Author's Note: So here's the next chapter. Back to Derek's Point of View but I kinda go back in time to when Stiles left. I know I haven't said this yet but thank you to all of those that have reviewed this and/or Followed/Favorited my story. You have no idea how happy that makes me. Here's the next chapter. Hope you like it.

Chapter 11
Derek POV

I stood there unmoving while I heard Stiles run from the house. I couldn't find my legs. I knew something like this would happen. I knew Stiles would react that way. He never wanted the bite, he never wanted to be like us, he wanted to be human. I took away his choice and now I lost him. He left me just as I was afraid he would.

I finally found my legs and moved to the window, looking out to see if I could see Stiles. I strained my eyes looking as far as my heightened sight would allow me but I couldn't see anything, nor could I hear the heartbeat that I had been so accustomed to. He was gone, I could no longer feel him.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning to see that it was Scott. "Don't worry, I know him, he just needs a few minutes to wrap his head around this."

I looked at him understanding what he was trying to say but I couldn't help the rage that was slowly build within me. "How do you know that?! What if he never comes back? I knew something like this would happen. I went against his wishes. He's never going to forgive me." I felt the wolf within climbing toward the surface. I knew that my eyes were currently flashing red, but I was working to keep the transformation from progressing past that.

I tried to find something to calm me down, but Stiles had been my anchor and I was always able to focus on his heartbeat when I needed to find some sense of calm. Right now he was too far away, cut off from me and the pack. I desperately tried to find an anchor while attempting to keep the wolf under control. I tried to go back to my old anchor, but was anger and I couldn't use that right now. I looked around the room and found a picture of Stiles and I when we were down at the river. I let the memories from that day anchor me and pull the wolf down.

As I felt myself slowly calm down and made myself head back to the bed, sitting down and resting my head in my hands. This was all my fault. I should've known that this would happen. Everyone that I truly loved would eventually leave me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost Stiles.

"Derek, Stiles loves you." Allison tried to assure me. "He's just freaking out."

"None of you get it. He's never going to forgive me."

"No, you don't get it." Lydia yelled. She was the only one who could yell at me, as much as I knew I had control over my betas, she was a human and not fully under my power (and to be honest, she can actually scare me sometimes). "You are the best thing that has ever happened to Stiles and vice versa. Stiles will never leave you, he's just freaking out. So calm your werewolf ass down and go after him."

"But he said he wants to be alone."

"Screw that. Get your ass out there and find him. Let him know that this isn't such a horrible thing. Go out there and get your man."

I thought about what Lydia said and realized that she was right. Stiles was freaking out because he didn't know if he could control himself and if he would be safe from all the dangers that were out there. He may not be able to forgive me for what I did, but I still need to be there to help him through this transition.

I stood up and headed out of the house. I found Stiles' scent easily, I was so accustomed to it now, but I could already smell the difference that was caused with his new transformation. I followed the scent, walking instead of running so that I could give him a bit more time to come to himself. I needed to figure out what I was going to say to him. He already knew about the dangers and benefits of being a werewolf, but there was still so much to tell him. The feeling of companionship that came from having a pack, the freedom that comes from letting your wolf loose when you run through the woods, the joy that comes from finding your mate.

Mate. That was something else I needed to talk to Stiles about. I have known he was my mate for such a long time, but I didn't tell him. As a werewolf, you have no choice in your connection to your mate. You will tie yourself to them in whatever way that is necessary, whether it be in a relationship or just as a friendship. For the human, they may not even be aware of that connection. They could always leave, and though it will be difficult for the wolf, you could let them leave you behind. With Stiles, he no longer had a choice. His wolf would be drawn to me and we would need to act on that connection. He could choose to make it just a friendship, but I knew what it was like to have Stiles in a deeper way, and it may be too hard for me.

I became aware at that moment that I was coming close to Stiles. I now knew what I was going to say to him, I just hoped he would be able to understand and hopefully forgive.

I stopped right beside him, looking down at the man I loved. "Hey."

"Hey, I could hear you coming for the past half mile."

"Stiles, we need to talk."

"Yea, we do."

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Author's note: I hope you guys liked that chapter. I have these ideas swarming in my head and I'm currently obsessed with writing, which is not good since I should be doing my schoolwork. Next chapter will be up soon. Please review.