AN: Thanks to all who are reading, reviewing, fave-ing and following this story! You make my soul sing!

I hope you all don't hate me too much after chapter 13. Hopefully 14 and 15 will make up for it. 15 should be up by Sunday evening. If it isn't I'll wait until after the new episode of Teen Wolf airs on Monday night to post.

Disclaimer: I do not own TW or the characters, just my AU/AR.

Also FYI, this is un-betaed, so all the mistakes are mine.

Previously on Teen She-Wolf…

"This all ends tonight. We will get everyone into position at seven sharp, and then lure our enemy to us."

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"They left no scent behind Derek…We both know what that means."

"Born wolves with bad intentions"

"Apparently, this pack has declared war on ours. Their aim is to kill all our pack-mates and pack allies until you, Cora and I are all that's left. That's what they want, she-wolves to breed."

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"You're an alpha's mate, you have the ability to rise to alpha status in case Derek were to die."

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No one harms our pack. Not while we are alpha-female.

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"I spent the past few months trying to find a way to bring her back like Lydia was able to bring me back. But it seems Laura never gave the bite to anyone so it's impossible."

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"I was never supposed to be an alpha. The most I expected to be was Laura's second…At first I only started to turn wolves to protect Cora. There couldn't be a pack with just the two of us… The next thing I know I'm turning college kids left and right, they are forming mate bonds, friendship bonds, and getting under my skin and I start to love them as if they were always apart of my family…But I don't I deserve to be followed, to be their alpha. I couldn't protect the people that my pack cares for: your parents, my cousin's dad, and a man who was one of my mother's best friends. And soon we go to war against this other pack, and I know there is a possibility I might lose some of you…I feel like there is something more I should be doing."

"You mean besides what you have already done? You built your pack a fortress so they can be safe from any threat, you may not be the most warm individual we know how much you love and care for us, you train us so we can be better prepared for what might happen, and you just endured unbearable pain, to give us a better chance of survival. How are those actions of a man undeserving of being alpha?"

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We are coming.

And bringing guests.

We're ready.

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Death to two of our own.

"Watch out! It's mistletoe! Laced with wolfsbane"

He's dead

"We can bring back Derek and save Stiles…"

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She was the alpha now…She had five pack members in comas, one on the brink of death, a dead mate and she was the only alpha her pack had.

"Derek. I can't do this without you."

Teen She-Wolf: Chapter Fourteen

After a moment of crying, she let go of Cora and Malia, kissed Derek's forehead and stood up. She then began to bring every piece of Thorne she could find a put it into a pile. Cora and Malia helped her once they realized what she was doing.

They held hands and washed all trace of their enemy burn. The fire was still going a half hour later when Isaac, Boyd and Peter returned, and John followed them on an ATV that was attached to a cart. Boyd and Isaac handed Cora and Malia some clothes and they all watched as Peter and John loaded Derek's body onto the cart.

John gave them all a look of anguish and muttered "They're just kids." To Peter. Obviously unaware that he could be heard.

"John. They are a pack. We are apart of that pack. We'll get through this together." Peter told him as they lifted Derek. "I have an idea on how to save your son and my nephew. We will all be fine soon."

"What is a pack without a leader?" John asked. "Derek is dead. My son is dying and my stepson is in a coma. I can't see how we'll be fine."

"We have a leader. Derek may be dead but his mate is an alpha now."

"Erica? She's just a kid." He said getting on to the ATV and starting it.

"She is a wolf John. An alpha. A Hale. She is a lot stronger than she looks. All these kids are stronger than they look."

The Sheriff nodded and began to drive off. Peter walked towards them. "Dad, where is he taking Derek?" Malia mumbled, her eyes on the flames her arms wrapped around her mate. Erica didn't think she noticed what she called Peter.

Peter's faced showed that he noticed. He looked like he wanted to be happy but could not given the circumstances. So he didn't comment on the fact she had called him Dad. "The mausoleum. We'll bury him in the morning."

