The end is near

He stood at the window, looking,at nothing really. Unseeing eyes replaying the events of the last few months. He through glass at Isaac, Isaac, of all the people in the sourwolf's screwed up life. The one who was locked in a damn ice chest by that basterd excuse of an abusive father-' just calm down, Derek'.

'Do you think I care about your little high-school prom date?' Had he actually said that to Scott? When Derek, of all people, knew what it was like to love someone at that age, when he of all people had loved too much. The man began to see spots dance around his vision, blurring out the rain dripped window. And his sister, oh god, what did she think of him? He had practically killed Boyd himself that night. She was a witness to his god, he failed his pack!And it was all brutally crashing down on the man as he sank to the stained concrete floor, tears replacing spots. Had it all been about power? Was he that-that desperate for someone to look at him- trust him-no-god forbid love him? But then again he couldn't be loved, not with what he had become; the very thing he vowed not to be. For lack of better wording; the 'bad alpha'. Derek Hale, from generations of legendary alphas, was unfit to carry on the gene. Creating a pack out of low self esteemed teenagers-using their weaknesses as an advantage that could only be his down fall- what the hell. What the hell was he thinking!? The young man clawed angrily at his hair, sobbing into his knees. Only curling in tighter when he herd the sound of femininily dainty feet shuffle toward him.

"Derek?" She questioned, hesitant to go beyond a murmur. Cora hurriedly glided over to her big brother, hovering, not entirely sure what to do.

"I-I-"

"It's okay, Derek"

"I've, I've failed all of you," he sniffled, wiping his eyes, lips trembling."I don't know what to do, I've been so confu-used a-a-nd I don't know what to do an-an-y more." His shoulders started shaking with silent tears, not even bothering to look up at the rest of the pack, whom he knew were there. Isaac, Lydia, styles, and Scott, were all there watching him cry pathetically like the stupid alpha that Derek was. Stupid stupid-

"Derek? Jesus!" Styles whispered. Derek was having a panicky attack-breakdown thingy? And to make it worse, none of them knew what to do about it. He was so distant from everyone, even his sister. He had been allowed to blame himself and wallow in self unapriciation for so long, and no one was ever there to tell him that,no, it wasn't his fault. So with that, styles walked right up to Derek, sat down next to the sobbing form, and put his lanky arm around the grown man's broad shoulders. The werewolf awkwardly rubbed his eyes with his arm, embarrassment flooding his features.

"Derek-" Cora watched this shell of the brother she used to know shakily get to his feet and swiftly walk out of the loft.

All living beings in the room stood shell shocked.