Stiles woke up screaming into his dark room. He felt like he could take breath. Like something heavy was on his chest and he couldn't move it. He started flailing his limbs to defend himself from an invisible enemy.

He felt someone- or something, his mind provides and he couldn't help but notice it sounded like Void- wrap an arm around him and a hand softly stroking his cheek.

He didn't notice till then that he had tears falling from his eyes and soaking the offending hand.

He tried to take in his surroundings, tried to calm his breathing."You're okay," a voice hissed almost lovingly into his ear, "You're safe now, Spark."

Stiles froze then, his eyes wide. His heart started to beat our of control and he jerked trying to get out of the grasp that now held him down.

"NO! LET ME GO! SOMEONE! DAD! DAD HELP ME KNOW! MALIA! WEST! S-SCOTT! YOU'RE NOT HERE! I'M ALONE! YOU'RE NOT THERE! YOU CAN'T BE HERE! PETER! PETER PLEASE!"

Stiles screams seemed to fall on deaf ears because the voice kept cooing in his ear.

He sobbed loudly and thrashed, unable to move, unable to breath.

He thought they'd banished, trapped, the Nogitsune! How was it here? Stiles was sure that the Void in his mind whispering to him throughout his days was just his own mind scaring him.

But this?

This was real.

"Stiles, oh, you are alone. Only, you alone with me." The Nogitsune whispered in his ear.

Stiles shook his head and sobbed, ugly tears trailing down his pale cheeks. He kept crying for help, but his words started to jumble together in a incomprehensible garble.

"Stiles!"

Stiles ignored the voice calling to him thinking it was the Nogitsune messing with him.

He couldn't believe the Nogitsune was out. Did Kira's mom know? How would they defeat it? Last time two of their friends died and dozens of bystanders.

That couldn't happen again. Stiles refused to let it.

You should have died too.

"Stiles! Dammit, snap out of it!"

There it is again.

That voice... he knew that voice, it wasn't the Nogitsune. He felt comforted by that voice. He wanted that voice, he wanted it instead of the false comforting lullaby Void was shoving down his ear canal through lovely whispers.

"Come on kid, I'm here, I'm here for you. Don't worry."

Stiles felt his heart slowly calm and breathing even out. The tears stopped, leaving his cheeks tense and wet.

The voice was warm strong, and everything Stiles needed. He wanted to be wrapped in that voice and held in its comforting protection.

Void snarled in his ear and suddenly he was no longer with Void. He was still in his room, the light of early dawn shinning through his open window, a breeze coming in. His blanket was around his feet and he felt a warm body plastered to his back.

He blinked and looked at the strong arms around him, not like the Nogitsune, but more protectively. He felt a steady warm breath on his brow and the soft heart beat coming from the chest he leaned against.

He looked around his room and saw a groggy yet fearful Malia kneeling on the floor at the end of his bed, her hands around his ankles. She had a soft grip, not to alarm or hurt him.

"Shh, Shh, it's okay, I'm here, you're not alone," The familiar, comforting voice said into his hair. He turned his head and came face to face with a worried Peter.

"Peter?" He whispered disbelieving.

Peter smiles softly and looked at him fondly, "Who else?"

Stiles eyes teared up and he wrapped his arms around the older man. He gripped him like his life depended on it. He didn't care what it would look like.

Peter's arms wrapped around him pulling him close. Malia looked at them awkwardly and Peter motioned for her to join.

She quickly climbed onto the bed and joined in wrapping her arms around the two of them.

Stiles sighed.

He never thought he'd have this kind of comfort coming from Peter of all people.

He smiles anyway.

He was with people who loved and cared for him. He wishes Scott and his Dad, and Lydia, Derek, Isaac and the others were there.

Even Allison.

He was far from okay, but maybe he could be on the road towards it.

Stiles sat in adjacent from Scott and Kira, and across from Lydia and Malia. It was completely awkward and the silence was deafening.

Stiles smacked his lips, "Well I'm going to go and say the elephant in the room. What the Fuck Scott? You bit Liam!"

Lydia rolled her eyes and Scott glared at the table, "It was the right thing to do at the time."

Stiles scoffed, "Right, because giving the bite to someone who didn't consent and has no idea of our world, might I add, was the right thing to do."

"What would you prefer? I just left him to die?" Scott shot back.

Stiles gave him a bitch face, "There were so many other options then biting him!"

Scott growled and his eyes went red for a moment before Kira set a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

Lydia sighed, "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. We have to deal with him."

Malia looked at them and asked, "Do you want me to kill him?"

