The Pack

Chapter 2: Sourwolf & Stiles.

"What the Hell was that?!" Stiles yelled to Scott once in their room. Scott shrugged, not paying attention.

"Scott McCall, you won't ignore me and space out like you do every goddamn time with someone else!" Stiles shook the Alpha. This one groaned and ran his hair with his hands.

"What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry? Well, I can say it but I can't mean it."

"For God's sake, Scott. We are trying to fit in and you're acting like a jerk. Don't think that I don't know about you always interrupting my conversations with Derek Hale." Stiles groaned.

"Want to talk to him? Do it when you are part of his pack, not mine, alright?" Scott spat out. "There's something out there trying to find me and kill me, I am trying so hard to find what is it and none of you are helping!"

"We try! We try to help you but how when you never tell us this things! Talk to your father about it, this stupid feud of yours has lasted long enough. You can't be mad at him forever." Stiles said softly.

Scott snorted. "Talk to that asshole? Have you forgotten that is his bite that made me this? That made you that? That did all of this?! He bit me without my consent or my mother's and then, he leaves to bit other teenagers and ruin their lives! Why would I want to ask help from him?!"

"He's your father, after all, Scott. He's the one that made you a True Alpha, admit that there's good things out of all this, there's positive things to look forward. I mean, Isaac's nightmares are getting better and Liam's anger is getting the proper control. Regression to the mean, Scott."

"Fine, I'm actually sorry for what happened in the kitchen. I will try my best to be in a good mood and have the best behavior you'll see when it's the time for the dinner." Scott gave his goofy smile.

"Behave like you did when you ate for the first time in Allison's home." Stiles's regretted those words once they left their mouth.

Scott fake laughed, his eyes with pain.

"Scott, I'm so so-"

"No, it's okay. It's true, I behaved very well that time. Good example, good one." Scott cut off Stiles.

"It's all my fa-"

"No, it is not. You were dying as well, she knew what the danger was. I knew it as well, it was never your fault, if we're blaming someone, it's me. My fault. Now, I don't want to hear more of it." He said and then yawned.

"What was the last time you slept?" Stiles asked, concerned clearly on his voice.

"When did Derek give me that black eye?" Scott answered.

"Two weeks ago."

"That's the last time I slept because he knocked me out." Scott laughed at the memory.

"You sleep. I'll do other things." Stiles gave his smile full of mischief.

Scott was way too tired to try to stop Stiles, he slummed into the bed with all of his clothes and gave a look at the fox. "I swear to God, Stiles, I see you and Derek Hale together, I'll kill him and then kill you."

Stiles gave a nod and turned to the door. "Then it's a good thing you won't see me with him, little wolf." And skipped to find the Sourwolf that made him feel happy.

And he found him in the living room, looking at the family photos with his grumpy look. "Sourwolf, looking at your photos?" Stiles teased while he sat next to him.

Derek growled and moved away from the hyperactive fox, but his wolf wanted otherwise. "What do you want, Stilinski?" He spat out.

"Nothing at all, I'm bored as hell. There's nothing to do, I wish the dinner would already start." Stiles answered and pouted like a little kid.