Bab 3: Chapter 3:
"So, he could still die? I honestly don't know how I feel about that." Derek rolled his eyes. "But seriously, are there really only two options when you get bitten? You either become a werewolf or die?" Stiles let himself slide onto the floor, using the bed to prop himself up. Derek watched him, quiet for a while, working out an answer.
"I don't know for sure," he said eventually. "I wasn't taught things like that. I wasn't taught how to be an Alpha. Laura was." Derek paused for a bit, and, although he was itching to talk, Stiles let the silence sit. He was learning that sometimes Derek just needed a bit longer to put the words together. "I was always meant to be a beta. Maybe Laura's second, but never the Alpha. My older brother Jacob was training with Peter to be her left hand, and I was taught by my dad how to be the second. Mom trained Laura. Jacob and Laura were the ones learning how to identify other supernaturals. The second doesn't normally handle that. They're focused on maintaining peace in the pack and working with other packs in the area. I was taught enough to know how to see a threat, but beyond that…" Derek trailed off.
"Okay," Stiles started, trying to be mindful of how hard Derek was trying to be open with him. "Okay. So, if they were learning about other supernaturals, that means there had to be a bestiary of some sort that would catalog all the ones the pack has met in the past. And, while I admittedly don't know much about Peter before the fire, even out of his mind, he was the kind to have seven back up plans, which means there's probably a copy of all the important books, like the bestiary, somewhere. Probably more than one. Maybe even a digital copy. If we can find that, we can start getting ahead of these things." Derek raised his eyebrows. "Beacon Hills is a freaking Hellmouth, and I know for a fact, things aren't going to calm down now. We don't have that kind of luck." Derek's face settled into something that looked like reluctant agreement. Sensing a need for a lighter topic, Stiles cleared his throat. "So, about Isaac."
Derek sighed and leaned back in his chair. "There's something off about him. I was following the scent of the omega when it crashed into the cemetery. It chased him into a grave and knocked the grave digger over. He was banged up a bit, but after I explained everything, he was more concerned about how his dad was going to react than anything else."
"As much as I hate to say it, Jackson may know more about that." He was met with a disbelieving quirk of eyebrows. "I'm serious. Jackson lives across from the Laheys. All I know about them is that the mother has been out of the picture and there was an older brother who died in the army."
"And apparently where they live."
"I know where everybody lives."
Derek looked at the ceiling. "I'm going to regret asking this, but why do you know that?"
"I had a three-hour detention session where I had to sort forms in the school office, and I may have memorized the addresses. I guess that's not everybody, just the people who've gone to Beacon Hills High School in the last ten years or have had a kid go there." Stiles shrugged. Derek had a look on his face that Stiles was well acquainted with. "Yeah, I know. I'm weird."
"I didn't say anything."
"You were thinking it. Anyways, back on topic. Isaac. Yeah, you should talk to Jackson about him. I may be out of line saying this, but even if you want to offer him the bite, I'd wait until after the full moon. If you didn't have a pack, you wouldn't want to wait because everything I could find, which is admittedly not much, said that the first full moon as an Alpha is harder if they don't have a pack. But you do have a pack. Well, sort of." Stiles flailed a bit, gesturing at himself. "Enough of one that waiting would be better. Besides, you already have one new beta to worry about." Derek stared at him a moment before nodding. "One more thing, Sour-wolf."
"Don't call me that," Derek growled weakly. Stiles ignored him.
"You need to find someplace to stay that isn't your old house. If you're gonna build a pack, you can't do it out of abandoned buildings. You need a real place. Hell, if you're set
on the Preserve, I can help you work out the legal stuff to reclaim Hale property, but until then you need an apartment or something. If my dad was in the know, I'd even offer one of our guest rooms."
"Tell your dad the truth and I'll think about it." Derek rose from the chair and was halfway out the window before Stiles could really understand what he was saying.
"Wait! What?" Stiles yelped.
"Tell him." Then Derek was gone. The drama queen.
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