I walked into the room, hoping the news my dad told me would lift Derek's spirits a little bit. "Hey Derek?"

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands locked together. He glanced up at me.

"My dad found the men, they're going to pay for what they did," I mumbled slowly, eyeing his reaction.

He nodded before his eyes trailed down to the ground.

I stepped forward, cautious of Derek who was slouched over on the bed in front of me.

Derek rung his hands, his eyes fixated on the floor. He was tense, the muscles in his shoulders never easing.

"Please just tell me what I can do to help. I can't see you like this and not do anything," I pleaded. I crouched down on the ground, my hands finding Derek's and untangling them.

"You can't erase what happened," He mumbled, almost too low for me to hear him.

I gripped tightly onto his hands before I spoke. "Tell me what happened and I will do everything in my power to make this right."

Derek inhaled a deep breath before he spoke, gaining the courage to talk. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

He looked up at me, his eyes finally connecting with mine. He then released my hand and placed it on the side of my neck.

The touched comforted me, but soon it was easy to tell that wasn't his intention. His fingers found the back of my neck just before I felt a sharp pain flare down my spine.

I sucked in a deep breath, my body tensing from the pain. My vision faded, Derek's face morphing into the face of one of the hunters my father had took in. I was seeing what had happened through the eyes of Derek. Soon my vision became crystal clear, the ugly faces of the three men flashing briefly before I was forced to the floor.

I landed roughly, my knees slamming against the ground. I could feel every inch of pain that Derek had felt.

One of the men pushed a bowl towards me with his foot. It slid to a stop right in front of my hands. "Eat it dog," the man grumbled above me.

It took me a few moments to figure out exactly what was in the bowl. It was a mountain of dog food, with purple petals sprinkled in between the chunks.

One of the men gripped onto my collar and yanked my head upwards. He pulled his fist back and it collided with the side of my face.

Pain flared up my face, igniting my nerves as I fell back down onto my hands.

"I said eat it."

A few seconds of hesitation later I was forced to the ground, my cheek digging into the concrete. My arm was forced behind me, roughly.

In one swift movement, the man gripped onto my arm and jerked it to the side.

I heard a loud snap just before pain erupted from my arm. I could feel all the pain, I could hear Derek's scream of pain echoing throughout the room.

The men then lifted me off the ground and forced me through a back room hidden in the warehouse. They pushed me to the floor and forced my head to the ground.

I could feel the men surround me, I could feel them pinning me down, I could feel them press against me. I could tell Derek was struggling, his limbs flexing and trying desperately to pull himself out of this situation. I could feel the men ripping off Derek's clothes. I could feel the pain, the guilt, the disgust that Derek felt. I could also feel the moment Derek gave up, his body going limp as he stared at the wall. He had lost hope, he had lost himself, and these men were taking advantage of him.

I felt every feeling of guilt he felt just before my vision darkened. I opened my eyes. I was face to face with Derek. I could see his facade falling right before my eyes. His cheeks turned red, his eyes glossing over before he backed away from me. His eyes dropped as he pulled his knees up to his chest.

I tried to hold in the tears, I tried so hard, but I couldn't help the complete helplessness I felt in that moment. I sat on the bed in front of him, my hand finding his cheek.

"I'm so sorry Stiles," he whimpered, his body curling further in on itself.

"Hey none of this is your fault," I whispered and lifted his head to look at me.

His eyes connected with mine for a brief second.

I could see the tears escaping from his eyes, I could see the hopeless look that was written all over his face. "You're safe now, okay?" I stated and wiped the tears from his cheek with my thumb.

He dropped his head, his body trembling.

I pulled him into my chest, wrapping my arms protectively around him. I tucked his head under my chin and held him there. I could feel his body shaking and I could hear the little intakes of breath. He was crying and I couldn't do anything to stop it, except hold him there in that moment and never let go.

Derek wasn't going to get hurt anymore. I was done jeopardizing his life and mine for this cause. He was hurting, in so many different ways. He'd lost all his family and all of himself in a brief period of time. My main goal was to get him well again and keep him happy. Someone else was going to have to pick up this cause. I was done being The Black Wolf, I was done being a pawn for this revolution because I was destroying my own board in the process.

We had to leave.

So on the way out of town I made a pit stop at Deaton's. I had to get rid of the items that were holding me down.

Derek was lying in the back seat, tucked in with a blanket that he held close to his body.

I grabbed the bag next to me and hopped out the car. When I made it into the office I plopped the bag down on one of the tables.

Deaton didn't move from where he was at the counter. "Stiles, just the person I wanted to see," he stated and turned toward me. "I was able to gather up a few of my...colleges to guarantee your safety during your runs, you should-"

"No" I interrupted him and pushed the bag toward him.

"No?"

All the feelings seemed to rush into me at once. The need to protect Derek boring into me like a freight train. "I...I can't do it anymore. I can't...not after what happened to Derek. I...I just can't," I rambled, my hand running through my hair nervously.

Deaton stepped forward and placed his hand on top of the bag. "You have finally opened their eyes to what is actually going on in this society and you're going to give up now? Derek's okay now so what don't you help the ones that are not."

"Okay? Derek was raped...is that what you call okay?" I snapped, unable to stop the words before they flew from my mouth.

He froze, his body stilled as he stared at me blankly. "What?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Yeah right after they broke his arm, beat him up, rubbed him down with wolfsbane, and force fed him dog food. He barely eats, and his sleep is filled with nightmares. I can't even touch his shoulder without him flinching away from me. So yeah we're just peachy," I spouted. I gripped tightly onto the bag that sat between as I leaned closer to him. "Find someone else to be your Black Wolf," I enunciated before I released the bag and walked out.

Derek was right where I left him, curled up peacefully. I needed to find somewhere that he could find that same peace while he was awake.

In that moment the only thing I wanted to do was get Derek as far away from Beacon Hills as possible. So that's what I did.