Hello readers!
I hope that everyone is enjoying my first fanfiction!
I would like the thank Luka Knight for the first two reviews; it has really boosted my confidence in myself and for the story. Anyway, enjoy the third chapter!
Chapter 3
Stiles's POV
It has been three days since that man attacked me and still my dad doesn't tell me why! I mean come on; I'm his own son. I think I have the right to know why that guy wanted me! Not to mention that Derek the sourwolf has been acting strange too. He thinks that I don't notice but I see him in the parking lot of my school everyday. I'm starting to think that he's obsessed with me; of course I could be over reacting.
I get home from school, enter the house and see my dad talking to Derek's parents. The moment I walk in the door all their heads turned to me, making me slightly nervous. "Son, come and sit down, we need to talk." I don't bother to say anything as I walk up to the table and sit down beside my dad. I look at the three of them as my father takes a deep breath.
"Stiles, I know you're wondering who the man was and why he attacked you. He was after you because you aren't human. In fact, you're a werewolf like Derek." I go rigid as I stare at my father, looking for any sign that what he just said was a sick joke. Sadly I didn't see any sign. Letting out a nervous laugh I give my dad a strained smile.
"Come on dad, werewolves really? The last time I checked I was completely human." I look over to Derek's father as he clears his throat. "It's true Stiles, you and your father are what we call breeders. A rare kind of werewolf."
"So you're telling me that I'm a werewolf that can get pregnant?!" I look at them as they only nod. "Son I know this is hard to grasp-" "No dad I don't believe this for a second! This has to be some sick twisted joke or something! You wouldn't keep something like this from me! And what about mom dad!?"
My dad can only look at me sadly before continuing. "You never had a mom Stiles, I'm a breeder, meaning that I'm technically your mother. The one you thought was your mother was only meant to watch over you."
I felt like I couldn't breathe, I couldn't believe that my father kept me in the dark about this! Without warning I shoot up from my seat and run out of the house. Ignoring the calls of my father in the process. All I could think about was being alone.
Sheriff's POV
I panic as my son leaves the house; I was hoping that he would remain calm. Instead I got my son confused and hurt. I wish I had told him in the beginning, but I was so afraid. I didn't want the Demon Pack to find us; I didn't want the pack to use Stiles like some cheap whore. Burying my face into my hands I think of ways to make it up to him. Especially since I kept something so huge from him. I take a moment to think before lifting my head and look at the Hale's. I could see the concern in their eyes, which makes me feel grateful.
"Mr. Stilinski, I understand that you wanted to protect him. Still I wish you had told him and us sooner. We would have accepted you and your son without judgment." Spoke Mr. Hale as I sigh.
"I'm sorry, I just…didn't know at the time. I assumed you and your pack would be just like them." Both Hales nod in agreement and understanding, Talia giving a sincere smile.
"Do not worry, from now on you and your son are members of our pack. We will do everything we can to help you both." I smile at the genuine truth that accompanied Talia's words. It made me think that maybe there could be a chance for a life without fear.
Stiles's POV
Man I don't even know how long I've been running but I eventually find myself in the woods. Don't ask me how I got here but I did, utterly weird. I slow down and saunter through the woods, pondering on what my dad said to me. True I shouldn't have ran off but I couldn't help it. I was hurt that he didn't tell me any of this sooner. Still, it does explain a few things, maybe as to why I'm attracted to the sourwolf.
As I continue my walk through the woods I hear a twig snap, whipping around I see Derek standing there with his hands in his pockets. "What are you doing here sourwolf?"
Derek only raises an eyebrow as I roll my eyes. "I get it you're a werewolf. Doesn't explain the fact that you've been stalking me for the past three days. Don't think I didn't notice!" I try to show Derek my own glare, only making his sigh and shake his head.
"Stiles, you know you suck at threatening looks, just give it up. And the answer your question, I'm protecting you." At that I let out a laugh as point at him. "You protect me? What happened the I'll rip your throat out with my teeth attitude?"
Derek rolls his eyes in return and walks up to me, grabbing my arm. I feel a small jolt of electricity from the touch, leaving me freaked out. Looking up I see the shock and disbelief in Derek's eyes. "Hey sourwolf what was that?"
Derek only looks at my eyes and whispers one thing, "Mate."
I FEEL ALIVE! LOL I don't know how I'm typing this so fast…still, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please feel free to leave a review, have a good night!