Mama Hale

1.17.17

Hello! Long time no see! Sorry for the long wait, I just now got time to edit, and I probably won't have much time anytime soon, because my birthday is in 10 days and I have to get everything ready for friends to come over. Also, I will have the new Jungkook story posted soon. I might also post a Stiles fanfic sometime in the next few months. As always, if anybody needs help editing or writing a story, I'm more than willing to help, just dm me or post on my account. Thanks for the patience, and enjoy the chapter!

-Recap-

"Wait. You were talking about Hunter in the past tense." He says, making me freeze. "Where is Hunter?"

"Lyrica, what happened?" Stiles asks, looking at me.

"He-He-" I take a deep breath, more tears flowing down my cheeks. "He died about two years ago. He was murdered. He died in my arms."

(Lyrica's P.O.V.)

I quickly turn and leave the room, going back to where Derek and Isaac are. Upon seeing me, tears still falling from my eyes, Derek comes closer to the bars.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asks.

"The sheriff is my father. Stiles is my half brother. And now my father has my husband who is also my mate locked in a cage. So no, I'm not okay." I say.

"Wait, how is that even possible?" Isaac asks.

"Noah had an affair twice. The first time, I was conceived." I start. "Then about five years later, he and his wife had Stiles. Then, six years after that, he had an affair with my mother again, conceiving Hunter. My mother fell in love with Noah, naming Hunter after him. She tried to go to him and tell him about us after his wife died, but he rejected her and the next day, Hunter and I ran away."

"Oh my God." Isaac gasps. "How did he not know when you guys adopted me?"

"He didn't know until I told him about my parents, Hunter, and told him my maiden name." I reply.

Before either of them can reply, we hear the sheriff shout.

"Stiles, come back!" He shouts after his son, who runs out of the station. Stiles runs straight into the woods, not caring that he could get hurt. I sigh before walking over to my biological father.

"You really screwed up, Noah." I say to him. "I could have lived without ever meeting you two. But Stiles lost a loving mother and you became a drunk. He needed someone to be there for him. We all did. And instead, you refused to let him have a step mother and siblings."

"I can't put into words how sorry I am, Lyrica." He says.

"I'm not the one you should be saying that to." I say.

"Can you please look for him? I can keep an eye on Isaac." He practically begs.

"I'm going to look for him. But not for you. I'm looking for him because he's my little brother. And you can watch Isaac. But you're doing something for me."

"I'll do anything." He instantly replies.

"Give me the keys to the holding cell and a pair of handcuffs." I say, holding my hand out.

"You know I can't do that." He protests.

"Just give them to me."

He sighs, but does it anyway. I walk back to Derek and Isaac, Noah right behind me. I open the door and grab Derek's arm, pulling him out. I walk him over to the empty sitting area, making him sit in a random chair. He gladly sits down and allows me to handcuff his wrist to the chair.