A/N! I'm soooooo sorry for the wait, I had the most severe form of writer's block! Anyways, this chapter gets into first person a bit, let me know how that works, it's not really my strong suit in fanfic. Also, this gets into total Sterek and has an almost sex scene, if you can't handle it, don't read! Anywho, on with the story! Allons-y!

Just the next day, Liam stopped talking to us. He cut off all communication. After a while of him ignoring them Scott, of course, went over to Liam's place to check on him, concerned about the boy. What he found made him stumble back, out of the room as his stomach heaved and eyes blurred. He tried to hold back the bile raising into his mouth and the vomit entering his throat to escape his mouth.

The stench thickening the air and making him gag, unable to hold back the vomit any m mm longer, he lets loose, emptying his stomach contents to the floor. Liam's body had to have been there for a while, rotting and being eaten by the bugs crawling over his organs. His stomachwas ripped open, allowing his insides to spill out, onto the ground and into his lap, on the bloodied blade resting on his thighs, his hands wrapped around the hilt. On closer inspection, if he had looked, it was Kira's sword.

He began to sob, crying for the boy who he had grown so fond of. The boy who was no more. And it was all because of him. It was all his fault. He should have realized Liam wouldn't leave them. It was all his fault. Liam... He had so much to live for... So much he could have done... He whimpers, attempting to call out the boy's name, but only managing to get out a slight, choked whine. "L-Liam..." The boy, seemingly broken and helpless, threw back his head and simply howled. His cry was full of sadness, loss, pain, fear, need. He desperately needed the few left in his pack. He needed Stiles and Derek, but mostly he needed Peter. The young wolf needed his Mate. He needed the comfort of the Alpha's arms around him.

It only took a few minutes before Peter's arms were wrapped around him, pulling the boy to his chest, carrying him out the window, bringing him home. To the Hale house, up to Peter's room. The younger wolf didn't stop howling, he couldn't stop whimpering and sobbing, crying into Peter's shoulder. Peter lays the Beta down on the bed, he had finally fallen asleep, exhausted from his crying and the damned emotional roller coaster he had been on the past few months. Peter strokes the boy's still wet cheek gently, his eyes softened with adoration plain on his face.

STILES POV

Walking into my room, I flop down, landing sprawled out on my bed. Hearing my window slide open, I glance over and smile. "Hey Sourwolf." Derek growled, but I could tell he wasn't serious. I rearrange myself, making more room on my already tiny bed that, apparently, wasn't necessary. Instead of taking the bed, Mr. Growly decided I looked more comfortable. His chest pressed down on me as his lips covered mine, kissing me deeply, unable to refuse the man, my arms go around his neck, pulling him closer, my fingers clutching to his hair, tugging slightly. As he runs his hands down my body, I bite back a moan. "Derek..."

He covered my mouth with his again, slipping his hands under my shirt, breaking our kiss only to pull the offending fabric over my head. His hips roll against mine, I feel his erection pressing against me, I moan again, reaching for his pants, not bothering with his shirt.

I barely get his pants unbuttoned before Derek pulls back ripping off his shirt, literally and sexily, and pulling off his pants before taking off the remainder of clothes between us. While he was busy with our clothing, I reach under my pillow, grabbing the small tube of lube hidden there, once Derek kissed me again, I slip the container into his hand, tuen steoke my hands down his chest. Moaning when I come to his hips, then drifting inwards, towards his cock. I hear a snap as he closes the lid of the lube, shoving it back under my pillow. His hands reach my ass right as mine touch on his dick. I begin to stroke my hand along his penis, but before he can react his phone goes off.

One annoying thing about Derek, he always checks his phone when it goes off. No matter what, especially recently. Groaning, I roll away from the wolf, now laying on my side with my back to him. He talks for a bit before getting up, off my bed. Shutting off his phone and pulling off his clothes.

"Something urgent..?" Derek leans down and kisses me gently before murmuring an apology and jumping out the damned window.

SCOTT POV

A couple days after finding Liam, I needed to talk to Stiles, but he wasn't home, he wasn't answering my calls or texts, after checking around everywhere I could think of and still being unable to find him, I go to see if he was with Sheriff. The secretary lets me back to see the man. I knock once before opening the door, finding Stiles' dad hunching over his desk, the perfect image of sleeping on the job. But I know it's not slumber that pulled the sheriff from his work, his breath wasn't saying sleep, it was screaming death.

STILES POV

I was sitting at my desk, researching, sifting through information and possible leads, trying desperately to find something useful when my phone goes off, rolling my eyes at the picture of Scott as caller ID. "Yeah?"

"Stiles?" His voice was choked and it sounded like he was crying.

"Scott?" Slight panic in my voice as I jump up. "What's wrong?"

"Stiles... Your dad..."

"Dad?" Knowing something serious happened, I grab my keys and run out, jumping in my jeep. "Scott, where are you?" He's eventually able to choke out, "police station..." Telling him I'd be there soon, I break practically every traffic law and get there in a record of five minutes

Seeing a couple ambulances out front, I rush in, searching for Scott. After finding him, he tells me what happened, apparently there had been glass shards in Dad's coffee, riping open his throat as he took a drink. No one knew how they got there or who put them there, though they did have a suspect. A young girl with dark hair, pale skin and light eyes, she had brought Dad his coffee. After learning this, me and Scott simultaneously fell on each other, crying and hugging, searching for comfort within their best friend. Eventually, we were ushered out, told to go home and rest, I drove Scott home, to his house not the Hale's, then made my way back to mine.

I laid in bed for a while, processing. Unable to cry because it was still so surreal. I knew I should have called Derek, but I couldn't. I heard my window slide open, rubbing the tears that finally found their way to my eyes, I turn. Expecting to find Derek, but instead greeted by the body of a young female. Her face covered in darkness, but when she spoke, I knew who it was and gasped.

"Stiles... I need your help. Derek needs your help." I could hear her desperation. I was scared because I hadn't heard from Derek all day, I whisper, unable to force anything else out of my lungs.

"What? What happened to Derek?!"

"He... He needs help and you're the only one who can." She walks forward, holding out a syringe, filled with a strange colored liquid. "He has a serious illness, he'll die if you don't inject him with this! The closer to his heart, the better."

Then she left, saying nothing more. Concerned, I leave my house, heading towards the Hale home.