing home, she was wiping away the last tears of frustration and sadness when she realized it. Derek was gone.

She went straight to her car and unlocked it just to find a phone on her driver's seat. She grabbed it and sat down behind the wheel. When she touched the screen a message appeared.

This is my phone.
Call Stiles' number to reach
me when you are ready.
D.

She put the phone into the pocket of her leather jacket and started the car.

"Thanks for picking me up and dropping me of, Dad. I owe you one!" Stiles opened the door of the Sheriff's car.

His dad sighed."So you're staying here now? Not coming home anymore?" Stiles father asked. The Sheriff looked really sad.

"No, dad. Nooo… I'm coming back home soon. Just … you know. Pack stuff. And it's not like you are at home that often, right?" Stiles felt guilty. He loved his dad and it made him sad to hear that he missed him.

"Yeah, right. Can't blame you. But I'm off the day after tomorrow. So, if you like to watch a game and have some pizza… you know where to find me, son." He smiled at him vaguely.

"Great dad! I will be there – I promise. Again, thanks for picking me up in the middle of nowhere." Stiles hugged his dad and left the car.

"No problem, kid. But tell Derek I will arrest him next time I have to track your phone." And that wasn't a joke.

"Sure thing, Dad! Bye!" Stiles waved at him and entered the warehouse.

The betas were agitated. When Stiles opened the big door and entered the loft, Scott, Jackson, Isaac and even Peter were sitting on the couches. Isaac jumped up when he saw Stiles, came over and hugged him tightly.

"You're okay." He whispered. He started nuzzling Stiles' shoulder. "Of course I am, puppy." He patted Isaac's back. Isaac could be such a cuddler.

"Where's Derek?" Scott was concerned. "Where have you been and why did you dad drop you off?"

"Don't ask me! This ass left me after he met a stranger who didn't want to talk to him. And when she drove away, he followed her without saying a word. My dad picked me up and drove me here. I didn't even know where I was." Stiles was still angry. He crashed down on the couch between Scott and Isaac. Jackson and Peter were sitting on the other couch. "What?" They all yelled in unison.

"Yup." He folded his arms in front of his chest and nodded. "Big, old, grumpy wolf was gone from one second to the next."

"Wait. Who was the she?" Peter asked.

"Well, if I would know her, she wouldn't be a stranger, right? Do you even listen to me, Peter? " Stiles snapped back.

Peter rolled his eyes. Well, Stiles had a point.

"He called her Anna. That's all I know." Stiles added.

Peter jumped off the sofa.

"Did you just say Anna?" he asked.

"No, I said Lucy. Seriously, dude?" Stiles was annoyed and cold. He really needed a hot shower.

Peter began walking around in the living room. "This can't be. But… no. She left and her grandfather had said… but if…" He ranted quietly.

"What's wrong Peter?" Scott asked.

"Nothing. Nothing. I… doesn't matter. He will be able to explain the situation when he comes home. We should wait." Peter had thought Anna was dead. Derek had thought so as well. When Peter had been … better…. again after the fire, he had visited Anna's grandparents. Frank had told him his wife had died a year ago and that Anna had been really sick which had led to her passing as well.

Peter had not been happy about it. Anna was the last surviving member of the Hayward pack which made her an alpha. He could have killed her to gain the alpha status. But instead he had killed his niece. Well. He would have rather killed the orphan than his niece.

"I don't care what he has to say. I just want to take a hot shower, eat something and get some sleep." Isaac lifted his head and looked at his friend. "He sure had a reason, Stiles." He mumbled.

"Yeah. Whatever."Stiles picked himself up and went to the bathroom next to his room, still pissed.

"Can't believe he just left him there. I mean, guys. This is Stiles he left there. He would have left everyone of us but not Stiles." Scott began. Isaac looked at him surprised. "Oh, come on Isaac! You know he is his favorite. If he is able to like someone genuinely, than it's Stiles." Scott said. Isaac looked saddened but he nodded. "Yeah, got that, too." Jackson snorted.

"So, what ever made him leave, it sure was important. Like really important." Isaac whispered reverently.

"Not WHAT. Her name is Anna." Peter hissed.

"But who is Anna?" Jackson was pissed. He didn't care so much about Stiles but he cared about Derek and Peter knew who that Anna girl was and as it seemed he wasn't going to tell them.

"Ask him yourself." Peter snapped back. He wasn't the Alpha. He didn't even want to be there with the pack. Derek had made him stay and now he had to deal with three ruffled puppies. Great.

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