Sleeping wolf 3

Sleeping wolf 3

Sage's POV
The walk to Derek's place didn't take long. "Nice place."I commented when I saw the old ruin of a burned house doom up in front of me. "It used to be."Derek replied. "What happend?"I wanted to know, glancing at the blue eyed werewolf. "Hunter."he simply answered and pushed open the front door.
We followed him towards what seemed to be the livingroom. "Okay, the first-aid kit is in the kitchen underneath the counter."Derek instructed. "I'll get it."Stiles offered and took off. Scott on his turn placed Pup on one of the couches and inspected his wounds. "It may need stitches."he concluded. "No it won't."I said and took from my bag a small pot filled with a white colored ointment.
"If you just use this and then bandage the wounds up, they will all be healed tomorrow."I told him. "It works for animals aswell as humans.". "A Werewolf's healingpower but then slower."Stiles remarked as he returned with the first-aid kit.
"Sit down, then I'll take care of your arm and your stomach."Derek told me. I did as instruced but kept my eyes focused on Pup who Scott was bandaging up. "You have a place to stay?"Derek asked me what made my snap back to reality. "Euhm... If you count the forest as a place to stay, yes."I replied. "You camped in the forest all this time?"Stiles asked shocked. I nodded.
"All that I need is in my enchanted bag."I pointed out, patting the bag that layed beside me. "You can stay here if you want."Derek offered. "Not all rooms have burndamage so...". "Since when are you so social engaged to let someone stay over at your place?"Stiles questioned him. Derek however choose to ignore him. The both of us knew why he did this. A wolfwitch and the alpha of the pack he or she has to protect have a special bond no-one really understands.
"Wait a sec..."Scott suddenly said. "Back in class today you said that Mr. Cain ate something wrong...". "I'm innocent until proven otherwise."I immediatly answered. "But... Just between the four of us, yeah I had something to do with it. Don't worry though, Mr. Cain will be fine in a few days and then he'll recieve a letter from an artschool in Paris where they seek a new art teacher. And let that now be Mr. Cain's biggest dream ever since he started with his education to become a teacher.".
"Wow. You really did your homework."Stiles commented. "Can you do mine to by any chance?". "In your dreams."I replied. "And seeing your grades I would try a little harder on economy. I get it, the guy who teaches it is a... Lunatic, and it doesn't help he's the coach of the lacrosse team too, but if you keep this up you'll be stuck with him for an extra year.".
Stiles groaned. "That's gonna be so much fun on the parent teacher conference next week. Again drama at home.". I snorted at the defintion he seemed to link with the word drama. "What?"he asked slightly offended. "You really call having a fight with your dad over a bad grade drama?"I wanted to know. He nodded. "You don't?".
"Nope."I answered as Derek finally gave me a small nod, telling me he was done with taking care of my wounds. "Then what do you call drama?"Stiles wanted to know. "Easy."I replied with a grin and leaned back into the pillows of the couch. "Growing up underneath one and the same roof not only with a set of parents but also with seven sisters and five brothers.".
The three boys looked at me shocked. "Auch."Derek commented eventually after a minute or two. "I mean, my family was big but... I would go insane with so many siblings.". "I almost did."I confessed. "Plus, it's also not so much fun when you're part of a triplet, the youngest part of course and the other two turn out to be boys.".
"You gotta be kidding me!"Stiles said smiling. "No, I'm not."I told him. "Though, sometimes I wish I was. All my siblings on a row you have the eldest of the group being Ash, followed by Gwen, the twins Charlotte and Adina, Rebecca, again a pair of twins: Hazel and Opal, then you have the triplets being Milow, Archer and me. The youngest three are Jay, who's nineteen, Tammy, sixteen, and little Jude who is seven years old. And that are only the siblings because Ash aswell as Gwen are already married and also have kids of their own. That all my friends, under one roof is what I call drama.".
"I bet you were happy when you graduated highschool and got to college."Scott pointed out. "The Art Academy in New York was the best and also most quiet and calm time of my life."I admitted. "Don't get me wrong, I love my siblings. We're actually quite a good band.". "A huge family where everyone is musically gifted..."Stiles mused. I guess he was trying to picture all the noise and commotion that had to go on in my parents' house back in the days that all their children still were present.
After a minute he shuddered as if the cold air from outside finally had caught up with him. However the shudder wasn't from the cold but from the sudden vision he had from my familylife. "Okay, I admit."he spoke. "Your definition of drama is worse.". I smiled. Somehow I just knew I would get along pretty well with these boys.