The True Family

Epilogue

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DEREK POV

It's been two months since the trial ended, but seven since Stiles lived under my roof, the trial against his family went exactly as Seth had imagined, except one of the accused had gotten out with the charges completely dropped before the trial even started...

Because I screwed up seven months ago, I went too hard on Simon to get him away from my mate and as a result, my claws had sunk way too deep into his chest and had given way to his transformation. I hadn't noticed his transformation until the next full moon and I had been tempted to leave him to his own fate when he had no control, but the risk of someone losing their life through my fault had been too great. So I had no choice but to shout my command at him. It hadn't been long since he had taken human form again, but his mind hadn't been completely back until the next morning.

The pack had split into two, those who refused to let him be helped and those who believed that we should take responsibility for him as it was our fault and although I was indeed responsible for his transformation, I had been much more interested in sending him to Eichen House, an asylum that served as a prison for creatures in their spare time. In the end, Stiles had decided with the more mature decision, but much less interesting choice.

After Christian had talked to him about it, he had decided to send Simon to a neighboring pack that accepted omegas, as well as other wolves belonging to a pack but with a violent penchant, for educating them and reintegrating them into society. It was Satomi who was now responsible for Simon and she took care of him with an iron fist. As a result, since he could no longer be on trial and punished according to criminal laws in order to end up in a reformatory, the charges against him had been dropped. He had started classes again at Beacon Hills High School, but kept away from my pack as the old wolf had demanded.

Stiles had nevertheless managed to make a deal that was beneficial to him. In exchange for dropping the charges against him to send him to Satomi, he had had to confess to the Sheriff that his mother had painted Stiles as a problem child and had lied from the beginning about his actions, blaming her sons' misdeeds on Stiles with the intention that she and her sons would be the only ones to benefit from the Stilinski family assets, he had even confessed that he and his brother had long used him to take it easy without doing their household chores and their homeworks.

Stiles had felt little consolation in the face of the misfortune of his entire youth in the face of his father's shock. He had collapsed at this realization and seemed to suddenly realize the depth of his own actions, apologizing profusely, but he had never asked to be forgiven. He had then pleaded guilty to all charges against him, which to my great misfortune had considerably reduced his sentence, but he would still have to wait nearly five years before he could hope to improve his relationship with his biological son.

Josée's actions had been put down to a mental health disorder and would therefore have to do her years in a hospital to work on her schizophrenia... welcome to Eichen House, if only the authorities knew that she had not imagined any of her "hallucinatory delusions". And in the end the youngest of the brothers was the only one who had gone to a reformatory.

Even as the months go by, I can't stop worrying about Stiles. Most of the time he's strong and laughing with everyone, but sometimes, too many times, the anxiety that radiates from him is so great that I feel like he's back between the four walls of the cupboard under the stairs. I wish I could do something, but I feel helpless.

Isaac is a great support, regularly reminding me how hard it had been for him too to adjust, that even if he was generally okay, sometimes there were harder times and that only time would be able to heal him completely. However, I don't remember it being as painful to my heart when I had to be there for Isaac when he woke up in a panic after one of his nightmares as it was with Stiles. It tears my insides to hear the screams of terror that Stiles could make before I could wake him up during his night terrors... and every time he started crying I hate seeing tears on his cheeks.

And he had night terrors more than half the time, so much so that it didn't take long for him to adopt my bed as his own even though he had his own room. He said that waking up in my arms was his only point of reference to not forget that he was with his true family and that this life was not a figment of his imagination.

Between his days in class and the months that the trial had lasted, we had the opportunity to enjoy a day just for the two of us twice, a first date had taken place, ironically, at the cliff that Stiles had fallen off and that I had barely caught him, making this moment our first real contact. If for me it was a memory that I would prefer never to remember again, for Stiles it was, on the contrary, important to celebrate it as it was the day he had regained a taste for life.

We had had a picnic worthy of Erica's favorite movies, with the red and white plaid blanket and the wicker basket filled to the brim. If sometimes her mind had gone to painful memories, I was always relieved when his gaze fell on mine and a wave of love invaded me with the simple force of his smile. We lay on the blanket until sunset before packing everything up to go to the drive-in theater in the neighboring town as he had managed to convince me to watch a rerun of the first Star Wars movie ever released in theaters.

The second date had been Stiles' long-awaited restaurant, he had quickly regretted it, I think he doesn't like my 'sourwolf' expression as he calls it, but I couldn't help it, it was way too loud for me to focus on his voice and the food tasted way too industrialized. Still, he still doesn't believe me to this day when I tell him I had a great time. If only he would understand that there is not a day that is not wonderful because he gave me the blessing of having stayed alive while his death had been announced by Lydia and very few people survive a banshee's prediction.

"What the hell are you thinking about being this far away in your mind?" Stiles asked, pressed against me in bed, making me jump.

"You, how lucky I am to have you." I admitted, bringing my lips to his forehead. "I thought you were asleep."

I smiled when Stiles' face turned pink and he buried his face in my chest. I pulled him into a hug, lifting him so that he landed on my hips and he wrapped his arms around my neck. I stole a kiss from him that he returned with the same passion as when we first met. I smiled against his lips and pulled back just enough to whisper that I loved him and like always I noticed the relief in his eyes, as if he was afraid that one day my love might crumble. This time, there's something different when he tells me he loves me back. I don't think I can describe the scent I smell coming off of him other than euphoria as he presses himself against me in a way he's never done before.

"Stiles?" I ask, wanting to make sure the signals I'm picking up aren't lying to me.

"I love you Derek. I love you and I finally feel ready. Make me yours."

I feel my heart explode in my chest and I'm in complete agreement with the wolf in me as I shift our positions, forcing my mate beneath me, my eyes glowing red so he understands what those words mean to me as I ask him if he's sure and once again he asks me to make him mine. All my senses were on alert as he began to remove my nightgown to prove to me once again what he wanted.

"If you change your mind, at any time, you just tell me okay? If you don't want me to mark you tonight, I need to know that too. I won't do anything you don't want to."

"That's exactly why I love you Derbear, I trust you and I won't change my mind, I want to tie my life to yours forever." he smiled, pulling me into a kiss that melted me and got the better of me.

I spent the next few hours making him mine over and over again, marking him at the corner of his shoulder and his neck.

I'll tell you that we lived happily ever after and had many children, but life in Beacon Hills is much more tumultuous than that isn't it?

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