"You said we can bring him back." Erica said.

"We can. He was prepared for this." He told her. "But first things first. I have some explanations to give, the three of you need to make some decisions about the future of this pack and we have to wake up our comatose pack members and save Stiles"

Erica nodded, he was right.

The last Throne had burned, so they were done here. "Stomp out this fire, find someone to ash the gate and then everyone needs to clean up themselves. Meet me in Derek's study in an hour." She said to the group. "We are on lockdown for the next few days, until we can figure this all out."

When she got to their bedroom she began to cry again. His scent dominated the space, even worse her scent mingled with his and she realized, that if they could not bring him back, his scent would fade until all that was left was her scent and memories of him.

She ran to the bathroom and hopped in the shower after stripping out of her bloodied clothing. She hoped that the sound of the running water, along with everyone else coping with the day's trauma would mask the sounds of her sobbing.

He was gone. How could Derek Hale be dead? How could a short second have been the difference between him standing next to her and him lying lifeless in his family's mausoleum?

She spent the next half hour alternating between washing and crying until she couldn't cry anymore until he was able to pull herself together. She left the shower and dried off, and dressed in the pajamas that Derek had left on the bathroom floor that morning, drawing strength from his scent.

She had to be strong. She was the alpha now. Her pack needed her and she needed her pack. They had to get through this crisis. The battle with the Thorne's was won, but the Hale Pack could still lose so much more. Another pack could decide to come while they are weak, while most of their wolves were unconscious or dying, when they heard that their alpha was an eighteen-year-old girl who had been a werewolf less than two months. They were vulnerable, and she would not lose another pack member just because she felt like a living ghost without Derek.

She left the room and went downstairs to his study, and sat in his desk chair.

Her resolve to be strong nearly faltered when she saw the picture of them he kept on his desk. It was taken during her eighteenth birthday party, and he had picked her up and had just finished twirling her in a circle when Kira snapped the picture. They were both smiling and looking into each other's eyes, obviously head over heels in love with one another.

We should have said it sooner…

Thankfully before she could get more thoughtful her conscious packmates began to show up.

She sat in the study and looked to the room. Peter, Sarah, Allison, Malia, Boyd, and Cora were all present. John, Melissa, Isaac, Kira and Lydia had all opted to stay upstairs and monitor the unconscious packmembers.

"Their wounds have been cleaned and are healing well. Melissa is optimistic that they will wake on their own in a few hours." Cora reported. "Except for Stiles. She doesn't know what to do for him. He's alive but…I can barely feel our mating link anymore, it's like he's holding onto life by a thread."

Erica nodded her head.

"I called Braeden while we were all re-grouping." Allison said, surprising everyone. "I'm sorry if you think that goes over your head Alpha but someone had to fill her in and ask whether she knew if there is anyway to save someone if a banshee…or two has already predicted they won't live."

Erica raised her eyebrow at that entire speech. Being called Alpha, and the slight fear in Allison's eyes did not sit well with her. She then took a beat to realize they were all on edge, and not just because of the battle. They didn't know what to expect of her. People changed when they became Alpha's, and she had just lost her mate; they probably expected her to go on a rampage in her pain and abandon them.

"It's not a big deal Ali." Erica said, using the nickname she began to use when she was just a newly turned beta, and Allison started acting like her older sister. They needed to remember that she was still that Erica. She had just been through a lot, and had more power now. "What did she say?"

Allison let out a relived sigh. "Banshees typically can sense when someone in their area is about to die, and they can also feel where death has happened or will happen. All of these scenarios can cause them to wail. But most banshees don't associate with packs. Lydia and Sarah are part of this pack, so their senses have been honed in on death that connects to the people they care for: us. They wail because they sense the death or near death of someone close. It does not mean that those people will die necessarily, it means that at the very least they almost die."

