The Sutcliffe Gold Mine had been abandoned for over a century ever since the forefathers of Beacon Hills mined all the gold during the Gold rush of the 1850's. Now a boarded up historical landmark, many tourists have visited site but never knew the true history that a Native American massacre took place nearly a century ago.

Under the light of the blood moon, Stiles Argent drove his father's Lexus near the entrance within twenty minutes of Peter Hale's request as the young teen got out of the car and got a flashlight from the vehicle's trunk. Noticing the opening no longer boarded up, he shined the flashlight through the darkened cavern and entered.

Through pitch blackness, he descended down the cave past bats and other rodents until he saw a light glowing from around the corner of the cavern. Following it, he crept near the corner and peeked in. From his vantage point, he recognized the primitive cave drawings from his dreams then turned to the roaring fire centered inside the chamber. Shooting his hazel eyes to the right of the cavern, he saw his family and Danny chained up against the stone wall unharmed before concentrating his focus on the tall, male figure at the head of the chamber.

Both hands of the gentleman had been bloodily impaled with silver daggers to a wooden crucifix fixated on the rocky foundation as he dark hair drooped forward unconscious. Slowly he lifted his face allowing the teen to identify the green eyes and handsome brooding features. Stiles gasped as soon as he recognized him.

"Derek…" he whispered. The piercing migraine hit again his forehead signaling that danger was near. As the pain subsided, the teen tried not to turn around.

"Welcome to my home, Stiles Argent."

A voice behind him signaled that he was in trouble. Twirling around, he saw Peter Hale standing in front of him with his clawed hands folded together.

"I love what you done with the place." Stiles rolled his eyes.

Pushing him forward, the teen followed. Allison spun her head to see her little brother and called out.

"Stiles!"

"Stiles! You shouldn't have come!" His mother cried. Small tears wet her eyes realizing how helpless they were at that moment.

"What is it you want? Money?" Sheriff Argent asked struggling with his manacles. "I'm sure we can work out a deal. No one has to get hurt."

The skin-walker cackled. "You humans are so predictable! Everything has to involve monetary value!"

"WHAT IS THAT YOU WANT?" Allison shouted. "LET US GO!"

"I like your sister, Stiles," smirked the evil shaman. "She has spunk. Maybe I can convince the Ravenmocker to make her my mate since my last one was killed."

"Okay you have me," Stiles reasoned with him. "Now let my family and Danny go!"

"Oh yes, Danny," the skin-walker taunted. He walked over to the Hawaiian teen and lifted his face with his claw. "The rival. Did you enjoy the nice photos I sent your family of you and Derek? It's amazing what a wide angle lens can do from far away."

"That was you?" Anger displayed on the teen's face.

Wicked laughter released from the skin-walker's lips. "For someone who is against technology for his tribe, he should really embrace it. Modern gadgets are so useful nowadays. Tell me, Stiles Argent, I wonder should win in this love triangle? Team Danny or Team Derek?"

The hazel eyed teen shrugged his shoulders. "I wouldn't exactly call it a love triangle. I mean it possibly could be since I got a werewolf on one side and if Danny suddenly started glittering in sunlight, then it would be considered a Stephanie Meyers cliché. However, that would mean that love would be involved…"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH OR I'LL RIP IT OUT!" Peter growled.

Stiles gulped. "I'll stay quiet now."

"Here's what is going to happen, the ritual of the blood moon will take place in five minutes." Peter instructed. "To free Kalona, it must be done at midnight. But first I need some blood to start the ritual. One of a Spirit Wolf and one of the perfect human. Let's start with the aningan!"

Unable to stop the shaman, Stiles watched sadly as Peter went over to an unconscious Derek and woke him by stabbing him in the chest with his sharp talons. Allison screamed as his mother averted her eyes away from the gory sight. The Spirit Wolf yelled in pain as he woke up with his eyes glowing golden as he shifted into his second phase and began to sprout canine fangs.

