It's Always Been You || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 32 - Visionary

Stiles holds up his hands "Okay, so if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he? How old were you? How old are you now?"

I chuckle at the look on his face as he rambles off questions to Peter who shrugs "Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think"

I roll my eyes as Stiles huffs "Okay, that was frustratingly vague. How old are you?" He points across the table to Cora who answers without missing a beat "I'm seventeen."

Stiles lifts his hand out to her but directs his words to Peter "See, that's an answer. That's how we answer people."

Cora shares a look with me before shrugging and admitting "Well, seventeen how you'd measure in years."

I set my elbow on the table to snort into the palm of my hand as Stiles raises his hand off the table "All right, I'm just gonna drop it. What happened to Derek and the cello girl?"

"What do you think happened? They were teenagers. One minute, it's, 'I hate you, don't talk to me'. The next, it's frantic groping in any dark corner they could manage to find themselves alone for five minutes. Their favorite dark corner was an abandoned distillery outside of Beacon Hills"

I set my hand back on the table gaining his attention "Well now hold on– how do you know all this? You just said that they were alone..."

Peter makes a face at being interrupted but answers me anyways "Back then, I wasn't just Derek's Uncle. I was his best friend, his closest confidante. That's how I know."

I make a face accepting that answer as he continues "When they were at the distillery one night they overheard Ennis describing a fallen member of his pack to Kali, Deucalion and their respective packs. Ennis wanted all three of their packs to come together to fight the Argents. The Argents don't seek out based on certain packs– as we all know they go after any werewolf who goes against their code. Deucalion was warning Ennis to let it go and not start a war with the Argent hunters who had killed his beta."

Peter leans forward to get up from the couch walking over to the window as he continues "Ennis didn't take kindly to that and marked the distillery wall with the spiral marking– our mark for vendetta" Peter finishes by drawing the same circle marking in the fog on the window  the same spiral we found with the wolfsbane around the buried top half of Laura Hale last year

Stiles shifts in his seat and rests his hand on the table "Man, you guys really take that revenge thing to, like, a whole new level, don't you?"

Cora shakes her head "It's not just revenge. Losing a member of your pack isn't like losing family– it's like you lose a limb."

"They wouldn't even let Ennis see the body because he wasn't technically family," Peter zones out through the window and Cora huffs turning to him "I don't get it. What does this have to do with Derek?"

Peter turns around to face us again "Everything. It's never just a single moment. It's a confluence of events. Personally, I looked at Ennis' circumstances, I saw a profound loss. Derek saw something different. He saw opportunity."

Stiles links his hands together, setting his elbows on the table as he flicks his eyes between us and inquires "Opportunity? To do what?"

"To always be with her. He loved her but the thing was, he had this constant fear. He was obsessing over it, thinking about it all night, all day, always on his mind. He was constantly afraid she would find out what he was and would be frightened of him– or worse, leave him. Ultimately he made the decision that the only way to keep her was to turn her."