"That's true." Lydia said. "I sense death and dying in a lot of places, but only really am able to pay attention to it when it has to the pack being in danger. And mom and I could not sense Deaton's death because they killed him outside of Beacon Hills."

"So, we can save Stiles?" Erica asked.

"In theory, yes. But Braeden doesn't know how." Allison answered.

Erica turned her head to Peter. "I assume you know how?"

He nodded. "An Alpha needs to draw his pain away until they give up the spark that makes them an alpha. That should help heal him. It's the only way I know of that could help him with the amount of that poison he was given." Peter said. "As it happens we have three alphas in the house…but heres the catch, the alpha has to willingly give up their spark. So we can't just make old Eddie heal Stiles."

"Either I have to do it, or one of us has to kill a Thorne and do it." Erica said. "That's what you meant when you said Malia, Cora and I needed to have a talk about the future of the pack. If I give up my spark, one of them will have to become the next Hale alpha."

"Yes."

She looked to Malia and Cora. "Well, I guess we will be having a talk after this. Then once we decide who is healing Stiles we will do it right away."

"You can't." He said. "Not right away. You'll only end up killing yourselves and him if you don't get some rest beforehand."

They all nodded.

"Will he survive the night?" Cora asked, sounding a bit broken.

Erica examined the link she had with Stiles. "He's steady for now. He's not getting worse."

Cora nodded, agreeing with the assessment. Staying steady was the best they could hope for in the circumstances.

"Now, about bringing back Derek." Erica said. "Explain how it would be possible to bring him back."

"Well how am I here?" Peter asked.

"Oh, Peter stop being so cryptic." Sarah said. "I can bring him back. Like how Lydia brought back Peter. Derek knew that he might die in this battle, apparently the Hale men like having an insurance policy. Having the last person you turn before your death be a banshee is that policy."

Peter cut in. "Actually turning anyone is enough, it just known to work better with banshees. When an alpha turns someone, they leave a piece of themselves, it helps strengthens the new pack member's link to the pack. When the next person is bitten that piece is transferred to them. Most wolves do not feel this piece, a banshee does. I was able to use the link that I still had with Lydia after my death as a beacon to guide me back to the land of the living. My mind was linked to hers until she was able to expel me from it."

"And why did this not work with Laura? Or Mom?" Cora said.

"Laura never gave the bite to anyone. I was hoping that there was a wolf out there being haunted by her, that didn't know what to do to bring her back, but nothing. Once I came back and explained how I was alive, and how I hoped to bring her back, Derek told me that she had always refused to give the bite to anyone, and was more focused on raising you and him. As for Talia, the last person she gave the bite to was locked in the basement with us when Kate Argent burned us."

"So Sarah, as a banshee, would innately know how to bring him back. How?" Boyd asked.

"I don't know. Ask Lydia." He said.

Lydia sighed. "I was haunted by Peter, you all know that. But he wasn't completely in charge of all the visions I had of him. We discussed this. I think some of the visions were from my subconscious, letting me know what I had to do to get him out of my mind. I don't remember everything I did, and the only witness to Peter's resurrection was Derek."

Sarah then took over. "Lydia and I think that once Derek is able to find his way back, in sprit and I sense it, I'll start getting visions of what I need to do. But I hope it happens soon. The next full moon is the one we need to resurrect him, or else I'm stuck with him in my mind for a year."

"As in the full moon that is in less than a week?" Erica said in a panic. "The one that will be your alpha's second experience with a full moon because she has only been a wolf for seven weeks. A moon she might not handle well, if her first experience is anything to judge by."

"You'll be fine. If not. Allison with tranquilize you, or Kira will shock you until we can resurrect Derek." Malia said. "But you have been getting the hang of being a wolf very quickly. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"It hasn't even been two months?" Peter asked confused. "And you're able to sit there calmly, with the power of an alpha running through your veins after all that has happened?" Peter sounded like he was in awe.