Fear sprouted on his family's face upon seeing Derek's transformation; his father especially. Stiles stood helpless as streaks of blood poured of his lover's chest.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?" Sheriff Argent shouted.

"I'm sorry, Dad," the young man apologized. "There's things I wish I told you…"

Peter smiled wickedly as he collected the blood samples of Derek in a goblet who growled in frustration. Turning toward the Argent family, he lifted the cup toward them. "I'm surprised Stiles that you kept the secret of our existence a secret from your love ones. You really are such an ungrateful child!" His eyes glowed red as he extended his own set of fangs and put them on display for the Argents.

"You're…you're not human!" Victoria commented. "What are you?"

"He's a werewolf," cried Allison. "Just like Scott and even Derek. Stiles saved me after I got bitten."

"Werewolf?" Peter laughed. "Foolish girl! We're more than that!" Shifting his attention to Stiles, he grabbed his arm and raked a claw drawing a line of blood. The teen cringed as small droplets filled the goblet. "Thank you for you generous donation. Now to being the first part of the ritual."

Tossing the goblet into the roaring fire, the flames rose higher than before as the cup melted. The shaman raised his arms chanting some ancient incantation as shadows began to flicker around him. A strange, icy breeze filled the cavern as the blaze extinguished before bizarrely reigniting the chamber.

"What is happening?" Danny asked. Panic could be heard in his voice.

"It's bad!" Stiles shouted. "Very, very bad!"

"KALONA! MIDNIGHT IS HERE!" Peter screeched. "BE RELEASED FROM YOUR PRISON AND TAKE ME AS YOUR VESSEL!"

"Yes…I…am…free…"

Echoes of a sinister voice filled the chamber. Shadows drifted from every corner of the cavern as a black mist floated from the darkness entwining around Peter Hale in tendrils. Surrounding him in a pool of miasma, the skin-walker became a cocoon of the Ravenmocker's evil before breaking itself away out of its shell to reveal and an even more hideous form. Once again the piercing migraine throbbed in Stiles's head before it went away quickly. Instantly, the brown haired teen knew that the outcome was not going to be good.

Blackened fur mixed with feathers displayed the enormous mass nearly taking up almost the entire space of the room. Long, sharp talons extended from its hands as thin, scaly feet exhibited claws at the bottom. Behind the creature, a long hairy, feathered plum represented its tail as red reptilian eyes peered from atop its face. However the most grotesque feature of the animal had been the long snout, shaped into a hooked beak as a row of jagged teeth appeared in its mouth.

The Argent women were the first to bear witness to the demon and screamed.

"Stiles! Get away from that thing!" Sheriff Argent shouted.

The teen broke into a run but found himself being snatched up by a clawed hand. Tossed into the air, the brown haired lad landed on to the ground hard.

A combination of Peter's masculine voice with that of a low guttural scream emanated from the monster. It laughed.

"Ahhhh….my…perfect…human…sacrifice…."

Stiles crawled back. "I'm not perfect! I swear! My nose is not symmetrical and one eye is bigger than the other!"

The creature cackled.

"You'll…do…nicely…."

"Stiles! Remember the fox and wolf! The sun and moon must work together! Give Derek some of your blood to heal him!"

The mysterious voice surrounded his head. The Native American deities were with him. Racing toward Derek, he pressed his wounded arm into the Spirit Wolf's mouth. The taste of the metallic liquid spilled in to his lips as the green eyed man drank a few drops.

"STILES! WATCH OUT!" His father screamed.

A sharp claw gripped his ankle yanking him back. He hit the ground hard as his felt body dragged across the dirt. Spinning his body around with his back facing the creature, Stiles looked at his family one last time with sorrow.

"I'm sorry…" he whimpered.

Razor sharp teeth pierced his shoulder blade causing him to scream in pain. Large droplets of crimson dripped from his wound as he felt his body become woozy from the monster biting him. The teen heard his family scream as the Ravenmocker monster released him; its mouth full of blood roared at the witnesses feeling the sense of power flow through him.

