Chapter ten

So I am loving the response to all of my stories, thank you to everyone sorry this chapter was late but I've been busy writing other things then I had some technical difficulties. Thank you for all being patient with me.

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Stiles:

It was about a week into training when it happened. I was allowing them to take a break for the rest of the week due to me working them to the bone. It was Saturday and I was on the couch reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I had managed to swipe it from the library without the whole pack just watching me, apparently they still think I will jump at the chance to run. Well I wouldn't leave anyone just high and dry especially the Hale pack.

Anyway, I was sitting there reading when all of a sudden I hear a clank of metal, and then the distinct breaking of glass. I didn't think much of it until I felt my heart rate had sped up and a pull where I was connecting the whole pack to myself. It felt like someone was pulling on a rope hard, I could feel the pull on my heart and it was a horrible pain that shot through my whole body. Without another word I bolted into the kitchen.

I don't know what I was expecting in the kitchen but it definitely wasn't this; I slid into the kitchen to see the whole pack was apparently there, even Peter and Derek, apparently I wasn't the only one who had felt the pull. Isaac was scrunched over trying to get as far away from the crowd as possible. I tuned into my hearing, his heart and breathing were crazy, he was mumbling incoherent words, and his eyes were distant. Panic attack. I knew that Isaac dad was an abuser back in high school but I couldn't say anything due to my own situation.

"Please I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean it please just don't hurt me" Isaac says. He was most likely having a flashback. I knew I should've just leave it alone but I couldn't, the kid did help me out the other night, I did kind of owe him.

Without thinking I rushed forward only to be stopped by an angry alpha.

"Please I can help. Just let me help, or he will black out from lack of oxygen, that's why he is breathing like that." I pleaded.

Without another word he let me go, but I still got many growls from the rest of the pack, somewhere along the line of if you hurt him, and I will rip your throat out. I shrugged them off and made my way to Isaac, gesturing for them to move back. They did as they were told and I set to work.

When I bent down, Isaac automatically tried to shove himself further into the counters, I didn't think it was possible but he did, I thought he would become part it with how much force he was using. Surprisingly he hadn't switched into wolf mode, which was amazing for me, now I wouldn't have to hurt him.

"Please don't hurt me. I-I'll be good I p-promise j-just leave me alone." He stuttered, and I would be lying if my heart didn't break just a little. No I couldn't get attached, help them defeat the alpha pack, then pack up your bags, that was it nothing more, nothing less.

"Isaac you are here, with stiles and your pack, you need to come back, come back to me." I said softly just above a whisper, as to not frighten the boy. I was trying to get him out of the flashback but I was too late.

His breathing and heart rate became shallower and faster, he began looking around frantically as if trying to process the words being said. I didn't think about what I did next.

Before he had a chance to black out I put my hands on his cheeks, ignoring the growls of protest, and began to chant in Latin, soon a spark filled my hands and I began to take away the panic, fear, and pain, and replace it with my calmness. His veins began to turn black as he sucked away all the pain.

It began to burn in his veins like poison and acid all at the same time, the pain began to get too much so I squeezed my eyes shut. I began to hear his heart beat and breathing return to normal.

"Stiles? … Stiles stop I'm ok, I'm ok." Isaac pleaded coming to the realization of what was happening. I didn't care all I could think about was the pain this boy went through and continued to take it away.

It was only when two strong arms carried me away did I stop. I felt light headed, but still tried to walk, that was apparently the worst decision I ever made because as soon as I tried, my vision began to blur and mix together and soon I was falling. I thought I would feel the pain of the floor on my face but I was caught yet again by the same arms that had dragged me away from Isaac. I looked up and saw Derek there worry evident on his face.

"Sorry sour wolf." Was the last thing I was able to say as I blacked out yet again?

I blame them, I never had this problem on my own, but then again I never had people I cared enough about to do this for.

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When I woke up it was dark, and I was on something soft. It wasn't my bed, no it was a little too small for a bed, a couch? Maybe. I felt movement in the room ad I immediately froze. Where was I? am I still at the hale house? Have I been captured by the alpha pack again? Am I back at my bastard fathers house? All these thoughts began to jumble in my mind and my heart began to pound.

A hand lightly touched my shoulder as the light was turned on, I will deny to my dying day that I relaxed and moved into the touch Derek had on my shoulder, and even found it comforting. He looked tired and worn out. I began to examine the room and soon found the whole pack was around the couch (that had been pulled out into a little twin sized bed) and somehow touching me, even peter. Chris was the only one not touching me but in the arm chair right beside me as close as he could get it, and I can see why considering there was no room.

Allusion and Scott where on the floor right beside my bed and they were touching my arm, Boyd and Erica were by my feet intertwined and sort of looked like they had morphed into me, Isaac settled back in, when he was done turning on the lights, and was right beside me on my left and Danny on my right, Jackson and Lydia had occupied my head space, and peter was using my torso as a pillow.

I jerked up, which was a bad idea as my head began to pound and felt as if I hit my head with a jack hammer. Derek pushed me back down gently and I just stared at him wide eyed, this was the first time I had seen him use the gentler side of him. I closed my eyes to block out the pain. I am usually uncomfortable with people touching me, because I have never really known a nice touch. Prison was awful considering I was the youngest and they did like the younger ones but it was still better than my fathers, plus I could defend myself against those assholes, but I let it slide and it actually felt comforting to have someone touching me.

