Chapter 4: Magic Bullet
Okay! So my fingernail is gonna still broken. So bad to the point where I need to get a procedure done to have it removed. Yeah not fun but nonetheless I’m writing. Kinda weird to type without the use of my fourth finger. but god gave us ten fingers for a reason.
anyways, I didn’t really like this chapter but eh it’s whatever. A lot of Reader x Stiles, which always makes me happy.
I haven’t edited this so if there are mistakes, please let me know!
Series Masterlist
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With your parents finally being back home, your father told you every Hale story he was told. As a ‘Welcome to the Truth’ present, your dad gifted you his handwritten book, that his mother made as soon as she found out she was pregnant, of Hale Stories. When you told your dad that you too had a gift to give him, he was almost taken back. What could you, someone who didn’t know about her true lineage, have something to give him with of equal value as the book? Once you gave it to him it took him a second to fully know what his daughter gave him. The second he really looked at the photograph, tears started cascading down his face. He was finally seeing a picture of his own father; his mother didn’t have any time to get any of her belongings when the Argents attacked them all those years ago. After silencing crying for three minutes, he stood up and went to hug you, the tightest he’s ever hugged you, sobbing while saying he loves you and thank you for being the best thing that could ever happen to him. If you weren't crying before, you were then.
You were happy you could give your dad a sense of closer, he tried for years to find anything about him but to no luck Beacon Hills archive had a lot of missing holes. But alas, he has a photo of the day of his parents’ wedding.
Since then, the night of your gift exchange, you noticed a huge mood shift in the house; everything felt clearer, everything tasted better, it felt like the heavy blanket of lies had finally ripped away, the three of you feeling free with everything out in the open. You didn’t have to lie about why you were out most of the nights, you didn’t have to lie about who you were with and what you were doing, and most importantly, you didn’t have to hide your werewolf side.
But that was just when you were in the comfort of your own house. At school, Stiles and Scott didn’t and wouldn’t like you speaking to Derek because they were convinced, he was the bad guy. But now that Scott knows it’s not Derek, that he’s your long-lost family. He realized you have every right to get to know your family, even if that means he’s Derek Hale. Stiles had hung up on you when you told him that Derek couldn’t have been the one that's killing people because he had been with you the whole afternoon. He took you to go meet Peter Hale, then he took you with him to see the bus driver. Then with Scott coming to Derek to fight him, and he found out about everything you’ve been hiding for days. It had been one of the weirdest 12 hours of your life.
it had been a few days since everything happened, you’ve tried to contact Stiles every single day, but he avoided you like the plague. You finally accepted it after Scott let you know that he would talk to him, only lifting your worries for a few moments.
Just as you’re about to fall asleep, you heard unmistakable sound of gunshots and a howl. It didn’t sound like Derek, but it could be the alpha. So, without hesitation you pulled on the closet sneaker and sweatshirt before jumping out your window and running on all fours, following you senses to where you see from around a corner a brunette blonde woman, carrying a rifle and flashlight. Turning round you heard Scott’s footsteps.
“You heard it too?” He asked like you weren’t a werewolf, just like himself.
Confusion written on your face, you hit I'm upside the side, “You’re seriously stupid, yes I heard it. Now shh” you whispered, turning your attention back to the woman as a car had pulled up, the man that was talking to her, Scott recognized as Chris Argent, the hunters that came back into town.
“Well, I can’t help kill either of them if one of them kills me first.” She said as a matter of fact.
“How long will it take?” Chris asks, sounding defeated but still in his low voice.
“I give him 48 hours... if that.” Then they proceeded to get into the car and drive away.
Turning to Scott with the same confused look on both of your faces. “48 hours?”
Scott just shrugged his head, just as clueless as yourself as to what that was. Deciding to just head back home, feeling almost defeated. As you walked in silence, Scott seemed like he had a lot to say. Finally looking over to you to speak.
“I talked to Stiles about the whole alpha thing. I didn’t say anything about you being a Hale. But he did bring up Derek... and you, he thinks you guys are dating.”
