Derek stares intently at the invitation in his hand.
After a few minutes of contemplation, he pulls out his phone and texts Cora.
“Do you remember that Stiles guy?”
Cora responds immediately. “The one who left you alone in bed and had you crying into a tub of ice cream for the next 3 days? Yes.”
Derek huffs as he types, “It wasn’t 3 days.”
"You’re right. It was four."
“Nevermind,” Derek sends exasperatedly.
Cora seems undeterred. “What about him?”
Derek glances back at the invitation before responding.
“We had a one night stand six months ago and he just invited me to his wedding. Who the fuck does that?”
This is my family. I found it, all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good.
The Argent family has been around for over 400 years. A powerful, wealthy, aristocratic family of werewolf hunters.
"a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless
he keeps his mouth shut,
which is what you
because you are w e a k and h o l l o w and it doesn’t matter anymore.” [x]