Derek hasn't had the best track record when it comes to relationships. He is broken and he has yet to realize his worth. Sometimes we need to see ourselves from the eyes of the people we love to know we matter. It's about finding the strength to be...
Noah and Peter decided to honeymoon in France, Peter's second home. Peter really wanted to share that place with Noah. They were going to be gone for a month. Stiles was surprised at that, considering his dad hardly ever took days off, but this was an important event in his life.
Stiles and I were driving back to the house a couple of days after the wedding. We decided to stay a few extra days since it was so beautiful and relaxing. We all enjoyed playing in the snow, even though Stiles keeps yelling at me when I would take my jacket off. I would just remind him that I was a werewolf and I run hotter temperature-wise than him, but he would still scold me. He's so protective of me.
We made it home in about three hours. I notice right away that something is not right. The door is hanging open.
I sniff the air trying to catch any unusual scents. I get nothing.
"Stiles I need you to stay in the car," I say.
His eyes are wide and he wants to argue with me but he can see the seriousness in my eyes. He nods.
I get out of the car and head to the porch.
I notice that the door is broken. Splintered pieces of the door are all over.
My senses are hyper-aware.
I walk into our dark house. I feel violated and seriously creeped out.
The house is trashed, books are scattered a crossed the floor.
Broken glass from the coffee table is crunching underneath my feet.
I walk into the bedroom; clothes litter the floor.
Our sheets are slashed and pillow stuffing is everywhere.
What the fuck?
"Der... DEREK!" I hear Stiles yell.
I run outside, he's in the garage.
I make it to him and he is just pointing at my car.
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The tires are slashed, all my windows are busted and, on the hood, in red paint, the word "exterminate" has been outlined.
My eyes are red.
"Who the fuck would do this?" I growl.
"I do not know, but let's think logically about this and not do anything rash, ok?" Stiles asks.
I am too angry for words so I just nod.
Stiles is calling Isaac so we can get my pack and Peter's pack over here.
"Do we call my dad?" Stiles asks.
"Maybe we just say the house was broken into, but not give to many details. It's bad, but I do not think anything will change if they are here and I want them to enjoy their honeymoon." I say.
Stiles nods as he goes to dial his dad's number.
Both packs are here now.
It took Stiles a good 30 minutes to convince his dad that everything was ok and that he would call them if anything else happens.
Stiles and I start cleaning the inside of the house.
My wolf is raging inside. I can't even look at the garage at the moment.
Erica and Boyd are outside the house looking for clues.
Isaac and Scott are combing the woods with Amanda and Max seeing if they can find anything or anyone.
Jackson and Laura have gone to see Deaton to see if he has heard or seen anything strange as far as supernatural stuff is concerned.
It's been a while since we've had any hunters out there, but it's never been this messed up. They have never once destroyed my property.
Besides, they had a code and I know all my wolves have been good. I didn't really have any security at our house because I mean wolfs occupied it most of the time, but someone must have been watching us and knew that we were going to be out of town.
My eyes are still red, I am livid.
I start feeling like a failure, I should have scented something. I should have been here to eliminate this threat. I'm feeling anxious. Stiles is human and he does not have the healing abilities we do, I start to think about sending him away so he would be out of danger, but Stiles would never leave me. I mean he is human but I know he is strong and can handle himself.
We spend the next few days cleaning up the mess and getting my car fixed which I am still mad about.
The house has been full of wolves' day and night.
It was a bit annoying but I had more than enough room to accommodate everyone. I had a big family and well I guess I just always hoped it would stay that way so when I rebuilt the house after the fire, I figured why not go big.
Everyone except Stiles took turns guarding the perimeter. I needed him to keep doing his normal routines, which for the most part he did. He always had a buddy with him when he went on runs and for the most part that was me and Isaac had been sitting with him when he was studying to keep him calm and feel supported.
We've been on high alert for a month, Peter and Noah are back and everyone has been on edge.
The really annoying part is we cannot find anything out of the ordinary. Deaton said he hasn't heard or sensed anything supernatural, other than us. We all were exhausted and just spinning our wheels.
I've been sleeping like shit and I know Stiles is feeling the strain of everything. I do not know what to do, except to keep doing what we are doing until we can eliminate this threat.
Peter and I have been searching through the old books in the basement, at least the ones that survived the fire. We have come up with nothing.
"What makes you think this wasn't just vandalism?" Peter asks blowing the dust off of a book.
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"I mean I would have thought that but the car is the thing that makes me uneasy. If you were just a robber or something along those lines why use that word. Also, Stiles and I searched the house and we did not find anything missing." I say running my fingers through my hair in frustration.
This whole thing was a mystery and I do not like not knowing what's going to happen next.
