Love bites- Derek Hale

The Hale House

Previous: She sighed, at least Derek would be able to kill this SOB when she died.

That was Jess's last thought before Peter's hand came down and sliced her stomach open. 

Jess was not dead...That was the first thing she put together when she slowly started to wake up. 

Her entire body felt like she had been run over by a truck. Every part of her body hurt. Then she remembered, Peter and his horrific mutated face, his claw like hand coming down and slashing her stomach open, her losing consciousness. She jolted up as the images flashed through her mind. What had happened? 

A hand caught her shoulder and pushed her gently down.

As her eyes adjusted she could see the blurry outline of Derek beside her. 

"Take it easy", he demanded as she laid back down. 

She looked around and her heart beat faster as she saw the dilapidated room she was in. The smell of wet, rotting wood was evident and Jess instantly knew where she was when she saw the burnt walls. 

The Hale House. 

She cringed a little as her eyes scanned over the course wood and burnt edges around the room that was partially falling apart. How could he live in a place like this, where so much horror took place? 

Jess looked back at Derek and saw his worried expression. She suddenly remembered the incidents that had happened earlier. She furrowed her eyebrows. How was she not dead? 

Had Derek really gotten there in time to save her? 

Jess's hand shot to her stomach. She wore a long shirt that was definitely not hers and she could feel a bandage underneath. Her stomach was extremely sore and she winced in pain as she felt the bandage. 

"How?" she mused, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. 

She needed to know. She needed to know all of it and he wasn't going to get away with not telling her this time. 

Derek ran a hand through his hair. He was a wreck to say the least. Derek's emotional pain ran so deep it pained his soul. Jess laid before him in an incredibly weak state and he hated it. She was intensely pale and her eyebrows pinched together in pain whenever she moved. 

A fire burned inside of him when he thought of who was responsible. His f*cking uncle Peter. He knew exactly what Peter was doing. He wanted to expand his pack in order to get revenge. 

As Derek fought Peter in the cafe, while his mate laid on the floor bleeding out, Peter had explained. He hadn't killed Laura. 

Derek knew as soon as the words left his mouth that Peter wasn't lying. He could feel the pure anger in the way he talked about getting revenge. His uncle wanted him to join his pack and to help him team up. 

At first, the idea sounded like the worst option. His mate was bleeding out because of this stupid man. However, Derek knew he needed him. If Peter was going to be killed, he had to be killed the right way. He was still of value and Derek knew he could use him. He could use him to make a better life for him and Jess. 

Derek vowed, as he agreed to stand behind Peter, to never forgive him for hurting his mate and for changing her. He would get his revenge. He would kill Peter. 

He had picked Jess up and taken her straight to his old house. He knew she was going to go through the change. In a way, his wolf was almost happy that she was turning. Derek was mad at himself that he felt this way but it would be easier to be with her if she were just like him. 

He knew that now was the time to tell his mate everything. She needed to know exactly what he was now, because thats what she was too. 

Derek hung his head low before grabbing Jess's hand. What felt like electricity flowed through them and he tried to hide the intense emotion he felt for her. Now that he had almost lost her, he knew that it could never happen again. It would destroy him. He looked deep into her blue sad-looking eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. 

"What do you know about Werewolves?"