Miss Alpha Werewolf

Chapter 5

Scout

"I don't think he's only young in his body, but in his mind, too," Deaton says, leaning against the table.

"He didn't remember Deaton, or the clinic and he looked scared," I hesitate, deciding to leave out the colour of his eyes for now.

Scott breathes out, shoulders slumping at the news as Lydia hums beside them. Stiles turns his stare from the ground to the group, "if you're a young teenager werewolf and you were scared, where would you go?"

"Home," I instantly say.

"A wolf goes back to its den, but Derek lives in a loft," Scott adds.

I shake my head. The Hales didn't always live in that building though. "Has he always lived in the loft? Where did he live before?"

At my question, the room filled with silence, no one daring to speak.

"The Hale house." Lydia sighs out.

My eyes widen at the thought, "didn't it burn down years ago?"

Lydia nodded, panic evident on her face, "he wouldn't remember the fire. It wouldn't have happened yet."

"Shit, fuck," I breathe out. Resisting the urge to yell out another string of curse words, I look at Scott, "if you catch up to him, what are you gonna say? Tell him about the fire?"

"I don't know," he whispered back.

"Maybe we'll have to," Scott replies.

Lydia scoffs, "oh well, good luck with that." Lydia replies, sarcastically.

"Yeah, maybe you shouldn't say that. Just don't tell him, yet." Stiles scratches his head, wincing at the thought.

"We can't lie to him." I say, "he'll hear our heartbeat."

"Okay," Stiles nods twice. Then, "I'll do it."

I roll my eyes, "Stiles, no. You literally can't."

"I don't think any of us can," Scott says desperately.

There's a brief moment of silence where everyone is just contemplating the options, but clearly, there was only one way to put it, "when we find him, we tell him the truth." I speak.

But Deaton shakes his head, "if he gets to the house first," he pauses, almost creating the dramatic effect from the movies, "you don't have to."

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After driving straight to the station, we sigh before entering, getting mentally ready for whatever was to come, only to be faced with the Sheriff.

He hadn't noticed us yet, so I took a moment to catch my breath, my lips lifting the slightest bit at the sight of the Sheriff. Except for the complete shock written all over his features, Stiles' dad looked the same, excluding the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, and the ones framing his forehead. If this wasn't such a bad time, I would've laughed.

Finally, he turns to us, fixing the two boys with an intense glare before his stare falls on me, and I could see the anger slowly turn to recognition. With a sigh, he tells the officer sat behind the desk he would deal with this and then leads us to another room. As I walk after the three men, I feel Derek's eyes on me, lingering before he faced the ground once more and I couldn't help but sigh.

Once inside, the Sheriff leans against his desk, and I didn't need to read his mind to see all the thoughts going through his head.

"Hello, Scout, " He greets me, allowing a smile onto his face. He motions me over with a hand, opening his arms and I giggle as I hug him, enjoying the familiarity that came with it.