𝕬𝖓𝖙𝖎-𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖐

Stiles enters, Lydia and Scott behind him. 

A few hours later, Stiles finished with his homework and started helping Malia with math. After a while Malia managed to finish her homework while the other studied.

Stiles was looking at the database trying to figure out who his friend's parents were. That was until Scott's stomach roared. Derek was watching them in the corner of the room. "I think we should order dinner." Liam said. "It's after ten, no one is open." Lydia responded. "I can cook something." Stiles suggested. "I'll help you," Derek volunteered. 

Stiles and Derek headed to the kitchen, they both started to get the ingredients. Stiles grabbed a cutting board and a knife; he started cutting the cilantro expertly while Derek finished the sauce. Stiles grabbed the cilantro and putted into the sauce that Derek was making. 

Stiles grabbed flour made a small mountain, cracked an egg and placed milk in it. Stiles started to knead the dough. Derek boiled the water. 

Stiles used the dough to create pasta, it had to be a very big portion because they were werewolves after all.  "Der, can you pass me the knife?" Stiles asked, Derek blushed at the nickname, but handed him the knife. 

He placed the pasta in the water and waited for it to cook. "Stiles is the sauce ready?" Derek asked.  Stiles tasted the sauce and nodded. 

They finished cooking and served it to the starving wolves. They ate and talk, and Stiles's phone binged, and he checked it. Minho's photo popped up and underneath it said 'Kevin Yukimura.'

They finished everything when a witch came in.

"Who are you?" Scott growled. "I am your downfall, True Alpha." She said. "What do you want with Scott?" Derek asked. "He has too much power." "So?" Stiles asked in a mocking tone. "Be careful how you speak to me, boy." The witch replied. 

"Give me a reason, to speak to you with respect." Stiles dared, crossing his arms. "I could kill you." "So?" "So? Me threatening you isn't a good enough reason" The witch asked. "I mean it's a reason just not a very good one. She could kill me (He points to Allison), She could kill me too. (He points to Lydia.) Even a very ambitious duck could kill me. But let's give the duck a knife to make it a fair fight. Hell! I could even kill myself." Stiles exclaims. 

"Your point, fox?" "My point is you are not that fucking special!" The witch turns to Scott and says, "Control the fox or it won't be just you I'll kill." "One he is human; two he can defend himself." Scott growls. 

"I'm sorry why were you here again?" Malia asks. "To kill the true alpha because he has a lot of power." The witch says. "But why?" Stiles asked. "Because he has too much power." "But why?" "Because power corrupts people." "If a king becomes a tyrant, would you blame it the weight of the crown or the weakness of the man?" Stiles asked. "Scott is everything but weak." He adds, proudness lacing his voice.

The witch stutters giving Peter enough time to slice her throat. "On the white carpet, really man?" Stiles says. 

They clean up the body, and they all leave to their houses, Stiles grabs the watch and heads to Kira. "Kira, wait up!" He yelled. 

Kira stopped in her tracks and asked. "What's up, Stiles?" "I really don't know how to say this, well, with words, duh, but I'm just going to spit it out, okay?" Kira nods. "Did you have a brother?" Kira nods, "His name was Kevin, right?" Kira nods again. He hands her the watch. 

"I knew your brother; he was the closest thing to family i had in that place. He was a great person. He asked me to give you the watch " Kira hugs Stiles, "Thank you." "You should thank your brother he saved me a lot of times." "I have a feeling you saved him too." "Not when it mattered." Stiles whispered. "I'm sorry, Kira." "It's not your fault, Stiles. As the nogitsune or Donovan wasn't your fault, this isn't either. 

"Thank you." She repeats. He nods. She leaves and Stiles is alone at his house when his phone dings. Chuck's face appears and underneath, 'Charles Hale.' Stiles scrolls downward and it says. 'son of Peter Hale.' "Fuck." Stiles says.

(A/N: @werewolf7745, i used a sentence of yours that i really loved, if it isn't fine with you, let me know.)