Derek ran back to his old house, slowing down and stopping at the front door. As he thought about Stiles, he let out a growl. Why was he so drawn to Stiles? He was nothing but a human. Humans are fragile. He should not feel this way towards him. He shook his head and opened the door.
"Then why did I kiss him?" He asked himself, walking into the fallen apart house. He sighed, thinking about when his house used to be nice. He missed having his family around. Now he had nothing of his family but a memory that was slipping from his mind. He walked through the house, looking at all the photos that had broken and shattered and gathered dust that he just didn't want to deal with. He slowly went to one room that had survived the fire; His sister's room. He went in and looked around, sighing as he laid down on the old bed. He closed his eyes and soon found himself falling into a deep sleep.
Stiles opened his eyes, looking around his room that was pitch black. He sighed and sat up, looking out the window that had been left open. As the moon hung up in the sky, he thought of Derek and the kiss. He blushed and moved his hands to his lips as he closed his eyes again, sighing, knowing Derek didn't like him. He looked down at the forest that lined across the street when he saw four pairs of eyes glaring up at him. He stared at the eyes as he backed away from the window, hitting the wall. He heard howls and he looked down, shaking his head. "What does this mean?" He whispered quietly to himself. He waited a minute to move back to the window and looked out, not seeing the eyes staring up into his room. He looked around his room and grabbed his phone, laying on the bed. He dialed Scott's number and waited for him to answer.
"Uhm S-Stiles, you know it's like, geez, two o'clock in the morning?" He said tiredly as he laid in bed.
"Scott, I know it's early, but I just saw four pairs of eyes looking up into my room." He said, a little panicked.
"It was just kids, Stiles." He said, wanting to go back to sleep.
"No! These eyes were red, Scott." He said, still looking down at the forest, hoping the eyes didn't return.
"Then it was a dream, because there's only one guy I know of that has red eyes, and that's Derek." He said, hanging up the phone.
Stiles looked down at the forest, still scanning it. "I hope you're right, Scott." He said, laying his phone on the table. He looked up at the moon, hearing another howl and shaking his head. "But you're wrong. That is not Derek's howl." He said, looking down as he fell back onto his bed. He looked up at the ceiling, knowing he was not going to get anymore sleep for the rest of this night as howls filled the night. "I hope Derek is okay." he said in a whisper. He closed his eyes, wondering who those eyes belonged to. He shook his head. The only conclusion he came to was there was a new pack here. "An all alpha pack." He spoke quietly.
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Sorry for the chapters being really short but I think I'll make them a little longer later. Right now I'm still trying to figure out how I want this to go but I hope you all follow my story and enjoy it.
