Little Wolf - Derek Hale

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Vivian marched back to her car, tears still streaming down her face. Hearing her phone go off, she rolled her eyes and picked it up. Her heart dropped at the sight of the message.

"Scott in trouble" from Stiles.

"Oh my god, this is the last thing I needed today." She dryly chuckled, put the car in drive, and sped home.

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Vivian slowly opened the front door, unable to hear anything. "What good is being a werewolf if you can't use the benefits?" she muttered. "Scott?" she called out lightly, annoyed when she got no response. She rolled her eyes. "I swear if they're messing with me. Scott?!" she shouted, her concern growing as he didn't respond. She slowly walked up the stairs.

"Scott? Hello? Are you here?" She opened the door to his room and raised her brow as she saw him sitting at his shut laptop. "What are you doing?"

He glanced at something beside her and behind the door before looking back at her, and she quickly spotted the action. "Nothing."

"Then why didn't you respond?"

It took him a second before he lifted up his headphones. "Sorry, didn't hear."

"Really? So... you're perfectly fine? Why is Stiles texting me that you're in danger? That's not funny, Scott. You worried me." Seeing that he was continuously glancing at the other side of the door, her eyes narrowed. "But you know, I also suppose there is a possible reason for Stiles to message that..."

"And what would that be?" he asked, offering a nervous smile.

Humming, she shrugged before she slammed the door open with as much force as she could. As it swung open completely, she turned to look at the spot he was looking at before glancing back at Scott and now the window was open.

"What did you do?" Vivian looked serious.

"What do you mean?"

"God, you're—" She sniffed the room and smelled that familiar cologne. Walking to the window, she didn't even have to see the man crouched on the roof beside the window, already knowing he had on his signature leather jacket and frown.

"What in the holy hell are you doing here, Derek?"

"I—" Derek started to speak, but she shut him up quickly.

"Wait." Vivian looked at Scott and hesitantly sniffed the boy. "Please tell me you aren't what I think you are, and I'm just being paranoid."

"You know? But I thought we weren't supposed to tell people," Scott looked at his sister figure.

Vivian slowly turned to Derek, who was already looking at her. "You turned Scott into a werewolf? Derek, what the actual hell?! How could you?" Derek was about to answer, but Scott intervened.

"Wait, you know about werewolves? How do you know Derek? What am I missing here, people?!"

Vivian turned to the young boy and sighed. "Scott, go wait in my room. I'll be there in a second." The boy hesitated but went to the other room.

Vivian turned back to Derek and hit him. She hit him over and over again on his chest, and Derek just took it, knowing he deserved it.

Vivian's punches grew weaker, but her anger remained intense. Derek stood there, his face set in a grimace, taking each hit without flinching. Finally, her hands fell to her sides, and she let out a shaky breath.

"Derek, how could you let this happen to Scott? He's just a kid," she said, her voice breaking.

"I didn't turn him, Viv," Derek replied quietly. "I don't know who did, but it wasn't me."