The Hales

Chapter 8

It's been at least an hour and Derek isn't back yet. I'm trying to hold it together for the kids, but I'm scared for the twins. I hope they're okay.

"Scott, Jackson, I swear to god if you start fighting again you're not going to get anymore s'mores." I say for the third time.

"He started it!" They both whine. They stomp back over the campfire and plop down. I look around the circle of children. They all have to be at least 5 years old.

"Are we gonna be stuck like this forever, Stiles?" Allison asks quietly.

"I don't know Ali, but I won't stop until I find a way to fix you guys." I'll just have to figure out how the hell this happened first. Who could have done this? Dear God, please don't let there be a witch in Beacon Hills. Werewolves and hunters are quite enough thank you.

"Derek's back." Scott says a few minutes later. My head snaps towards where Derek left and there he is. There's a little boy sitting on his shoulder and another identical one holding his hand beside him. Aiden and Ethan look like they're on the verge of tears. I speed walk over to them and scan them for injuries.

"Are you two okay? What happened? Why did you leave?" I ask equally worried and relieved. Aiden hops down from Derek's shoulder to stand next to his brother. Both of their heads hang low.

"When we woke up and saw each other....we panicked. We didn't know what was going on or why we were fucking kids. So we ran..." I looked between them and then back at the rest of my pack. All of their faces hold varying levels of panic and confusion and I feel the same way.

"It's going to be okay. We're going to fix this." I tell them. All of them. "I promise." They all make their way to me and touch me in different spots. Each one making sure to have some sort of contact with me.

Derek starts to walk towards the tents and says, "Let's pack up and go home. We need to start looking for some sort of cure ASAP." The kids shuffle away slowly and I pretend not to notice that Jackson is the last one to let go of me hesitantly.

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We're just about done getting everything into the cars when Derek calls me over to one of the tents. When I walk in he's holding a shirt up to his face and his eyes are closed. "Der what are you doing? We need to go."

"Stiles whose clothes are these?" He opens his eyes to look at me, but he's deep in thought. I look around the small tent and I don't recognize the items in it. After a few minutes I'm sure my face is mirroring Derek's.

"I don't know...All the kids are accounted for. I know we aren't missing anyone." I open up a book bag and find a locked journal at the bottom of it. "Did we bring someone else along?" I ask Derek confused.

I show him the journal and it has a name written on the front of it. He seems just as lost as I am when he asks "Who the fuck is Isaac?"

Don't kill me for taking so long to update. >_< I'll try to do better. ❤