AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS STORY IS A REMAKE AND IMPROVED VERSION OF MY TEEN WOLF FIC ON MY ORIGINAL PROFILE, MOONCHILD8789. I PLAN ON MAKING THIS STORY BETTER AND IT WILL BE VERY DIFFERENT.

THANK YOU FOR READING IT AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.

The Prologue:

Nightfalls over Beacon Hills as a slight chill breezes its way through the lukewarm air. The moon is full, gleaming with the surrounding stars. A baby blue jeep drives on an empty road. There's nothing, but trees surrounding the area for miles. It's dark, but the headlights of the truck keeps the driver on track.

Driving the truck is Stiles. Her beauty is hidden underneath her tomboy fashion of a plaid shirt and skinny jeans. Her brunette hair is long and silky. She's cute, but doesn't know how beautiful she really is. Stiles tries to make light of the situation by blasting and dancing to the song "Start the commotion" by the Wise Guys.

Suddenly, her phone rings, which is sitting on on a case attached to the plastic air vents. Stiles turns the music down and hurries to answer the phone call.

"Hello?" Stiles is the first to say.

"Stiles!" Scott's voice is in a panic. "Stiles, thank God! Where are you?" The tone in Scott's voice worries her.

"On my way home. Why?" Stiles questions.

"We got rid of the alpha pack, but one of them escaped." Scott answers and that definitely scares Stiles.

"What do you mean escape?" The sound of Stiles' voice shakes.

"I don't know. It just did. Derek went after them, bt we have another problem." Scott says. A long beat passes. "...We think they're coming after you."

"WHAT?!" Stiles is about to freak out.

Out of nowhere, a shadowy figure charging towards the Jeep kicks the driver side door. BOOM! The kick causes a loud explosion of metal as the jeep flies through the woods violently, knocking down trees while becoming completely destroyed. The jeep lands upside down. Stiles is hurt and injured badly.

A demonic, humanoid wolf-like beast. Their claws and fangs glisten in the night, ready to tear through anything. The beast's crimson eyes gleam like blood flowing through a river. Stiles' gasps in pain from a collapsed lung. The beast snarls, hearing her cries. Her heart races like lightning pulsing through the sky.

"Derek." Stiles rolls the first name that comes to her mind from her wheezing throat. She can barely speak as thick blood spills from her mouth. Tears stream down her eyes. She knows that she's going to die. "Derek." Her mind is in a haze. Her body begins to shut down. Her vision is blurry as her eyelids begin to close. The beast just gets closer and closer…...and closer!

Suddenly, a growl rips through the night as something heavy crashes into the beast. There's an altercation. That's when Stiles' hear the sound of flesh tearing and beast-like cries echoing in her hollow ears. A moment of seconds passes as an unknown figure approaches the devastated jeep.

"Stiles!" It's Derek! Derek tears the door off the hinges and bends down to look at Stiles. She's lifeless. Seeing her like this hurts him. His eyes haven't changed. They're as sinister as the beast that haunted her. "STILES!"

Derek uses his claws to cut the seatbelt. Stiles' body drops to the roof of the jeep with a loud thud. Derek rushes to drag her out of the jeep and lifts her into his arms. He caresses her face. For the first time, he's actually scared. He doesn't want to lose Stiles and would do anything to protect her.

(...)

Moments Later

ICU

Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital

Stiles is rushed into a hospital room. Her father, John, and the others are behind the crowd of doctors. The look of worry on their face is haunting. Everything is chaotic as the doctors prepare to perform surgery on Stiles and keep her alive. John is about to run into the room, but is stopped by Melissa and another doctor.

"John, you cannot be here, right now." Melissa tries to talk him down.

"That is my daughter! Why can't I be with her?" John is frantic.

"Stiles is in the best hands, right now. They're going to do everything they can to make sure she's okay."

Abruptly, the heart monitor attached to Stiles goes crazy. Her pulse is slowly dying and she's….she's…..

"Her heart rate is dropping!" A doctor yells.

"We got a Code Blue! CODE BLUE!" Another one yells as well.

"What the hell is happening?" The sheriff wonders.

Two more doctors are pushing an emergency cart into the room as John and the others move aside. Melissa makes sure she has John at bay. The heart monitor's beats quickly before the pulse reading goes flat. Stiles' is gone!

