Covet // Sterek

13 // Magic kisses

Stiles spent the next few days toying with the idea of telling Elara. He was nervous of how she would react; would it change anything? Would she be in more danger if she knew?

They were out in the woods again and this time she was hitting the target every time. Adam didn't want to help anymore and Stiles understood that but he didn't think telling her dad is a werewolf, while she had a gun in her hand, on his own, was a good idea.

"Brilliant, I think you're ready." Stiles grinned handing her an assault rifle, again she hit the target, even ones that Stiles threw up in the air, classing them as moving. When he looked at her as she seriously switched between guns, he saw Braeden, when she turned and smiled at him, he saw Derek.

"You're so much like your parents." Stiles admitted as he helped pack away the guns. Elara just smiled back, not knowing what to say because right now she missed them both like hell. They got into Stiles' sheriff car, as his jeep was still in for repairs, and drove home, when Elara got into her room Michael was already in there. She almost screamed but he quickly grabbed her, smacking his hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened and he used his other one to cup her cheek. When she relaxed, he removed his hand, pressing his lips to hers. She giggled as his hands found their way up her top, tracing patterns into her tanned skin.

"El, can I come in?" Elara pushed herself off Michael, telling him to get under the bed. Silently and quickly, he did.

"Just a minute." Elara called, straightening herself up and opening the door.

"Yeah, Stiles, this isn't a good time. I think I've got a headache from all the shooting." Elara lied, holding her head in her hands.

"I need to talk to you. I'm sorry but if I don't do it now, I won't be able to do it later." Stiles said, Elara gave in, opening the door so he could sit on the bed with her.

"Right," Stiles muttered, taking her hands in his. "This is going to be hard to understand but I need to tell you, for us to find your dad." Stiles said, Elara wasn't really listening because all she could think about was her boyfriend, hiding under her bed.

"So, your dad, Scott, Uncle Peter, Adam, Naomi aren't normal people. They're werewolves." Stiles blurted out. Elara started laughing and expected Stiles and Michael to at least snigger but they didn't. That's when she realised he was being serious.

"What?"

*****

Derek laid on his makeshift mattress, made from a load of pillows. He had a thin blanket over him, but he didn't need much heat. He had his hands behind his head as he thought about being back home. He missed his daughter, Stiles, Scott. Everyone. He missed them all like crazy.

"What you thinking about?" Derek turned looking at Peter, who was sitting in the corner. He offered to help them get Scott immediately, so Derek refused to talk to him but didn't know if it was just a cover.

"Elara." Derek lied, his thoughts were mainly on Stiles, they always had been recently.

"Don't lie to me. Does he have brown hair and brown eyes?" Peter laughed. Derek rolled his eyes, turning over so he didn't have to look at his uncle.

"It was so obvious. You were obsessed with him. Pushing him around, saving his ass before thinking about your own life. If you hadn't run away from your feelings, you could have been with him. You wouldn't have had the kid and-" Derek cut him off with a growl.

"She's your weakness." Peter muttered. "If you could bring back our family or give up your daughter, which would you choose?"

"Shut your mouth. It's called love, something you lack." Derek spat, Peter merely laughed at his nephew's tired attempts at hurting him.