Mama Hale

2.5.29

Here's the long awaited update. Sorry it took so long, a bunch of shit happened and it got put off. But here it is now. Also, I know in the beginning of the story I talked briefly about Lyrica and Derek's marks, but completely ignore that and go off of what I say in this chapter and future chapters.

-Recap-

"I'm cool with helping."

"Alright." I chuckle, pulling out a second pen. Isaac comes around the desk and pulls up the second wheeled chair for teachers, sitting beside me. I give him half the papers and set the answer key in between us. "Here you go. Let me know if you need help."

(Lyrica's P.O.V.)

The rest of the day goes by quickly and before I know it, I'm back in my classroom for detention. Isaac is sitting in my chair on his phone while I do stuff around the room and Stiles sits at a desk, resting his head on his hand and glaring straight ahead. Eventually, I feel his stare move to my back and I hear his heart start beating faster.

"Stiles, I can feel you glaring." I say and Isaac looks up from his phone. "And I can hear your heart. What's up?"

"I have a question." Stiles states as I turn around to look at him.

"And I have an answer." I reply with a shrug.

"When you first turned." He starts. "Was there anything in particular that you were drawn to?"

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Like, when Scott first turned, he was drawn to Allison. Nothing else mattered to him. It was entirely Allison. Allison this, Allison that."

"I suppose there wasn't really anything at first." I shrug. "I was focused on controlling myself and keeping Hunter safe. And figuring out what my mark meant."

"What do you mean? What mark?"

"The one at the base of my neck. The triskele with initials."

"I thought that was just a tattoo!" Stiles exclaims and Isaac and I laugh.

"No, Stiles." Isaac says. "It's her mate mark. It showed up the day she was turned into a werewolf."

"Wait, I'm confused." Stiles sighs, leaning back in his seat. "What does a mate mark mean?"

"Mates are incredibly rare, Stiles." I say, sitting on my desk. "So to make sure they find each other, a mark appears somewhere on their body when they're turned into a werewolf. If they're bitten, it shows up as soon as the bite heals, exactly where the bite once was. If they were born, it shows up on their first full moon. The mates both have identical marks. That's how Derek and I found each other. He saw my mark one day."

"Wait, what are the initials?" Isaac asks.

"The initials of everyone in our family." I smile. "Derek is D.H., I'm L.H., you're I.H."

"What about the other two? H.H. and the other L.H.?"

"I always thought the H.H. was supposed to be Hunter. But from everything I've seen or heard, the initials are only for living family members. And Hunter's gone. He died in my arms and we buried him. Not to mention that his last name is Wisconsin."

"What about the other L.H.?" Stiles asks, obviously saddened about Hunter.

"I'm not sure. I can only think it'll be another story like Isaac's."

"What do you mean, Mom?" Isaac asks.

"Your initials were always on my mark because you've been alive since I turned, even if you were just a baby. I think that's the case with the second L.H. I have a feeling that we'll end up adopting someone else. Maybe two other people, which would explain the H.H."

"So you really weren't drawn to anything until Derek?" Stiles asks.

"No. When we turn, our emotions are heightened along with our senses. So if Lydia is turning, she's most likely acting on fear. Based on the scream before she disappeared, that is. She could also be searching for something to help dissipate that fear." I say, checking the time. "Detention is over. You can get out of here."

"Thank you, Lyrica." Stiles shouts, rushing out of the school.

"Come on, Isaac. Let's head home." I say and we gather our stuff before leaving.

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Isaac and I get home, and the first thing we do is kick off our shoes. I let out a sigh of relief as I'm finally out of those heels, and Isaac drops his lacrosse bag on the floor with a loud thud. I chuckle as he rubs his shoulder.

"Long day, I assume." Derek asks, coming into the room.

"That's an understatement." I laugh, walking up to hug him. "Remind me to never offer to cover Harris' classes again."

"Will do." Derek laughs and I hear Isaac chuckle. I groan loudly when my phone starts ringing from inside my bag. I pull away from Derek and dig through the bag to find my phone. I frown at the caller ID, but answer it nonetheless.

"What do you want?" I ask, still not happy with my biological father.

"Where are you at the moment?" He asks.

"Home with my son and husband. Why?"

"Do you think you could do me a favor and come to the graveyard where Isaac works? I just caught Stiles and Scott spying on the closed funeral of Kate Argent, and I need someone to take them home."

"Yeah. I'll be there in 20 minutes." I hang up the phone and run my fingers through my hair, annoyed. "I've got to head out. I'm gonna go change and then I'll be on my way. Will you guys be alright here without me?"

"Yeah, we'll be alright." Derek answers and I nod my head. I go upstairs and quickly change before leaving after the boys reassure me that they'll be alright.

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I reach the graveyard and follow the scents of Scott and Stiles, finding them in the back of a police car with the sheriff in the front seat. When he sees me walk up, he exits the car and walks up to me.

"Thank you again for doing this, Lyrica. I know you had other things to do and you probably want nothing to do with these two-"

"Believe it or not, I care about Stiles." I cut him off. "I may not have known him long, but he's my brother. He's family. Nowadays, I don't have much of that."

"Understood." Noah says, catching the underlying meaning behind my words. That he's never going to be my father and I'll never forgive him. He soundlessly walks over and lets Scott and Stiles out of the car.

"Come on, Boys. I'm taking you both home." I grab them by their collars in mock anger, dragging them to the Impala. I shove them in the backseat before getting behind the wheel and driving off. It's silent for a few until we're far enough away from the graveyard. "Alright, where are we going?"

Edit: May 13, 2020. My cat snores so freaking loud. It's adorable.