'Fake Call, FAKE CALL. NO, NO, NO.'

Stiles head was going to explode. He was running through the dark forest faster and faster, tripping, ripping his pants from the bushes. Could he be so stupid to believe that call? It was just a plan so he and Isaac could be as far as possible from each other. He wouldn't forgive himself if he was too late.

His lungs were on fire, his eyes filling with tears. His legs were barely holding him up. He finally managed it to Isaac.

'Stiles, NO.' Isaac cried, as Deucalion was holding him tight in front of himself.

'Aaah, just on time' Deucalion smiled with his dirty mouth that Stiles wanted to hit so badly. 'It was very easy to separate you, but you were smart enough to understand it was all fake.'

'Let him go' Stiles raised voice, panting for air, whole shaking.

'Yeah, of course' Deucalion wrapped palm around Isaac's chin and span his head to the side.

'ISAAC' Stiles groaned and tried to step forward.

Isaac's body dropped on the dirt, with head towards Stiles, with no light in his eyes. Stiles tripped and fell as well, 4 foots away from Isaac.

'ISAAC, ISAAC' he was crying, and his voice was ripping the night forest making all asleep animals to wake up. 'NO. NO. ISAAC' his voice was like a broken gramophone record.

'What a pathetic picture' Deucalion smirked and walked between the trees, away from that 'When they are split apart, they are weaker…' and he disappeared.

Stiles dragged himself to Isaac's body. He didn't need to check his pulse… he was dead.

'No no no no no no…' Stiles was choking on his tears. The darkness around him was getting thicker and suffocating. He was squeezing Isaac's leather jacket, looking him right in his dead eyes, dripping tears on his pale face.

'Oh GOD, PLEASE…' He was prying, swinging on his knees. He was losing his sanity. He couldn't lose him. He didn't want to accept that alternative. No.

Isaac suddenly took a deep breath and blinked with eyes and moaned.

'That sucks' he gasped and probed on his elbows.

'ISAAC' Stiles cried and hanged on Isaac's neck crying on his shoulder, burying fingers in his curly silk hair. 'What happened? How are you…? Stiles tried to ask when he pulled back a little to brush with thumbs Isaac's cheeks. The boy was still sobbing and shaking from the shock.

'Back up plan. With little help of a spell and a friend.' Isaac smirked.

Some branches cracked from the side and when Stiles looked it was Lydia, smiling slightly.

'We had luck it worked.' She said. 'You can thank me later' she winked at them and walked the path that was leading to her car.

'Something smelled funny all the time so I prepared with Lydia for extreme situations.'

'I almost died those few minutes with you dead in my arms' Stiles sobbed and pressed forehead to Isaac's.

'I knew it you love me that much, that's why I couldn't leave you alone, not before I tell you how precious you are to me' Isaac whispered sliding hand behind Stiles neck. Stiles took a deep breath surprised by Isaac's intimacy and before he could react, Isaac cut the distance between their faces, their lips meeting in a soft warm kiss, full of 1000 words. Stiles could swear he couldn't live a day off without his werewolf after this night. Not after he almost lost him. There was so much warmth and power and sex in their kisses. They were connected.