Snow in November

Chapter 13:Acting

Stiles woke to banging on the front door. He jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs, pulling the door open and squinting out into the early morning sunlight.

Once he finally was able to see he froze, "Deputy Sanders? What are you doing here?" he asked confused as he walked into the kitchen where his father should have been sitting drinking his morning coffee and reading the paper.

"Dad?" he called out, but received no answer. He turned back to Sanders with a panicked expression, "Sanders...wheres my dad?" he asked in a hush voice.

Sanders gave him a heartbreaking stare, "Stiles I'm sorry but..well we're not really sure. He never came back from patrol this morning and when we went out to look for him all we found was his car. We're searching the forest now but.."Sanders made to walk towards him, but Stiles backed up.

"No..NO! This is not happening, he's the only one I have left! You can't do this to me, you have to find him! please.." he sobbed as he fell to his knees.

Sanders was there in an instant, wrapping his arms around him while he sobbed.

Upstairs Peter sat on the bed smiling. He couldn't believe how well Stiles was doing. After a few more minutes of crying he heard Stiles tell Sander to go...to please find his father for him as he shoved him out the door.

Sanders promised they would find him and for Stiles to stay home today just in case his father showed up at the house.

Stiles was smiling when he walked back into his bedroom, "Was that believable enough?" he asked with a smirk. Peter nodded, returning his own smile. "That was amazing, I think you should be an actor!" he chuckles out.

Stiles laughs aloud, "And the Oscar goes to..." he mumbled out, bringing his lips to Peters.

After rolling around for a few minutes Stiles rolled off the bed, "As much fun as this is, I'm starving. I don't think I've ever been this hungry before." he said as his stomach rumbled and Peter laughed.

"Come on pup, let's go down stairs and I'll fix you a breakfast fit for a wolf." he said smirking as he walked from the bedroom.

After cooking pretty much all the eggs, bacon and bread in the house, they sat down to eggs, bacon and french toast.

Stiles wasted no time in shoveling food in to his mouth and swallowing. Peter starred at him, not even sure if he was even chewing his food.

Once his plate was clean he leaned back against his chair with a warm smile, "Is this how hungry you guys always are, because damn. Now I kinda feel bad for all the food cracks I made." he said with a frown.

Peter huffed out a laugh, "No actually, your a brand new wolf so you need a bit more food at the moment. You'll only be like this for maybe a week but after that you will be like the rest of us. Which I guess isn't that much better but o well."

"Is it bad that i wish they would just find his body already so that I can leave this fucking house?"

Peter chuckled, "No, it's your wolf. You don't like being coped up in a place you don't feel comfortable in. How about we go start getting things you want to bring together?

Stiles nodded and followed Peter from the kitchen.

Across town in the middle of the forest stood the deputies. They were surrounding the sheriffs mutilated body.

"How the hell are we suppose to tell Stiles that the only other family he had is dead?" Sanders said shaking.

They all looked like they were going to be sick, one deputy was already bent over a tree. "Stupid fucking mountain lions! I hope that thing walked off and died from the shot he fired." Sanders muttered as he pulled out his phone to call in a team.