You looked to him with a disgust expression. “What? Ew, gross, how did he get to that conclusion?
“I don’t really know, he started rambling too fast for me to understand. You’re really the only one who can keep up with him.” He chuckled, nudging you with his elbow. “You should just tell him, not just about your family history but your feelings for him.”
You abruptly stop walking, your head whipping in his direction. “What? How’d you know?”
Scott laughs, turned to face you. “To be honest with you, I always wanted you two together. It wasn’t until the morning of the bus driver incident. Your heart was beating like crazy, and it slowed the second you hugged him.”
Continuing your journey home in silence, not wanting to talk about your feelings for the boy. But Scott spoke up just before your house came into view, “When did you figure out your feelings for him? or have you always known?”
You thought about lying but he could hear it. “I always denied it until one night Derek was helping me with controlling the shift, he said I needed to find an anchor. Someone to anchor to my humanity, he immediately popped into my mind.”
You sighed before continuing, “It feels... unrequited. So, I kept my distance, controlled the shift so I wouldn’t hurt him or my parents or anyone on the field. I’m glad you know now; it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”
Scott just shakes his head, “You should know, It’s not unrequited.” You just shake your head, not believing him, even if he sounds like he’s telling the truth.
“Don’t, he hates me right now. As he should, Derek had been telling me I should just tell you guys- and I quote ‘get your boys back’” Leaning on your vehicle as your house approached quickly.
“Yeah, well, now you just got to get your boy.” He said teasingly as he ran behind your house, taking the shortcut to his house.
The next day at school, Stiles still was avoiding you. But during lunch when you went to go sit with him and Scott, he didn’t leave. Scott must have talked to him. He barely looked at you, but at least this was a step in the right direction. During your shared classes he always sat in the back, while you sat in the front. You knew since freshmen year, if you were sitting in the back, you would get absolutely no work done. So, it wasn’t abnormal that you didn’t talk during class.
You sat in U.S. history, eavesdropping on Stiles and Scott from the back.
“If Derek isn’t the Alpha, if he’s not the one that bit Y/n and yourself then who did?” Stiles asked, quickly.
After a moment Scott answered, “I... I don’t know.”
“Did the alpha kill the bus driver?”
“I don’t know.”
“Y/n knows what’s going, right? Like she’s, okay? She’s safe with Derek?” He asked even faster than before.
“I don’t even know what you said.”
Almost immediately he asked another question. “Does Allison’s dad know about the alpha”
“I don’t know!” Scott raised his voice, irritation clear as day with his words, getting the whole classes attention.
When you looked back, you caught Stile’s gaze. He looked at you with sad or worried eyes before the teacher blocked his view as he passed him his test. Looking back to your own failed test, you lightly groaned.
You were smart, just not very good at history class. Normally you and Stiles would study together but since he has been avoiding you, you had to study for the test alone.
Maybe this would be the perfect excuse for him to talk to you. Maybe when you tell him you failed the test, he’ll feel like he shouldn’t have avoided you. Maybe he’ll want to talk to you.
But your thoughts were interrupted when you thought you smelled Derek’s blood. But why would he be here? At your school?
Before you could get up to investigate, there was a tap on your shoulder, looking up you see it was Stiles. He bent down to your seated height, looking at the test grade, he sighed.
Laying a hand on yours, “Can we talk after school?”
“Yes, please, I need to tell you a lot.” You pleaded, earning a smile from the boy.
“I’ll wait for you after class.” Was all he said before getting back up and walking back to his seat.
You let out a deep breathe you didn’t know you were holding in, looking down at your desk with a smile on your face.
Finally, after class ended you had to stay behind to talk to the teacher about a make-up exam, along with four other students. Walking out the door, stiles waiting for you as he leaned on the adjacent wall.
Walking side by side as you made your way to his Jeep, climbing in you decided you’d want to talk almost immediately.
“Listen, I’m sorry for not telling you about everything. Learning from Derek, being a Hale, parents finding out, For all of it, really. I pulled away because I thought I would hurt you. Derek and I are-” Then the jeep came to an abrupt stop, causing you to jerk forward and bang your head on his dashboard.
