The Fox and The Wolf - Book Two {Sterek}

Chapter 28: Interrogation

"How do we stop it?" The sheriff demanded. We could tell he was holding back, but the question still came out harsh.

"You can't," Meredith answered, smiling menacingly.

Shortly after the banshee standoff we had brought Meredith down to the station. Needless to say- my dad was furious. He did however relax a little when we told him that she was the benefactor. Suddenly the kidnapping part didn't seem as big of a deal- or so I had thought. Dad had spun around to me, his finger raised.

"This discussion isn't over," he said sternly. Derek only looked smug. Very, very smug. I had punched him in the shoulder for it.

"Hey," he accused, rubbing his shoulder as if I had actually hurt him.

"Oh give me a break," I snorted, rolling my eyes at his antics.

"Boys," my dad snapped, before hauling us both out of the interrogation room by our collars. "Stiles, can you take something seriously for one second please? And Derek- you're older, act your age," the sheriff scolded like we were preschoolers.

I scoffed at my dad while Derek was staring at his shoes, visibly reprimanded. It never ceased to amaze me that the big bad Mr. Sourwolf could be put in his place by none other than my father. I wanted to laugh at the sight, but refrained so I wouldn't get a slap up the side of my head.

"Stiles..." my dad warned, knowing I was holding back a snicker. Derek glanced up to see my amused stare and frowned angrily, nostrils flaring. "Derek- you are now my favourite son," my dad stated proudly.

A look of utter betrayal was plastered across my face as I grabbed my wounded chest. The smug look was back on my ridiculously hot mates face again. I narrowed my eyes at him. This so wasn't over.

I took a moment to bask in the emotions Derek was feeling at my father calling him his favourite son. There was only the tiniest hint of sadness. He was mostly happy, and felt like he belonged, like he was apart of a family. The pack was his family, and he knew that. But this feeling- it seemed different. My dad seemed to catch on that something else was going on, because he suddenly pulled the two of us into his arms, holding on tight.

"I love you both, you're both my sons, and I'm glad your safe," he said sternly. "Now- can we focus on stopping this god damned dead pool please?"

I pulled back to clear my throat and salute him with my best serious face. "Game face- on. Let's do this!" I said, marching back towards the door.

I was stopped suddenly by my dad once again grabbing my collar and dragging me back.

"What?" I demanded in confusion.

"Until you've got a badge, this is the part where you go home," he said sarcastically.

"Aw, come on dad! We found her! We did the hard work!" I whined, my arms flailing dramatically around my head. I only got a very serious frown as an answer. "Ugh! Fineeee," I groaned.

"Come on sour fox," Derek grinned, dragging me along behind him.

"Dude! Did you just give me a nickname? Well done young padewan," I said, wiping a fake tear from my eye.

"Dear lord," Derek grumbled, rolling his eyes. We were in the Camaro when I pulled out my phone and started dialling. "What are you doing?" Derek demanded.

"Well if we can't be in there because of our lack of badges... I know a few fellas that have plenty," I winked, before hitting the call button.

"Hey Dean! Meredith's down at the station with my dad and he won't let us help. Wanna pull out those badges and make an appearance? Of course you were. Okay, keep me posted!" I hung up the phone and grinned at Derek. "Now we've got a man inside," I said, wiggling my eyebrows.