Derek's Pov
I take the papers in my hand and freeze at his birth date. 4-18-97. I had memorized the day in my head.
Stiles - Stiles is my son.
Stiles's Pov
"What's wrong Derek? You look like you just saw a ghost." He looks at me and he bites his lip and starts to cry and hugs me. Like in a bear hug. I akwardly hug him back.
"Stiles, you-you are my son." I stand a little straighter and look at him, kinda shocked, but then a little hurt. Why didn't he raise me. My expression changes to sad to mad after his statement.
"Why did you, leave me?" I whisper knowing he can hear me.
"We made sure you didn't turn into a werewolf, by making you consume wolfsbane. I wanted to keep you and raise you. But- she didn't want to keep you, because she thought that you would be better off-" I cut him off.
"Who is she?" I gulp and he answers.
"Kate, Kate Argent."
I never thought my birth parents would be Kate Argent or Derek Hale, not in a hundred years.
YOU ARE READING
THE LOST SON
RandomThis is fanfiction based on Stiles, the son of the sherriff of Beacon Hills, or so everyone thinks. *All credit for teen wolf goes to Jeff Davis. The creation of my story was inspired by my cousin @carleydeanult.
