Hello readers! Welcome to Chapter 6 if you're still there! I must say I'm coming to really like this story. I'll probably make another teen wolf story after this…maybe sooner depending on how long this story will be! Now enough of me talking lets get to it!
Also FYI I don't own anything in this ok…all characters and stuff belongs to the creators of the show, just a little reminder.
Chapter 6
Stiles POV
This time it's been six weeks when the Demon Pack decided to attack my father and I. Thankfully, I got to attend school like a normal teenager and hang out with Scott and Isaac. With everything that has happened, I feel like these moments could be the last for me. I guess I'm being really paranoid. Another piece of good news is that Scott and Isaac have finally talked to each other. I swear I thought that they would never get their heads out of their asses. Still, it's comforting to see Scott so happy; after all he is like my brother.
Not to mention the fact that Derek has been courting me as they call it. It must be a werewolf thing, he explained it to me once and I still am trying to wrap my head around it. Anyway back on topic, I've noticed lately that wherever I go I can feel someone watching me. It's a feeling like the hairs on my neck rising, I want the feeling to go away but I can't do that. Believe me I've tried to. Walking through the halls I catch a glimpse of something. Stopping myself and walking back I try to find the glowing eyes. The only thing though was that there was no one standing there.
I feel entirely freaked out so I just continue walking to my class. As I sit in my class I can't help but let my thoughts wander to a certain sourwolf. Once I realize where my thoughts were going I immediately shake my head to clear it out.
"Stilinski!" I snap my head up to my coach as he's standing there with his arms crossed. "Can you uh answer the question?" "Um…no I can't." The class laughs as I slant a bit in my chair. Rubbing my eyes I return to paying attention in class. Praying that my mind wouldn't think of such things again.
Derek's POV
I could feel Stiles, like literally how he's feeling and what he's thinking. I let a small smile grace my lips as I realize that he was thinking about me. Sitting in my car I stare at the school in absolute boredom. I can actually hear the ticking sound of the clock along with Stiles's heartbeat. Wincing a bit at the bell ringing I hear Stiles get out of his seat and walk along the halls.
That's when I felt it, turning my head a bit I can make out the image of a pack of werewolves, all of which are walking towards the school. Growling a bit I take out my phone and message my dad, along with Stiles's dad. Pocketing my phone I get out of the car and walk to the pack. I could tell that this was going to be a very long day.
Peter's POV
Looking back I must have just realized how stupid my nephew really is, no offense of course. After all he is my dear nephew. I observe Derek walking up to the Demon Pack with keen attention. All of this really does intrigue me, like, what are the odds that two breeders manage to stumble their way here. It's not like they were stupid or anything, but I can feel a bit for the sheriff.
Rolling my eyes and smacking my head a little I return to the encounter between my nephew and the Demon Pack. I narrow my eyes and prepare myself, just in case I had to actually save my nephew from his stupidity. Thankfully I didn't have too, just as the brawl was about to begin the students starting pouring out like roaches. Taking this as my cue I slowly but surely disappear from the scene. At the same time I attempt to get my head to forget about the sheriff, lets just say that it's not going well.
Derek's POV
I stand there as the Demon Pack smirks at me tauntingly, daring me to attack them here at the school. Shaking my head I turn and see Stiles walking up to me. I turn back to where the Demon Pack was, only to discover that they actually vanished.
"Um…hey Derek. Yea, why are you here?" "Like I said, you're my mate. It's my job to show you that I can be yours." I sense the confusion that Stiles is wearing.
"Dude, English terms not werewolf terms ok?" I roll my eyes as Stiles pouts. "You know, you look a lot cuter when you pout." That got Stiles to freeze up in embarrassment. I move closer to him as I realize that he wasn't moving at all. "Ah, Stiles?" I wave my hand in front of his face to get a reaction, and boy did I get a reaction.
The instant where I waved my hand, Stiles flails his arms around a bit. I chuckle at the glare Stiles tries to give me. "Stiles you know that whatever expression you make actually makes you look adorable. Just like a puppy." Stiles only mumbles to himself as he makes his way to my car. Smiling, I walk behind him, sneaking my arm around his waist. Which made him melt against me a little. I open the car door for him before getting in myself. Afterwards I start the car and head to his house. With only one thought on my mind, could I keep Stiles safe?"
Well here is chapter 6! I hope you all love this! I do like to thank those who have taken the time to review and tell me what they thought about this story! Anyway, someone try to guess what Uncle Peter is planning, you can leave it in the reviews or private message if you like! See you all in chapter 7!