Wincing in pain as Stiles first checks on you, “Are you okay, shit, sorry.”
Looking in front the vehicle was a sick looking Derek, almost the second you land eyes on him, he falls back. Getting out to check on him, Scott met you there.
“What are you doing here?” Scott asked crouching down to him.
“I was shot” he breathed out, he looked like death. You went behind him to help him sit up.
“He’s not looking so good, dude” Stiles comments.
“Why aren’t you healing?” You asked, holding him up, wow he’s a lot heavier than he looks, you thought to yourself.
“I can’t. It was-- it was a different kind of bullet.” He sounded in such pain, it started to hurt you.
“A silver bullets?” Stiles jumped in, hoping he could confirm or deny that myth.
“No, you idiot.” Derek groaned at him, immediately you and Scott looked at each other.
“Wait, Scott, maybe that's what the Argent Bitch was talking about!”
“She said you had 48 hours.” Scott added, Derek whipping his head to him.
“What? Who said 48 hours?”
“The bitch that shot you.” You exclaimed, Stiles looking to you like he was contemplating on what he was feeling or about to say. But was derailed when something causes Scott to reprimand Derek.
“What are you doing? Stop that!”
“I’m trying to tell you, I can’t!” He growled back lowly, keeping his head down.
“Come on, get up!” You decide to be proactive, hooking your arms under his armpits, lifting him up. Handing him to Scott as you opened the jeep door, climbing into the back as Scott placed Derek into the car.
“I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.” Derek leaned against the frame of the vehicle.
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“She’s an Argent, you idiot! The bitch is Allison’s dad’s sister! And I swear to God if you even ask why you should help, let me remind you that the Alpha wants you. Not me, not Derek, not Stiles, but you!” You gritted through your teeth, leaning over, sticking your head out from behind Derek’s head. Scott looked almost scared of you as Stiles jumped into the jeep.
“You need me.” Derek adds, sounding so normal and calm, not aggressive and harsh.
Scott looks won over, “Fine. I’ll try.” Earning a glare from you, he shakes his head. “I’ll do it, won’t try, will do it.”
“I hate this so much” Stiles groaned, driving out of the parking lot. Hated Scott for dragging him into this mess. Hated Derek because he had taken the one good thing for him away. Hated werewolves in general because now it seemed that everything has been turned upside down.
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You sat in the back of the jeep, trying to not freak out that Derek could die soon if Scott doesn’t find out the type of bullet, they used on him. When Stiles’ phone goes off you lurk forward to look over his shoulder.
“Need more time” was read on his phone.
You couldn’t help but groan at that, dropping your head onto Stile’s shoulder. On instinct Stiles dropped his phone and place his hand in your hair and leaning his head onto yours slightly, trying to comfort you. The action didn’t go unseen, Derek noticed whilst he tried to take his jacket off. His groans and winces grabbed your attention, only turning your head in his direction. Stiles noticed the look Derek had, almost proud but still in very much pain. It only confuses him, he heard you earlier when you said you were a Hale. But you were talking so fast, he couldn't get a word in. He couldn’t but think; could Derek be proud because you liked him the same way he likes you?
Deciding to distract himself he spoke to Derek, ‘Try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We’re almost there.”
“Almost where?” You asked, before Derek could, lifting your head and leaning back into the seat.
He sighs before responding, “Your house.” Speaking to Derek, almost ignoring you.
“What? No, you can’t take me there.” Derek breathed out, looking paler by the second.
“I can't take you to your own house?” Stiles argues with a slight laugh, you looked between the two like it was a tennis match.
“Not when I can’t protect myself.”
Stiles then pulls over, looking frustrated.
“What happened is Scott doesn’t find your little magic bullet? Why can’t Y/n protect you? Haven’t you been teaching her something? Mhmm, are you dying?” Stiles rambled, his view protruding out of his neck and waving his hands around slightly. Honestly, if Derek wasn’t currently dying you would have told Stiles he looks hot while angry.
“Not yet” Derek pants, “I have a last resort.”
“What do you mean? What last resort?”
