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Stiles

I wasn't sure I was going to make it. With the entirety of my lower body frozen solid, it was only a matter of time before the rest of me was, too. I could feel the cold creeping through my blood; I could feel it attacking every cell it touched. Even though I hadn't had it long, the fire had changed the structure of my body. Obviously, it would; that was inevitable. It needed to change; otherwise, I would have been burned from the inside out. I had gotten so used to the heat that coursed through my body that I wasn't sure how long I would, or could, last without it now. With every breath I took, my head pounded, and my chest ached; the left side of my face throbbed, blood still dripping from the wounds that our kidnapper had left me.

But, even with all of that, all I could think of was my Pack.

Did they know we were missing yet? Did they have a lead on where to find us? Had this guy done something to them?

Everything inside me dropped into the pit of my stomach. My heart lodged itself in my throat. What if he had gotten to them before taking Emily and me? What if they were bleeding out on the floor, unconscious and barely clinging to life? What if I had lost Derek without being able to apologise to him because, now I thought about it, I overreacted in the worst way?

"-iles? Stiles?!" Emily's voice penetrated through my panicked thoughts.

I tried to turn my head towards her, my back and neck twinging when I couldn't move any further. The back of my head thumped against the metal beam we were tied to.

"Stiles, you need to calm down," Emily said, slowly. "Breathe."

"Bu-But what if– I mean, they can't– He might have–" I whimpered.

"Stiles! Calm down!"

"I don't– I can't– Derek–"

"He's fine, kid. You'd know if anything was wrong."

Would I? Would I be able to tell? Before I came into these strange powers, I would have little gut feelings about Derek after we had started dating. I would be able to guess if he had worked out a little too much; I would know if he was being reckless and trying to face whatever Big Bad we were facing by himself. Then, when I started to train with Emily, those gut feelings got stronger, to the point where I could pinpoint where Derek was and find him in the house without having to call for him or ask any of the Betas.

But now? Now I could hardly feel a thing. Save for the burning cold.

"Hey," Emily called again. "They're fine, Stiles. They're fine, and they'll find us. You know this."

"I want to go home," I whispered after taking a deep breath. "I want Derek and my dad."

After a few seconds of shuffling and rattling of chains, I felt Emily's fingers curl awkwardly around mine. The warmth of her skin made me shiver, my body trying to shift closer to hers.

"I promise you, no matter what, we'll both go home soon, ok?" Emily vowed. "I don't care how, but we will."

I didn't say anything, focusing more on the feel of where our skin touched. But I repeated her words over and over in my head, hoping to keep myself sane.

Peter

It had been just over twenty-four hours since Stiles and Emily had been taken. Derek had only continued to get worse after Scott, Jackson, and Boyd had returned. Waves of unbearable pain crashed into him, keeping him curled on the floor as he roared deep and low. He tore at his chest and face, claws cutting deep welts into his skin faster than they could heal.

We had to tie him down to his bed, borrowing mountain ash-infused chains from Allison and her father.

Sitting next to Derek, I swapped out the now warm facecloth on his forehead with a fresh, cold one. He had passed out not too long after we had restrained him, thankfully, his body convulsing every now and then as sweat poured off of him. Talia hadn't looked like this, hadn't been like this, until the last couple of days before we found Oliver and brought him back. But, as I had told him, the obvious tension before Emily and Stiles' kidnapping must have expedited the process.

"Hush now, nephew," I soothed as a pained whimper was pulled from him in his sleep. "We'll get him back soon."

Sitting on the edge of Derek's bed, I brushed away the hair that had plastered itself to the side of his head. When Talia revealed each pregnancy to me, I had hoped neither Derek nor his sisters would have to deal with the pain of having their Mate separated from them like this. Instead, I had wanted the three of them to live long and happy lives, surrounded by the people they loved.

Someone up there must have it out for our family…

I turned towards Derek's bedroom door when I heard a soft knock. Scott's head poked around the corner, his hair a mess and eyes starting to turn red from staying up all night. Waving the boy in, I didn't move from where I sat. Turning back to Derek as another high-pitched whine left him, I heard the bedroom door shut softly, and gentle footsteps tread across the carpeted floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Scott perch on the end of the chair I had been using to watch Derek; the young Beta reeked of distress, much like the others.

"Allison's called her dad," Scott mumbled. "And I've let Deaton, my mom and Sheriff Stilinski know."