"I…am…now…invincible…"

Suddenly, small pieces of feathers and black hair fell from the creatures arms. Little by little the layers of covering began to shed falling to the ground in great big patches. The monster tossed its huge head watching in horror as its flesh start to deteriorate in front of its red eyes. Small pieces of its sharp talons began to become brittle breaking to little pieces as small black liquid oozed from its eyes and mouth.

"What…is…happening…to me…"

Still in a daze, Stiles kneeled on to the floor as he noticed Derek slowly his hands free from the silver daggers impaling him on the crucifix. Rapidly, he watched the Spirit Wolf's flesh heal.

The Ravenmocker eyed the brown haired teen in fury. Stomping toward him, it raised its large claw to strike.

"You..did…this…You…drank…their…tea…Aconite…Wolfbane…Silver…White…Oak..Ash…poisoning…my system…You…are…not…a…perfect…human sacrifice…you…are…flawed…"

Weakened, Stiles managed to stand up. He flashed a wicked smile. "You have to thank my brain cancer for that. Consider it my gift to you."

The beast roared as it brought down its sharp talon. Stiles flinched and shut his eyes. The sickening sound of brittle bones tearing and breaking vibrated through his eardrums as he heard a loud thud in front of him. Opening his eyes, he saw Derek's golden eyes and canine teeth grasping the Ravenmocker's back and riding him like a rodeo cowboy.

"You shall claim no victim tonight Kalona! No today! Not ever!" The aningan proclaimed. Digging his sharp claws into the monster's melting flesh, he rotated his body to position himself against the beast's chest. Then with careful precision, the Spirit Wolf struck. Digging a talon into the Ravenmocker's breast, he ripped out its beating heart and leaped away.

Everyone in the cavern observed in horror as the huge monster screamed in agony. More feathers and hair fell away as the claws, feet, and distorted beak began to melt away leaving nothing but a rotting corpse in front of them. Shadows and black mist escaped everywhere returning to the dark corners from whence they came as the final skeletal remains of the Ravenmocker disintegrated into a pile of ash and dust.

"I…cannot…be…defeated…I…cannot…"

The last remnants of the beast spilled on the ground in one dirt pile. It became evident at this point that both Peter Hale and the Ravenmocker were dead.

Still with the beating heart of Kalona in his hand, Derek squeezed the organ hard letting it crumble into the dust. Watching the dirt sift through his fingers, he slowly approached Stiles who fell to his knees.

"Derek…"

Stiles called out. Painful migraines, much heavier and agonizing, shot through his brain. Breathing heavily, he attempted to inhale but could get any oxygen. He listened carefully to his heart beating fast as large droplets of blood fell from his nostrils. Reaching out to the Spirit Wolf, he extended his arms but felt his body falling to the ground. Derek raced to him.

"STILES!"

It was too late. Stiles only saw darkness.

The white oak ash tree grew taller than ever. Stiles walked over and noticed a mystical figure bathed in light, air, fire, earth, and water standing in front of it. Standing next to him were Wi and Hanwi who beckoned him forward. Stiles followed.

Getting a closer look at the main figure transforming between elements, he became aware of who he was. O-let-te, the Coyote Man. The Great Creator. Stiles kneeled.

"It's an honor, sir," said Stiles.

"Please get up, Stiles Argent," said O-let-te. "You have proven yourself worthy as a warrior. Kalona has been defeated and once again imprisoned shall be imprisoned for many centuries to come. As your reward, I grant you back the human life you are expected to have."

Stiles's mouth dropped. "You mean no more brain cancer? I'm healed?"

"No more cancer, Stiles Argent," said the Coyote Man.

Small footsteps padded next to the teenager as the hazel eyed lad drifted his focus to Derek Hale kneeling as well. Naked and virile, illicit thoughts stirred in his head of the Spirit Wolf which he quickly removed.