Derek lifts his sleeve to reveal the bullet wound, causing Stiles to gag and look away. You tried not to think about it, looking at everything but his arm.
“Oh my god, what is that? Oh, it that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out.” Stiles sounded to disgusted, pointing out the door.
“Start the car. now.” Derek pants, you want to intervene but knowing Derek and Stiles you really didn’t want to get in the middle of it.
“You know I don’t really think you should be barking orders with the way you look? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.” Stiles rambles again, but this time he looks twice as good as earlier.
Damn was that attractive, you had to pinch yourself to bring your intrusive thoughts back to normal.
“Start the car, or I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth.” Derek threatens, sounding even more terrifying than ever before.
Stiles reluctantly starts the jeep; you want to reach out to calm him but resist because then you’ll never hear the end of it from Derek. That’s if he survives the next couple hours.
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It had been a few hours since the last time Scott had contacted Stiles, which doesn’t really surprise you. He was basically in the lion’s den, alone and without back up. It was nerve wrecking. Finally, though, Stiles was able to get him on the phone. You weren’t paying much attention to them; you were trying to take the pain away from Derek. Having only gotten the hang of it just a few minutes before, it felt strange. You were siphoning his pain into you, so naturally you would wince in pain, but your body healed faster than Derek.
“You’re not going to believe where he’s telling me to take you.” Stiles said, passing the phone to Derek. Looking back at you to see you were taking more of Derek’s pain. The veins leading up your arms and neck were black; he was getting worried that maybe you were taking too much. But thankfully you stopped once it was too unbearable for you. You dropped your hands from Derek and fell back into the seat, relieved that Derek had a little bit taken away.
Stiles grimaced, reaching hand out to hold yours. You were breathing heavy as you looked up at him, his concerning eyes locking with your tired ones. Maybe what you were feeling for him was how he felt about you. Maybe he likes you too. Maybe you can get him back. Maybe.
“Did you find it?” Derek sounded drunk, slurring his words. But it was the pain mixed with the relief of you taking some of it.
“How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like the freaking Walmart of guns.”
“Look if you don’t find it, then I’m dead, all right?”
“I’m starting to think that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”
“Think about this, the alpha called you out against your will. He’s going to do it again. Next time, you either kill with him or get killed. So, if you want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.” Derek panted but still sternly spoke to Scott. Then he hung up, throwing the phone to Stiles.
“Okay, so to the animal clinic.” You tried to break the awkward silence that filled the vehicle.
Stiles retracted his hand from yours to drive towards Scott’s place of work. Once you got there, Stiles grabbed the key and made the way inside while you held up Derek. You dropped him on a stacked pile of something you didn’t know nor cared if he’s saved at the end of this.
“Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?” Stiles pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket, reading out loud the message from Scott, turning toward you.
“Isn’t that wolfsbane?” you asked, recognizing it to be poison. Looking to Derek who nodded.
“It’s a rare form of it, yes. He has to bring me the bullet.” He panted as he holds his arm against his body.
“Why?” You asked, kneeling in front of Derek.
“Cause I’m going to die without it.” He sighed, leaning against the wall. You looked over to Stiles.
“I can’t lose him, Stiles. He’s all the family I have left, Scott needs to get here.” You pleaded, voice breaking with your words. Tears threatening to spill as you looked up to Stiles, his heart breaking at the sight of you so broken.
Stiles kneeled in front of you, grabbing a hold of your face to look at him. “Scott’s coming, I promise you Derek will be fine. We just got to wait for him, okay? Let's get him inside and we’ll get a plan, okay?” His calming voice and thumbs caressing your skin brought you a wave of peace s you nodded your head at the boy.
“Okay, grab him and I'll get the door. Can you do that for me?” He moves a strand of your hair behind your ear, getting a better look at your face.
You nod, afraid that if you even try to speak, you'd end up crying. Stiles smiled, getting up and bringing you up along with him. He went to unlock the door as you wipe harshly at the tears that involuntarily fell down your face, grabbing a hold of Derek. Stiles leaded you and Derek into the exam room, switching the light on. Derek pushed away from you, tearing his shirt off his body to reveal how badly the wound had gotten. His veins were almost black around the hole, red sticky blood oozing out of the bullet wound and onto the table.
