Attacked (sterek story) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 15

Stiles P.O.V

I'm not planing on telling anyone that the witch is talking to me telepathically, not Derek either, but if Derek finds out I'm keeping a secret from him, I'm dead. Derek just got me a coffee at Tim's. I'm sitting in the kitchen that is left in the loft with my pyjamas on drinking my coffee. Derek walks in. "Hey." He says and kisses my cheek.
"Hey." Behind me he wraps his arms around me. "how are you?" He asks.

"Good, you?"

"Great." He says and kisses my lips this time.

"Why are you so happy?" He's never this happy. Something's up.

"Well, Chris found out where the hideout is and all of the pack are going there and attacking them and I have you all to myself".

"Is our pack enough? There are Hundreds of werewolves, there's just like, ten of us."

"The made the bomb."

"Oh, then never mind."

Hello stiles.

I jump. "You Okay?" Derek asked concerned.

"Yah."

"You lied."

"No I didn't."

"You lied again."

"Fine, I was... Thinking about my mom."

"You lied AGAIN"

Think about how my goldfish when I was 9...

"Fine, I was thinking about my goldfish."

"Uh, why?"

"No reason."

Derek rolls his eyes. "I'm going to change. Stay here."

"Um, okay."

"You lied again!"

"Well, I don't want stay here while the pack is attacking!"

"Stiles..."

"Derek..."

"If you love me you would stay here while I change."

Dang it.

"Really."

"Yes really"

He goes upstairs to change.

Stiles, it's me.

Oh, sorry, hi.

Hello.

Do you think my pack will beat the other werewolves?

Depends, if the werewolves were for you guys to come.

I hope they didn't see them coming.

"Stiles change, we're going for a walk."

Bye crystal.

Bye.

"Okay."

I grab the clothes I left at Derek's house and change in his room, what? I need privacy, even with my boyfriend. I come back downstairs.

"Let's go" I say.

He opens the door for me and we walk outside. "Can we go to the hideout?"

"No."

"Why Derek?"

"They got it all on control."

"How do you know? They could be dead right now."

"Don't say that."

"I just did."

I get a phone call on my phone, it's Scott.

"Scott?"

"Stiles..."

"What?"

My heart is pounding... Please don't say what I think you are going to say...

"Erica and Boyd are dead."

Never mind.