It was different considering I wasn't pack but they were all, dare I say it, having a puppy pile with me, all touching me, all making sure I didn't just slip away in their sleep. And that made me feel a little better, until my brain caught up with me.

They don't like you it's the spell no one likes you, you will get attached and want to stay but after they are out of danger and then they won't be able to get rid of you fast enough. I began to think until I heard Derek's voice.

"STILES!" he yelled, but not too loud as if not to hurt my ears "stop moving." He said gruffly.

I didn't even realize I had begun to squirm I soon stilled and began to relax. As soon as Derek saw that I wouldn't squirm he let go of my shoulder, I will never admit that it disappointed me a little more than it should have as he walked over to the love seat. I cleared my throat.

"What happened?" I asked, I couldn't remember anything past the dark enveloping me, and Derek's concerning gaze.

"Well you decided to be all hero and take away whatever the hell you took from Isaac that made him calm down." Peter said in that snarky tone, but underneath you could hear the worry. You could see Isaac go scarlet red. Soon everything came back, the pounding of Isaacs's heartbeat, not thinking just wanting to help, help a pack that wasn't even his, that strong feeling to keep him safe, to keep everyone safe, I had never felt that way before. If Isaac would've blacked out, he would've wolfed out and gone straight for the alpha, Derek. I couldn't let that happen I couldn't let Derek get hurt. This feeling is something he definitely needs to bring up with Deaton…

I was brought out of my thought by Erica.

"What did you do anyway? We can take pain away but that… that was different." She said her voice laced with curiosity.

"I took away his pain, his panic. I made sure he wouldn't turn, that he wouldn't hurt any of you. Are you alright Isaac?" I croaked worry lacing my voice

Isaac raised an eyebrow; something I'm sure Derek has taught him and said "dude you are the one that blacked out and you're asking me if I'm ok?" at my blank face he sighed "yes I'm fine stiles, how are you?"

I shrugged and winced, I was in pain from head to toe, but I sure as hell am not going to show it. Apparently I was really horrible at hiding the pain because when Derek walked back over, he put his hands on my head and his veins began to turn black, I tried to push him off but it was no use. The pain began to ebb away and my eyes began to sag. Before I knew it the lights were off and Danny was moving to squeeze with Isaac in the little room they had and Derek took Danny's place by me. I opened my mouth to protest but was stopped by Derek.

"Shut up stiles and go to sleep." He said softly, there was no venom in his words

I didn't have anything to say and no protest would leave my lips. Everyone was silent and Scott clutched me a little tighter in his sleep. And soon I began to drift into a dreamless sleep.

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When I woke up everyone was still asleep, all still touching me and in the exact same spot as last night, it was like no one moved in their sleep. I was pressed tightly into Derek's warm chest, he was nuzzling my neck and we looked so peaceful. My breath caught in my throat and my heart began to hammer. I had to remind myself that they could hear it so that way I could calm down and not wake anyone. I was panicking not because of the contact but because I actually loved him touching me, I loved the feel of his ripped muscles under my skin, I hadn't felt like this since Kile. Tears began to burn my eyes at the memory.

I watched as my two adopted sons, joseph and Joshua, along with my little girl, Lizzy, began to run and play in the back yard, my husband Kile came from behind and grabbed my waist and whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I smiled, even though this wasn't my true mate I was happy, my mother had come over just the other day to tell me how proud she is of me that I can be happy for a little while, and to revel in this moment, to not let this go. We lived with lived pack in a huge mansion and they all loved me and the children, they knew what I was, they all accepted me.

My husband began to swing me in his arms and turn me around. Kile started to swing me in his arms and dance with me. He lightly but a kiss on my lips and told me he loved me.

That was replaced by the newer memory.

I had been called to a conference in Alabama and kissed my children goodbye, I told Kile I love him and that I would be home soon.

I was on my way home when I began to feel it, the burning of my pack, of the connections. I was about an hour away and began to drive as fast as possible. I began to hear the screams of my children, of Kile as he told them it would be okay. He told me he loved me one last time knowing I could hear him. Tears poured out my eyes and I drove faster, but not fast enough.

When I got there the once beautiful mansion was burned to ash along with everyone inside. I hit my knees and let a long painful howl pierce the air. At the scene were the Deucalion and the alpha pack all looking at me, and all smiling.

Derek began to turn, sensing the change in atmosphere he opened his eyes. I smiled at him and he didn't ask, simply got up. I almost whimpered at the loss of contact, but refrained myself.

Soon after everyone woke up and we all were getting prepared for training, we had breakfast and started to file out the door. I would be working with Alison and Chris today with guns, while the others spar, I was still a little weak so I wouldn't be doing much today.

When we arrived outside I set up some targets for them to hit, Chris already being quit skilled with a gun, did very well Alison however not as well. We had gotten about six rounds in when Derek tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned around to look at him "someone wants in but I don't know who, he is no threat though just a bata." Derek said calmly. I briefly wondered why he was saying this to me, as if asking for permission, I wasn't his mate nor his equal, if anything I was just bata. I nodded and he allowed the stranger in.

Alison and I got back to work, I helped her with her stance, and she began to get the hang of it. She managed to get to actually hit the paper when a familiar voice began to talk, I froze instantly.

"Is there a problem here?" it said. My eyes narrowed but my mouth stayed opened.

"Stiles?" my father asked as I balled up my fist wanting to take a swing.