I sit one the sofa, watching Derek. Ethan is standing shirtless in front of him, as Derek carefully burns the flesh on Ethan's back, closing up the gunshot wounds. Ethan is moaning and groaning, but he sighs in relief when Derek snaps the lighter's lid on, killing the flame.

'You should be fine in a couple of hours,' Derek tells him, 'unless whoever shot you manages to find you again.'

'Lydia's with Scott, we need to go,' Aiden snarls, moving past Derek and his brother.

'You're gonna try to convince her to go with you?' Derek asks his back still to me. I don't mind - it's well sculptured, muscled back.

'I'm gonna try and convince her to run and hide,' Aiden snaps as Ethan pulls his shirt back on and joins his brother. 'Like any sane person would do.'

'And Danny?' Derek suggests, looking to Ethan.

'Allison's dead, Stiles is dying,' Ethan snaps, and I press my lips together. 'What do you think?'

'I think Danny won't believe you,' Derek answers, walking up to them. 'And Lydia, would never run and hide.'

'Because of Stiles?' Aiden spits.

'Because of Scott,' Derek shouts at him, clearly annoyed with their stupidity. 'You've been trying to find a way into his pack, trying to earn his trust, trying to fight for him. But you've hd it wrong the whole time. You don't fight for a leader, you fight for a leader's cause.'

'What cause?' Aiden asks, sounding tired all of a sudden.

'Scott's always been about one thing,' Derek says, looking a tad smug, 'saving his friends. He will do anything and everything to save the people he cares about.'

For a mere second, Derek's eyes lands on me, but the moment passes quickly, his concentration and focus being on the twins.

'When there's no chance of him winning, he keeps fighting. When all hope is lost, he finds another way. When he's beaten down, he stands up again!' He's shouting at them, trying to make them understand that the Alpha pack and Scott's pack are worlds apart.

'You wanna earn a place in his pack? You want redemption? Find another way to stand and fight!'

The twins look to each other, before they turn around and leave.

I look up at Derek as he makes his way over to me, sitting down beside me.

'Hey,' I murmur, placing one hand on his bicep and the other on the shoulder rarest from me. I place my chin on his shoulder. 'I didn't know you were the captain of the Scott McCall club,' I whisper, a laugh escaping from his lips. 'I remember a time when you really didn't like Scott. When you were darker, more mysterious. Whatever happened to your ability to just disappear?'

'I don't want to disappear anymore,' he says, turning his head to look at me. 'I found someone worth sticking around to.'

I nod, a smile growing on my face. 'Scott,' I sigh, making him laugh as he gently wraps an arm around me, placing me on his lap so I'm straddling him.

'You're a close second,' he tells me, making me grin.

I shift my weight, flinching slightly.

'You okay?' he quickly asks, humour drained from his voice.

'Fine,' I tell him. His hand moves to the hem of my jumper and he lifts it, checking on the bandages he'd covered me in. The blood hasn't soaked through yet, which is a good sign.

'See?' I tell him, placing a hand on his stubbled cheek, making him look at me. 'I'm fine,' I tell him, leaning down to kiss him, surprised by the urgency that meets me. My hands grab the hem of his shirt, and he lets me pull it over his head, breaking the kiss for a moment. He pulls hard at my tee, tearing it and throng ti away as his lips crashes against mine once again, and I moan as his large hands are splayed on my behind, holding me up as he stands. Despite the urgency of his kiss, he gently lays me down on the bed, climbing on top of me. I let my fingertips explore the naked skin of his torso, and tingling sensation running through my body. My fingers recognise every muscle, every ripple, every patch of skin. It's like finally coming home. I let my nails lightly scratch his lower back, a pleasurable groan escaping the lips pressed neck. He presses his leg between my legs, and I moan as he hands strokes down my stomach, stopping by my hip. His lips leaving featherlight kisses on my shoulder, up my neck and along my jaw. His brushes his lips against mine, his eyes staring into mine.

'You are so beautiful,' he whispers, a light blush heating my cheeks. 'I love you.'

'And I love you,' I whisper back, placing a hand on his neck, pulling him down to me. This kiss is different from the other. It's so gentle, so full of love and appreciation.

He pulls away, just barely as our foreheads are still touching.

'I'm sorry,' he says, slightly out of breath. 'But this is the third time my phone rings.'

'Take it,' I tell him, giving him a quick peck.

He moves off me, and I enjoy his bare torso for a little while before I move off the bed as well, moving to the dresser. I look through my clothes, not really feeling like wearing any of it. I smile slightly as I open his drawer, pulling out the tee I gave back to him not too long ago. I take it out and slip it on, closing the drawer. Derek's standing with his phone in one hand, the triskele box in the other. He hangs up, picking up his shirt as he sets the box down.

'Going somewhere?' I ask, and he nods.

'Scott needs the triskele box,' Derek says, pulling on his shirt. 'Where are you meeting him?' I ask, pulling down the hem properly. He looks down at me, his face hardened.

'I'm going,' I tell him, taking the box off the table. 'And I'm calling the twins.'

I follow close behind Derek, following his strict orders, as he walks towards the stairs. On them, the Nogitsune is sitting looking quite comfortable, two Oni's standing guard behind him.

'Did you bring us a present?' he smirks, his voice sounding hauntingly like Stiles.

'I brought two,' Derek snarls as the twins come up behind us.

'I've heard of an Alpha pack, Derek,' the Nogitsune, 'but not a pack of former Alphas, which you are if we exclude the wounded little bird on your arm. It's a little sad, isn't it?'

