To love a Werewolf

Chapter 4

I woke a couple hours later laying on Deatons exam table surrounded by the pack, including my father and Scot's mom. Everyone was looking at me with concern except Derek. Derek had his eternal bitch face on. "Oh c'mon Sourwolf you look like someone pissed in cheerios. What did uncle bad touch invade your no, no square?" Laughter erupted around the room at my words. Except maybe Peter who was glaring at me and Derek who was trying to pretend that he didn't know what humor was.

"God son how many times a day do you decide you want to give me a heart attack?" my dad said with a loving tone (at least I'm going to pretend its loving). "I don't know I'll try to keep it to a minimum of at least three a week." I musterd in a meek attempt to show him I was still my snarky sarcastic self. He fought off a smile although you could see the slight lift to the right corner of his lip.

     It takes about an hour for me to convince the pack that I'm okay and that I'm not dying. even Peter and Jackson looked concerned even though they were trying hard to conceal it. That was the thing with the pack even though most the times we bickered and faught, we still cared whether the others lived or died. Even almighty bitch face (Derek) cared.

After Deaton was assured that I wasn't going to die in the next forty minutes (although I had a killer fucking migraine) I was released and told to stay in bed for at least a day. I had a mild concussion and almost bit through my tongue but the magic I have was healing me faster. Not werewolf fast but way above average human level.

On the way home in Derek's car (because apparently I'm an invalid and can't drive myself) I seemed to be getting the silent treatment from are dear Alpha. "Did my cheerios comment really piss you off that much?" I fake gasp in surprise "is Peter actually touching your no, no square? You know they have support groups for that?"

I can practically hear his eyes roll and I could see the corner of his mouth twitch softly. "Shut up Stiles". When we finally pulled up to my house I bid farewell and walked into the house going to my room and flopping onto my bed laughing softly to myself and virtually patting myself on the back that Derek was warming up to me. What I count not getting my head slammed into a window as warming up. Even if he still told me to shut up.

About five hours later my dad comes home just as I am finishing dinner, we sit in the living room talking about everything and I can just feel how light it is and I smile a real smile for the first time in a long while in my dads presence. It's been a long time since we could stop lying to one another. At some point during a T.V. show I was not watching, I realize my dads asleep. smiling to myself I pick up the dishes taking them to the kitchen and setting them in the sink deciding to wash them tomorrow.

As I walk back into the living room I think about waking him up to take him to his bedroom but he looks so exhausted that I just throw a blanket over him turning and heading towards the stairs shutting of the lights and things as I head to my room and decided to go to sleep myself.