(Hello everyone. I know I always say the same thing, but thank all of you so much for reading and reviewing. Anyway enough of the mushiness, time for the next chapter. Enjoy.)

Stiles' P.O.V

"Stiles? Are you okay?"

I was pulled out if my daze and noticed that I had been poking my pizza with a fork. I looked up at my father. "Oh...um yeah" I mumbled and looked back down at my untouched plate. I wasn't hungry.

"Derek was okay...right?" He asked slowly.

I nodded, but then looked up at him. "Why?"

He shook his head then looked down. "You just haven't said a word since you've been home."

I sighed. "Sorry, I'm just thinking I guess" I stated and stood up from the table I grabbed my plate and walked over to the pizza box. I placed my piece back into the box and started over to the sink.

"Stiles? There's definitely something wrong with you, you didn't even touch your pizza" he mumbled and I heard his plate slid on the table.

I placed my plate in the sink and leaned against it. I looked down, not turning towards my dad. "No, Derek's okay...he's healed and he feels a lot better, he just needed rest."

"But there's something else isn't there?"

I turned toward him and leaned against the counter once more. "Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"Is it okay to be scared?" I asked and looked down at my shoes.

I heard him stand up and sigh. "Stiles..."

I looked up at him. "I...I feel like I should be tough and strong for my pack, but I'm not. On the outside I may portray it, but on the inside I'm crying out for help. Sometimes I can't hide those things and the panic takes over. It once again feels like a panic attack. When I thought Derek died and you were pulling me away from his lifeless body...I felt it. My chest felt like it was collapsing, I couldn't breathe...and again when he was screaming at Deaton's. Both of those times I couldn't control my actions and I almost hurt people, the people I love. I just don't want to do that agian."

"It's okay to be afraid son, you can't always be the hero" he mumbled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"That's the thing though...if I don't, my friends...my family they could be harmed" I mumbled.

"You know when to be brave son..."

"But what is that's not enough, being brave. Dad, w- what if I loose you too? I can't loose you too, not like mom. I just-"

"Stiles!" My father yelled and gripped onto both of my shoulders.

I looked up at him, tears trickling lightly down my face.

"Don't ever say that" he murmured and pulled me into a hug. "You're not losing me...and I'm not losing you" he and hugged me tighter.

I wrapped my arms around him and shut my eyes. I needed this moment to calm down, to get my bearings and take in evreything my father had said.

He pulled back and looked at me. "You don't have to go to school tomorrow."

I shook my head. "No. I do, I have to be there for my friends... My pack," I mumbled. He might not understand it, but i needed to be there. Derek wasn't able to be there to make sure they were safe, so I was going to be.

My father nodded and stepped back. "If you ever need to talk, I just want you to know that I'm here for you" he stated and placed a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded and smiled at him. "Thanks dad. I love you" I mumbled.

He smiled back.

I turned and proceeded up to my room. I was still afraid. I couldn't hide my emotions from myself, but I had to hid then from the pack and from Derek. Me being scared would only make the pack worse. I needed to gain control of myself. Run on nothing but pure adrenaline. I forced myself up the stairs, getting ready for the next day.