Mansion That Is About To Get Way Creepier, Sunday Evening

Mike was out of the house, probably working on island or... something else. Either way, Derek was alone in the mansion, eyeing his phone every few minutes like he'd hear from the Sheriff with an update on Stiles any moment now.

Which meant they were still looking and he was still waiting for the slim chance that Stiles came back to Fandom instead of sticking around Beacon Hills. Stiles. Not the nogitsune. That was all he could hope for right now as he waited less and less patiently with each passing day.

Derek sighed, leaning more heavily against the kitchen counter as he tried and failed to not feel how quiet and lonely the house was right now.

[NFB, and for one! Blanket trigger warning for Very Bad Things here. Ye be warned!]