SHOULD NOT BE TOLD: A TEEN WOLF'S FORBIDDEN STORY

by theblacksheepwriter

Everything has changed since Stiles and Allison left, now that they are back they will have to fight to stay alive in their place they used to call home, while they try to figure out how their feelings for the misterious Scott and Derek and how they are related with the strange things that have been happening in the town

15. Chapter 15

XV

WARCRY

The sun hits her in the eyes and she squints, through a thick a fog that clouds her mind she can see them, she can hear them but not well there is a blow, a whistle in her ears making her want to screen, it is all what she gets now… no sense, the world is upside down and she is fighting to stay on foot while the emptiness of an open and dark sky threatens to swallow her whole just as it did with her life.

She can see Derek Hale, the man who should have been dying somewhere inside a weird man's house, the same who murdered his mom standing next to her dad, the man who feed her with lies and rose her faceless both staring to a third, Stiles. Her friend is there with his eyes lost in the lake she can almost see the engages turning inside him, he is the boy who makes the spark burst inside her, the one with who she has an odd connection that everyday seems for rare to her, he is the boy who saves murderers and casts binds and holds…

He holds Scott who eyes are on the floor, on the snow the red stained ice, drenched with blood, his blood and Stiles' he stares at it and don't moves, he is shock his body doesn't even shake though the air is brisk and his body is naked, long lines of fog rise from his shoulders, from his face and she can see the hand with which Stiles holds him, burning red by the heat of his body because Scott is no a normal boy, he is twisted demon brought from the darkest nightmares that haunted her once. He is the most dangerous thing a girl could in the world, a fanged beast with a beautiful smile. And she fell for his game, and for his dad's game and Stile's all the people she once believed and trusted weren't real anymore, now she only can see this slender dark shapes looking into each other's eyes, exchanging unintelligible information, plotting about something without worrying that all of them lied, lied and pretended to be someone else in front of her.

Just steps from her is a crumbled body, what remains of a mother, she is now just a human, Allison could hear the exact moment when her heart broke, it was in the exact time when her eyes swept over the naked body of the boy she used to love… Love how funny world, the thought of it makes her feel weird it has an odd spelling and it is supposed to be greatest feeling in the world and from which all the others are reign, and she loved that boy, no, now she knows she never did, because she doesn't know what love is, because she never has felt love in her life, at least not from her dad not from Stiles and definitely not from Scott.

He was the thing now she knows, he was the thing she saw in the woods in that rave party months ago, he was the beast that hunt her and Stiles that distant and scary night, and chased her in her dreams and nightmares, he is the creature who took her here today and threw her inside that cave as a feral animal in a cage –how ironic- He is the monster and he is the body, is it possible to crave for something? And be afraid of it at the same time? It doesn't make sense but there is only one place where she would like to be right now and it is at the same time the thing that frightens her the most.

She failed her shot, and she is alive but he was going to kill her, he was going to kill her as the way he killed those boys, no… Stiles just said it is a misunderstanding, he just said it was a mistake, but it is impossible there can't be any more surprises awaiting for her, she feels like she just shipwrecked that nothing can get worse but it keeps doing it and she keeps falling all this journey is taking her to a place where is no turning back.

Scott rises his head and she can see his eyes, amber glowing inside the shadow casted from his own head back to the sky, and Stiles' slender shape that holds him while he talks with the murderer and the liar, there is a gleam inside the boy-monster eyes that she doesn't understand far beyond from his shining eyes there are some tears about to slide down his cheeks and then he parts his lips and a raspy voice comes out of his mouth.

"Mom" He says hoarsely, half of his naked body is sunk in the snow yet Allison can see the shame on his eyes while he speaks to his mother.

It happens so fast that Allison doesn't have a chance to react, he reaches a hand toward the woman though Stiles at him are too far from them and heap of flesh and clothes jerks up and a guttural screech comes out of her mouth, it is high pitched and accompanied by an agitated breathing.

Scott's mom stands and her son struggles to break free from Stiles' grasp, the boy-monster jerks his head up and his eyes meets Allison's then everything comes down.

Scott's mother turns her back and starts running away.

"Mom!" Scott cries with a broken voice.

"Stay away from me!" The woman shrieks before disappearing.

It isn't until Allison hears Scott and her father's voice calling at her name that she realizes that she running that she is escaping away from her dad lies and Stiles theories, from Derek's healthy body and Scott's glowing eyes, and of course from herself away as she can from the person she doesn't recognize anymore and from who she can't escape.

….

