Wolfnip

Dealing with wolves

"Stiles.." Derek whimpered. He ached for the teen. He wanted him to come back into the loft and tell them that it was all a joke but when Stiles had said that he was leaving the pack, his heart didn't blip and Derek immediately regretted pushing his human member to his limits. A realisation dawned on Peter on what they had done after the teen left. Whatever bond he had with the sassy sarcastic teen was gone, broken and it would probably stay that way forever until Stiles forgave them. Which was like never. He cried. Peter fucking Hale cried. Harder than a new born baby. His face turned red and ugly sobs left him. How would he survive without the sassy sarcastic teen? There was Jackson but he couldn't replace Stiles. No one ever could.

The two Hale's sat there in the loft, crying for what felt like hours before Derek called for a pack meeting. They sobered up, occasionally letting a sob break through but they sobered up. The pack arrived minutes later, laughing and shoving each other. The loft reeked of sadness, regrets and anger. Their gazes fell onto the two werewolves on the floor by the couches, doing a hundred yard stare. The pack rushed to them and tried to get them out of their stupor. It worked but Peter went immediately back to bawling his eyes out while Derek stood and let alone tear trail down his cheeks. He wiped it away and took a deep breath . Time to face the music.. he thought as he cleared his throat. "Everyone, sit." He ordered and everyone obeyed. Derek was surprised that his voice didn't give out on him with all of his crying. He opened his mouth and was about to speak again when Erica called him out. "Derek, where's Stiles? I can smell his scent. What happened? Why isn't he here?" She questioned and he let out a shaky breath.

"Stiles left the pack." There was an uproar for a second before Derek shut it down. No wonder the weres in the pack felt a sudden loss. They had lost a pack mate. And all because of what? "Derek, why did Stiles leave?" Scott asked calmly, secretly wanting to rip his Alpha to shreds. Derek almost broke down when Scott asked him the question. He drove the heart of the pack away because of his arrogance— because he thought that the most loyal person of the pack betrayed them. Derek bit his lip and contemplated whether or not to tell them what had transpired earlier on. He finally came to a decision and told them everything. Besides, what's a good pack without honesty? Also, if Derek had decided to lie , the werewolves and wercoyote could tell when he'd lie and it would just push them away if they thought their Alpha couldn't trust them with something as simple as a pack member leaving. So Derek told them all about why he had a meeting with Stiles, how he thought he had betrayed them to the other pack, about Stiles' nightmares and how he'd even consider suicide to stop himself from ever hurting others ever again, how the teen raged and left in the end. The pack was sobbing when Derek finished. Hell, even Derek himself was crying. Again. For the second time today. When everyone had stopped crying , Derek told them one last thing to finish off the day.

"I'm sorry for doing this but none of you can ever acknowledge Stiles. Ignore him. I know it hurts but you have to listen to me and follow these instructions."

What?!

Derek wanted them to do what?! They couldn't just ignore Stiles now! Not after hearing how he'd suffer alone after the whole ordeal of the Nogitsune. Not after hearing how he wanted to kill himself to prevent  others from  hurting. They wouldn't do it! Lydia stood up and stomped her way to the elevator but a hand grabbed her by the wrist. She turned and glared at Derek. "I'm going to comfort Stiles whether you like it or not." She snarled and yanked at her hand but Derek didn't budge. He looked at her pleadingly, hoping she'd at least hear what he had to say before she left. She just glared but huffed, showing she was willing to listen to what he had to say before leaving . If she didn't like what she heard, Lydia was going to bitch slap Derek all the way to hell.

"I know you want to go to Stiles but you can't. It's in the rules. Once the Alpha says that the pack member who is leaving can't communicate with their former pack, said former pack has to ignore them. Unless the pack member comes back into the pack, no members of the pack are allowed to talk to them. No matter what , unless the situation is dire." Derek almost whimpered when he told them. He wanted to go to Stiles but unless he came back, they could do nothing but ignore him. Everyone was just shocked. Unlike Peter because he already knew of that. He had been Talia Hale's second. Meaning he'd clean up messes and be included in Alpha meetings. He wouldn't be surprised if Stiles didn't came back to the pack. No, he'd be actually surprised if Stiles did actually came back. 

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I unlocked the door to my house and slammed the door shut behind me. I slid the lock into place before dumping my body onto the couch. I stare blankly at the ceiling. What the hell am I going to do now? I thought as I scratched at my head. I guess I have to get over it. Like always. I sigh and sit up. "When have I become such a liability.." I tear up and finally let them fall. I sit there for hours until dad comes in. He finally finished his shift.

"Hey Son! I was thinking—what the hell happened?! Who made you cry! Tell me and I can go and shoot this Son of a bitch!" Dad rushes over and I grab at him, pulling him into a death grip. He rubs my back and I cry harder. The pack thinks I'm useless, that I'd be pathetic enough to betray them for a stronger pack.. I sob into his uniform. "The pack finally kicked me out Dad. I was wrong about our pack bonds being strong. I was so very wrong! I thought they trusted me—but they accused me of being weak minded and stupid enough to hand information of them over to the enemy.." I let the sentence trail off and I finally let go of my dad. "I'm sorry Son. Do you want me to get rid of them? If not the pack then at least Derek and Peter Hale. I'm pretty sure they don't any family left to avenge them.." Dad chuckles darkly and I can't help but snort at him. I'm not going to make him a target anymore, not after Theo Raeken.

"I'm fine Dad," I grin at my old man and pat him on the back."see? I'll get over my breakup!" I dramatically clutch at my heart and pretend to die. I hear Dad laugh before picking me up from the floor. "Ok ok. Just go get a bath, I'm thinking maybe we go out for dinner tonight. Maybe McDonald's?"

"Sure sure. Just this once then it's back to healthy food for you old man. I don't want to lose you too soon!" I peck his cheek and rush up to my room before he can yell at me for the 'old man' comment. I grin cheekily as I grab a towel and finally take a shower, I can still hear him grumbling downstairs that he's not that old. I roll my eyes, old man is an understatement. He's ancient! I laugh and quickly step out of the shower. I change back into my clothes I had on and open my bedroom window. I look for any possibilities of me getting down safely and not die before proceeding. I scale down the roof before dropping down onto the ground. I brush off any dust on my shirt and head for the front door.

"Hello? I'm here for a date with Mischief!" I say in a deep voice and I snicker when I hear my Dad scramble around before opening the door. He points the shotgun barrel right up my face and I breakdown laughing again.

"Stiles? Damm it boy, you had me scared to death! Are you back to your 'parkour on the roof' phase again?"

"Hey! Parkour is cool! Which reminds me...hmm.."

"No! Whatever it is, no!"

"What?! I was just thinking not actually doing it.." I shrug casually and head for the Sheriffs car. We hop in before driving to McDonald's. I order a McSpicy with a side of medium curly fries and a McFrappe. Dad orders a BigMac and a coke with medium fries. We eat at a small both in a corner for a few minutes, ok maybe 30 minutes , then head home. Once home, Dad goes for a shower and I jut change into my Batman pyjamas pants and flop onto the bed. I bounce a bit before going still. "Tomorrow's going to be shittier than ever but I'll survive." I repeat it over and over to myself like a mantra before finally going to sleep.