The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Visionary

Y/n's POV

"Why do you care where he is?" Cora asked both Stiles and I. The two of us were trying to find out where Derek was. After he had been forced to kill Boyd, he went into hiding. And we needed his help to defeat the darach.

"Why do I care? Let's see. Because over the last few weeks, my best friends' have tried to kill themselves, Scott's boss nearly got ritually sacrificed, a girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed, and Boyd was killed by alphas," Stiles listed off. "Do you want me to keep going? Because I can, all right? For, like, an hour." 

"I think she gets it," I tell Stiles. "We just thought that since he's the one everyone seems to be after, it's more like he should do something about it. Does that make sense?" 

"Listen, there's something different about him now. He wasn't like this when we knew him," Cora pointed out. 

"What was he like?" Stiles questioned.

"A lot like Scott, actually," Peter answered and descended the stairs in the loft. "A lot like most teenagers. Unbearably romantic, profoundly narcissistic, tolerable really only to other teenagers." 

"So then what happened? What changed him?" I push. 

"The same thing that changes a lot of young men. A girl," Peter shared. 

I scoffed. "Really? Derek's a brooding jerk all because some teenage girl broke his heart? That's pathetic."

"Do you remember Derek before he was an Alpha? How he had blue eyes? Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes?" Peter quizzed. 

"I just always thought it was, like, a genetic thing," Stiles figured. 

"If it was genetic then Cora would have blue eyes too," I put forth. "Unless the trait was recessive. But Peter also has blue eyes, and the chances of two people only one generation apart sharing a rare recessive trait is, well, rare."

"If you want to know what changed Derek, you need to know what changed the color of his eyes," Peter declared and began telling us a story. There was a girl named Paige, and she played the cello. Her and Derek were in the same grade in high school, and when they first met, she hated him.

"Okay, so if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he? How old were you? How old are you now?" Stiles posed. 

"Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think," Peter responded. 

"Okay, that was frustratingly vague," Stiles spoke and turned to Cora. "How old are you?" 

"I'm 17," Cora replied. "Well, 17 how you'd measure in years." 

Stiles sighed. "All right, I'm just gonna drop it. What happened to Derek and the cello girl?" 

"What do you think happened? They were teenagers. One minute, it's I hate you don't talk to me. The next, it's frantic groping in any dark corner they could manage to find themselves alone for five minutes. Their favorite dark corner was an abandoned distillery outside of Beacon Hills," Peter explained. 

"Sadly, that's true," I confirm. "I mean, I hated Isaac for a while. But then something changed, and suddenly we just clicked. Now we can barely keep our hands to ourselves when we're together."

"Yeah, now I won't be able to get that image out of my mind," Stiles confessed and cringed. "Thanks for that."

"Whatever. Look, Peter, you're a good storyteller. I'm thrilled. Really. But lets speed this whole thing up," I request. "What happened between Derek and Paige?"

"Derek always wanted to be with her. The thing was, he had this constant fear. He was obsessing over it, thinking about it all night, all day, always on his mind. So, I proposed an idea to Derek. If Paige were a werewolf, they could be together forever. Ennis, from the Alpha Pack, had just lost one of his members, and he needed a new one, so I suggested that he get someone young and full of life. I suggested he bite Paige. However, when he did, the bite didn't take. Derek held her when she died, and in her last moments, he killed her to save her the pain. Taking an innocent life takes something from you as well. A bit of your soul, darkening it, dimming the once brilliant, golden yellow to a cold, steel blue. Like mine," Peter finished off and flashed his eyes at us.

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"What's this look on your face?" Cora implored and glanced over at Stiles.

Stiles frowned. "What look?"

"The kind of look that makes me want to punch you," Cora stated.

"Oh, my god. You are so Derek's sister. I forgot," Stiles breathed out.

"So what is with the look?" Cora repeated.

"Stiles and I are just having a hard time believing Peter," I reveal. "I don't know how to really explain it, but I'll try. In Ms. Blake's class, we're reading Heart of Darkness, and it's in first person, narrated by Marlow. The thing is, he's an unreliable narrator. You know the details of it have changed just because of his perspective."

"Well, then we heard the story from Peter's perspective," Cora brought up.

"Right, and Y/n and I don't think we got the whole story," Stiles said.

"So, what, are you just gonna ask Derek about the girl he fell in love with and then killed?" Cora inquired.

"If I have to, yeah," Stiles exhaled.