"Yes. I'm broken inside, but crying about it won't help us. This pack's safety is what matters." Erica said.

Peter stood up and walked away, Sarah ran after him.

"What's wrong Peter?"

"She sounded exactly like Talia after my brother-in-law died. I'll be fine. We'll all be fine. With my daughter, my niece and Erica in charge we will be fine."

Erica wished she had the confidence in herself as a leader that Peter seemed to have in her. She dismissed everyone but Cora and Malia. Everyone went to go check on the comatose pack members or to give the prisoners another tranquilizer.

"I'm willing to give up my spark to save Stiles. When I do, one of you has to kill the man who killed Derek, bringing back the power to a Hale." She told them.

"Not me." Malia said firmly. "I'm a great lieutenant, a good helper. I am not a leader. If anything I'm a solider. I'm willing to kill the Thorne alpha and heal Stiles, but I won't keep any alpha powers."

"I will be the one to save my mate." Cora said. "I'm sorry Erica, I just was never meant to be an alpha. I'm a great number two; I'll be your number two. But I need to be the one that saves my mate."

"Plus can you imagine Stiles as an alpha-mate?" Malia joked.

Erica looked at them shock. "So are we supposed to let your family's power live and die with the man that killed Derek? I can't take it back. I'm already an alpha; It would do nothing for me. If I were to kill him, the Hale power would just disappear forever"

"Oh, that power will stay with the Hale family Erica." Cora told her. "Once my big brother is alive again, I think he would want the pleasure of killing his killer."

"Plus, Lydia said that we would need that guy to bring him back anyway, that's how she explained it while we were locking them up. The few ingredients she does remember is that you need the blood of the one that killed you, and of a relative of the same sex you are. To bring back Dad, both those things were in one person: Derek. Now we need Dad and that other Thorne."

Erica took a second to process that information. "Wait… won't it be a problem for me to be an alpha and Derek to be an alpha? Two alphas in one pack seems off."

"Not if they are mates." Cora said. "It's rare but it happens."

"Plus, lets not get our hopes up with this ritual." Malia said. "Dad says it doesn't always work."

Erica nodded. She was right she couldn't pin all her hopes on Derek rising from the dead. She had to continue on as if her it might not happen. She had to be cautious.

"I know it might not be the best time for this." Cora said. "But do you realize what you've been calling Uncle Peter?"

Malia nodded. "I slipped up at the fire a few hours ago, but found I didn't mind it. Peter Hale is my Dad. Marcus* Tate was my Daddy. I thought I would have trouble with this, like I would be betraying my Daddy, but it is not like that."

"Well some good came from today." Erica said. "I'm happy for you."

"Oh, Puppy." Malia said. "Be positive. Don't be such a Mrs. SourWolf. We're done with the Thornes, we made it out of the battle mostly whole, Stiles can be saved, and there is a strong possibility that we can bring your Mr. SourWolf back."

Erica nodded, standing up and walking to the door. "You're right. We came out of that fight way better than Derek thought we would. It could have been much, much worse. Let's get some rest so Cora can save Stiles."

Erica couldn't sleep. Not alone in their big empty bed. Nothing helped. His scent was everywhere and if felt like he was going to walk in the door and start getting ready for bed any second.

She missed him.

She lay awake listening to her pack. They were not having much success with rest either. The only ones that slept were the ones in comas, Stiles and Sarah who began walking around in a daze soon after the meeting earlier.

She listened as Scott woke from his coma a few hours after she "went to bed", and Allison and Isaac explained what happened. Before hearing the full story he ran down the stairs, to the room that Stiles and Cora shared across the hall a few doors down from her and Derek's room. Melissa, John and Cora had been sitting in the room all night.

Stiles. Scott breathed out upon entering the bedroom.

She listened as everyone explained the Stiles' situation to Scott, and as Mellissa left the room to check on their others.

Guys, Where's Derek? Scott managed to say after the plan to save Stiles was explained to him and he calmed down.

