chapter forty seven
"fathers sins"

"YOU NEED ME!"

DEREK GROWLED through his long fangs as his grip around Jennifer's throat was only tightening by the minute. When Scott told him about how Lynn had been hospitalized for some unknown reason, that Jennifer had attempted at murdering Lydia Martin, and then she had kidnapped Stiles' dad, the anger pounding through his veins had worsened with each second.

He couldn't believe she was the dark druid that had gone down the wrong path — that Jennifer was the one sacrificing dozens for her own selfish desires.

"What are you?" Derek threateningly questioned, tilting his head with anger as the idea of just crushing Jennifer's throat in his strong palm satisfied him.

      "The only person who can save your little girlfriend," Jennifer responded, her tongue full of slick sarcasm, but that only seemed to make Derek's boiling blood worsen. "Okay, wait! Call her mom. Call her!"

Derek paused for a second, his eyes wondering over towards Scott, who was standing several feet behind the woman. Instantly, the boy swiftly untucked his phone from his back pocket and dialed a number, where it rang only two times before it was picked up on the other end.

"Is Lynn okay?" Scott asked into the phone, and Derek's eyebrow annoyingly twitched as he saw the smirk that was crossing Jennifer's face — like everything was going according to plan just as she wanted.

      "It's not good..." Lynn's mother, Katherine, spoke softly into the phone, as if she was completely exhausted. "She's in and out of consciousness. She's vomiting up black blood, god, um, along with some other substance—"

"—Mistletoe," Derek interrupted, his once confused expression shifting towards Scott, who had also came to that realized. No wonder why Jennifer was threatening Lynn...and that only seemed to pushing Derek over that little edge that was considered sanity.

Derek let a strong howl escape his lungs as his fingers latched even tighter around Jennifer's throat — to the point where he had actually begun to lift her entire body from the ground. Her feet dangled, her toes begging to be placed back on the delicate flooring.

"Derek! Derek, what are you doing?" Questioned Scott, who took a few steps forward by raising his palm into the air, with hopes of calming the beyond angry Alpha.

"Why her!" Derek screamed, his usual bright green eyes being replaced with fierce red ones. When Jennifer didn't respond, whether it was because she was refusing or because he had such a tight lock around her neck she didn't even have a chance, he didn't care. "I said, why Evelynn!?"

"Don't you understand?" Jennifer laughed, almost sickly, not that anything was actually humorous. "It's her!"

"What are you saying?" It was now Scott's turn to speak up, and there was only pure confusion written over the poor boys face. "What do you mean?"

"God, you guys really don't get it, do you?" Jennifer responded, but half of her sentence became muffled from the lack of oxygen reaching her lungs — but Derek wasn't lightening up until he got an answer. "Don't you know why I've been trying to kill her since that first full moon? Why she's always the target? Why I want her dead!?"

Silence filled the air.

"Deucalion."

Derek instantly released his grip on Jennifer, making the lightheaded woman drop like a sack of potatoes to the ground. Her fingers reluctantly rubbed her bare skin, a devious smirk gracing her thin pink lips while she gazed up towards the gruffly man.

"Not all of you are brainless, hm?" Jennifer taunted, but the younger werewolf boy was still as confused as the moment before. "Deucalion's the reason why I'm this way, why I had to do what I had to do. So, Evelynn pays the price."

"Pays the price?" Scott asked with a slight panic in his voice. Sure, he was angry that Lynn didn't tell them she had killed someone, the reason why some werewolves have blue eyes, but he didn't hate her — and he certainly didn't want his best friend to die.

"For her father's sins, of course."

———

"How's she doing?"

Derek Hale jumped in his seat as he switched over to the doorway, his green eyes landing on none other than Stiles Stilinski. The soft brunette boy had a sympathetic expression crossing his lips, and gentle — almost sad eyes scowling the usually bright face.

Hospitals. Derek had hated these things long before he had been in them, knowing their kind never needed them and they never helped anyone. But after that night, the fire, seeing all of his remaining family members bodies being shipped to Beacon Hills Hospital.

He never wanted to step foot in here ever in his entire lifetime.

But practically instantaneously, both boys at the same time had flickered over to the reason they were here. The uncomfortable bed contained with the scratchy throw blankets and hooked IV — exposed an unconscious Evelynn.

She hadn't woken up once she her fall to the ground at Stiles' house, and none of the tests the doctors had run revealed any type of data. It made sense to no one, whether it was the supernaturals or the hospital — Lynn was seemingly fine, both on the outside and the inside.

"She kind of looks..." Stiles trailed, the very corner of his lips tugging upwards into a crooked smile. He took a few steps into the room, hesitantly though, not wanting to disturb Derek.

"Hurt?"

"I was going to say peaceful," Stiles corrected the man, taking the available seat on the left side of Lynn's bed. Derek was already on the right, his fingertips intertwined with the soft ones of Lynn's, not that Stiles was staring. "So, you guys, I mean, you're.?"

Without much other words, Derek seemed to understand what Stiles was rambling on about, "Yeah, we are."

"Good — well, what I meant was we all know how much she cares for you," Stiles replied, giving the man an almost awkward tight smile. He didn't mean to be so uncomfortable, it's just kind of his resting state of personality. "Just don't...don't hurt her, alright? Evelynn's been through a lot, and I swear to god, if I see one tear."

"You'd kill me?" Derek scoffed, an amusing smirk doubling on his lips as he glanced over towards the trying his best to be threatening Stiles.

"It's no joke, Derek, I would break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking—"

"Okay! Alright, Stiles, I get it," Derek spoke as he rose both of his hands up in the air defensively, rolling his eyes while both of the boys let a few laughs out of their systems.

It was much needed, for the both of them, letting all this stress wound up would never be good for anyone.

"I promise I won't hurt her," Derek stated through the silence as the laughs began to disappear and reality started right back up. "I mean it, I care for her — look, I love her, alright?"

"As you damn should," Stiles concluded, but then his eyes drifted over carefully towards the sleeping peacefully Lynn. "So, what do we do about the whole, uh, Deucalion thing?"

"We have to wait, we can't just tell her that the bad guy we've been trying to stop all this time is actually her father," Derek explained rather simply, shaking his head for effects.

"Then we're supposed to just lie? How the hell am I supposed to lie to a freaking werewolf?" Stiles questioned, and there was a slight rising tone in his voice.

"We don't lie, we just...avoid the question."

a/n: really short chapter because it's mah birthday but enjoy!!! <33