Unfaithful

Chapter 1: The Warning

Scott’s POV

Stiles and I are meeting after school. We have a few things to take care of back at his house. Driving to his house in his Jeep, we are talking about the high school drama floating around school and the lacrosse team. “Don’t let Jackson get to you, Scott, he’s just a little prick.” I glance at Stiles giving him a half-smile as I nod in agreement. We reach the house in no time. As I get out of the car, a familiar scent fills my nose. I shrug it off, assuming it’s my paranoia. There is no way Derek would be that stupid to be here. Stiles opens the front door and looks back at me. “What’s wrong, Scott?” “Nothing,” I reply. As soon as, I step foot inside the house, the smell hits me like a ton of bricks. I take a few deep breaths making sure I don’t jump to conclusions. Once again, the scent fills my nostrils causing my eyes to change into a deep yellow color. “Shit” is my only response. Stiles backs up from me fearing the worst. “Scott, what’s going on?” I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts. “Stiles, Derek is here. He’s in your house.” He starts panicking. “What, where, why….” he asks. “Stiles! Stiles! Calm down. The scent seems to be coming from upstairs in your bedroom.” I look over to see my friend’s face lose all color. “Stiles? We can leave if you want.” He shakes his head from side to side. “No, if we run Derek will follow us. Scott, he’s psycho.” Fear flashing in Stiles’ eyes sets me on edge. “Scott, I am going to my room to find out what he wants.” Agitation clearly seeping through is voice. Concern fills my as he walks towards the stairs.

As we reach the top step, I grab his shoulder, “No, you’re not. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He smirks at my concern. What the…? Does he think this is a game? “That’s why you, my friend, are going to be right on the other side of the door,” he proudly states. I hesitate for a few seconds while his words sink in. “Okay, let’s do this then.” Taking a step forward, I notice Stiles panicking. “Are you ready?” He takes a deep breath, looks at me, and walks backwards into this bedroom keeping his eyes on me. The door closes and I immediately creep towards the door listening for any distressing sounds. Suddenly, someone slams onto the other side of the door. Taking slow breaths, I pull back my wolf not wanting to risk anyone because I lose control. Closing my eyes, I cautiously brace myself against the wall waiting for what’s to come.

Derek’s POV

I know he will be coming home soon. Random thoughts are running through my mind as I patiently wait in Stiles’ room. Thoughts of family, friends, loss, and love fill my mind. Love, I sneered at the thought, that’s a story in itself. Breaking out of my thoughts, I catch the scent of the young male as he enters the house. His scent becomes potent as he nears the bedroom door. Stiles does not enter right away. I hear him talking to someone. I freeze, staying still trying to hear the other voice or catch the stranger’s scent. Much to my frustration, I cannot discern who the stranger is with him. Suddenly, realization flashes in my mind. The person must be a regular visitor at the house. I need to make this quick I know Scott is on his way over.

Stiles, finally, opens his bedroom door. His back faces the room as his attention is clearly on whoever he is talking to. He shuts the door and exhales a deep breath. As I stare at his back, anger rushes through me causing me to react in a primal way. I grab the front of his green coat and roughly push him into the door.

“Stiles, do you know what a mate is?” He stays still as shock washes over him. I grin, internally, as waves of fear roll off of Stiles’ body. “Well, do you?” I repeat the question, irritation seeping through my voice. “If you are asking about a wolf’s mate, then yes.” He seems lost in confusion with this particular line of questioning. “Why do you ask Derek? Do werewolves have mates to?” Ignoring his question I ask my next question. “Do you know how territorial mates can be?” Stiles nods quickly. “Yeah, sure but why are you asking me this?” My anger rises to a dangerous level with the irritating teen. I press him closer into the door as my face inches towards his. A feral snarl leaves my lips as I say, “Do. Not. Test. Me. Stiles. Just do yourself a favor and stay away from Scott for a little while.” His eyes go wide as saucers. “No.” I freeze in shock as the word registers in my brain. Come again? “What do you mean  ... no?” Shock clearly in my voice. “I said no. Do you want me to say it in Spanish. No” He smiles proudly at his new found bravery. Slightly taken back, I glare into his eyes and a low warning growl escapes my lips. I release the teen from my hold. I need to leave before I rip his throat out. I start walking to the bedroom window. I turn to look at Stiles before jumping out of his window and say “you’ve been warned.”

Stiles’ POV

I look down when I hear Derek’s warning. Who does he think he is telling me who I can or cannot be friends with? Shaking my head, I look up to find that he is already gone. Scott opens the door. “I guess you heard, huh?” He looks around the room before answering. “Yeah, WTF was that all about?” he asks. Disbelief is clearly in his eyes. “I can’t believe that Derek would do this.” I shrug my shoulders not knowing what to say. “I told you he’s unstable, Scott.” He nods his head agreeing with me. “Man, just forget him. He’s all bark and no bite. I so don’t buy that intimidation bullshit that he pulls,” I firmly state, willing myself to believe my words. I hope. Even, I don’t believe my own lie. He looks at me, concern seeping through his eyes, “Stiles are you okay?” Peachy, he doesn’t believe me either. Trying to play it off, I smirk at my best friend. “Yeah, Scott being threatened by an overgrown dog, interestingly enough doesn’t bother me that much anymore.” Scott studies my eyes for a minute before giving me a half-smile. I glance at my friend and allow myself to relax for the rest of the day.