Stiles POV:
"Stiles just drop it!" Derek said as he pushed passed me into my room, thankfully my dad was pulling a double shift at the station so he wouldn't be privy to our screaming match that had started back at Derek's loft. "Drop it? Drop it?" I yell back, doing everything I can not to let the tears that I could feel beginning to well in my eyes flow freely. "My boyfriend sleeps with someone else, a female someone else, and I should just drop it? Sorry Derek maybe you don't care enough about our relationship to be monogamous but I sure as hell do. I can't believe you would do this to me and then let me find out about it from her in front of the entire pack." Not being able to keep them back anymore I let the tears fall. As I do I begin to notice that Derek has turned away from me and that his hands are opening and closing and his claws have revealed themselves meaning that he is having trouble keeping his wolf under control but still I press on, I will not let him off the hook for this. "Do you really think that little of me? If that's what you think why even be with me in the first place. You knew going into this how insecure I was about you and me and you go and do this and prove those insecurities right." I barely finish the sentence before Derek turns around and shoves me against the wall of my bedroom as he does so I feel his claws puncture the skin on my sides and yelp in pain but this does little to deter him. "You want to know what I think? I think that you and your constant whining and insecurities are what drove me to fuck Braedan. I mean why not she's hot and you, let's face it, are just happy for any little bit of attention I throw at you and if it wasn't for your tight little ass and your ability to suck cock I would have left you along time ago." He growled in my ear as his claws began to move from sides around to the front of my stomach, making the punctures of his claws into long slashes through my abdomen. The pain was excruciating and was making it hard to breathe, I tried to struggle and that just made things worse. Derek pulled his now bloodied claws from body and wrapped them around my neck and bashed my head against the wall with enough force that it caused my vision to blacken, but that could have been from the blood I was sure I was losing. His claws then punctured my neck, and a trail of blood began to slide down my neck. Why was he saying and doing this to me? This isn't the Derek I know and love. Maybe I didn't know him at all. As I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness as his hands tightened around my neck I couldn't help but thinking that this is how my life ends. Not from some enemy wolf pack, not from a kanima or fox demon but at the hands of the man I loved and I was sure loved me once. Then everything went black.