Author's Note: Here's the last chapter before the finale. Hope it answers some of your questions. Thanks for PMs, reviews, favorites, and follows. Enjoy!

Chapter 11

Stiles ran as fast as he could to get away from the fight. He came to a slow jog and then stopped all together. His lungs stung from lack of air. He was about four blocks away. He wanted to go back to help Derek, but he wasn't going to be useful. He would probably do more bad than good.

Derek confessed his feelings. It wasn't a one way street; Derek did feel something for him.
Stiles growled. He was so mad at Derek for talking to him the way he did. The constant hot and cold attitude was hitting an overload for him. He closed his fists and screamed, shaking his arms. The level frustration Derek caused him. Derek needed to come with a serious warning label with large block letters.

Stiles knew he had to do the right thing. He was going to try and help Derek. He lifted his foot to head back the way he came, when he heard a voice. "The high school." It was a distorted voice. He couldn't make out if it belonged to a man or woman, but it was overpowering him. He placed his foot back on the ground.

He heard the voice repeat what it said. He turned around and headed to the school, jogging in the pouring rain. The water felt refreshing on his skin, like it was cleansing away the things that angered or made him upset. Whatever transition Haven put him in was making itself known. He could feel presences near him, even though they weren't.

Stiles jogged all the way to the school without breaking a sweat. Truthfully, he couldn't tell if he had; he body was soaked from head to toe due to the rain.
He arrived at the back entrance and just like the night Peter trapped his friends and he in the school, the back door was open. Wide open.

Everything in my mind told him not to go in. He wasn't trained or equipped with any weapons to go inside alone. He knew that without really thinking.

That logic didn't stop his feet from moving forward towards the door. He went inside, knowing it wasn't smart for him to do. Alone. A will foreign to him was the drive behind these actions.
He continued moving further into the school, passing the gymnasium. A door slammed shut. Someone was following him. Someone wanted him to be here.

Stiles picked up his pace, hoping to get away from whoever brought him here. He knew he couldn't get far. His shoes squeaked at every step he took. They were going to hear him. He turned into the locker room and ditched his shoes and socks. He found some sweats into a locker. He sniffed them. They were used, but not smelly. He got out of his clothes and put on the sweats. They were big on him but they'll do for now.

Stiles heard a lock on a locker move. He quickly moved behind a column of lockers in the back by the showers. He pressed himself against a locker and slowed down his breathing. He stood there silently waiting to hear a noise. No other noise was made.

"Hello?" Stiles said, hoping not to hear a response. If he did, it meant he was being followed, targeted. Now more than ever, he was alone. The rain wiped the ground free of his scent and there was no way of knowing where he could be found.

He rounded the first column of lockers. On the opposite side at the end, Lydia stood with her arms on her hips. She leaned against at the locker. She grinned at him.

He sighed in relief. He was happy the person was someone he knew. "Hey, Stiles," she said sweetly. She pushed off the locker and took slow seductive steps towards him. It was the kind of sexy walk a Victoria Secret angel would do on the runway.

"Where have you been?" She asked.

Stiles looked at her confused. She knew he was grounded and he had just seen her the other day, here at the school. "What do you mean?"

She reached him. "I've been looking for you." She got super close to him. His heart accelerated a little. She was too close for comfort.

Again, she confused him. "Why?" He asked. He noticed how strange she was acting. Why did she stare at him like she was going to bounce on him like a succubus?

Her grin grew in size. She wrapped her arms around him. Stiles became nervous. He didn't know why she was doing this, but with Derek under his skin, he needed a distraction. Plus, the girl he's dreamed about for years was finally giving him attention. Even if she had a boyfriend, he had to let this happen.

Lydia closed the small place between their lips. She didn't kiss him at first. She let her lips graze his, teasing him. He let out a heavy sigh, followed by a tremble. She slid her hands up his back, causing a chill to shutter through his pale boyish fragile body. Knowing he was in her control, Lydia pushed her lips over his, finally kissing him.

In that moment, he forgot the confusion that Derek caused. He forgot about Ruby being held prisoner by Haven. He forgot about Erica and Boyd. He forgot how Scott was not his friend. He forgot about Toby being followed and threatened by an unknown supernatural. He forgot about everything and only focusing on this kiss that gave him freedom from his life.

But as he raised his arms to wrap them around Lydia, he remembered this wasn't right. She belonged to Jackson. When he realized it was wrong, she recoiled from him and hissed. Stiles opened his eyes and saw the pain in her face.

