We started by contacting Deaton and telling him that we needed yet another uniform made. He was all too eager to get working, he barely said goodbye before he hung up the phone. Once that was done, me and Derek ran through the motions of figuring out what house were were going to hit and when.

The first one went by without a hitch. We worked perfectly together, almost in sync. We never spoke a word, but somehow we knew just what to do.

When we returned we sat in silence, thinking over what the night had brung.

"Thank you for that," Derek mumbled.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. "You're welcome."

We were whole again, back on the same side, and I was loving it. I felt powerful now, with Derek on my side. I was ready to tackle the world and whatever came with it and that's just what we did. We took on every house with extreme precision and caution, everything going off without a problem.

We we're living on cloud nine.

That's always where it breaks. You lose the control you thought you had and you watch it slip through your fingertips. The false sense of security you held so close to you plummets and you fall with it. First, goes control. Then, hope. And finally you just give up. There's nothing left. It's foolish to live on cloud nine. Even if it's just an overnight stay, something will shatter your world.

I held my bat low to the ground, my eyes scanning the hall through the mask. My footsteps were almost silent in the darkness, drown out by the noises coming from the cages that surrounded us.

Derek steps were in sync with mine, his presence a calming wall behind me.

Everything else was quiet.

Our plan was going by perfectly. We couldn't just let all of these wolves out like i had wanted to because that would just be a death sentence to every one of them. So instead we settled on just trashing the place. It was kind of tedious to just continue smashing things and destroying places. I felt like there was more we could do, but we couldn't just jump into things. We had to think of what was best for me and Derek and the rest of the werewolf community. So for now we walked through the dark hallways of the pound.

Derek pulled me out of my thoughts when he gripped onto my bicep.

I stalled and glanced back at him, eyeing his tense stance.

His eyes scanned the hallway before they found mine. "Stiles we gotta go, somethings wrong."

Right as he said that a sound erupted from the end of the hallway. A low whirring sound grew closer to us. I caught sight of what it was right before Derek pushed me closer to the wall. My back slammed into the concrete, it took me a few seconds to realize what was going on. I watched as the arrow lodged in Derek's stomach and he stumbled back a few feet.

I pushed myself off the wall towards Derek right as he fell, his back hitting the ground hard. I kneeled down next to him and removed my mask, my hands finding the wound in his stomach. The arrow was deep, bleed seeping out of the hole in his skin.

He blew a quick breath from his nose, his face scrunched in pain. "We need to go, now," he mumbled and started pushing his torso up off the ground.

I could hear footsteps growing behind us and the fear started to rise. I gripped onto Derek's sides and started helping him up. Just then I heard the same sound from before rushing towards us. I anticipated the blow, sure it was going to land in my side. I could practically feel the pain in my side already, but as that dissipated the arrow landed on the ground next to Derek's body.

I stared at it. There was no way that these people who had shot a werewolf in complete darkness wasn't able to shoot me as well. It didn't make sense.

I got my answer when the room suddenly lit up, the arrowhead assaulting the room with a blinding white light. I screamed out, my eyes burning from the intense brightness, as my hands gripped onto Derek's side. I could feel his hand find my arm, but I couldn't see anything at all.

I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the black spots from my vision. My eyes searching the room. I could see these black shadows growing closer to me and Derek. They only stopped when they were inches from Derek's body and suddenly he was yanked away from my grip.

"Derek," I yelled, my hands desperately grabbing for him. It was useless, I couldn't make out person from floor and the shadows seemed to be disappearing. I stood to my feet, my lack of vision throwing me off balance. I stumbled forward, my hands finding the walls and running along them. "Derek!"

I could hear my voice echoing off the walls and then silence after that. I still continued forward though, almost tripping over my own feet several times. I screamed his name desperately, stumbling down the hallway after them. Everything seemed to slow, my vision swirling giving me barely any sense of where I was going. My voice was like a broken record, but I called out anyway. My footsteps boomed through the hallway, slow and irregular as I tried to go as fast as I could. I could feel my mask hitting my leg periodically as I ran forward.

I could see something in the distance, growing closer with every step I took. It was double doors, moonlight shining in from the windows. I powered on and slammed full speed into the door with my shoulder.

The door swung open and I halted to a stop. My vision was clearing up allowing me to see that I was in an alleyway. A little ways down I could see a van parked, it's tail lights shining in the darkness.

I sprinted towards it, my vision finally clearing. I was so close, steps away from reaching those back doors before the van sped off, leaving smoke in its wake.

I took off running. The sound of my feet hitting the pavement echoed through my head. Teasing me as the van's engine grew quieter and quieter as it sped away from me. It took a sharp right at the corner, disappearing from my view.

I slowed to a stop. It was hopeless. Running after a vehicle was just idiotic. He was gone, stolen by people who obviously had no problem harming him.

In the distance I could hear sirens growing closer, closing in on me. I could see the flashing red lights reflecting on the brick walls. It was time to go. I had to go home. Gather myself. Then find out who took Derek and where they took him.

I pulled my mask from my belt loop and slid it on before I turned around. I took off, mentally mapping where my car sat and what route to take out of here. Parking in the back of the place was the smartest idea ever. It took no time to get to my car and crank the engine on. In 5 seconds I was pulling onto the back road and dialing my dad at the same time. I counted the seconds between each ring, chewing on my bottom lip and I rounded each curve 20 over the speed limit.

"Stiles what the hell are you doing calling me at 3 o'clock in the goddamn morning?" his voice was clogged with sleep.

"Dad, listen to me. I know you said to not do any more trips and we can discuss how mad you are at me later, but they took Derek," I rambled out.

"Wait, who's they?"

"I don't know. I didn't see them, but please dad I need your help," I murmured, ignoring the red light I had just powered through.

"Okay, meet me here," he stated quickly, before he hung up.

I threw my phone down on the seat and refocused on going 20 over the limit. Attention was the last thing I wanted in that moment, but that didn't seem to matter when Derek's life could be in danger. I made it to my father's house in the next five minutes.

I jumped out and ran inside.

My dad was standing by the table, a map sprawled over the wood. His eyes cut up to me. "Stiles what the hell were you thinking?" He mumbled and looked back down at the map in front of him, where he used a red pen to circle places on the map.

I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends. "I don't know. I don't know what happened. Everything was okay, we were working together and Derek he...he was happy again and how could things turn to shit so quickly...I have to find him dad. I don't...I just can't do this without-" I rambled, my hands wringing together.

My dad looked back up, his hand stilling on the map. "Hey Stiles."

I met his eyes, watching his stern father expression fade to concern.

"We're going to find him...okay?"

I nodded slowly and forced myself to take a deep breath. I had to go about this like an officer. I was looking for a missing person, not someone I would give my life up for. If I went into this full of emotion I would be endangering both myself and Derek.

So I pressed my palms against the table and leaned forward, peering down at the map. "Okay, where do we start?"