Satan in a V-neck

04

Derek's loft

3rd Person

Knocking echoed throughout the loft.

Peter was sat in his room as he gripped his head.

Ember Hestia, the love of his life and mate was still gone and the last time he saw her was years ago. His wolf was fighting to find her and he was fighting it, forcing himself to remain still. It hurt, it hurt like hell but he couldn't let himself be selfish. She promised to return as soon as she could, meaning she couldn't yet.

It was a full moon and the pack could take care of themselves, so why couldn't they leave them alone? It was bad enough that Peter's wolf was stronger that day, but the knocking wasn't helping.

Derek, annoyed with the sound, opened the door just a little bit, keeping his head down.

His eyes were slightly rimmed with red from the night before and the brightness of outside contrasted with inside.

"What do you want," he spat. Shuffling was heard and he knew it was Stiles since the hyperactive kid was the only one that did that.

"What's going on with you?" the voice of the true alpha rung, his brows furrowed at the older werewolf.

"Nothing," Derek huffed, not in the mood. He shut the door, not caring what was happening and sat on the couch. With his elbows on his knees, his hands rubbing the hair on the back of his head and sighed.

Just one day, just one was all he wanted.

He didn't know how long he was there, but the pack stormed in, surrounding the male.

Isaac stood near the front, concerned for his former alpha and the man that protected him. He hesitated before sitting beside the former alpha and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Sourwolf?" Stiles voice asked from next to the others.

Scott and Stiles stood side by side, Lydia and Allison next to them. Erica and Boyd were preoccupied preparing for the full moon and weren't there. [They didn't die.]

All of the teens jumped at the growl that escaped the man's throat.

"Don't call me that," he demanded, standing up abruptly that Isaac jumped back in his seat.

Only Em can call me that, he thought to himself.

"Woah, calm down Der," Isaac said, watching as blood dripped from his clenched hands. Everyone saw it and knew that he was mad. Like mad mad.

"Not... not today," Derek's voice broke as he slumped back in his seat, wiping the little bit of blood from his hands on his jeans. The split skin quickly healed but the blood remained.

The other's watched him in concern but didn't move to do anything.

None of them knew what to do, so Isaac simply placed his hand on the man's shoulder again as he attempted to comfort the male.

Derek wasn't a man of emotion or concern so the fact he was like this... they were dumbstruck.

"What did Peter do?" Scott growled, assuming the uncle did something.

"Don't," Derek's sharp voice and glare were meant to keep them from doing anything stupid but they didn't stop. Instead, they ignored him.

"Right," Lydia said before looking around. "Where is he?"

"I bet he did something," Stiles said before speaking sarcastically. "What's dear psychotic uncle done now? Who's coming now? Aliens? Vampires?"