The Pack

Chapter 14: American & Mexican? Assassins?

Derek didn't like Scott McCall.
He didn't like him at all.
He kind of hated him.
He was everything he wished he was. A good person and a good Alpha.
Heck, Derek wasn't an Alpha.

But Derek knew no one deserved such fate, to slowly go out of your mind. And he knew it was his fault. It was his fault it all happened, if he had shut up and ate the dinner in peace, nothing would had gone wrong and everything would had gone right.

But it didn't and now everyone except him paid the price. And the one that was hurt was the young fox who stormed out. His feelings mixed and Derek knew it was all his fault, he felt guilty. And he hated that.

He ran out of the door, to follow the second-in-command and to know he wouldn't do anything stupid like fight off the Alpha pack.

He found Stiles in the yard of the house, his hands on his head going in circles, he didn't even bother to see who just ran out of the door. He was broken enough.

Derek approached him slowly, he was a ticking bomb and he didn't know when he was going to explode. And that was the irony, Derek described Stiles as a crazy person when he wasn't the one going crazy.

"Stiles?" Derek asked, for the first time his voice was tender and soft. "Are you okay?"

Stiles snapped, he looked at the wolf with a hatred look, the look he shot to Rafael McCall. And the wolf didn't know why it hurt so much.

"Okay?! Okay?! Are you seriously asking me if I'm okay?! Fuck! Would you be okay if they told you your sister is going to forget everything and everyone! Including yourself?!"

Derek flinched at the shouting coming from Stiles but still answered. "I know there's nothing that I can do to he-"

"No, here's where you shut it!" Stiles stopped him. "You won't do like you fucking care about Scott because you never have! If you actually cared for him, you would had treated him right, you would had been kind to him and you surely wouldn't ask questions that don't mean shit to you!"

Stiles then laughed. "You don't know anything about us not even me! You hated the idea of having a pack and you treated all my family like shit!"

Derek was getting angry himself. "Well, if your goddamn Alpha could move on-"

"Am I interrupting something?" A strange voice said.

"I think you are." Another strange voice said.

Both Stiles and Derek turned around to see the new people, Derek growled while Stiles groaned.

The first one was a man in his fifties, he had thick black hair with some gray areas, eyes almost as black as his hair, a circle beard with one or two gray hairs, his face was tired and wore, lines going all around it. He had a black suit and a expensive watch, Derek knew him from somewhere, he looked at both men and laughed.

The other man was older than him, maybe his sixties, his hair was totally gray, his eyes dark brown, he had a mustache that made him look like a creep, his face was far more tired and far more wore off than the other. However, he smiled more than the other man and he didn't wear a suit, he was in a black shirt with some gray shorts but he did have a expensive watch as well.

"Well, Mateo, what do you think of my nephew?" The first man barked a laugh.

Mateo, (Derek pressumed) looked at Stiles. He even glanced at Derek before shrugging. "Nothing out of the ordinary." Then his old eyes shone with curiousity. "But then again, you looked like a normal person, Mitch."

Stiles finally let his groan end and greeted both men. "Uncle Mitch, what do I own the pleasure?"

Derek finally placed the pieces together. That man was Mitch Rapp, the ex-director of the CIA, he saw him sometimes in TV but in the last few months it all took a dark turn. He was found guilty of treason and plotting against the president but before they could arrest him, he disappeared to God-knows-where and was declared an Enemy of the State.