The lights of the Hale House were on which made it stick out in the dark surroundings of the woods. It was a beautiful sight to behold to any onlooker who came upon it. But was inside at the moment was anything but pretty. A hard smack sounded through the first floor from the living room. Derek Hale was holding his cheek from where his mother had just given him a hard, powered slap. Peter Hale was standing off to the side watching the exchange with a blank look on his face.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she spat at him.
"Mom, it was the finals. The team needed me." he tried to explain.
But Talia rose a finger to silence him. "No. The right answer was that you weren't thinking Derek. Going out on a full moon when you know you haven't mastered control yet. You know better than that. Tonight, you were supposed to stay here."
"Nothing happened," he tried to say in his defense with a small voice. "I had it under control mom."
But that only earned him another slap across the face. Out of sight, around the corner Laura Hale was leaning against the wall, quietly listening to what was going on. She then saw that her little sister Cora was trying to sneak about at the foot of the stairs. Laura silently shoed her sister away and Cora gave her a face before moving off.
Talia straightened herself up and folded her arms. "Really? Because your uncle called me in the middle of your game and told me that he found you huddled and fighting for control in the locker room." Derek gave his uncle a glare though it didn't faze Peter at all.
"I just had trouble for a minute. That's all," he tried to tone it like it sounded worse than it was.
But his mother wasn't having it. "What if it wasn't Peter but someone else that had stumbled on you during that minute? Your coach or one of your teammates. Do you not realize that you could've hurt or even killed someone tonight? Do you even care Derek?!" she pointedly spat out.
"But mom-" Derek started.
But she cut him off. "Yes or no Derek?"
Derek sighed as he stared down at his feet. "Yes mom."
"You were beyond selfish Derek." Talia was now glaring at him. "You didn't just put yourself at risk. You put your family, our pack all at risk, for a basketball game. You know, I would've thought that what happened a couple of weeks ago would've had more impact than this," she said to him sternly. That made Derek's head jerk like she had just slapped him again. "Obviously not. Well, I hope you thought the game tonight was worth it because its going to be your last one."
Derek's head right up. "What?" he asked fearfully.
"Next year, you won't be re-joining the team."
His eyes widened. "But mom, you can't."
"I can!" she roared at him as she flashed her red eyes at him. "And I just did! Now go to your room Derek. I don't want to hear another word from you for the rest of the night."
"I hate this family," Derek angrily grit his teeth and then ran off for the stairs. A moment later, they all heard a hard slam from Derek's door. Laura looked up in the direction her brother went before she looked down when she heard her mother and uncle start talking.
"That went well," Peter mused. "I'm sure that taking him away from the team got through to him."
Talia sighed at her brother's sarcasm. "I had to do something drastic to get finally through to him. His immaturity and naivety could've gotten others and himself hurt, or worse. Again. I understand that he just wants to be a normal teenager and do and care about normal things but, for ones like us, sometimes that just isn't in the cards." She then went to stressfully run a hand across her face. "Was there anyone that might've seen Derek in his shift?" she asked him sternly.

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