“You know, that really doesn’t look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep can’t take care of.” Stiles sarcastically points out; he was a little put off at the sight of blood.
“If the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.” Derek’s heavy breathing getting more irregular as he turned around looking in all the cabinets and drawers.
“’Positivity’ just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?” Stiles remarked, earning a small glare from you as you were pacing from one end of the room to the other.
“What if Scott doesn’t get here in time? You know with the bullet?” You asked nervously still pacing off to the side.
“Last resort.”
“Which is?” Stiles egged on, wanting to know to how extreme this plan was.
Derek pulls out an electric saw, “You’re going to cut off my arm.”
You stopped pacing, staring between the saw and Derek. “What? No, Scott’s coming, Scott will be here!”
“If he isn’t, Y/n, you have to. One of you have to.” He handed the saw over on the table as he tied a blue elastic around his upper bicep.
“Oh my god, what if you bleed to death?” Stiles tries to reason with him as you resumed your pacing but faster now.
“It’ll heal if it works.”
“Ugh look... I don’t know if I can do this.” Stiles began to look a shade of green.
“Why not?” Derek mumbled, with the elastic in his mouth.
“Alpha, beta, omega” you mumbled to yourself as you felt yourself becoming undone, pacing, and repeating the words to yourself until you felt calm enough. But the looming thought that your family, the one you’ve just gotten is possibly getting taken away from you just as fast as you got it. Ignoring the bantering between Stiles and Derek, you leaned against a cold awl, slowly sliding down it until you’re sitting on the floor.
“Alpha, beta, omega... Alpha, beta, omega.” You kept repeating those three words, each repetition bringing you closer to control. You looked to the two boys, focusing your hearing on Stiles. Not what he was saying but to his heart rate. It was irregular but that was justified considering what Derek was asking him to do, more demanding but same thing.
Finally feeling back in control, you stood up just as Derek leaned over the table and threw up black liquid. “Holy god, what the hell is that?”
Standing next to Stiles, immediately tangling your hands together. He gave you a tight squeeze. “It’s my body trying to heal itself”
Gagging Stiles responds “Well, it’s not doing a very good job.” Giving you hand another lasting squeeze, realizing he might be squeezing too hard he lets go slightly. But then he remembered you’re a werewolf, squeezing it tighter than before. You didn’t care, you were too worried for Derek.
Derek looks up to you, “Now. You got to do it now.” He pants laying his head on the cold table.
“Look, honestly I don’t think I can.” Stiles starts, looking his bleeding arm.
“Just do it!” Derek yells, eyes shutting tightly.
You tugged at Stiles’ hand, giving him a head nod. “I can do it.”
He shakes his head, releasing your hand, “Oh my god. Okay, okay. I’ll cut; you hold him down.” Stiles decides, picking up the saw and turning it on. You hold onto Derek, making him stay put.
Just as Stiles is positioning himself Scott calls out, “Stiles!”
“Scott?” He looks to his best friend.
Scott takes in the scene in front of him, “What the hell are you doing?”
Stiles dryly chuckles, turning off and dropping the saw. “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.”
“Did you get it?” You let go of Derek, shuffling over to Stiles once more. His arm snaking around your waist, pulling you into him. He was more than glad he wouldn’t be the reason he cut off someone’s arm. Bringing his other hand into your hair. Your arms wrap around his waist, sighing that Scott was finally back.
Scott hands the bullet over for Derek to inspect it.
Breaking away from your hug, “What are you going to do with it?” Stiles asked, dropping his hand to lace your fingers together once more.
Derek mumbles something just as he looked paler, his head dropping as well as the bullet. Then he passes out, the poison is getting further into his bloodstream. Scott dives for the bullet while you and Stiles go to Derek’s side.
“Derek, come on, wake up!” you shook him slightly.
“Scott, what the hell are we going to do?”
