Sorry for the long wait! School started up and I had a bit of writers block for a while. But I got this chapter out for all of you!

The door opened to revile Tony. "So I'm already betting that you're wrong. The Alpha, Derek? He told us why he came."

"To find his mate. Did he say when this guy left?" Stiles asked, trying to look professional with red rimmed eyes. He was hurting, but that didn't mean that he was going to avoid his responsibilities. He had to prove to everyone that he was stronger than they thought.

"Oh, about a year ago today. And didn't you leave town around that time?" Tony asked. "According to him, if a non-wolf is the mate of a wolf, they only feel this bond connection thing as a much lesser thing unless accepted. Let's say, in the form of a overblown crush?"

Stiles stared at the man. "M… Me? That's not possible. I'm not even part of the pack." It didn't even register to the young man that Tony, and apparently everyone else knew about the love he felt for Derek.

Tony shrugged. "He said you were. Still are. Something about the moon and balance? I didn't pay attention to the mystical mumbo-jumbo, I left to let you know." He shook his head to focus. "Look, they're all howling like mad dogs down there. And it's freaking loud."

Stiles sighed, and headed for the door. "Fine. But I'm telling you. I was never part of the pack. No one in that town cared about me, my mental or my physical health." He walked down the hallways, his "siblings" and Tony flanking him.

The howling was almost ear splitting. People were covering their ears while the pack howled. "That is enough! Or no one is going back ho… back to Beacon Hills!" Everyone stopped howling.

"Stiles, I'm so sorry man!" Scott started exclaiming. "I never meant to hurt you! I'm so sorry I wasn't the friend you deserved! Sorry for making you feel like you weren't important when you're so important! You're my best friend! My brother! I just took and took and I never gave back anything! I'm so so sorry!"

Stiles held up a hand to silence Scott before he could yell anything else. "I want to know what is going on right now."

Above them, and towards the entrance, the Wreaking Crew were laughing at them. "What a bunch of losers!"

Stiles shot a harsh glare at them. "I swear I will authorize Black Widow and Hawkeye to beat the living shit out of you. So shut your mouths NOW!"

The whole room went dead silent. The only thing that anyone could hear was the sound of air entering and leaving bodies.

"When did Stilinski get an Alpha voice?" Jackson was the first one to find his voice. "Do mates always do that sort of thing?"

"I'm not a mate." Stiles growled at everyone. "You have to matter to be a mate. You have to have a connection. You need to be worth the time and effort. What about any of that says me? I mean, no one even noticed that I was gone!"

The young agent was letting his emotions run away from him, but at the moment, he couldn't care less.

"It has been a year. A whole fucking YEAR! And who noticed? Probably Dad eventually, maybe after a week. But hey! A month after I joined SHIELD and still no messages in any way shape or form!" He paced in front of the cells, making eye contact with the people he once called friends, before realizing that he didn't count that way to them. "Maybe someone noticed that they could actually think cause I wasn't there talking up a storm! So what possessed you to come here, claiming to be looking for a mate?" He glared at the pack of werewolves and other supernatural beings. "What is the real reason you can snooping around? What the hell made you come to where I final had a life!?"

Lydia was the only one to speak, and her words made everyone not part of the Beacon Hills pack stop.

"I had a dream that you weren't actually dead."

Oh no! What does this mean for our characters? What does Lydia mean? Who knows?!

Well, I do of course, but you all have to wait!

Let me know what you think of this chapter! I was really looking forward to posting this one!