"STILES!" John overpowers Melissa, forcing Scott and Derek to intervene. "STILES! STILES! NO!" Tears flow down his face as his heart breaks.

A doctor zaps Stiles' with the defibrillator. There's nothing. Her injuries have taken a toll on her body. ZAP! She's hit again. Nothing. Derek looks toward Stiles. A part of him wants to break and cry. His soul is tearing itself apart. He's about to lose someone important to him….his mate!

The golden plexes in Lydia's eyes suddenly flashes purple. Everything and everyone around her is in slow motion. Time literally stops. Lights throughout the hospital flicker. There are sparks as the bulbs in the ceiling explode. Lydia takes a step. She doesn't what she's feeling. It's as if her feet are gliding towards Stiles' body. Something drives her. She can feel this surge pulsing through her veins. It's pure power!

"Stiles." Lydia whispers the name. Her eyes are electrified with purple. She inches closer and closer until she's close enough to grab one of Stiles' hands. That's when her face contorts. She sucks all the air that she can into her lungs. "STILES!"

An electromagnetic pulse blasts through the hospital and eventually the town from her scream. The doctors, John, Melissa, the pack, and everyone else are flung with a massive force. The pulse causes all the power in the town to shut off. Sparks fly. Lydia's scream dies out with a loud explosion. She falls back and hits the floor.

The heart monitor reads a pulse. It's Stiles! She's alive. It takes everyone a brief moment to recover from the strange event. Lydia is passed out as bewilderment flashes across their faces. John hurries over to Stiles. She's okay. Everybody looks down at Lydia after they stand. There's a cold and terrifying silence between them. And as Lydia lies unconscious, the pack begins to wonder what she's truly capable of as the scene fades.

(...)

A Forest

Unknown Location

Stiles is standing in the middle of a forest with confusion on her face. Everything is so beauty and bright. Sunlight kisses her surroundings as warmth worms its way into her body. She doesn't feel as if she's in danger, but….in peace. The orchids and the flowers are so stunning and colorful. It's like heaven!

"Stiles." A woman calls her name. Stiles recognizes the voice. She turns to suddenly see her mother, Claudia, standing behind her from afar.

"Mom?" Stiles' voice trembles. There's a rush of adrenaline passing through her chest. Tears threaten her eyes.

"It's not your time." Claudia tells her.

(...)

Hospital Room

Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital

Stiles gaps awake. She's weak. She has no idea where she is. The feeling of a thin tube in her throat alerts her. Stiles is quick to force it out of her throat and mouth as she chokes. The heart monitor goes insane. Her body is weak. The feeling in her legs is deeply strained. All the muscles in her body are diminished in strength.

Someone rushes inside the hospital room. It's a nurse. The nurse goes over to help Stiles, who is trying to catch her breath and see where she is. Her mind plunges in a deep abyss. Her body goes lax. Her pulse pounds as her eyes roll in the back of her head. Stiles is having a panic attack! She about to pass out!

"Miss. Stilinski, you have to slow your breathing and calm down!" The nurse comforts her. She presses the alert button on a remote near the bed. Stiles wheezes in response.

Melissa comes into the room as Stiles' eyes roll in the back of her head. She caresses her face, trying to get her to calm down.

"Stiles, baby! You're going to have slow down your breathing. Look at me!"

Stiles' eyes slowly makes contact with Melissa's. A long beat passes. Stiles' breathing begins to slow as the haziness begins to fade like a flame on a match. Melissa coaches her breathing. The monitor begins to calm down as well.

"You're doing good. I'm here." Melissa says while the nurse heads out to get the doctor.

"...Mom!" Grimace and tears take over Stiles' expression as she calls for her mother in a weak, wheezy voice. Melissa is taken aback from it.

"It's okay." She whispers in comfort.

"Where am I?" Stiles' voice comes back, but it's still weak.

"You're in the hospital. You were in a coma." Melissa smiles. She's happy to see her okay.

"What? For how long?"

"Sweety, you've been in a coma for six months." Melissa answers.

Suddenly, confusion lights Stiles face. She's in disbelief. The doctor and the nurse enter the hospital room and the only thing Stiles can think is what have she missed over the past six months.