She looked at him and when he made eye contact, Stiles' jaw fell open. Her eyes weren't their normal green. They were illuminated a non-humanly green. He studied her more. Her hair was a solid red and not strawberry blonde.

"You're not Lydia." She wasn't human or a werewolf.

"Yes, I am." The impostor said. She took a step towards him. She extended her arms at him.
Stiles pushed them away. "You're not Lydia." He repeated.

She laughed and spun around on her heels. She touched the locker with her index finger. "Maybe I misread you." She stepped around the locker and laughed. "This is what you really want," the impostor said as she came back around, looking like Derek. He or she flexed their arms. The biceps bulged through the leather coat sleeves.

Stiles studied the imposter who was disgusting themselves as Derek. The hair wasn't as dark like Derek's. Their body wasn't as big as Derek's. If they were impersonating someone else; Stiles wouldn't have given them a second look.

"What are you? Who are you?" Stiles asked, demanding an answer. The imposter just laughed at him for a moment. "What do you want with Toby?"

"So full of questions," the imposter said, sounding like Derek. He raised his hand and gazed at it. "Neat trick, right? Not an easy trick to master, but I'm getting better at it." He stepped forward towards Stiles. "You didn't even notice me when I was Danny."

"Danny?" He mused. Danny wasn't the one who came over to visit him. It explained why Danny recoiled from him. He wasn't a werewolf either. It was the shape shifter.

"Interesting how he was the only one that caught on to me," the fake Derek said. Stiles glanced away from "him" every chance he could without giving himself away that he was looking for a way out. At least something to fight him off. "And he wasn't supernatural." He leaned back on a locker.

Stiles remembered some of the team members would leave their lacrosse sticks in their lockers. He thought maybe he could use one to knock the impostor unconscious. That was to say, the imposter didn't have super strength.

"What do you mean by he caught onto you?" Stiles asked, trying to distract him.

"To shift into someone, we must imprint." The fake Derek answered. He had fallen into Stiles' trap. The fake Derek raised his hand close to his face and gazed at his nails. "Get close to them, pick up on their scent." He pushed off the locker and stepped closer to Stiles.

Stiles moved back, getting close to the lockers behind him. The fake Derek's action worked in his favor. Stiles placed his hand on the handle to the locker. Fake Derek continued, "It works best when we make physical contact. I picked up some memories and feeling from your friends." He leaned in, smiling devilishly.

Stiles didn't like how close he was getting to him, but he didn't push fake Derek away. He was perfectly distracted in his story. Stiles lifted the handle and opened the locker. He reached into it and found nothing.

Fake Derek laughed.

Stiles felt foolish, but that didn't stop him. He growled and pushed fake Derek back. He lifted his right foot and pushed off the locker behind him, giving him more strength. Fake Derek and Stiles crashed into the other lockers. Stiles stumbled to the side and grabbed the lacrosse stick. He raised it above his head and brought it down, hitting fake Derek in the head.

Stiles, with the adrenaline still rushing in his veins, he dropped the stick and ran for the door. He grabbed the doorknob, twisting. "You shouldn't have done that," fake Derek said as Stiles opened the door. Before Stiles could say or do anything, he was hit over the back of the head. He blinked uncontrollably for a second and then blacked out.

Stiles came to, in a daze. The back of his head throbbed from where fake Derek hit him. His vision was blurry, but slowly coming back. He saw his legs being dragged across the floor and as his vision started clearing; he saw that he was in the gymnasium. He didn't have energy to fight back. Fake Derek let Stiles' upper body fall to the floor.

Stiles looked up; Fake Derek shifted into Dante right before his eyes. It was like play-doh, being smashed into something unrecognizable-a blurry image-and then, cleared, becoming someone new. "It's time to get to work." He said as he moved passed Stiles.

He heard two pairs footsteps shuffle across the gym floor. A door opened and closed. The noise made his head throb. He reached to the back of his head. He had a small gash. He blinked rapidly; his vision cleared.

Stiles sat up. It was dead silent for a moment before he realized he had found whoever it was that was following Toby. Maybe the same person that killed all those people.

The door opened again and Toby entered to gymnasium, Fake Dante pushing him in. Stiles had to remind himself that wasn't Dante. Fake Dante hit Toby over the head, knocking him down. Stiles moved closer to Toby. Fake Dante pulled out a blade from his back and aimed it at Stiles.

