stop eating the raw cookie dough! ch.9

                                    

                                          
Stiles pov:
We get to the loft and see the whole pack in the living room watching a movie on the TV, which explains why no one noticed we were here. It's honestly a little concerning and I will be bringing it up at the next pack training session.
Derek loudly clear's his throat and everyone looks over then comes rushing at me.
"Hey be careful he's still healing, it's not like he haven't seen all of you everyday since he got in the hospital." Derek says as they suffocate me in a group hug.
A echo of sorry's and ok's ring out
"Don't be such a sourwolf a hug is not gonna re-crack my ribs." I say since he decided to so rudely interrupted my death by hugs.
"Hey the car's not gonna unload itself and I'm not doing all of it!" Malia interjects from the door as she brings in some of my stuff.
Issac, Boyd, Cora and Erica go help Malia as I start to clean up the mess they made and Allison try's to stop me from cleaning up the mess, eventually gives up and decides to help me instead.
"As much as I'd love to stick around and clean I have somewhere else to be so if you need me you can text me in the pack group chat you left me out of." Peter says as he makes his exit.
"You did what?" I ask them as they finish bringing up my stuff.
Peter's pov:
Once I left the loft I immediately started researching what just happened and decided to call a old acquaintance.
"You've reach the magic counsel how may I direct your call?" A voice at the end of the call.
"Vonya le Fay's office."
"And who may I ask is calling?"
"Peter Hale."
"Just one moment."
"You know from what I heard you're supposed to be dead."
"I was for a little, what joy it must have been for you"
"So to what do I owe the displeasure?"
"That's a bit of a long story."
Later that night in stiles room at the loft. Allison, stiles and Issac are unpacking stiles stuff. 
Allison's pov:
"So you're really quiting the team huh?"
"Yes Issac for the last time I'm really quiting lacrosse, can you please drop it. I won't even be able to play for most of what's left of the season and we're graduating this year so there really is no point in staying on the team."
"Alright I'll drop it"
"Thank you finally!"
"Hey stiles where should I put this?" I ask thanking my lucky stars that after a week and a half of his none stop questioning Issac is finally gonna drop it, at least I hope.
"Um in the dresser, bottom drawer is fine."
"But it's a video Camera" I ask confused as to why he'd put it in a dresser.
"Yes and I don't want it to get broken so please put it in the dresser. Actually let me do it." He responds a little snappy.
"Sorry I didn't know it was so fragile that it would fall apart so easily." I say sarcastically.
"It's old so I need to be careful with it." He responds wrapping it carefully in a t-shirt and putting it in his dresser.
"I didn't know you made videos" Issac says as he sits on stiles bed seeing we just finished the last bit of unpacking.
"I don't" stiles says confusing us.
"Then why do you have a video Camera?" Issac asks.
"It was my mom's." Stiles says as he messes with his alarm clock.
Well now I feel really bad about saying something about it breaking.
"Stiles I'm-" I begin to say, "we should make cookies" stiles says changing the subject.
"Yay" Issac says looking like a puppy making me coo on the inside.
Derek's pov:
I head downstairs to the kitchen and see stiles, Allison and Issac in the kitchen doing who knows what.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like we're doing sourwolf? we're making cookies, chocolate chip, oatmeal and sugar to be precise." Stiles says looking up from were he was mixing batter.
"They smell really good"Erica says from where her, Boyd, Malia and Cora are seated in the living room.
"Why?" I ask.
"You don't need a reason to make cookies Der." Stiles says likes I'm crazy.
"Yeah Der you don't need a reason" Peter says as he enters the loft.
To which I respond with a glare.
"ISSAC STOP EATING THE RAW COOKIE DOUGH!" Stiles yells making everyone in the loft grimace, even Allison due to hers and stiles close proximity. 
"The first batch should be done soon" Allison says as she takes the cookie dough away from Issac.
A echo of dib's and yay's are heard from the living room.
Mate so good is already taking care of pack. My wolf says. Stop it. I say in my head.
Sorry if it sucks, hope you like it :⁠-⁠) let me know if I misspelled anything.