“I don’t know!” He grumbles, trying to reach for the bullet. “I can’t reach it.”
“He’s not waking up! I think he’s dying! I think he’s dead!” Stiles rambles, you close your eyes to think.
“Scott, use your claws. Just breathe and focus on getting the bullet. Stiles,” you get the boys attention, grabbing his face like he did before to make him look at you. “Calm down, you’re stressing me out.”
You let go of him once he gave you a nod, turning back to Derek, you shrug thinking maybe punching him away will help. But before you had a chance to pull your hand back, Stiles did it.
“Please don’t hate me for this” He mumbles as he lands a punch on him, instantly waking him. He groans in pain, and he helps you lift Derek.
You grab the bullet from Scott, breaking the tip of it off and pounding it on the table to get the powder out from inside of it.
“Now, light it.” Derek directed, handing you a lighter. A spark rising into the air, causing everyone to take a step back, you shuffled over to Stiles getting away from the blue smoke that replaced the spark. Reaching for Stiles’ hand, his met you in the middle, intertwining your fingers together.
Stiles mumbles an ‘oh my god’ as Derek gathered the torched powder into his hand and digging it into his wound. Derek started yelling in pain, toppling over to the floor once more, growling and roaring as his arm started to heal. They dark veins retracting, the wound fading away as it healed. Stiles squeezed onto your hand just as hard as you were squeezing his.
Once it was all gone, no trace of the wound Stiles spoke up. “That... was... awesome!” he exclaimed, pulling your connected hands up as he pumped the air with his fists closed. Scott seeing his closed hand around yours but deciding to speak about it at another time.
“Are you okay?” Scott asked as Derek sat up.
“Aside from the agonizing pain?” He remarks sarcastically, getting up.
“I guess the use of sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles comments earning a glare from Derek, making Stiles take a step back into you.
“Derek, you sure you’re, okay?” You asked sincerely, letting go of Stiles and walking up to Derek.
He nodded his head, his voice soft “Yeah, I'm okay now. I didn’t mean to scare you but like I said, wolfsbane has nasty effects on us.” The boys looked to each other astonished at the character change he displayed.
“Okay, we saved your life. Which means you’re going to leave us alone, if you don’t, I’ll go back to Allison’s dad. And I’ll tell him everything--” Scott’s threat was cut short by you.
“You’re going to trust them?” You scoffed with as much hatred as you could muster.
“You think they can help you?” Derek adds, pure hatred for the Argent’s clear in his eyes.
“Why not? They’re a lot nicer than you are. At least to anyone who isn’t related to you.” Scott rebukes, earning another scoff from you and Derek.
“I can show you exactly how nice they are.”
“What do you mean?” Scott asks tentatively.
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After dropping off Scott and Derek at the Hale property, Stiles made his way to your place. You had to get everything out in the open, he had to know everything.
“Please, come inside and I’ll explain everything.” You opened the door but didn’t move to leave the vehicle until he did too. He nodded his head following suit.
Once inside you darted upstairs to your room where you kept the written family heirloom. Sitting on your bed, Stiles following next to you. He eyed the book in your hands.
“I guess I should start from the beginning...”
(Flashback to the Dinner from Second Chance at First Line)
By the time your father got home, you only had a few minutes to explain to him what was going to happen at dinner. Just as you were finishing there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it.” Once you opened the door, Derek stood there with a smile on his face, flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
“Flowers for your mother, wine for the rest of us.” He explains, walking into the foyer. Your parents walked out of the dining room to see for themselves.
“Mom, dad, this is Derek. Derek my parents Y/m/n and Y/d/n.” you introduced as you closed the door behind him.
Handing the bouquet of flowers to your mom, “For you Mrs. Y/l/n.” Then he looked to your dad who looked at him with an intimidating expression. “This is for dinner.”
He handed the bottle over to your father, who looks it over and begins to smile. As dinner starts your parents basically interrogate him about his life. They talked about the Hale family fire, that story made your parents immediately fall into liking him. Then came the dreaded part, telling them you’re a werewolf.