Stiles froze and held his hands in the air. He wasn't going to attack. He just wanted to check on Toby. He voiced his thought. Fake Dante lowered his blade. Toby was okay, beat up, but okay. "I didn't think you'd ever find me." Toby said, out of breath and weak.

Stiles patted his back. "So did I."

Fake Dante spoke, "sit tight. We have a visitor." He backed away from them and exited the gym. Stiles noticed fake Dante had blood on his elbow. It must have come from the fall in the locker room.

Stiles took the opportunity to ask Toby why this imposter was after him. Toby shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know himself. He told Stiles he had been on the run since the day he spoke with him on his porch. He was exhausted from lack of energy and obvious blood loss. He had a wound on his arm and head.

Just when Stiles was going to ask another question, the door to the girl's locker room-leading to the gymnasium-opened. The arrow head came in first, followed by a crossbow and then Allison. She lifted her index finger to her lips, silently shh-ing him.

Stiles nodded. He tapped Toby's shoulder and pointed to Allison. Toby flashed a weak smile. He sighed; relieved they were going to get out of here. Allison tiptoed her way to them. "Where is everyone else?" She whispered to Stiles as she helped Toby up.

"Not here," Stiles responded. He didn't know where the rest were. Last he knew Derek was being his usual ass to him. Dante appeared not far behind Allison. At first, Stiles thought it was the impostor, but he had on different clothes. They were similar to Allison. "Good, you brought backup." Stiles said.

Allison furrowed her brows. She didn't know what he was talking about. Stiles pointed behind her. She followed his finger and saw Dante behind her.

"Where have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you for days." Allison asked.
Dante flashed a nervous smile as he scratched the back of his head, further messing up his already messy hair. "Sorry, got busy with some things." Stiles stood his guard; something wasn't right.

"Help me with them," Allison said as she turned back to Toby. Dante walked over to them.
Stiles looked at Dante and noticed there was blood slowly moving down his left forearm. The blood was coming from his elbow. Stiles eyes widened. Dante had the same wound the impostor had. He wasn't Dante.

"Allison, he's not Dante!" Stiles shouted.

Allison turned to fake Dante, letting go of Toby. She held out her crossbow, but she was too late. Fake Dante was close. He hit her over the head with a black bar. It was the same object he hit stiles with. Allison fell to the ground; she was unconscious.

The impostor smiled at stiles. "For the record, I am Dante." Stiles' jaw fell open. His mind figured out what he was: A skin walker. It was in the bestiary Toby had.

Dante took paced around. "You're a skin walker." Stiles stated, annoyed that it had gone undetected. Stiles noticed Dante was pacing. He was killing time. Stiles took the opportunity to figure out what Dante was planning. Why did he need Toby? Why did Dante need him, alive? Why he hadn't killed them?

"You're the one killing all those people," Stiles stated.
Dante chuckled, shaking his head. He didn't agree with stiles' statement. "Your statement couldn't be more wrong." He pulled out his phone. He was on a schedule. "I'm the one biting them."
Dante walked over to the backpack on the floor. He pulled out a rope and tied Allison's feet and hands together.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked. He was trying to distract Dante from his schedule and give his friends more time to find them.

Dante fell for it. "I've been trying to make more like me." His voice strained a little. This was personal for him. He was alone. "A skin-walker can only make more of itself during a new moon caught in between a blue moon." Stiles pressed his lips together. Tonight was the new moon. Normally he was on top of these things, but when everything going on (or not going on) with in his personal life, he wasn't keeping up with the phases of the moon.

"My bite isn't like that of the wolf, it's 100 percent accurate." He smiled at the superiority he had over the wolf.

Stiles realized why he was here. Dante was planning on turning him into a skin walker. Stiles looked at Allison. He was planning to make her one as well.

"Not as accurate as you think if people are still dying." Stiles threw that fact in his face. Not one of his smarter moves.

Dante flared his nostrils. Stiles slowly stepped back. "That will change once Toby does what needs to be done." The anger vanished from his face, leaving only a maniacal grin.
Stiles had gotten himself stuck in the middle of another ritual. He growled, softly to himself. Stop being an idiot. "What ritual are you trying to pull off?" Stiles asked.

"To block off all other supernatural powers from getting in my way," Dante replied without hesitation.

