The Hales

Chapter 6

Stiles POV

This is a disaster.

Absolutely nothing has gone right and I am so ready to go home. It started with the packing. Everyone went into a frenzy to pack what they wanted and there was a lot of fighting. Jackson stole Scott's favorite hat, Allison had borrowed a pair of Erica's boots and lost them, and the twins kept taking each other's clothes. On top of that, Lydia decided to bring her entire make-up collection and closet.

Derek just got more and more annoyed. I really should have seen this coming.

After everyone finally got their shit together, we piled into the cars. Me, Derek, Isaac, Lydia, and Aiden were in my Jeep. Jackson, Danny, Ethan, Boyd, and Erica were in Jackson's new Dodge Charger and Allison and Scott took Scott's dirt bike. They couldn't decide on music either. Lydia wanted to hear pop music but Derek threatened to break the radio. Isaac wanted to listen to oldies but Aiden didn't want to so then they were arguing and I could see Derek getting more and more angry.

When we finally got to the campsite the pups were still bickering and being mean to each other. Eventually we all sat around a campfire that I made. No one was speaking so I busted out the marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. Nothing says family camping trip like some smores. Everyone started to loosen up and I thought I had brought the pack together again with my super smores powers. I really did.

But then Scott accidently knocked Jackson's marshmallow in the fire. Which made Jackson throw a marshmallow at him but Scott ducked and it hit Lydia. She thought Erica had done it so...

Hell broke loose.

Everyone was throwing marshmallows or fighting and I was too stunned to do anything but watch them all. Then suddenly there was a loud, furious growl and everyone just froze.

And that's how we got here. All the pups are sitting on the ground with their heads down getting chewed out by their alpha. Derek is pissed. He's pacing back and forth yelling at them all and they all deserve it. This was supposed to be a Pack Trip but none of them were acting like a pack. They were acting like children. I should go stop Sourwolf before he kills them all though.

I walk up to him and touch his arm. "Der that's enough. Let them go to bed and think about what they've done."

"Fine." he says. He throws one last look at them all before stalking to our tent. All of them start to get up but I stop them.

"I know you guys hate being treated like children,but if you're gonna act like children you'll be dealt with that way." I look each of them in the eyes before I turn towards the tent. "Good night guys." A chorus of good nights follow me inside the tent.

Derek is already stripping for bed and I immediately blush. Damn him and his sexy Sourwolf body. I quickly turn around and begin stripping for bed too. "Are you okay Stiles?" I hear him ask. I turn around to answer and find him standing there in only his boxers. Oh my, how delicious... Focus Stiles.

"Yea. Yea I'm fine. I'm great. How are you?" I manage to get that out without drooling over him.

"I'm pissed at the pups," he says and then he walks over to me, "but I'm happy to be here with you." Be still, my pounding heart!

"I'm happy to be here with you too Der." I peck his lips and smile at him. His eyes flash red and he drags me to our sleeping bag. I love cuddling with my Sourwolf. His body heat puts me right to sleep.

Derek's POV

I don't know what time it is but sometime later that night I wake up to Stiles talking in his sleep. He's muttering something in another language. Is that Latin? I didn't know he knew Latin. He stops talking and goes on sleeping like nothing happened. Weird. I kiss his forehead and go back to sleep myself. I'm sure that was nothing....