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Chapter 6

Anna sat in her car, standing in the driveway of her granddad's house. She had had the plan to drive back to Atlanta, Idaho, where she lived at the moment.

It had taken her nearly a day to drive the whole way and she had been sure to return to Atlanta this night. She loved driving – she loved driving alone, hearing her favorite songs and screaming the refrains out loud. But right now? No, she wasn't able to drive the whole night. She wouldn't get tired because she still was a werewolf and didn't need that much sleep.

But Derek had left her totally confused and sleepy. She was tired and weary. She could barely keep her eyes open; her muscles were stiff and aching. She needed a bed, some sleep. She couldn't afford a hotel room and she wasn't sure if she would find one at 10p.m. in Beacon Hills. She had to sleep in her old house – maybe even her old room. She was too tired to feel the pain that the familiar smells and returning memories were causing. She opened the door of her car, went to the door and grabbed the key.

The house was nearly empty. Only two cupboards were standing in the living room and an old leather arm-chair was still standing next to the open fireplace. She hadn't spent too much time on the ground floor of the house as she had never had the best relationship to her grandparents. They had never liked her mother since she had "stolen" her one and only son from them. Well, she kind of had stolen him. She had turned him into a werewolf which had made him part of her pack, her family.

Anna had had her own room in the house, upstairs. After school she had always been with the Hales. Talia had always given her the feeling of a home even though she wasn't part of her pack. Since her pack died, Anna had become an alpha at a very early age and Talia had taught her to control the shift.

Derek had always been a bit jealous about her self control. She had never turned in front of her parents. Not since the day she left.

Anna tried hard to banish this memory from her mind. It hurt too much right now.

Even if she had wanted to go upstairs, her body would not have been able to. The wolfsbane and Derek's presence had been too exhausting today. She dragged herself over to the arm-chair, curled up on it and fell asleep immediately.

"My dad?" Stiles was astounded and couldn't believe what Scott had just said.

"Yup, having dinner with my mom." Scott was smiling. Sure, he had been surprised but it had left him with a very good feeling inside of him to see his mother and Stiles' dad having a romantic dinner date.

Stiles wasn't that happy.

"If think they are a perfect match!" Scott grinned.

"No…" Stiles whispered. "My mom and my dad were a perfect match." he added quietly.

"Stiles…" Scott realized that he had made a mistake by telling his best friend right away. "I'm sorry, dude. That's definitely not what I meant!"

"I know, Scott. I know!" Stiles wasn't sure what to think about it. He was standing in front of the window of his room and looked outside. It was dark, it was after midnight already and he had to go to school tomorrow.

"Believe me, if there is one woman I would want my dad to be happy with it is your mom! She is great! But I… I never thought about it, you know? My mom, she… she,… I just don't know if I am ready to see him with another woman." Stiles knew it was selfish to say something like that but he was just being honest and he knew he could be with Scott.

"They were just eating dinner, Stiles. Not a big deal. But… don't you think you should let him be happy if he is ready? You know he loved your mother and misses her… but …. he shouldn't be alone forever, dude. He's a good one!" Scott was totally pro "Mama McCall and Sheriff Stilinski"! Since his own dad had never been around, the Sheriff had been the closest thing to a father for him. He had showed them both how to shave and how to fix a bike. He had been there for him when his own father hadn't.

"Yeah… maybe you're right. I guess there are worst thing than having you as a brother, heh?" Stiles smiled at his best friend. He could see that Scott was clearly excited about their parents. It made him happy to see Scott like that and maybe he would be fine with it, too.

A week had passed since Derek had met Anna again. One week that had been like hell for the pack.

"He makes me crazy!" Jackson complained when they were sitting at lunch. Lydia was with them today because Allison wasn't at school.

"Yeah, right? If this girl isn't going to call him soon, I will find her and make her talk to him!" Scott agreed.

"Do you think she is ever going to give him a call?" Lydia asked.

"Dunno. But if not, we have to kill him." Stiles joked.

Derek was worse than usually. He would yell at his friends, interrupt them, or even insult them. He had even growled at Lydia for being at the loft. Just for being there!

The first days he had followed Stiles because Anna would call his number and when he had realized she was not calling, he had become angry – really angry.

"Yesterday, I wanted to ask him if there was any chance that he would come to the game. He just yelled at me that he wasn't going to come because there was more important stuff to do than our stupid game." Isaac said. He didn't tell them that Derek had also yelled that he wasn't his father so he wasn't obliged to watch him play. Derek had later apologized for that given Isaac's family history and Isaac had forgiven him. He knew that his friends would be furious about Derek's comment and he couldn't stand to see them fight. Derek could be a dick but he had been a good friend to Isaac.

"He's not coming?" Stiles was shocked. He never actually played but he liked the feeling of having Derek there at the game. He would sit next to the Sheriff and they would drink beer and cheer. Scott, Isaac and Jackson were the best players on the field – what a surprise – and Stiles wanted Derek to acknowledge that.

"No, Stiles. He would be too ashamed if he saw you play tomorrow . We're so going to lose this one." Jackson snapped back.

"What? What did you just say? I'm going to play? I… like… I am not going to sit on the bench?" Stiles couldn't believe his ears.

"Sooo losing this one…" Jackson repeated.

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