"You won't succeed," Allison said, surprising them. They didn't hear her sit up. Stiles saw her fingers moving, she was trying to find a way to untie the rope.

Dante turned to her, looking eye to eye with his former friend. He ran his fingers through his messy wavy hair. He didn't care what she thought. He believed he was going to succeed, but out of curiosity, he asked, "and why is that?"

With her hands still tied behind her back, she turned slightly to her right, showing she held her phone in her hands. "Scott, we're at the school." She shouted so Scott could hear her. Stiles didn't see it.

Dante went her and grabbed her phone from her hands. He smashed it into the gym floor. He didn't seem worried about what she did. It was like he anticipated this to happen.
"Nice try, Allison." He gave her a warm smile.

"There's mountain ash all around the school," Toby said. He was breathing heavily. That was the reason he dragged Toby out of the gym. He needed a non-supernatural to create the barrier.

"Why, Dante?" Allison asked as she stared daggers at him. This was the third time someone has kept something from her. She didn't like how her trust was taken so lightly.

Stiles wondered if she'd ever trust anyone again. He probably wouldn't.

"I've never belong to anyone." Dante's joy vanished as he thought about his past. "My parents abandoned me when I was three." He stepped closer to her and raised three fingers. "Even the guy that bit me left me. For the longest time, I didn't understand why I was dealt this hand, but I realized I was meant to find my pack, make my own pack."

Allison got ballsy. "Did you ever think maybe it was you?" She threw his abandonment issue in his face. His top lip twitched with anger.

For a moment, Stiles felt bad for him. Dante was alone and all he wanted was to feel wanted, to belong. Everyone wanted that. Stiles wanted that. He knew he was part of the pack, but he didn't feel he was on the same level as the rest. Truthfully, he wasn't.

It was something he was still adjusting to.
Dante's watch beeped. "Your friends are here." He said to Allison and Stiles. Then a second later, his phone went off.

It was time to start the ritual. "Toby, the mountain ash." He grabbed Toby by his arm and pulled him to the doors leading into the gymnasium.

Toby did as he was told. He reached into the back pack and pulled out a handful of ash. He didn't want to do it but what other choice did he have?

He tossed the ash, closing the circle.

Dante pulled out a foot long blade from his back. He tossed it to Toby, who nearly dropped it in the process of trying to catch it. At first, it appeared Toby was afraid of the blade, but then it became clear; he wasn't afraid of it. He was afraid of what he was going to do with it.

Sacrifice rang like a loud church bell in Stiles' head. Every ritual has a sacrifice. That was the reason Dante kept Allison and him alive. He was going to sacrifice them.

"You don't have to do this," Stiles said, trying to buy his friends more time. He could feel that time was slipping through his fingers. "Maybe there's another way to do this without killing."

A dead voice spoke, "there isn't. He wants to stop supernatural interference. The only way to do that is to sacrifice a supernatural." Toby sounded defeated. He had lost hope.

Stiles wasn't a supernatural, not yet anyway. He was in transition. The mountain ash circle wasn't meant to stop his friends. It was meant to slow them down. Dante needed them to be here at the right moment to sacrifice one of them. If he gave them more time, they'd get the upper hand on the situation. Allison and Stiles were pawns in his game. They led supernaturals to a sacrifice.

"You used us as bait to sacrifice our friends," Allison said. She was inching her way out of the rope that bound her wrists.

"Yes and all this wouldn't have been possible hadn't it not been for you, Stiles," Dante said. He clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

How was any of this his fault? Dante saw his confusion. So he explained, "in the Trinity Mountains, I heard your scream." Stiles glanced at Allison, for a second. She was getting out of her restraints. He focused back on Dante. "The ritual that alpha performed was on a telluric current, leading to a nemeton." Dante rolled his eyes when he saw that Allison and Stiles had no idea what he was talking about. He wasn't going to explain either. "I knew the Hales lived near one, so I followed you back here."

Stiles still didn't understand how he was the cause of this. He didn't even remember screaming in the caves. "You said I screamed."

"Yes. You were in the water. How else do you think your entire pack was knocked unconscious?" Stiles' eyes widened. "Stiles, you knocked them out."

A wave of energy moved through them. Dante took a step closer to them. "They've broken through the circle," Dante said with a smile. Everything was going to his plan.

"Good," Allison said. She slid down on the floor and scissor kicked Dante knocking him down. They both rose from the ground quickly like the hunters they were.