His mind is cloudy, the words of Mrs. M got him in a trance, everything went suddenly silent and now all the memories start coming back to his brain…he… is alive, he isn't dead he isn't dead, he was going to tough but he didn't, his mouth is slightly open his lower lip trembling, he was willing to die to give everything for Scott, for the town to change the fate of everybody in there, he can't actually believe he gave up so easily and now he is startled, stunned, lost in his memories.

The kick in his stomach, that painful strike that expelled him backwards and cracked the back of his head, there is no pain no blood, Scott licked it away, now he is fine he isn't even cold, his clothes are still drenched but he is warm as if he just bathed in hot water… it was Scott he protected him with his body, kept him warm and took care of his wounds, he was being a hero even when he was in the shape of a monster he was doing all his best to save him… Scott wasn't he never was, he took his mom and Allison here…. That place in front of them, that hidden cave…

He was… He was trying to hide them from… from someone else… the real enemy. Now the last hours and months start coming to his mind backwards as a movie in rewind, he never hurt Stiles, he never tried…. He was…

"Scott" Stiles mutters startled.

His friend gets out of his grasp.

Stiles hurries to take out of his hoodie and t-shirt to cover Scott's nakedness, he can't believe he actually turned into a whole wolf, it was amazing he conquered the inner wolf, he won the battle inside himself.

"My mom" Scott snivels.

Stiles can see the tears in his eyes, it is heartbreaking Mrs. M's words, how she said them, how she meant them, how can a mother say those words to her own son?

"Scott" He says breathless finishing to put on the shirt on his stunned best friend "Listen to me buddy, listen to me"

Scott's eyes are fixed on the same spot where his mom was just minutes ago with… Allison… Allison saw them she saw everything and left, what those that mean? Oh god! This is not okay this is not okay, she doesn't understand what is going on, but there is no time, he can't think right now about Scott's mom or Allison, they ran out of time, the full moon is two hours away and someone… a boy…. Already died.

"Scott" He tries again holding him, his extremely hot body burning Stiles when he touches him, it is overwhelming and somehow pleasant now that his chest is bare against the chilling air.

"Listen, do you remember something anything about the deaths?"

"What do you mean?" Derek says suddenly

Stiles almost jumps on his feet after hearing Derek's voice, he almost forget he is there with them, when he shall be at Deaton's healing.

"He brought his mom and Allison here to hide them, to protect them from someone else, deep inside he always knew, he always knew who was doing this but only his wolf side was aware of the truth" Stiles explains.

"Is that truth?" Derek demands.

Scott nods.

"What do you remember?" Allison's father demands angrily, he looks as shocked as the rest of them.

"Blood" Scott says hoarsely "Blood and screams, laughs and monsters, shaggy monsters"

"The night… the first boy died…" Derek says thoughtful "You were with me"

"I don't remember" Scott replies listless.

"I do remember" Stiles agree "It was in the rave, you were with Isaac and Derek"

"This doesn't make any sense" Chris Argent says angrily.

Stiles can hear his hand grip on his gun, god he hates this guy!

"A boy died that night, but…" Derek starts.

"The police said that he was dead before the party started" Stiles mumbles getting everything now "But before the party Scott was at home, I saw him at home"

"So indeed was someone else?" Chris asks reluctantly.

"Vernon" Derek says to himself gaping, "Vernon… he was… he wasn't with us that night"

Oh shit!

"It was them! It was always them!" Stiles says taken aback.

Derek steps back and opens his mouth, a furious growl escapes from his mouth making Stiles shiver, his eyes are glowing an electric blue and there is an scary grimace in his face… he is a monster… he is a wild beast… he needs to get out of there… to get away from those people… but he can't, he can't do that.

"Take him home" Derek orders angrily, "Getting him some clothes and tie him"

Stiles nods openmouthed.

"Use a silver chain" Chris Argent advises Stiles while the boy starts hauling Scott's arm around his neck. "Make sure he doesn't escape, tonight is full moon and if I run into him… I don't care if he didn't kill anyone I'm gonna slid a knife through his chest and end with all this madness"

Stiles swallows hard and quickly starts pacing away from them, god Scott is so heavy! And Stiles is so dizzy and tired he's not going to be able to…

They fell.

Before Stile's forehead hits the snow, someone grabs him by the collar of his shirt.

"I'll take him home" Offers hauling Scott's exhausted body over his shoulder and disappearing from Stiles' sight in seconds.

"I thought it was you" Chris Argent says with a deep voice. "I thought that maybe it was you who were behind the murders"

Stiles stops short.

