Sterek Stories - A Collection - I

D stands for... - Part 6

Stiles stared at Derek's retreating back. The werewolf was walking in the direction of the large fishing pond, though judging by the closed off look on his face he wouldn't be surprised if Derek kept on walking until he reached the forest. Or until the soles of his shoes came off, Stiles wouldn't put it past him to keep going to get away from people as far as possible. Satomi had wanted them both present when she explained the obscure werewolf lore Stiles came here for. She'd said that it was knowledge that Derek needed to know too, being a born werewolf he needed to know as much as possible about his own kind. Stiles didn't miss the way Derek took that: your parents died before they could tell you. You don't know everything there is to know because something burned your home down with your family inside it. Hell, even he took it that way, on behalf of Derek.

To be honest, he was a little pissed at the old werewolf that walked out behind him. This morning at breakfast it was clear that Derek wanted to ignore him. The werewolf hadn't looked his way once and had literally wolfed down his breakfast so he could leave the room as fast as possible. And then Satomi had insisted Derek had to be present when she talked to Stiles, putting them in a small room together.
"He's the reason you made me come here, isn't he?" Stiles said bitterly to the woman next to him. "There's no way we couldn't have done this over the phone."

The old werewolf smiled mildly. "You have a sharp mind, young Padawan."

Stiles let his head fall in his neck in frustration and groaned. "And now you're quoting Star Wars to me. Wrongly, I must say, but I can totally see you as Yoda. Damn it, now I can't even be mad at you!"

"Do you know why Derek is here?"

He shrugged. "Wolfy business, I guess. Maybe he wanted a different forest to run around in for a bit."

"He has lost contact with his wolf," Satomi said gravely, shocking Stiles.

"What do you mean lost contact with his wolf? He's still a werewolf, right? I saw the claws this morning." Derek had used a single claw to tear open a breakfast roll, foregoing a knife like normal people. Granted, the ten year old werewolf sitting next to Stiles had done the same thing, only she didn't have the control yet to pop out just one claw at a time.

Satomi ignored his question. Just like Yoda, really. He was never going to get that image out of his mind now. "I think you should talk to him."

He grimaced. "I don't know if that's a good idea. We're not really, well, we're not really talking to each other right now." Stiles rubbed a hand through his hair, unable to press down on the worried feeling that settled in his stomach. "Shouldn't he be talking to you, or maybe Scott, as that's his Alpha?"

"He needs his pack," Satomi answered sagely. "Young McCall is his Alpha, yes, but you've been part of Derek's pack longer." The implication that Scott wasn't really Derek's Alpha sounded clear in her voice.

Stiles wasn't gonna ask how she knew about the inner workings of the Beacon Hills pack. She was werewolf Yoda, she knew everything. "Fine," he sighed. "I'll try."
He turned back after he'd set a few steps in the direction Derek went in. "If he turns me into werewolf kebab, I blame you, Alpha Ito."
Satomi merely smiled, no doubt picking up on the lie in his voice. Derek would never hurt him, not physically at least. And Stiles blamed himself for all the emotional hurt that occured.

Stiles had never been a firm believer in ripping the bandaid off, but in this case he knew he had to kick himself in the butt and get this thing over with. His heart may be hurting a little more after this, yet that was something he would bear if he was able to help Derek. He still wasn't sure what Satomi meant when she said Derek lost contact with his wolf, but it couldn't be good.