"Good," I nodded. "That–That's good."

"Yeah. The more people we have looking, the better. We, uh… All of us thought it was what Derek would do."

"And you all thought correct."

Derek twitched in his sleep, claws extending and retracting every so often. Picking up a spare cloth from his bedside table, I wiped away the sweat that had started to roll down the side of his head. Derek looked almost as pale as Stiles usually did, his skin taking on a sickly green undertone; already, his cheeks had started to sink in, and dark bags laid heavily under his eyes.

"It's so weird seeing him like this," Scott sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "I've got no idea what to do either. If it was Allison, or Lydia, or Danny… At least my mom taught me the human basics. But werewolves?"

Shaking his head, Scott flopped back in the chair, slumping down.

I could understand the boy completely. But, like with Talia, I didn't know a single way to help. Everything that worked for the humans in our Pack didn't work for werewolves. The illness wasn't the same.

"How's the search going?" I asked, quietly, redirecting the conversation as I placed the cloth down and turned to face the Beta. "Any leads yet?"

"Mr Argent's checking some leads," Scott sighed again. "Deaton's with the Sheriff, trying to stop him from going AWOL, and Mom's keeping an eye on anyone admitted to the ER, just in case."

"And how are you all?"

"We don't know where to start. We've tried spreading out to see if we could pick up that scent again, but we've found nothing. It's like whoever took them just disappeared? They must have a car or van or something…"

"That's not what I asked, Scott."

Lifting his head, Scott frowned and tilted his head. In my head, all I could imagine was Stiles cheekily making a comment about werewolves taking the dog relation a little too literally, the thought bringing a small smile to my face. Instead, it just served to confuse Scott more.

"How are you all coping?" I rephrased. "Something like this is hard on the Pack too, not just the Mates that have been separated. The Pack is connected; you know when something's wrong or off, especially when it's to do with the Alpha or the Alpha's Mate. Let's not forget that Stiles is your best friend and has been for the entirety of your life."

I watched as Scott dropped his head, staring at the floor between his feet; a slight scent of salt reached my nose. Then, reaching out, I placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, gripping firmly.

"It's hard," Scott admitted, voice cracking painfully. "We don't know what to do."

I couldn't think of anything to say to comfort him. How could I, when I didn't know myself?

Stiles

Time no longer held any meaning.

We could have been there for mere hours or days; I didn't know. Pinpricks of ice stabbed at the bottom of my stomach, a tingling slowly beginning to creep up. My head was a jumble of thoughts; I could barely make sense of anything.

How was I supposed to be helpful if I couldn't use my fire or have a coherent thought?

With a sigh, I leaned my head back with a small thud, hardly registering the dull pain. Emily had kept talking to me, not letting me work myself up again. In all honesty, I wasn't sure I could, even if I wanted to. She didn't talk about anything important, just anything that came to mind – from movies she watched or books she read, to different places she had lived or visited. I couldn't register what she was saying, though, only picking up a few words every so often.

I had just managed to pick up on Emily mentioning something about Arizona when the sound of a heavy door was being pulled open.

Spines straightening, Emily and I sat up with muscles tense, a low snarl emitting from the were-fox behind me. Our captor came skipping down the stairs, humming the little song he sang on repeat the day before and carrying with him a tray.

"Hello, my lovely little captives!" he greeted, jumping off the last step. "You're both looking deliciously helpless this morning."

"Go fuck yourself," Emily growled. "With a hot cattle prod."

"Oooo, maybe later, Foxy."

With a sadistic giggle, he placed the tray down on a nearby crate; his chin-length hair was sticking up in every direction possible, and impossibly dark bags encircling his eyes. Emily had already told me he was a wolf, his scent giving off that much at the very least. So, it wasn't much of a leap to guess he was an Omega. He had to be. We hadn't come across a new Pack; we hadn't heard anything about there being a new Pack.

I wasn't sure if him being a wolf made things easier or not.

"Now," he continued, turning his back to us. "I need you both to be good little prisoners and let me do my job, ok?"

"Like hell!" Emily spat.

"I thought that'd be your answer. Good thing I came prepared!"

When he turned to face us again, he waved the large needle he held. Immediately my stomach, what I could feel of it anyway, dropped; my heart lodged in my throat, and my head went dizzy.

"Who's ready to have a little sleepy sleep?" he crooned, taking off the needle's cap.

I blacked out before he took a single step forward.

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