Stilinski's Secret (Stiles | Teen Wolf)

Chapter 7: Plans

It was only later when I was sat in Derek's loft that I realised he had been hurt himself. He sat on the opposite side of the room and cleaned up some open wounds. I could barely make him out. Everything was fuzzy. He was wrapping a bandage around his shin so that it could heal quicker.

The alarm sounded and Scott and I's heads darted to the door. It pushed open and in dashed Lydia and Aspen.

"Is everyone okay?" Lydia asked, her eyes searching us for answers.

"Hunky-dory." Derek replied and stood up. I watched him walk to the window and lean on his desk, his face showed pain but he made no efforts to let it out. Scott reached over and patted me on the back, I jolted forward and they all looked at me.

"Stiles?" Aspen said, sounding unsure as she approached me. Her long fingers ran through my hair and pulled, lifting my dizzy gaze to her eyes. "Are you okay, what happened?" she asked, I shrugged my shoulders unable to recall what had happened in the past few hours. When did we leave school? Aspen looked toward Scott worriedly and the alpha smiled.

"He'll be fine," he said, "We've been through worse. He must be a little shaken. Let's go. Thanks, Derek." There was a troubled grunt in reply and Aspen helped me to my feet. I smiled.

We were leaving the loft, Lydia chatting to Scott about the previous events, Aspen watching me worriedly, when I remembered Derek.

"Derek?" I paused and looked over my shoulder. Scott and Lydia continued in the hallways and Aspen supported me. Derek looked over his shoulder to meet my puzzled expression. He quirked a brow questioningly. "Just... What were you doing at that guy's house?"

There was utter silence between us and Aspen gazed longingly at Derek. It unnerved me the way she looked at him.

"I caught the scent of death and werewolves." he explained briefly then turned away and shuffled something across his desk. I was tempted to ask but my sister was ushering me out of the loft.

Saturday | Very Early Morning

It was maybe 3 AM by the time we got home. I tried to be quiet while opening the door but after dropping the keys at least ten times and the old oak door creaking it was no surprise my dad was waiting expectantly on the other side. He gave one look at my sister and I and I grinned sheepishly. "Dad, I'm fine. We're fine." I corrected myself, continuing to push a smile.

"I don't think not answering your phone since school ended and showing up here with bandages and cuts on your face at three in the morning really shows that you're 'fine'." My dad said, voice even, I hadn't any idea what emotion he was portraying. "Stiles, you're going to drive me to an early death!" he hissed, I felt Aspen tighten her hold around me.

"Dad, please don't be mad, you know I'm fine. I'm always fine." I said, looking him in the eyes, everything was becoming more clear again. I could remember the events that had passed. There was a weird sensation coming over me, pulsating from Aspen's grips on my arms. I could feel her emotions; her fear. Even though there were two of us to look after, I felt like only I was getting the blame somehow. My sister was even fearful and the conversation wasn't directed at her. "We just got into a little trouble with a hunter." I explained.

"A hunter?!"

Aspen jumped a little and I caressed her hands, giving my dad a look. He seemed to subside suddenly and his calloused hands rose to rub at the creases in his reddened forehead.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." he said, mumbling. I let go of Aspen and walked over, hugging him lovingly. I nestled my head into his neck and exhaled softly.