A Place to Hide Away- Sterek

Interrogation, Tracking, and Horcruxes

Hey guys, I hope you liked the previous chapter. It was the scene that I knew that I wanted to write since the beginning of this fic, because it's beautiful. I don't know. Everything after this is probs gone seem lackluster cuz I've reached what I wanted to write lol. (and everyone knows that fanfic authors like me mostly write for ourselves LMAO)
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          "So if Talia took Genim's memories, that would explain why he doesn't remember anything, because even if he was at the age he knew you all, his being doesn't have the memories to bring forth." Merlin nodded, blinking in surprise as he leaned back in his seat. "What do werewolves do with the memories? Some creatures eat them, or store them and use them to power weapons, but I've never heard of werewolves doing that."

          "It's not really something to be done with. It's just something we can do. And the memories can usually be restored if the claws of the Alpha that took them are still preserved." Derek cast a questioning glance at Peter who nodded at the silent question.

          "Talia's claws are in the attic, in a locked box to which only the Hale Alpha can open." Peter finally let a smile out, and the room's atmosphere lifted.

          "So what are we waiting for? Let's go get Stiles and give him back his memories." Erica said, excitedly turning to Boyd who gave a glance to Derek. The Alpha was already putting on his leather jacket and grabbing his keys from the key holder. "Let's call Scott, and meet him at the Sheriff's house. He probably had his memories suppressed as well."

        

          Merlin and Arthur watched them bustle around, getting ready to go when the door opened and a half-shifted Scott came through the door. The werewolf pushed Derek against the wall, letting out hate-filled snarls.

          "I can't find Stiles." He growled around a mouthful of canines. "I left him at his dad's house so they could eat dinner together. But I called because I left my backpack there, and the Sheriff didn't answer, which was tipped me off because he always answers his phone, and when I went to go see them, they weren't there. They weren't there, so where the fuck are they, Derek?"

          The Alpha werewolf looked at him with equal concern and flipped them around, pinning Scott to that wall as his eyes flashed red.

          "You lost them?" Derek said, his voice steely. "Even though you knew that you were the only pack member that Stiles trusts and would stay with, and you left them? Alone?"  Scott blinked, his eyes fading back to normal.

          "Wait, they're not with you?" Scott brought out his puppy eyes and Derek let him go. "Then... where are they?"

          Peter knew that there wouldn't be anything that they could do from the house and grabbed the keys from Derek's clawed hands.

          "Everyone, head to Genim's house and we'll go from there. If they are nearby, we'll be able to track them." Peter turned to Derek whose face held barely concealed worry. "And if something has happened to them, well, let's just say no one messes with family." The promise of murder bled into his words.

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          "This doesn't have to be difficult, Stiles," Gerard said with a placating voice, although the grim set of his mouth suggested otherwise. "Just tell me what you know about the Hale Pack and I can let your father go."