Covet // Sterek

3 // Sheriff Stilinski

Elara woke up in a cold sweat, she looked around finally realising she was in her new room. She sighed getting up and making her way to her dad's bed. When she reached it, she crawled under the duvet, immediately feeling a sense of security. Her dad, even though in a deep sleep, wrapped his arm around her. She stared at the new unrecognisable ceiling, trying to memorises the way the building had been placed together, it was yet another way of trying to keep calm in a time that she may feel panicked. It wasn't unusual for the teenager to sleep with her dad after a nightmare, she'd never experienced sleeping with anyone else in any other way, and she'd always ended up with her dad after a nightmare but she never grew out of it.

"You're a creature of habit huh?" El jumped, lifting her head to see Peter standing in front of the lift.

"Do have nightmares often?" Peter asked in a hushed voice, Elara nodded softly. Peter was confused about his great niece, well first because he didn't know she was a real person until a few hours ago and second because of what Derek had said.

"What are they about?" Peter asked nonchalantly, Elara stood up and left her dad, following Peter to the couch. There, they sat awkwardly, Peter trying to suss out his niece.

"Wolves. Usually just one but sometimes I think there are different types of them." El began, Peter nodded generally feeling interested in what she had to say.

"What do you mean?" he asked gently, El felt nervous as she thought about it, making her even more afraid.

"Some of them were grey, others brown or black and their eyes were either blue, red or yellow." Elara muttered, Peter nodded, reaching over to gently touch her shoulder. Elara let him, smiling softly as she felt her nerves slowly level out.

"It's really cool that I have an uncle, especially a great one." Elara laughed lightly."And you have an auntie but she lives in South America. Did your dad not tell you about Cora?" Peter asked and Elara shook her head.

"What do you know?"

"I'm an only child, my dad is Derek Hale, my mother Braeden Hale (a/n: Elara was told her dad and Derek were married. They were not. It was just what he told her so she couldn't search her up and find out she was basically an assassin.) died when I was four and my dad came from a place called Beacon Hills and we lived in a town called Thyme falls." Elara told her great uncle, he nodded before looking back up at her.

"So you don't know the fire?" Elara shook her head, looking worriedly at Peter before whispering the words, "What fire?"

Derek had woken up when he felt Elara leave his bed and decided to stay awake, listening to Peter. This point in the conversation made him sit up.

"Peter." He warned, getting up and walking over to his daughter, he put his hand on her shoulder. "She needs to hear it from me. You had no right even asking her about it!" Derek exclaimed at his uncle. He nodded standing up and leaving the father and daughter alone.

"Dad, what fire?" Elara asked, Derek sat as his daughter stood. He took her hand in his.

"The fire that killed my family...our family. I was at school with my sister Laura-"

"Sister? Dad, I thought you didn't have any siblings, Peter told me about Cora but-"

"Hold on Honey." Derek said, putting his hands on both of her shoulders, she kept quiet while listening to her dad. "My mother, Talia," Elara's eyes widened as Talia was her middle name and she finally found the link. "died in the fire along with seven other members. Peter was caught in it but managed to escape, along with Cora. Laura and I were both in school, so we survived. Laura was later murdered," Derek glared at Peter who stood shameful in the corner. "and I drove Cora to South America before you were born, I haven't seen her since." Derek explained, Elara sat down, her hands in her lap as she sighed.