Stiles sighed in exasperation, "Malia, we've talked about this, we don't kill every problem we come across."

Malia looked at him with with a confused face not understanding civil norms, "What if I maim him?"

Stiles threw his hand up, "No maiming people either!"

Scott tensed up and Stiles knew what that meant. He looked to the entrance to the outside lunch are and saw Liam glaring in their direction.

Stiles sighed as the blond stormed over to their table. Really, there was no other was to describe the angry movements his bowstring legs made beside an angry storming.

"What the hell did you do to me McCall?" Liam asked through clenched teeth.

Scott looked at Liam with a calm expression, "We need to talk, but not here."

Liam threw his hands up, "Why the hell not here? What the hell did you and your stupid friends do to me?"

Stiles raised a hand, "Uh, actually, I didn't do anything. All I tried to do was help you."

Liam's glare was shiver inducing. If you could kill with looks, Stiles would have been six feet under with out a thought to a funeral.

"Liam calm down," Scott tried to get through to his beta.

Liam's eyes were starting to glow an beautiful gold and his fangs started to come down.

Stiles stood up and rested a hand on the freshmen's shoulder but Liam snapped at him causing Malia to stand and Kira to move towards her belt that worked as a sword.

"Liam you need to chill out man. You can't lose yourself right now," Stiles tried to reason and Liam just growled.

Stiles looked at Scott and Scott nodded. The two of them each grabbed one arm and dragged Liam into the school and to the locker rooms.

Scott shoved the beta in the showers and turned on the water.

Soon enough the cold water calmed the boy down enough to go back to normal. That didn't lessen the anger that radiated off the boy. Scott seemed to be in physical distress from the signals coming from him.

Stiles looked the blond over.

He'd done some research on the boy- after the nightmares, Peter stayed up and did research with him when he couldn't get back to sleep after the nightmare- and found out that he was kicked out of his last school. He had vandalized a teachers car and gotten in a fight. Seems like he had some anger issues.

Great.

"What d-did you do- t-to me?" Liam said between breaths looking at Scott with fear, confusion and anger.

Stiles realized what was kid wasn't so much as angry as he was afraid, and didn't know what was going on with himself. Confusion and fear were the pathways to anger, which all led to the dark side.

Stiles smirked to himself. At least till his inside joke was responded with a chilling laugh that Stiles dreaded. He ignored the laughter, but noticed it was more feminine and even more familiar than the Nogitsune's, and focused back onto the blonde pup under the spray of the shower.

"Liam, we are brothers now," Scott said sounding an awful lot like what Derek had told him.

Liam gave Scott a bitch face that Stiles was proud of, and said in a flat annoyed voice, "We just met and you bit me."

Scott looked at him with a passive face, "The bite is a gift."

Stiles closed his eyes to breath and calm down. What the actual fuck was Scott doing? He really thought that spiel would work on this kid? It didn't fucking work on him! Scott really wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box was he? Stiles had to hold back full body, head thrown back, boisterous laughter that wanted to come out of him. Great job Scott. A for effort at least.

"Liam..." Stiles decided to leave the wolf thing to Scott, maybe he could find a better way to handle it? For now he himself was going to try to help the boy, but to help him he must now what's wrong, "Why were you kicked out of your last school?"

Liam looks at Stiles like a kicked puppy, anger all gone, "W-what? How do you know-"

Stiles smiled comforting, "I just do. You messed up your teachers car didn't you? Why?"

Liam looked down in shame, "He was going to kick me off the team for getting in a fight..."

"And you thought messing up his car would make him change his mind?" Scott asked not understanding what Stiles was doing but grateful the beta was no longer angry. Though he himself wanted to punch smack the Alpha upside his head.

Liam looked at him in a way only a young teen who felt like no one understood him could, "I have Intermittent Explosive Disorder."

Stiles sighed is exasperation and looked at Scott who was confused, "Great job Scott, your first beta, and he has IED."

"I can control it. I take medication and I have a psychiatrist," Liam tried to defend.

Stiles sighed and shook his head, "It's okay Liam... just, listen to Scott okay? He knows what he's saying."

Liam pouted defiantly, "I'd rather listen to you. You seem to know what your actually talking about."

Stiles smiles at that. He already like this kid. He stands up and brushes off his pants before turning to Scott, "Walk with me, talk with me."

Scott gave Liam one last glance and decided it's fine to follow his... ex? Bestfriend... were they even still friends? The thought left a large lump in the Alphas chest chest.