Stiles moved back to Toby. "Get me his back pack," Toby said. He was still weak. Stiles ran to the back pack was near to Allison and Dante. Allison kicked Dante back and then kicked the back pack to Stiles. He reached down and grabbed it. As he looked up to see where Dante and Allison were, Dante hit Allison, causing her to stumble back.
Stiles turned around back to Toby.

He felt a hand wrap around the back of his neck. Stiles tried to say calm, but he panicked. He had to get Toby the back pack.

He tossed it to Toby.

Dante tossed Stiles aside with ease and marched to Toby, taking long strides.
Stiles looked over at Toby. Toby reached into the back pack and raised his hand. A black cloud surrounded him like a dome and then came down, leaving a circle surrounding him.
Stiles was amazed at what Toby did. Toby didn't appear weak. "Stiles, Allison, get inside the circle!" Toby commanded.

Stiles and Allison crawled and then rose from the floor. They charged towards Toby. Allison was closer and entered the mountain ash barrier. Stiles was just two steps behind her. He reached the barrier and smashed into a wall. The crash sent him back. He hit his back on the ground and flipped over to his stomach.

Pain coursed through Stiles' body. He slowly sat up, pushing off the ground. The barrier stopped only supernatural creatures. Stiles wasn't in transition anymore. He had transcended, into whatever it was that Haven and Toby was keeping from him.

The next part happened very quickly. The doors burst opened with Scott and Erica behind them. Erica stepped forward and was thrown on her ass by the mountain ash barrier. Stiles rose from the ground, looking for a weapon. He saw some lacrosse sticks by the door to the coach's office. He couldn't believe he was attempting to use a lacrosse stick as a weapon, again.

He ran to them, fast. Sticks and/or bats were his weapons of choice.
Stiles heard someone say "Allison don't" and another person-Scott yell out "Allison!" Stiles turned around and saw Dante pressed up against Allison.
Allison slowly let go of Dante and slid down the floor as a dagger-held by Dante-came out of her chest.

Stiles froze. His heart plummeted to the bottom of his stomach. Allison was dead. Energy moved through him, causing him to tremble. Dante fought Erica and Scott. He was handling them. He was fast and experienced.

Allison was dead. The words circled in his head. Not Allison. Stiles dropped the lacrosse stick and inhaled, deeply. "NO!" He shouted. A wave left his mouth, causing everyone to fall on their knees, covering their ears.

Stiles charged at Dante, screaming loud. He raised his fists. He cocked one back and punched Dante in the face. The adrenaline was kicked in. He didn't feel any pain when his knuckles connected to Dante's jaw.

Dante fell down. When Stiles threw another punch, Dante blocked it and did the same scissor kick Allison did, knocking down Stiles.

A roar came from the gym entrance. Stiles looked up. Isaac, Boyd, and Jackson stood at the doors. They took a step and then stopped when they heard another roar.

That roar was familiar to Stiles. It was the one that scared him and excited him as the same time. It wasn't just the roar of an alpha; it was Derek's roar.

The guys stepped aside, letting Derek, their alpha, pass through. Derek walked forward. The guys followed after, spreading out.

Dante was outnumbered and he knew it, but he didn't back down. Dante was definitely a hunter, even to the end-it would appear.

Jackson and Boyd charged in first, striking Dante. Isaac and Derek launched in second. Dante fought them off. He evaded their claws, spinning around. He flipped over them a few times. Stiles watched in awe. Dante was like a real life Jedi. Sith lord in this case.
Scott called his name.

Erica and Scott lifted Allison up, throwing her arms over their shoulders. He heard Allison say something. She was alive.

Stiles ran to her and hugged her. He had never been so happy. Okay, he had, but this would definitely go down on one of the times.

Allison grunted. Stiles felt the wound she had on her shoulder.

From his view, it appeared she was stabbed in the chest. Scott grabbed her hand. Black veins appeared on his forearm and on hers. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He promised. They carried her to the locker room.

Stiles looked back at the fight. Dante was still holding his ground. The wolves got their licks in. Dante was bleeding from his head and leg.

Toby had exited the back door, leading to the lacrosse field. What was he thinking? It wasn't safe by himself out there. Dante pushed Jackson off of him and bolted after Toby.
Stiles run after him. Derek growled his name, he kept moving. As he chased after Dante who was chasing after Toby, he thought how he could stop Dante.

