It all happened without reason, without warning. I wasn't ready, I would never be ready. I think to truly understand what happened that night you would have to review the whole situation in Isaac's eyes, sadly as I am not Isaac, I can't do that. I won't pretend to know what Isaac did to him, I wont pretend to be the all knowing Alpha, that's what got me in this mess in the first place. All I can do is tell you what I saw, what I know and the difficulties, no, the living hell that I went through after stiles stilinski was brought to me, closer to death than I had ever seen anyone alive be.
By all accounts the kid should have been dead but leave it to stiles to be the awkward one, he was alive, but only just. Looking back it probably would have been better for me if he was dead but then I've grown to find that what would have been better for me has become significantly less important over knows why or how he had survived but he had and he looked terrible.
Limp in Isac's arms, he was a mere shell of a man, barely breathing and not strong enough to even open his eyes. This is my fault, a voice cut through my head, every word like a separate knife in the gut only the wounds form the words didn't heal. Despite all of the emptiness and weakness of Stiles lying there, there was one thing that I will never forget, in the way that he struggled for breaths, the way that his hands shook as if they were desperately grasping for life, clinging onto it with what little life he had left. It was inspiring, he didn't ever let go, he didn't ever stop trying to breath, to live. "Derek" Isac began but I didn't let him finish "leave it Isaac you've done enough" and with my usual glare I managed to scare him into silence. Granted, it might be a little unfair to treat Isaac the way I do but in my defence very little of what Issac says is of any interest and there was not enough words in this wold to make he forgive him for whatever he had done to Stiles. Slowly, I took Stiles from Isaac and watched him walk away guiltily "what has he done" I asked myself quietly not sure what to do.
"Derek? " was the first thing I heard from Stiles