Resurrection

Chapter 3

"Where are we going?" I ask Stiles after he got off the phone with Scott.

"Derek's house." He replies shortly. I smile at the thought of being reunited with the big broody wolf.

"Okay let's go!" I tell him enthusiastically grabbing his hand and pulling him to the jeep. As I sit in the passenger seat I can't help but think about how normal this all is. I might have been dead for months but to me I was just here. No time has gone by. Everyone else has grown and matured and I was stuck in a coffin. How much does that suck? I feel something warm on my thigh and see Stiles hand resting there casually as he drives. Smiling at the gesture I take it in my own and enlace our fingers. I can see him smiling from my peripheral vision and my smile grows before looking out the window.

I've always been one of those people who love to watch everything you drive past and never gets car sick. Woods have always been my favorite to watch. Observe how the trees twist around one another and sometimes spotting an animal.

Pulling up to the burnt Hale house I jump out of the car and slam the front door open. "Sourwolf!" I call into the empty space. "Your favorite human is back from the dead." I say with a smirk. He rounds the corner before taking in my appearance with wide eyes.

"You're back." He states shocked.

"Hear I'm not the only one." I reply looking around for Peter. Not finding him I look into the other room and see Scott with a boy I don't know. That must be Isaac. One of Derek's betas. I take a closer look at him and see his curly brown hair and pretty face.

Stiles runs in and stands next to me grabbing my hand. He gives me a smile before looking around the room. "Are you doing what I think your doing?" He asks Scott.

"Uh maybe." Scott replies hesitantly. Stiles rolls his eyes and walks over to them. All of the boys start talking about a tattoo Scott got that healed and how he wants it to show.

"Yeah I see it." Derek says using his alpha vision. "What does it mean?" He asks which pikes my interest.

"I don't know. It's just something I trace with my fingers." Scott states drawing it in the dust.

"Why is this so important Scott?" I ask. He pauses before answering.

"Do you know what the word tattoo means?"

"To mark something." Stiles says smirking at me and winking at Derek before looking proud of himself.

"In Samoan it means open wound. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18 but I decided to get it now as a reward."

"For what?" Derek asks.

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer." Scott says making me frown. They were supposed to get married and have little hunter werewolf babies. "It still hurts even after four months. Like an-"

"Like an open wound." Stiles finishes glancing up at me. There's an emotion in his eyes I can't decipher but it makes me feel guilty.

"It's going to be the most painful thing you've ever felt." Derek says.

"Do it." Derek brings out a flame torch and turns it on.

"Holy hell." I squeak.

"Oh wow that's uh lot for me so uh I'll take that as my cue to wait outside." Stiles says walking to the door before Derek grabs him. I feel my heart race and decide maybe I'll just distance myself a bit. I walk back to where Isaac was laying and push down the urge to touch his curls. For a minute or two there's silence before the air is full of Scott's screams. I do my best to ignore it but they're so full of pain that I can't shake them. They soon stop and I look to see Scott passed out. I look at his arm and see the tattoo. His eyes slowly open and he smiles at his arm. He and Stiles start to walk out but I walk over to Derek and hug him. His hugs were always the best because he's so big and has so much muscle.