The Aftermath
Stiles woke to a blistering headache. He ran a shaky finger across his neck where he had sliced. It was gone, completely gone. His eyes widened and he ran his hand up and down where Scott had bite him.
"It-it was just a dream!" He chuckled softly.
"Allison is alive! She's okay! We're okay!" He grinned and rolled off Scott's couch skidding across the floor towards the voices coming from the kitchen.
He came to an abrupt stop in front of the kitchen door when he heard Scott say, "Do you think he'll forgive me?"
"You're his best friend. He has to." Derek sounded tired and...scared?
"Do you think he'll forgive himself?" Scott sighed.
Stiles had to lean against the door to hear Lydia's whisper, "F-for Allison?"
Suddenly his world came crashing down. He backed away from the door. His heart pounded out of his chest. He crashed into a little table and fell to the floor. Everyone ran out of the kitchen to inspect the supposedly sleeping boy. Stiles was frozen in place. His eyes stung and his head felt as though it was lit on fire.
"No, no, no, no." It seemed as though this was the only word he could bring to his bloody lips.
"Stiles.." Lydia reached out to him, but he backed away from her. Within seconds he was retching on the floor. The pack turned away in disturbance as black liquid landed on the ground under the shaking boy.
Once he finished, Scott pulled him up from the ground, with his hands under Stiles' armpits. "Come on," He whispered heaving the other boy back up onto the couch. After having fallen over the table, Stiles had noticed a small pocketknife laying there. As soon as his bottom touched the couch he reached over with astonishing speed and grabbed the knife pulling it open and dragging it across the flesh on his neck.
Lydia screamed. The wound healed within seconds and Stiles tired to do it again, but Scott wrestled to weapon from his hand. Derek walked forward and without a word said, he slapped the pale boy across the face. His cheek lit up within seconds and he clutched a hand to it.
"Derek! What the hell?" Scott roared glaring at the older wolf.
"He's a fucking idiot!" Derek's eyes glowed, but Peter's hand on his shoulder calmed him immensely.
"He needs something a little different." Peter whispered in Derek's ear motioning to Lydia who kneeled in front of Stiles with both of her hands on each of his cheeks.
Derek nodded, turning away from the scene. He felt bad, but he just wasn't good at this kind of thing.
As the pack watched worriedly, they all had the same thought in their head;
"Is the Nogitsune really gone?"