𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘪

𝟑𝟕

𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

Waking up beneath a charcoal grey fluffy blanket, Aurelia rubbed her eyes as she took in the familiar stone loft. It had been two days since Boyd's death and two days since Derek had took off. Growing more worried at his absence, Aurelia and Stiles had spent there Saturday evening waiting around his loft for him to come back. Resulting in them falling sleeping together on the couch.  "Okay, so is two days standard, then, or are we thinking Derek's on some extended getaway?" Stiles asked, not realising that he had accidentally woken Lia.

"Why do you care?" Cora asked genuinely, staring out of the window that looked over the town.

Clapping his hands, Stiles rocked on the balls of his feet. "Why do I care? Let's see, because over the last few weeks, my best friend's and girlfriend tried to kill themselves." He began, gesturing at his Aurelia over his shoulder. "Their boss nearly got ritually sacrificed. A girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed. Boyd was killed by Alpha's. I— do you want me to keep going?" At this point, Cora's eye roll could be heard. "Cause I can, all right? For, like, an hour."

Finally snapping, Cora turned on her heel and death stared Stiles. "You think Derek can do anything about that?"

"Well, since he's the one everyone seems to be after, it's more like he should do something about it, yeah." Stiles spoke, ringing his hands together nervously — it becoming more apparent to him that he was in a house full of only supernatural creatures.

Moving to sit on the edge of Derek's desk, Cora sighed. "I don't know. There's something different about him now. He wasn't like this when we knew him."

"What was he like?" Stiles wondered aloud, crossing his arms.

"A lot like Scott, actually." Peter declared from the top of the spiral staircase. As much as he teased Derek for his 'dramatic entrances', he liked them too. "A lot like most teenagers. Unbearably romantic, profoundly narcissistic, tolerable really only to other teenagers." He trailed, his black boots clunking on every step.

"And so what happened? What changed him?"

"Well, the same thing that changes a lot of young men. A girl." Peter told, sitting down on the third step with his hands linked in front of him.

"You're telling me some girl broke his little heart? That's why Derek is the way he is?" Stiles laughed, sitting down on the edge of the couch not knowing that Lia was in-fact awake.

"Do you remember Derek before he was an Alpha? He had blue eyes. Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes?" Stiles didn't but Lia did.

"I just always thought it was, like, a genetic thi—" Stiles began, stopping when he felt the couch shift beneath him.

"Taking the life of an innocent." Peter nodded at the Lahey girl. "Derek told me a few months back."

"If you want to know what changed Derek, you need to know what changed the color of his eyes." Peter spoke ominously, drawing the teens into a story that was bound to leave them more worried than before.

Listening attentively to the metronome ticking timely on the top of the small stool next to her knees, the young brunette rolled her eyes. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the ticking her ears were constantly drawn back to the repetitive smack of a basketball bouncing on the floor outside the music room. Calmly drawing her bow away from the cello she held in her arms, she stood from her seat and stormed from the room. "Hey, do you guys mind?" She bit, her arms out at her sides. In front of her stood a group of, what could be assumed to be, popular boys. "I'm trying to practice." She finished, scrunching her button nose at the gasps from the boys.