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Chapter 4

"He's here." Scott realized.

Derek had been running through the woods for hours to get his head free. He had eventually decided to run home. The only thing he could do right now, was to wait. He was clearly confused by Anna's appearance but he was sure she would give him a call. Until then he had to make it up to Stiles. He felt bad for leaving him in the middle of a street but he hadn't been able to let her leave like that.

When he opened the door to the loft he found his betas sitting on the couch likes sardines in a can. They were staring at him. Just Peter was missing but he smelled him in the house.

"Where is he…?" Derek asked a bit embarrassed.

"His room." Scott answered, clearly angry.

"How is he?" Derek mumbled.

"Not good, Derek. He is really upset!" Isaac reported.

Derek sighed.

He turned to the door on the left side of the living room which led to Stiles' and Scott's rooms and their bathroom. Even though they weren't really living there permanently, they had small rooms with a bed and a closet.

Scott growled. Derek froze.

"What?" The Alpha asked without looking at Scott.

Scott didn't answer so Derek asked again. "What Scott? Do you have a problem?" He turned around, his eyes glowing red.

"How could you, Derek. Seriously, how could you leave Stiles behind?" Scott hissed.

"I did not leave him behind; he wasn't in danger at all." Derek growled. He knew he had made a mistake by leaving Stiles but Scott wasn't in the position to question his actions. Derek was still the Alpha and he had already realized that Scott wasn't respecting him enough.

"I know you think that. But he's Stiles, Derek. I know you consider him pack but he is still human. He doesn't have supernatural abilities. You need to realize this. You just have to accept that he is not a real part of the pack…He's… hrr… whatever." Scott had enough.

"What? Keep talking Scott. I really wanna know what you're thinking right now. Stile is pack – human or not. He is pack. So come on, tell me your thoughts about this. I really wanna know your opinion." Derek had cross his Arms in front of his face and he was staring at Scott.

"Oh really? That's a new one! You wanna know what we are thinking about something? Wow…" Scott fired back.

Derek growled and Isaac winced. He was sitting next to Scott, looking back and forth between his Alpha and his fellow Beta. Jackson had nearly stopped breathing. His body tensed when he heard Derek's growl.

"Get out." Derek snarled. His eyes were glowing, his muscles flexed.

"Fine." Scott snapped back and stood up. He grabbed his jacket which was hanging over a chair at the window and passed Derek without looking at him. He slammed the door behind him.

Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Jackson and Isaac where staring at him. "Anything else?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope." They answered.

Derek just wanted to talk to Stiles right now to get it over with.

Before going through the double door he turned around to his betas who were still watching his every move.

"You can move now, it is okay. Just… just stop sitting there." Isaac sighed in relief and relaxed which made Derek roll his eyes. This boy was really… unique…

Derek entered the small hallway to his left and knocked on Stiles' door.

"Stiles?" he whispered.

"Go away, Derek." Stiles hissed behind the door.

Derek carefully opened the door and put his head inside the room. Stiles was lying on his bed which was standing on the left side of the room, throwing a ball at the ceiling and catching it again.

Derek entered and closed the door behind him.

"I said, go away." Stiles repeated annoyed.

"Still mad?" Derek whispered.

"Still? You haven't even apologized yet." Stiles sat up and glared at the Alpha. He threw the ball at the tall young man standing next to the door.

Derek didn't even have to move to catch it.

"Oh, come on Stiles. You know that I'm sorry, right?" Derek wasn't the best at apologizing. In fact he was the worst.

"You better are! How could you?" Stiles was clearly upset.

"I… She… I just had to, you know?" Derek was still standing next to the door.

"No, I don't. But…Who is she? Seemed like she means a lot to you. " Stiles asked, sitting on the bed.

Derek sighed.

"She did. I… I don't want to talk about it so much, you know." Derek started. He thought about telling the whole pack but he wasn't ready to put his feelings out there for everyone; especially after what had happened with Scott a minute ago. He would tell them eventually but right now he couldn't. But he would tell Stiles about Anna. Because Stiles was Stiles. He cared and he wouldn't blame him.

Stiles reached for his radio, turning it on. Then he pointed at the free space on his bed.

Stiles had already forgiven him.

"Come on, grumpy. Sit down and tell good old Stiles."

Derek hesitated.

"Derek, come on. Get over here. I don't bite." And there it was. A big grin on Stiles' face.

Derek rolled his eyes but went over and sat down on the edge of Stiles' bed.

"Well, she was part of my pack somehow… before the fire" he began again.

Right now he loved Lydia for her great idea to make the walls soundproof. Well, as soundproof as they could be for wolfs. That's why Stiles had turned on the radio, so the rest wouldn't be able to hear them that well.

The banshee had insisted on this feature for what she had called protection of privacy, because… to use Jackson words… she was a screamer. Yep. A screamer. She was indeed. But when Lydia had heard this… well, let's just say Jackson did not hear her scream for a whole month. That's how pissed she was.

And now Derek was happy to have soundproof walls.

He leaned down, now lying on Stiles bed and began to tell him about Anna.

Anna's mother Ida had been the Alpha of the Cohen pack, which had been renamed into the Hayward pack after she had married Paul Hayward. Paul had been bitten by Ida before the wedding and soon after they had had Anna. Anna was a born werewolf like her mother.

When Anna was just eight years old her parents and their pack were killed by hunters. Anna survived because Anna had been with the Hale pack at that time. Talia had always been a close friend to Ida so she decided to integrate her into her own pack. She managed to persuade (or threaten) the girl's estranged grandparents to care for her. But she would spend most of the time with the Hale pack. Derek told Stiles that she had been really close to Cora and that he had always loved her like family.

Derek stopped.

"You don't need to tell me, if you don't want to, Derek." Stiles mumbled.

"No, I think I need to." He went on.

"After the fire, Laura and I had to leave. But Anna… she was too young. She had just turned 13. Laura decided to leave her in Beacon Hills with her grandparents. She had never been part of the pack as she was the Alpha of the Hayward's. So… we left her."

"You left a 13 year old alpha werewolf all on her own?" Stiles asked as if he could not believe what Derek had just said.

"We did. Laura decided it was for the best. I followed her, she was my Alpha. Though, I never forgave myself." Derek answered. "When I came back, I couldn't find her. Peter later told me she had died. And you heard her grandfather today. He really thinks so." He added, wondering why Frank did.

"But she clearly is alive." Stiles stated.

"Thanks, Stiles. Saw that, too." Derek snapped back.

"Just collecting facts, Derek. Just collecting facts."

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