He didn't have a weapon. He could talk to him, bidding some time, but he didn't think talking was going to work. They had done enough of that. His friends and he ruined Dante's plan. He was positive Dante was over any distractions.

He had a supernatural power. His scream. He could use that to stop Dante. Now he just had to figure out how to use it at will.

Dante followed Toby into the woods behind the lacrosse field. Stiles followed behind him. They reached a ditch. Toby stood in the middle, calm. He was waiting for Dante to come for him.
"I know you're behind me, Stiles," Dante said. His back was facing Stiles.

"It's over, Dante," Stiles said confidently. Dante laughed. Toby studied him, trying to figure out what he was planning. Stiles inhaled, filling his lungs with air. Hope this works, he mentally said to himself. He screamed at the top of his lungs, sounding like a dying cat. It didn't work.

Toby smacked his head. He shook his head. "You're not a banshee," Dante laughed out.

Stiles' face flushed a hot, bright, embarrassing red. The needles pricked his cheeks. A thin coat of sweat covered his forehead. If he wasn't a banshee then what was he?
"You're a siren," Toby finally admitted.

"NOW!" He shouted, crawling up out of the ditch.

Two hooded people jumped down from the trees. They extended their hands, tossing mountain ash. A barrier formed around Dante, imprisoning him inside. The short petite one-on the right-lowered to the ground fast and punched the ground. The ground cracked inside the barrier
the ground underneath Dante opened and Dante fell inside, screaming. The small figure-person raised its hand, palm up and open. The ground closed in on Dante. Only his hand reached the surfaced.

The petite person clasped. Toby ran to their side. "Mom, are you alright?" The person was his mother. Toby removed the hood from his mother's face.

Stiles' jaw dropped when he saw that Ms. Morrell was behind the hood.
The taller person removed their hood. He was Deaton, Scott's boss. "You didn't have to kill him, Marin." He wasn't happy with her.

He lowered to the ground and placed his palm flat on the ground. He took a deep breath and exhaled. The dirt around Dante's hand started to move in a circle, pulling down his hand into the earth until it was completely buried.

Stiles confused himself, trying to figure what they were and how they were about to do what they did. Also, how they all knew each other. "I did what I've always done. I maintain the balance." She said out of breath. Whatever she did to make the ground open and close took a lot of energy from her.

She moved her weakened gaze to Stiles. "I could have gone with my original plan, Deaton," she said. Stiles could tell by her gaze that her original plan involved him. Deaton and/or Toby must have offered an alternative one.

"We're druids," Toby said, admitting. Stiles had no idea what that meant. At the moment, it wasn't important. They survived. Again.

Deaton helped Ms. Morrell up. They, including Toby, left. Deaton told Stiles that they break the barrier so his friends can find him.

Stiles started walking back to the lacrosse field. He saw them, all of them, standing on the other side of the barrier. Scott and Allison made their way to the barrier. Stiles smiled at them. He was beginning to think they'd never be friends.

The barrier went down and Derek rushed to Stiles. He placed one hand below Stiles' left ear and the other on his hip. "Are you alright?" Derek asked. Stiles could see everyone looking at Derek.

This wasn't like him. Derek examined Stiles' face and body. It was then he realized Derek wasn't examining him, but healing him instead. The worry Derek had for him turned Stiles on. Stiles didn't know how to react.

Derek pulled Stiles in and wrapped his muscular arms around his body. Stiles looked at his friends. Everyone was in awe. They couldn't be what they were seeing. Allison wasn't surprised. She knew. She cracked a quick grin at stiles.

That wasn't all. Derek moved slightly back. He lifted Stiles' chin. Stiles gazed into his eyes. He wondered if Derek was going to do what he thought he was going to do.
Derek moved in as he moisturized his lips with his tongue. He kissed Stiles, smashing their lips together. Stiles closed his eyes. The kiss gave him chills and took his breath away.

Erica giggled. Jackson made a comment about how they should learn some self control. Derek growled.

"What happened to Dante?" Scott asked as he pulled away from the revelation of their relationship that most of them couldn't process.

"And your friend?" Erica added.
Stiles explained what happened. Toby led Dante into a trap about several yards into the woods. His real mother, Ms. Morrell and Deaton trapped Dante and Morrell killed Dante via burying him alive.

