Just Tell Me The Truth

Chapter Two

Stiles' POV

I finish up the dishes just as Derek comes into the kitchen. He must've taken a nap upstairs with how long he's been gone, but turning around I see his black hair is damp, shower. I can't help but notice he doesn't have a shirt on and let my eyes trace his abs ever so sneakily. He's built like a God and this deepens my reasoning for thinking there is no way he'd ever go for me. I look down at my own slight frame and grin, oh yeah there's no way I'm in his league.

I watch as Derek moves closer to me, frowning. "Why do you only smell like Jackson and-" He then seems to be struggling as he grits out, "Why do you reek mostly of Peter?"

I give out a dry chuckle while wiping my hands off on the dish towel. "That's because Peter was trying to be helpful and scent me so that the others wouldn't jump me but he must've done it too much because the guys complained, saying it smelt like we had had sex with one another. Gross. So Jackson helped me out by scenting me some too."

Derek glares off into the direction of the living room and I give him a confused look. "Is that something bad? I thought it was normal for wolves to scent each other? Peter had explained that wolves scent humans too so that other wolves know they are in the pack."

Derek looks down at me with raised eyebrows. "You mean you aren't freaked out that the pack has been scenting you?"

I laugh at his face and push him aside. "No, I'm not. I think it's smart and it makes me feel, I don't know, like part of the pack. Like officially part of the pack."

I don't bother looking up at him because I know he'd just be scowling at me. "Stiles you've always been a part of the pack-"

"Yeah, I know," I interrupt him, "I just sometimes felt like a weak link. But now that I know I'm a spark, I feel slightly less useless."

I see Derek move closer to me and place a hand on my shoulder, briefly squeezing before letting go and walking towards the living room. I release a breath I didn't know I had been holding in and lean into the counter. This whole trying to fight how I feel for Derek thing is going to kill me eventually. I'm finding myself very thankful for Deaton teaching me about how to mask emotional scents, something an Emissary must know how to do so that they can seem calm when they are terrified. It apparently is helpful to make yourself seem calm when in dangerous situations so that the pack can focus more on fighting rather than protecting you. I've not used it for that situation yet, mainly using it to avoid letting the others know how I feel towards Derek and sometimes when it comes to being in the same room with both Alphas.

As I enter the living room I see Scott and Kira holding hands, smiling as they talk with each other, and I can't help but smile at them. I'm just glad Scott is finally letting himself be happy after Alisson, but then again, I turn to see Isaac just watching the TV with a masked expression. He still misses her and I feel a pit in my stomach at knowing he's in pain, pain that I can't help him get rid of. I walk over and sit next to him on the floor with my legs stretched out in front of me. He turns and gives me a questioning look to which I smile, leaning into him, letting my own scent get on him. He seems to finally register what I'm doing and I know he's letting his own scent wash over me as he turns back to the TV with a small smile on his lips. We sit in silence for awhile, just leaning on one another, and finally Derek comes back from his room. 

He sets a packed duffel bag down on the ground and looks over all of us. "We're going on a pack trip to my family's cabin. It'll be for the summer so pack generously and inform your parents about your whereabouts, those that are under eighteen that is."

I groan now, knowing I'm seventeen and that means I have to tell Dad I'm going off in the woods with werewolves for three months. "Can't I just tell him I'm staying at Scott's all summer?" I groan out.