'I might now be an Alpha anymore,' Derek agrees, slowly approaching the stairs, me by his side.

'But I can still fight like one.'

I make the first move, charging the Nogitsune, ignoring the Oni's.

However one of their swords slash through the flesh on my arm, giving me another wound. I back away quickly as the twins take on the Oni, Derek already being occupied with the other.

'Where are they?' Aiden shouts, jumped back as the Oni slashes its sword at him.

'If they're not here they must be somewhere close!' Ethan shouts back, slashing at the Oni.

'In the school!' Derek answers, and I watch all of them closely from the shadows.

Derek is knocked to the ground, and I instinctually run to him.

'The box!' he shouts, his eyes finding me. 'Ge them the box!'

I turn on my heel, running towards the box but stop abruptly as two more Oni appear on either said of it.

'I hate ninjas,' Aiden snarls as he runs past me and attacks them, and I follow close behind.

An elbow rammed into my jaw and I spin around, loosing my footing and fall to the ground. I kick out, hitting the Oni's calf and making him stumble, giving me just enough time to get back on my feet.

'We can't do this!' Aiden shouts, 'we can't beat all of them!'

'Take the box, we'll hold them off!' Ethan shouts back, his arm bleeding heavily.

I grab the box and stumble towards the stairs as an arrow flies before my face, hitting one of the Oni's in the stomach, and it explodes.

'What was that?' Ethan gasps, clearly tired.

'Silver,' says Chris, standing at the top of the stairs with a crossbow in his grip.

'Isaac, get the box!' Derek shouts, and I throw the box to Isaac. 'Get the triskele box to Scott!'

Isaac make a dash up the stairs and disappears. The Oni's seem to awake again, and I duck as one of their swords swipe at me.

'Get the arrow!' I hear Chris shout, 'it's the last one!'

I make a dash for the arrow, but Aiden beats me to it, sliding between the Oni's leg. He grabs it and shoves it into its chest, and the Oni explodes.

'Aiden!' I scream, running to him.

'AIDEN!' Ethan's shout is loud and horrible to witness, and Aiden pulls the Oni's sword out of his stomach. I grab his shoulders, noticing the blue in his eyes flickering.

'Aiden,' I gasp, trying to hold him up, but he's too heavy. I take some of his weight, and he sits down on the ground. Derek moves to his side as well, looking distraught. I wipe Aiden's tears away as I start to fall, letting my own run freely. Soon Ethan sits down beside me, looking as broken as you can be.

I move over, Ethan sitting down next to his twins, stroking his back. Blood is pouring out of Aiden's mouth, and I know that no matter what I do, he's going to die.

'Does it hurt you as much as it hurts me?' Aiden croaks, his nose running as well.

'Yeah,' Ethan gasps, tears streaming his face as well.

Ethan leans his head to his brothers, both of them crying.

'Okay,' Aiden croaks, causing a small laugh to escape Ethan.

'Lydia never really believed I was one of the good guys anyway,' he says, and I try to wipe away my tears, but my hand's covered in black blood so it hardly helps.

'She'll believe me,' Derek tells him, and I press the back of my hand to my mouth, forcing the sobs down.

Ethan presses his head to his brothers. Aiden starts to cough on the blood in his throat, tears still streaming down his face. 'Shh,' Ethan whispers, but as Aiden's erratic breathing disappears, he lays Aiden down, pressing his face into his chest, allowing himself to cry.

I let the sobs out, my chest aching. I feel Derek's arms around me, and I hold on to him as tightly as I can manage, gasping for air.

I sit down on the bed, drying my nose with the back of my blood hand.

Derek takes it from me, and washes off the blood with a cloth. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers, and I breathe in through my nose, preventing any snot from escaping.

'Yeah, me too,' I say, feeling a void in my chest. Aiden was just a friend, leaving me to wonder how Derek ever returned to Beacon Hills after the fire at his house, losing so many people he cared about.

The door is pulled open, and Derek is on his feet in no time. It doesn't help much when the butt of a rifle is slammed into his jaw, making him stumble back and crash into his table. He's crouching, but lifts himself up, and I get to my feet as the man loads his rifle.

'Now my friend,' he smirks, in an accent that's no naturally english, 'you gonna tell us about La Loba.'

Derek straightens himself, wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

'Where's the She Wolf?'

He spits on the floor, not looking too pleased. I am, however, not too pleased about the guns and rifles pointed at him, nor the ones pointed at me.

'You should just go ahead and kill me,' Derek sighs, and I want to hit him over the head. You don't encourage people with guns to kill you! That just screams bad idea all over the place.

''Cause you're never gonna find Cora.'

'Cora?' the man asks, looking confused. 'Who the hell is Cora?'

Derek looks confused for a mere second, until something is thrown into the room. Something leaking smoke. Derek crouches down, and his eyes find me just as the smoke grows too thick to see through.

'Where are they?' a man shouts, and I hear a growling, but I know it's not Derek. Gunshots go off, and there seems to be no end to them. I watch as Derek stands up, but he quickly falls to his knees as someone shoots him in the stomach.

'It's real,' he gasps, looking up. 'You're real.'

'That's right, Derek,' comes a voice all too familiar, and Kate makes her way out of the fog. I feel the hair of my arms rise as I stumble to my feet.

'And if seeing me is a surprise,' he grins, her eyes turning to me as I make it into her line of sight, 'watch this.'

I do watch, in pure horror, as her eyes grow an unnatural green, her face transforming - and then she leaps at me.

A/N: I finally finished 3B! Currently working on 4, I'll post as soon as possible. You know what to do to make me happy xx