He told them that Toby, Deaton, and Morrell were druids.
Stiles asked Scott if he knew anything about it. He didn't. Derek said druids were emissaries to the packs, advisors to the alphas. It begged the question: which alphas did Morrell and Deaton advice?

A flame inside Stiles burned, filling him with anger. He didn't know
where it came from. He heard twigs cracking and leaves moving around. Everyone focused their hearing on the noise. Stiles heard another pair of steps, those ones louder than the first pair.

Derek stepped forward. "Get her out of here, Scott." Derek said. Scott obeyed and turned around, heading back to the school. The rest, including Stiles, followed behind Derek. They approached the noise like a real pack.

Stiles tried not to make a much noise as he'd normally would. He avoided sticks and bushes. The pack walked with ease.

The pack saw Lydia walking barefoot. Jackson jogged his way to her, stopping in front of her. He said her name, but she ignored him. She pushed him aside and continued walking.

Peter stepped out of the shadows.
"She's in a trance," he said as he followed after her. He was the second pair of steps Stiles and the rest heard. Jackson growled. He didn't like that Peter was involved with this, somehow. Stiles didn't either.

"You were looking for a banshee," Peter said to Derek from over his shoulder. He nudged his head to Lydia. She was a banshee.

That news got everyone following Lydia. Where was she going? Banshee could always tell when death was near. This put Stiles on edge. Whose death was near?

Peter told Derek that Lydia came to him for help. Jackson let out another growl. He helped her listen to the "universe" and when she did; she fell into a trance.

About a couple miles into the woods, Lydia stopped in front of what looked like a fox or coyote den. She wailed at the top of her lungs. The beta wolves fell down on their knees, covering their ears. The alphas clenched. Stiles covered his ears while still standing. He turned away, looking back at the wolves. Scott had returned and he was standing with the alphas.
Lydia stopped wailing.

Stiles kept his eyes on Scott. Scott opened his eyes; they were a searing blood red. He was an alpha. But how?

There was a part of him that wanted to jump with excitement. His friend was an alpha, but the reality settled in. Scott and he still weren't on the best of terms. Instead, he flashed a grin at Scott.
Scott flashed one back, only it was a goofy one.

Stiles and Scott focused on Lydia. She stumbled side to side. Her scream had drained her or something. Jackson pushed through everyone. He wrapped his arm around Lydia and as she gave into her exhaustion, Jackson lifted her up into his arms.
Stiles found it romantic. Despite how much Jackson was an ass to everyone, he had exception (Danny and Lydia). Jackson left with Lydia.

Stiles was curious to know what was inside. Peter sniffed the air and stepped back from the den. "It's filled with wolfsbane."

Stiles stepped forward. He was the only one that wasn't weakened by wolfsbane. Derek grabbed his arm. He asked Stiles what he was doing with the narrowing of his worried eyes. Stiles said he'll be okay. The den wasn't that big.

Derek hated it, but he loosened his grip on Stiles and then all together.
Stiles turned and smiled. He was seriously liking this new side of Derek. He wasn't being all controlling. He gazed into the darkness of the den. It was pitch black. He was a little nervous. He took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Stiles closed his eyes for a couples minutes. He heard Derek call out his name. Derek continued calling out his name, sounding more impatient each time.

"Will you hush? I'm trying to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. I can't see a thing," Stiles said, coming off annoyed. He wasn't. He was just tired of hearing Derek call out of his name.
Derek stopped.

Stiles opened his eyes. They had adjusted. He couldn't see clearly, but better than before. In front of him, he saw a leg. A long leg that belong to an adult or a grown body.
His eyes ventured up the body. When he reached the torso, he saw the chest of a man expand.

The man was still alive. "He's still alive," he said moving closer to the man.
The man's face was turn to the right, facing away from stiles. He reached forward and turned the man's face. It was Danny. "It's Danny!" Stiles shouted to the entrance.

Derek told him to hurry and drag him out. Stiles did what Derek said. Only it wasn't in a hurry. Danny was heavier than anticipated. Stiles lifted Danny up by his shoulders and dragged him to the entrance of the den. He kept telling Danny to hold on and that he was going to get him medical help.

Stiles got Danny outside. Derek examined him. There was a visible wound on his left thigh. Derek recognized something about the affliction. He pushed Danny's dirty blue v neck shirt up. He had black veins, slowly inching their way up his lower abdomen. "He's been poison with wolfsbane," Derek said.

"He's a werewolf?" Erica mused.