Stiles left the locker room and turned to Scott, he poked the Alpha in the chest, "Listen here Scott McCall, I'll say this once. You need to tell that kid in there what's going on, all of it, but do it your own way. Don't try to do it Dereks way. Do it your way. Derek had no idea what he was doing and now you don't either. But you're his Alpha, he'll listen no matter what."

Scott looked at Stiles and Stiles shuffled awkwardly. Scott and he hadn't really been on the best of terms. Their little dynamic duo was on hold. It left a hallow feeling in his heart that made him wish that he'd have just been killed along with the Nogitsune.

But that is not whats important now. He'd have to put his and Scotts issues aside. For now, Stiles was dealing with crazy voices, nightmares and zombie wolves, while Scott dealt with the new pack in town, Allisons death, and now a new beta.

Stiles sighed and turned to leave, and Scott let him.

He sighed as he walked down the hall.

That's just another life you'll let get killed. You're a murderer Stiles.

This time the voice wasn't Voids.

It was Allisons'.

As he ran to his jeep he swears he saw a girl with dark hair and dimpled cheeks staring at him with hatred behind the dumpster.

His breathing quickened and his head started to pound. He couldn't breath of feel his arms or legs. He became light headed. He really was going crazy. he was seeing dead girls! He shouldn't be seeing dead girls! Voices were one thing, he knew that that was just his mind. They couldn't be anything else. He knew that he was just having a bad case of PTSD from being processed by an evil spirit.

But God dammit he couldn't handle it.

He felt himself fall to the ground, right outside his jeep. He curled into a ball and rocked back and forth in the parking lot and he whispered to himself.

"This isn't possible. Your not here, your dead. You died. I killed you. I'm so sorry," He sobbed into his knees.

He saw someone crouch down to him and heard Allision sneer at him, "Its real Stiles. I'm dead and it was your fault. You killed me. Scott will never forgive you."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I killed you. You died because of me. It's my fault, my fault. All my fault."

He saw Malia barge out of the school, the doors slamming against the wall with force though he didn't notice it, and noted look around for him her face frantic with worry.

She saw him and ran towards him.

He didn't even care to wonder how she knew something was wrong.

Lydia, Kira, Scott and even Liam followed her.

Malia wrapped her arms around him and tried to whisper soothing words into his ear like Peter had done that morning.

"It's my fault. All my fault. Never forgive me. They're dead. I killed them. I'm alone. I wish I was alone," Stiles kept whispering. His eyes clenched closed.

Lydia stood in horror at the boy in front of her. What had they let happen to their Stiles? She felt tears well up in her eyes.

Kira stared in confusion. This shouldn't be happening. Her mother said that since he hadn't died and had survived the Nogitsune that he would be fine. Maybe have a little PTSD but this was not normal.

She didn't think so at least.

"Shh, Stiles it a okay, your not alone. I'm here, Peter will be here soon. Don't worry," Malia started to pet his head soothingly and rocked him in a more calming rhythm.

Scott couldn't breath. It was like he was having a asthma attack. His best friend... he was withering away and he let this happen. How could he do that to his best friend? He was a terrible friend. Hell, he didn't even deserve the title friend.

Liam stared in horror, much like Lydia. He had no idea what this group had been through but he knew he never wanted to see Stiles like this again. And if he could help make sure it never happened, he would.

The banging of the school doors caught Scott, Liam and Kira's gazes.

West stood there, eyes glowing gold, scenting the air. His head snapped in their direction so fast they thought he'd catch whiplash.

He ran to them in record time. Pushing past them and crouching besides Malia and Stiles.

Stiles wasn't noticing anything that was going on. He knew they were there, but he couldn't hear them. All he could hear was Allison, who crouched on the side West and Malia weren't on, telling him things he already knew.

"I can't believe you've lasted this long," She says contemplating, "It's not fair that you get to live after all the death you've caused. You really believe you can live a normal life? Go back to the way it was before?"

"No," he answered, "I don't deserve to, I known I don't. It's not fair I get to live when you don't. It should have been me."

West looked at Malia confused at what Stiles was saying. What was going on?

Malia furred her eye brows and pulled out her phone calling Peter.

Lydia stepped forward, hesitantly but surely. She carefully set a hand on Wests shoulder to tell him to make room. He moved over and the strawberry blond beauty gracefully got on her knees and rested her hand on Stiles hand. She grabbed his chin and moved it so he was looking at her with tear filled glazed eyes.

Her eyes were red with unshed tears, she would be strong for Stiles, "Don't you ever think that Stiles Stilinski. Allisons death was not your fault. Neither was Aidens or anyone else's. It was all the Nogitsune. It was not you."

Malia put her phone up, "Peter's on his way."