The Pack

Chapter 37: Little Wolf & His Dad.

Five years later...

Derek Hale was torn. He did not know what to do. It was all new to him, the problems the pack had encountered where little compared to this and usually, Stiles solved them by talking and being civil. But this was not the case, Liam had been trained by the same wolves who killed Scott, who the Hell knows what he learnt? They tried to end it in the nice way but what Liam was asking was practically impossible.

Derek wasn't sure of anything at the moment than he would not give up Nick. That was for sure. He knew Stiles thought the same and it gave him a weird sense of comfort. But it didn't last long. Stiles still wanted to end this peacefully but Derek was sure Liam wanted blood to be spilled so, why not give it to him?

But every time Stiles flashed those red eyes of his, Derek could see Scott McCall in them. It was weird, he knew. But he just saw him. Just like he saw his father on the red eyes of his mother. He figured it was just his mind playing with him but he wondered why it played with those memories. He barely knew Scott McCall too call him a fond memory, he gave his life for him and Derek would be forever in debt with him but that was that.

His father had died when he was young. Yet, he remembered a lot of stuff they used to do. However, each time he remembered, hate and rage consumed him. He felt angry towards the men who took that away from him. His father died alone, probably in a lot of pain and he wasn't there. That was enough to make his blood boil.

"You've grown. How time has gone by."

Derek snapped out of his thoughts but stayed like a statue. The living room was empty, the pack had gone out. No one was supposed to be there and even if someone had entered, it wasn't that voice that should be heard. That voice had died long ago.

"Little Wolf, why are you so shocked?"

The voice was his. It was longer, tired and older but it was his. The tone, the words, it was all his. All of it. It was his.

"I-I don't know." Derek admitted.

The voice chuckled like an old wise grandfather. It had that vibe. "You don't know how many times I told the same thing to myself, your mother and the world."

Tears fell upon Derek's cheek as he shook his head.

"Why are you crying, Little Wolf?" The voice showed concern.

"I don't know." He said again.

"Hey, hey, come on and look at me."

"I really don't want to."

"Son, look at me."

Derek turned and looked up. His hands were shaking and his eyes were filled with tears. The man in front of his was old, about the age of his mother maybe one year older, his hair was grey and white in some parts just like his beard. He had wrinkles and lines from the age and he wore some glasses. But his eyes and smile, they were the same. The same he had known sixteen years ago.

"If you call me old I will punch you, you're old enough." He joked.

"D-dad?" Derek breathed out. "How, why, how?"

"A friend of mine told me you were having some problems. He is a great guy and he protected you guys like I told him long ago. I bet you know him. His name was Scott McCall?"