Stiles was confused and angry and he wished Derek would talk to him. He had banged at the door for hours each day, yelling for Derek, but the werewolf was ignoring him. Stiles couldn't help but think it had to do with him. Derek didn't want a human mate. Didn't want a Stiles. Who would want an over energetic spaz? Derek didn't.
Stiles didn't know what woke up a Tuesday night. Maybe it was the throbbing in his hand which he knew wasn't part of the mate mark. He missed Derek. But when he slowly woke he notice the door was open. He crawled out of bed and moved into Derek's room only to see it was dark and empty. But his smell was here. Unable to stop himself Stiles crawled onto Derek's bed and snuggled down in the pillow and blankets that smelt like his Master. He had no doubt Derek would be angry when he came back but at least they would talk. With that thought Stiles drifted to sleep with Derek's scent surrounding him.