"Derek Hale! Your role as the aningan has been appreciated!" The Coyote man announced.

"Thank you, Great Creator," replied the Spirit Wolf.

"Your reward is to preserve the safety and sanctuary of the Aeiwa people," said the Great Creator. "The knowledge of your tribe's existence to the outside world will cease to be. No one shall remember what transpired."

"Wait!" Stiles protested. "If you make everyone forget, then I won't remember Derek or the tribe at all."

"It is better that the world be kept ignorant," said the Coyote Man. "Knowledge of our existence will only make the lives of humans more difficult. Removing your memories will allow you to live on without placing you in harm's way."

"But I don't want to forget!" Stiles turned to Derek. "I want to remember! Derek, please. I love you!" His admittance brought tears to his eyes.

Derek held the young man's face. "It's better this way. I'm immortal. I can't bear to watch you die while I live on. You're to live your life as normal away from the knowledge of the supernatural world. Healthy and happy. You and Danny were meant to be."

"No…please…Derek…" Stiles begged. The pain in the hazel teen's eyes affected the Spirit Wolf greatly but he knew what was best for the teenager. "I can't forget you!"

The aningan leaned in close to whisper his ear and he held him. "I love you, Stiles. I didn't believe that I could find it again after Kate died. You made that happened. Stiles, always remember this. The longer I live…that won't stop me from loving you."

"Derek…"

His mouth crushed his as the young man felt his body descending.

"Stiles! Wake up, buddy!"

Dr. Deaton stood in front of the teen as he lifted his head off the hospital bed. Surrounding him were his parents, sister, and Danny.

"Where am I?" He asked.

"You fell asleep during the CT scan," replied the physician. "I guess the results were too much for you. Great news! The cancer is gone. Your test show that the radiation treatment worked and the cancer cells have been eliminated. It's like you make a miraculous recovery."

Victoria and Sheriff Argent hugged their son tight.

"Isn't that great?" Victoria asked excitedly. "You're healed!"

"Yeah…" Stiles feigned a smile. "Where's Dr. Hale?" He realized that his memories of what happened were not removed by the deities.

"Who's Dr. Hale?" Dr. Deaton asked.

"He was helping with the treatments," Stiles replied.

"I guess memory loss was part of the symptoms of the cancer treatment," the physician diagnosed. "Stiles, I've been treating you all along. There's no Dr. Hale. In fact, there's no Dr. Hale that even works in this hospital."

Stiles frowned. "Whoops! My bad!"

Danny startled him with a kiss. Surprise by his lips on him, Stiles still not respond.

"Stiles? Something wrong?" Danny inquired disappointed. "You seem not yourself."

The hazel teen lied. "No. No. It's I'm just not myself today. I was wondering, Danny, if you could do me a favor?"

"Sure anything," offered the Hawaiian teen.

"Could you drive me some place?" He requested. "There's somewhere I need to check out."

Danny's truck parked right in front of the big lake where the hidden trail near the half-moon rock existed. Getting out of the vehicle, Stiles glanced around seeing the land undisturbed. No sign of any cabins, trailers, or housing structures existed here as a saddened brown haired teen folded his arms.

"It's a beautiful spot, Stiles," noted Danny. "Great for camping or fishing. What did you want come here?"

"I was curious," said Stiles. "Danny, is Mr. Harris still our history teacher?"

"Man, that brain tumor must have affected your memory cells," commented the Hawaiian teen. "There is no teacher named Mr. Harris. We have a substitute all year long who grades on a curve. Since you're the highest person who receives a B grade in the class, it become an A which trickles down to the rest of us struggling in the subject."

Stiles inhaled a breath sadly. "I guess I should really think about my future."

"Our future," corrected Danny.

Pulling the teen close, he connected his mouth to the hazel eyed lad influencing Stiles to submit to his touch. Stiles finally understood where his heart and his home should be.