He was thrown like a rag doll against the wall and slid down in a pile of broken bones. His heart a shredded mess within his chest. His soul aching from the torment of watching his beloved mate die in front of him as he was ripped to shreds by the blood thirsty kanima. Blood dripped into his eyes from the gash on his forehead and the beating of his heart pounded inside of his skull. His sight blurred as he searched for Stiles's hand in the dark. The kanima's triumphant hissing filled the dark dirty space that was once the Hale house. Derek could hear his former pack whimpering with knowledge he was dyingvand his heart took another blow as the darkness closed in. He would not live to see this night through but he had the small comfort of knowing that at least he would die holding his beloved Stiles in his arms and he would see him on the other side where they would roam free together as wolves, together as one.