I know

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It was Derek. I hadn't seen him since we broke up. We locked eye contact.  He looked shocked that I was here. I turned around and looked at dad. "What did he do?"

"It's uh- a long story." He said. I raised my eyebrow. "It's a good thing  i'll be here all day." I say trying to get him to let me stay and help.

"Nope. I know you haven't even started unpacking yet." I was shocked that he even knew that. "Wha- how did you know?" I ask. "Because you're my daughter and Stiles called." I couldn't no help but smile. "Well you better get back home and start unpacking." He said while pointing at me.

I said my goodbye and kissed his cheek. I looked at Derek one more time. We made eye contact and I waved. He waved back. I smile while leaving the sheriffs station.

I decided to stop by a little coffee stop. I used to hangout with my friends in high school here. I got my coffee and headed home. I really didn't feel like unpacking. I pull in my driveway.

I walked in seeing Stiles and Scott sitting in the living room. I go upstairs to my room. It looked the same as I left it.

I decided to get rid of my old stuff that didn't fit me or that I wasn't in to anymore. I put it some boxes and went downstairs.

I over heard Scott and Stiles talking about the full moon. "What about the full moon?" I asked wanting to know what they were talking about."Oh uh-I."

Before Stiles could finish Scott interrupt. "We have a project over the full moon." he said. I knew they were lying but I didn't say anything.

"Uh okay." I say while putting the boxes on the kitchen counter. "What's that?" Stiles asked. "Just some old stuff that I don't need anymore." I say as Stiles shot up towards me.

"Really? You love One direction." Stiles said shocked that I was getting rid of it. "Uh well I used to." I say as he puts the One direction poster back into the boxes.

"I'm going to go finish unpacking." I say. Stiles nodded his head. I headed upstairs. I started on the boxes on my bed. I put some pictures from my old life on the dresser.

I saw so many portraits of my family and friends. But one caught my eye. It was me and Derek on a date. We dated senior year and broke up after the fire.

I hate to admit it but I miss him. A few hours went by. I just finished unpacking the rest of my clothes. While I was hanging up my last shirt I heard a tap on my window. I jumped scared. I turn my head to see who was tapping on my window.

It was Derek. I walked to the window opening it for him. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were arrested." I say shocked. "They let me go. But I didn't know you were coming back in town." He said. He climbed into my room.

" I wanted to see my family but why are you in town?" I asked. "Uh." He said clearing his throat ." Laura died." He said. "Oh my- uh i'm so sorry to hear that."
I say putting my hand on his arm. "It's okay,  but uh- Fae I need to tell you something." He said.

"Anything." I say as he sighed. " Stiles might know about werewolf's." My eyes widened. "What? So does Scott right?" I ask. "Well actually he is one." He said. You have got to be kidding me right now.

I sighed."Does he know how to control it?" Derek sits on my bed. "Not really but he hasn't killed anyone yet. But he did hurt someone.He said. "Are they okay?" I asked worried. "Um actually someone broke in and killed the guy." He said.

"Oh my. Does Scott know? Is he okay?" I start pacing back and forth."Scott does know and I think he is okay." he said while sighing. I could sense him not telling me something but I choose not to say anything. I sat next to him.

"Look Derek." I say but before I could say anything he interrupted. " I know." I look surprised not knowing what he meant. "What do you mean?" I ask. " I know you're a werewolf. An omega." He stood up walking closer to me.

I look down. "Hey, it's okay I know it wasn't your fault." He said. The sound of his voice was calming. I move my face closer to his. He followed my move. Our faces almost touched each others. Before we could do anything we heard a knock.

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