you smell...good

8. answers that don't make sense

~thank you all for 1K reads! I honestly didn't think that would happen, but I'm so happy ~

I've entered year 11. so I'll try my best to continue writing in between school work. the last chapter got a little...darker than I had planned it to be. but it's already published so now I gotta roll with it. so let's go! 

~sorry this chapter took a million years, enjoy~

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No One's POV-

Derek, who had been suffering from being unable to think of anything but this Stiles problem. finally left the house, though this time it was not for lack of food. It was for answers.

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It had been a couple of days since Derek had seen Stiles. he had locked himself in the house, refusing to leave. but it wasn't long before he got overwhelmed with the question 'why does Stiles smell good. but no one else'.  this wasn't a question you could just look up on the internet. but where on earth would he find the answer. After blankly staring at the wall for 3 hours Derek thought maybe it was Werewolf related, and maybe there was a book at his old house that had an answer...one that wasn't fire damaged. there was a small chance. so he went for it.

though Derek already has a nice place to live in Beacon Hills. he only recently moved in. Being wealthy made moving back to his home town, no problem at all. Why did he come back? well...not even Derek knows that, maybe homesickness finally hit, after all the only family he has left resides in this town. Anyway, the old hale house was basically in the middle of the woods, but being an Alpha werewolf made finding it easy. And even without his powers, he knew where it was. it was his old home after all.

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After wolfing out to make the journey to the hale estate quicker, Derek reverted back to a human and stood there, staring at what used to be his home. he could never really get used to looking at it. the charcoaled walls, the damaged structure struggling to keep up after all these years. cracked windows that show you nothing but the darkness of a broken memory. Derek shook his head, he couldn't get distracted, he came here for a reason.

He walked across the abundance of fallen leaves and onto the broken porch. The front door still opened and closed, so Derek took a breath and turned the handle. He came here often but it required a lot of suppression to enter the building.  

Every step made the floor creak, and every breath would take in dust. Derek was never much of a reader, so he didn't know where to look. And would his family keep a book with the answers to his questions just lying around? This is assuming there even is a book with the answer or any books left...

Derek looked everywhere. He even tried pulling up some floorboards. the only room left was his Mothers, Talia Hale. mentally crossing his fingers, Derek entered his deceased Mothers room for the first time in a long time. it was...like all the others, damaged by the house fire. Derek clenched his fists and began searching. he opened every cupboard and pulled out every drawer. pushing through cob-webs and brushing off dust, Derek checked any and every book he could find...nothing. Derek bit his lip in frustration.

"what do I do now..."

"hello nephew"

Derek swung his head around to look at the door. 'Peter'... 

Derek growled and turned away from his uncle.

"so cold. no hello back?" Peter tilted his head and pretended he was hurt by Derek's greeting or lack thereof.

"what do you want" Derek spoke in an agitated tone.

"well. I thought id see what you've been up to. Seems you've been hiding at home for the past few days.  I was wandering through the woods on a casual walk and happened to hear noises coming from the house. I decided to take a look, and here we are." Peter dragged his finger along the wall and rubbed some charcoal between his fingertips