She couldn't bring herself to listen as they explained the whole day to Scott. She couldn't re-live it again. Just like she couldn't listen to Lydia catching up Aiden, Ethan and Danny or Kira telling Jackson what happened. She just attempted to drown them out.

She thought she had been successful until she heard the knock at the door. Melissa opened up and walked to her. Erica didn't notice that she had been crying until Melissa sat in the bed next to her and began to dry Erica's tears with her sleeve.

"Oh sweetheart." She said as Erica sat up and hugged her. "Being by yourself in this room is not doing you any favors."

Erica cried into Melissa's shoulder for a few minutes before pulling away. "I'm sorry you should be with your sons or watching over the others."

"Silly girl. Everyone that was in a coma is in tip-top shape now, Stiles will be saved in the morning, and everyone else is fine for now. Except you, I'm needed here." Melissa said, signaling Erica to lye down and laying down next to her, holding her. "Now, let's try to get you a bit of sleep okay? You are safe, Mama McCall is right here."

Erica popped a small smile. "Mama McCall?"

"It's what the pack started calling me. I'm a mom, not just to my own kids. This group is full of former foster kids, neglected kids and orphans. Sometimes you each need mothering."

Erica snuggled into her and closed her eyes. "Don't Scott and Stiles get jealous?"

"Have you met my boys? The need save everyone and make sure they are cared for came from somewhere. Stiles may not be my son biologically, but his mom was exactly the same way as I am before she got sick."

Melissa's heartbeat was steady and strong. I soothed Erica, and by listening to it she began to drift off to sleep. "Thank you." She told Melissa as she began to drift.

"My pleasure sweetheart."

Erica woke startled a few hours later, Isaac and Allison had joined her in bed and the Sheriff and Melissa had each fallen asleep on a window seat. What had woken her?

She thought hard when she felt it… the link with Stiles was fading fast. With that she let out a howl, which ended up as an alpha-roar, and sped out of her bedroom.

He's Dying.

Her pack, wolf and non-wolf alike had woken at her roar. When she got to the hallway she noticed that Cora was already halfway down the stairs making her way towards the basement.

"Cora." Erica said.

Cora stopped and cut her off. "I'll be right back. I don't care if I'm not rested enough. An hour of sleep will have to be enough."

"Cora. You need a human." Erica said as Allison joined them in the hallway. "Can you please go let Cora kill Eddie Thorne, and then re-ash his packmate in?"

Allison nodded and joined Cora in running down the stairs.

"Leave the body there. We'll get it when Stiles is saved." She yelled after them, and then stood outside the door to Stiles and Cora's room preventing anyone but the Sheriff and Melissa from entering. The room was not as large as her and Derek was. It could not fit the whole pack in there at once.

Cora and Allison returned after a few minutes. Erica's wolf was set on edge at the sight of another alpha but knew Cora held no interest in challenging her for the pack. Cora had a singular purpose.

As Cora began to draw away Stiles' pain, she recognized that two of her pack were not standing outside the room watching closely. They were not there as Cora screamed out, as her newly red eyes faded back to yellow and as Stiles' heart beat became stronger.

Erica sighed in relief as she felt the link with Stiles begin to repair itself and went to go investigate her missing pack members. She walked across the hall, and knocked on Peter's door, when she caught the smell.

Fear. Worry.

She began pounding on the door. "Peter open up now."

As they waited, Malia sniffed the air. "Lydi, did you know that your mom spent the night with my dad this evening?"

"Ew." Lydia said. "No, I would have made my displeasure known…. Wait, Erica why are you pounding on the door? Is there something wrong?"

Peter then opened the door, his face looking strained. "She won't wake up. I woke up when you roared, and tried to wake her up and tell her about Stiles… Her heartbeat is erratic. I don't know what to do."

