The Bravest of the Pack (Sterek)

Part thirteen

The door creaked as Derek pushed it open. He slowly walked into the dimly lit hallway of Stiles' house, the only form of light was coming in from a nearby window.

"Stiles?" Derek called out into the silent house. There was no answer, naturally. He began climbing the stairs, maybe he was in his bedroom. Derek reached the door and knocked a few times.

"Stiles? Please don't ignore me, I know what I did was stupid and I should have told you as soon as it happened. Can you at least come out here so I can apologise?" There was no answer.

He began turning the handle, but before he could walk inside he heard a loud crash. Derek pushed open the door. His blood ran cold.

A window had been completely shattered. There was also a crack in the hardwood floor which spread like veins around the place of impact.

Derek ran into the bathroom, hoping to find Stiles inside. The mirror had a hole in the centre, exposing the wall behind it. Almost as if someone had punched it so hard it had turned to dust where it was targeted.

The glass door to the shower had also been broken, little shards of glass covered the floor. Crunching under Derek's feet. He rushed back into the other room and towards the window. It was dark outside, giving no clue as to where Stiles was. Derek looked down at the windowsill, he traced his fingers over four deep grooves which were carved into the wood. The white paint had almost been torn off around them. Claw marks.

Derek was filled with panic. The lion had taken Stiles.