How You See Me...

Devil's night

Tyran POV

I've been working with Stiles now for a month. I cannot believe that he can just live with that filthy, vile beast.

I've been hunting werewolves since I was 10 years old, and for someone to live with one of them, and love one of them it's just unbelievable.

When I was 16 my mother was taken from me.

When I was 20 my father was taken from me.

When I was 30 my wife was taken from me, as well as my unborn child.

I've been working for 15 years to put these bloodthirsty beasts to rest. I've been recently working to destroy these two packs. They are powerful, but I've been doing this too long to give up. I am trying to be patient and follow my plan. I need to use Stiles to get to Derek and Derek to get to Peter.

I feel a wave of frustration as I think of Peter.

He is the one who took my wife. Revenge for Kate, I am sure.

She told me what she did. Killing the Hale family.

Her head was in the right place but her execution was poor.

She died years ago in a car accident. She had sent me all the information I needed for the two members of the Hale pack that were left. Kate was a friend of mine and she had done a lot of good work for our community. To say I was angry, was definitely an understatement.

I look at the clock and decided I needed to blow off some steam before I headed to Derek's house for their Halloween party. I decide to go for a run.

Derek POV

This year we decided to dress up in costumes and Stiles had this great idea of doing little red riding hood and the big bad wolf. So here I am dressed in this red cape, while Stiles beams at me. Isaac is finishing Stiles's wolf make up as I hear a knock at the door.

I go to answer the door. Peter and Noah are on the other side of the door, dressed as Batman and Nightwing.

"Damn Pete, look at those legs!!" Stiles exclaims as he walks over to examine Peter's legs in tights.

"Stiles stop calling me Pete before I come over there and..." He is cut off by Noah squeezing his hand.

Peter really hates when Stiles calls him Pete, but Noah has been the only one to stop his ranting about it.

Stiles smiles in victory.

Stiles always likes to rile up Peter, just to see his Dad calm the situation, I think he thinks it is cute.

Peter and Noah head to the backyard to join the festivities.

There's another knock on the door.

I open it and I see an older man standing at the door dressed in a police uniform.

"Ah...you must be Tyran," I say extending my arm for a handshake.

"Yeah, and you must be Derek." He says as he shakes my hand.

I was really getting weird vibes off of this guy. He smelled like rubbing alcohol and I couldn't hear his heartbeat. I frown as Stiles leads him to the backyard.

He comes back and asks "What's wrong babe?"

"He seems a bit weird. I can't get a good read on him. His smell or his heartbeat it's really strange. He didn't even dress up." I say.

"Yeah, he said he just came from the station and didn't have time to change. I wouldn't worry about it honey I am sure it's nothing." Stiles said as grabbed my hand and lead me outside.