The solidarity of the pack

Chapter 6

End of the previous chapter: With his eyes fixing the ceiling, the teenager began to analyze his attitude, that of Derek and this attachment so strong and so sudden.

Chapter 6

Questions

Derek therefore left Scott and went to face the other two teenagers who were waiting in front of the room door with an anxious face. At a glance, he prevented any question.

- We're going downstairs.

In front of the authoritarian tone used, there was no discussion and they followed him. Arriving in the kitchen, Derek sat at a table, encouraging the other two to do the same. Silence gradually took place in the room.

- So? Demanda Stiles

Derek didn't really know what to tell them. All this was still very vague. And then, Scott didn't seem to want him to say too much.

- Scott is different from you Jackson, his place in the pack is the same as the one I occupied before becoming the alpha.

Jackson was going to intervene but Derek prevented him with a wave of his hand.

- Listen, I don't know everything, I can't answer all your questions. Anyway, never mind questioning his place in our group. His reactions will be different. He will not bear to see us in danger, will become violent if we are attacked. For now, I have to think about the situation, we will talk about it again later.

The two teenagers did not really seem to agree with the latter principle, but Derek's closed face decided them to postpone their investigation.

- But is he all right? Asked Stiles, not really reassured.

- Yes, he is resting for the moment. Listen, I have a lot to explain to you, I shouldn't have been so long to do it. We will discuss this tonight. In the meantime, I'll ask you to forget all this.

The two teenagers sighed. After all, a few more or less hours waiting would not kill them.

- You must be hungry, right? Let's prepare the meal.

On this Derek got up. The three boys headed for the kitchen. Stiles led the operations, Jackson's culinary talents being questionable and Derek's rarely put into practice as they would quickly notice.

A sweet smell of grilled meat came out of Scott's thoughts that revolved around a certain alpha and his relationship with him. His stomach gurgled at the idea of a good meal. Gathering his courage, he decided to get up and join the entire troop. The door opened at that moment to Derek. An embarrassed silence followed this intrusion.

- It's ready if you're hungry.

They were both hesitant, not sure how to behave. Scott eventually got up and they went down for lunch.

Scott feared a tense atmosphere, questions. This was not the case. Upon his arrival, Stiles had wanted to make a list of the blunders of his two companions in the kitchen and this quickly relaxed the atmosphere.

- No, but you can imagine! Derek doesn't even know how to cook pasta!

The latter grumbled.

- Water? With the pasta? For what? Continuated Stiles in a very bad imitation of their elder.

The other two laughed, as much about Derek's lack of culinary knowledge as about Stiles' very bad imitation. Jackson saw him the alpha, a saucepan in his hand, his frowns, who obviously learned to cook pasta. And to say that he wanted to put them directly in the pan, the result would have been infamous.

- I only eat meat, practically. Defended the eldest in a sulky tone.

And the meal continued like this, as if the morning incident were forgotten.