Erica pushed him to the side and threw on the lights to the room. Sarah was lying motionless in the bed, and her heartbeat was very erratic. Lydia came in the room after her but stopped suddenly. Erica stayed put, afraid to approach the bed any further than she had. There was a presence in the room, and she felt it.

"What is it Lydi?" Malia asked, stopping right next to her.

"Death. Derek. He's here." Lydia said.

"This is normal?" Peter asked. "The erratic heartbeat, the not being able to wake up?"

"I don't know if it's normal." Lydia snapped. "All I know is what my instincts are screaming at me. They say that a recently deceased spirit is in the process of attaching itself to my mother's consciousness."

Just then, Sarah jolted upright in the bed, screaming and thrashing around. Lydia, Peter and Malia all rushed to the bed trying to call the frightened woman down.

"You're safe Sarah. I'm here. Our girls are here. Our pack is here. You're safe." Peter whispered.

Erica backed out of the room. Was it wrong that bringing Derek back meant putting Sarah through an experience she was clearly frightened over, because judging by Sarah's reaction and how long it took for her to be calmed…it felt very wrong.

She walked across the hall and saw Stiles being embraced by his father and Melissa tending to a sweaty, pale passed out Cora.

"So what is the prognosis?" Erica asked.

"Cora should bounce back in a few hours. Stiles is as good as new." Melissa said with a simile. "What is wrong with Sarah?"

"Apparently, having Derek's spirit attach itself to your own like a parasite until you can perform a ritual to resurrect him is just as terrifying to experience as it sounds" She said.

Stiles let go of his father. "What do you mean Derek's spirit? And what is this talk of resurrection?"

"Cliff notes? Derek's dead. I'm alpha now. We intend on trying to resurrect him" Erica said before turning to leave. "Everyone try to get some sleep, we have a Thorne to burn, my mate to bury, and a ritual to prep for all while making sure no other packs decide they want to pick off the Hale Pack, because they have a tiny blonde teenager for an alpha." She ordered before walking to her room.

She listened as they all dispersed, as John and Melissa filled Stiles in before going up to their room. She listened to the hustle and bustle, the soft pillow talk between mates. She liked having everyone in one place for now. It had been practical when half of them were comatose, but she decided that everyone needed to go back to where they regularly slept tomorrow. There were four perfectly fine homes and an apartment behind the Den waiting for the occupants to return.

And frankly, the less happily mated couples she had to whisper 'I love you' before sleep, the better. The whole thing made her miss Derek even more. It made the bed seem even bigger, made his scent smell fainter, made the hole that he left behind in her soul emptier.

Hours later, while most of the pack was busy burying Derek, and erecting a makeshift gravestone; Erica had asked Ethan, Aiden and Boyd to help her burn Eddie Thorne's body. She found she got a perverse sense of joy in the burning of his body, and half of her wished that she had been there when Cora slit his throat wide open.

She didn't like that she liked this so much. She had to keep reminding herself that the lives she had taken and bodies she burned had all been bad people. People who hurt humans, women and weaker wolves for sport, people that had every intent on killing her pack, people that had killed five people close to her pack including her parents and her mate.

After Eddie was no more, She and the boys made their way to the mausoleum. When they arrived the whole pack was gathered around, either in tears or on the verge of tears. They had already buried him just outside the structure that held the remains of the Hale Family. Someone had placed a rock that was larger enough to sit on as a makeshift headstone and written his name on it.

"If this ritual doesn't work, we will bury him properly." She said. Approaching the group fighting back her own tears.

They all nodded. Knowing that they would find out in a few days if they would have to say goodbye to him forever. As everyone left the site, they tapped the gravestone and said a few words. She was the last one there.

She brought her hand to her lips then touched the hand to the gravestone. "I'll see you soon my love." She said before walking away.

AN: So one more chapter after this, and I may do a quick epilogue after, I haven't decided. An epilogue may not be necessary, depending on how 15 ends.

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Footnotes:

* Made up name. Idk if we have a first name for him.