Derek ran back to his old house, slowing down and stopping at his front door. As he thought of Stiles, he let out a low growl. Why was he so drawn to him? He was nothing but a fragile human. He should not feel this way towards him. He shook his head and opened the door.
Then why did I kiss him? He asked himself, walking into the abandoned house. He sighed, thinking back on the memories, to when this house used to be nice. He missed having his family around. Now he had nothing of his family but memories that were slipping from his mind.
He walked through the house, looking at all the photos he'd broken and gathered dust, not wanting to deal with them.
He hesitantly went to one room that had survived the fire; his sister's. He went in and looked around, sighing as he laid down on the old bed. He closed his eyes and soon found himself lulling into a deep sleep.
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Stiles opened his eyes, looking into his pitch black room. He then looked out the window that had been left opened.
As the moon hung up in the sky, he thought of Derek and the kiss. He blushed and brought his fingers to his lips, sighing, knowing Derek didn't like him.
He was looking down at the forest that lined across the street when he saw four pairs of eyes glaring at him. Stiles stared back at the eyes as he backed away from the window, hitting the wall behind him. He heard howls and looked down, shaking his head. What does this mean? He waited a minute before looking out the window again, not seeing the eyes staring up into his room. He looked around for his phone, grabbing it from his bed, and dialed Scott's number.
"Um, Stiles? You know it's like, two in the morning?" Scott said, obivoulsy tired as he lay in bed.
"Scott! Look, I know it's early, but I just saw four pairs of eyes looking up at me, into my room. " Stiles responded, panic clear in his voice.
"It was just kids, Stiles." Scott said, wanting to get back to sleep
"No! These eyes were red, Scott!" He exclaimed, still looking down at the forest, hoping the eyes wouldn't reappear.
"Then it was a dream, because there's only one person I know that has red eyes, and that's Derek." He hung up and put the phone down so he could continue to sleep.
Stiles looked out into the forest, still scanning it. "I hope you're right, Scott." He said, laying his phone on the table. He looked at the moon, hearing another howl and shaking his head. "But you're wrong. That is not Derek's howl." He layed back on his bed, starin gup at the ceiling, knowing he wasn't going to get any more slep for the rest of the night. I hope Derek is okay, he thought, closing his eyes, wondering who the others' belonged to, shaking his head. The only conclusion he came to was that there was a new pack here. "An all alpha pack." He spoke quietly.