“Mom, dad, there is something I need to get off my chest.” You said nervously, pushing your empty plate away. Earning a nod from Derek, that didn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t tell me you're pregnant.” your dad jokes, earning a hard head shake from you.
“No, that would be better news.” You muttered, looking down at your hands.
“Sweetheart, you’re scaring us. What going on?” Your mothers sweet voice coaxed you look up at them.
Once you looked to your worried parents, it was like the gates to hell broke apart and you spilled all of it. Telling them from when Stiles dragged you out of bed to the woods, to the creature on four legs, to the bite, and finally Derek helping you gain control. They just sat there, without any tells of anger, disappointment, or even fear. They just nodded their head along with every new piece of information given. Finally, once you were finished, you felt that they were unconvinced.
Pushing your chair back as you stood to your feet. Taking in a deep breath, closing your eyes and bring out your neon werewolf eyes, claws and fangs. You could hear their heartbeats pick up their pace. Once you opened your eyes your mother looked shocked to say the least. But it’s your father’s reaction that concerned you. He looked to like it was a normal everyday occurrence.
Derek noticed that your father didn’t seem at all surprised, making him curious to why.
“Dad? Mom?” You spoke up, retracting your claws and fangs. Your eyes stayed their bright yellow until you blinked it away, along with a few tears that rimmed your eyes.
Derek watched carefully from his seat at one end of the table as your father stood up. “Oh, my darling baby girl, I’ve been dying to tell you about our family history. And it’s a good thing you’re here Derek, since it’s our family history.”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as Derek mirrored your expression.
“What do you mean?” Derek asked your father, leaning into his chair.
“My mother was married to one of your great uncles.” He spoke directly to Derek, who by the looks of is just now hearing about this family history. “Unfortunately, before she was able to tell him that they were pregnant, he died at the hands of an Argent. So, in efforts to protect me and herself, she remarried and moved to Seattle. I grew up hearing stories about the Hales, and how I couldn’t be one because of the danger it poses. I was never able to trigger my born werewolf abilities because I was only half werewolf, half human.”
He walks over to you, grabbing a hold of your face to look at him. “Once your mother got pregnant with you, we moved out here. I just knew we were meant to be here. Where our family started, now you’re exactly what you should have always been. Y/n, you’re a Hale.”
Once your father let go of your face you looked over to Derek, who looked so confused but after a few second, he looked up at you two in amazement. You were family, it all explains how you weren’t terrified of him that one afternoon in the woods, but the guys were. How you were able to really connect with him, no questions asked. He was your family; he was your blood. Derek stood up, walking over to you and your dad, pulling you each into his embrace. He felt broken before, now he felt like a small missing piece of himself came back.
So, their stood three Hales, holding onto each other tightly in a small family reunion.
“So, did you really wrestle Stiles, or did you break the door on your own?” You mother piped up, seemingly at peace with the news you and your father dropped.
You laughed out a response, “Yeah, no that was all me.”
“I figured as much.”
After you finished replaying the dinner with Stiles, as you showed him the book, he looked at you with guilty eyes.
“And here I was thinking you were dating Derek. I’m sorry I made it seem like you couldn't tell me anything. Truly, I guess I just got a little... jealous.” He explains, reaching for your hand. Once in his grasp he squeezed it and pulled it into his lap.
“it’s not all your fault, I pulled away. I didn’t want to hurt you or anyone really. Since it looked so easy for Scott to lose control and the fact that being a female werewolf is harder than male. I just... I wanted to look after you.” you said barely above a whisper.
“You could never hurt me, I know you. I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t come to me about anything, okay? No more secrets, at all. We tell each other everything, alright?” He asked, looking up to you with pleading eyes.
You smiled slightly, nodding your head. “No secrets, whatsoever.”
Stiles smiled at you, nodding his head back at you. You leaned your head on his shoulder basking in the feeling of the weight taken off your shoulders. This feeling of serenity was your favorite feeling of all time.
Finally, everything was out in the open, aside from the strong feelings of love for Stiles. You were determined to keep those feelings buried for as long as it takes.
You were just happy that you finally got your boys back.
To be continued