"There is something I don't like about you kid" The man grunts "You better stay out of trouble"

When Stiles turns the man is already gone.

….

Her legs ache, she has been running for forty minutes or so, her face is damp with sweat and tears and her surroundings keep changing randomly, this doesn't make any sense, since yesterday something an uncertainty has been growing in her chest, she's not sure where she is anymore, she can't put words on it but the forest isn't the same it has been enlarging and changing the last months, she has been noticing it for a while but she can't deny it anymore something is different about this place, she was used to come here, she knows the woods as her own hand but now… she is lost, lost in the place of her childhood as same as she is a person.

The hair, the muzzle… she saw the monster turn into a human, her mind stopped working since that instant that brief second when it passed from being a feral animal licking the wounds from a fainted Stiles to become a teen age boy, her own son.

The thought of Scott makes her heart to shudder, she stumbles with a massive root, she tries to stay standing but she is so exhausted, she hasn't sleep in a while and now her body won't respond to her, she falls to the cold snowy ground and gasps a handful of snow comes into her mouth and she starts rolling down the steep soil, the world spinning in flashes of the sky and ice, her eyes sways from them until everything vanishes and now she is falling over memories, painful ones.

Her son, all what she can think now is her son, her beautiful baby who now is a grown man with his olive skin and his amber eyes, his charming smile and his heartbreaking feelings that melt all the girls and makes her feel proud of him, that same boy the biggest thing in her life, isn't a toddler anymore, who is he? What happened to him?

Who did she saw by the cave? It was a wild but naïve creature that whimpered with its eyes on her, in awe and astonishment while her bullets dug in his head turning the world crimson and wet, the thick liquid that spilled from the wounds as they instantly started healing, would the wounds in his heart heal sometime?

She said it, she said, she screamed it, she told him to stay him when he tried to reach, her mind betrayed her the fear was stronger and made her deny her motherhood and authority over the boy that once rested on her lap in long darks night of winter crying over imaginaries monsters that haunted his dream and won't let peacefully sleep anyone in the block.

And she failed, and she lied and she became a monster, she promised to love him no matter what, she was committed to take care of him and stay by his side until the moment of her last breath as any other mother would do but she just quit her job the only one that any woman can never left, she renounced to it the moment she aimed her gun against her own son's muzzle? She is a monster, she is a terrible mother and she is done.

She can feel the cold asphalt in her forehead, she is in the town, though her eyes are closed she can almost see the cars stopping and hear the people's screams watching her body crumpled in the middle of the street, a fallen officer covered in snow, dirt and the creature she has been so desperately looking's blood, her son's.

A warm hand gently places its fingers on her wrist probably looking for her pulse, she doesn't know how she got to the town and how many time has passed since the instant she fell, she is still lost in her memories and her throat is so dry she can't dare to part her lips to tell the nice person who found her that is fine, that would lie… she is not fine she hasn't been fine for a while at the last hour just proved it to her.

With the poor strength she has left manages to slightly open her eyes, not enough for her rescuer to notice that she is conscious but enough to see a blurry face in front of her clouded by a grey mist, as colorless as the world itself and the cries of horror of the people among them, she can't tell what they are saying but in her mind she imagines their voices disowning her existence for what she has done, for the words of that she said…for… the bullets that she shot and they are right.

Her belly jumps while her body is hauled by strong hands as her back and the rest of her body miss the cold touch of the frozen asphalt, she is being taken somewhere a place where she can rest she hopes, where she can lay and wake up in a world where no one this ever happened.

….

Damn it! This have been one of the most hard and good days in his life, his hike had taken fifty minutes now but finally he is out of the woods, he wished he could have distorted the binding in the woods again to come out sooner but he so sore and hurtful he was afraid his body wouldn't be able to resist, he is done with suicidal attempts it is more than enough to actually have tried in the same place where just months ago everyone though he actually did try it.

Walking toward the mill outside the west side of the wood is complicated, the zone is steeper than usual and his legs hurt so much he is afraid they might fail him anything making him fall, he is that if he falls he won't be able to stand for a while and the less he needs now is be found half naked and unconscious in the middle of the woods, no, he needs to save strength to escape in case Erica and Vernon are out here somewhere watching him, preparing for attack if they have been set up traps for Scott all this time they wouldn't doubt to use him or anyone close to Scott as targets for their plan, it makes sense now, it explains why Scott kidnapped his mom and Allison, he pretended to hide them because he knew they might go after them, whatever lives inside Scott call it subconscious or instincts is pretty smart.

Finally he gets a glimpse of his jeep, he thought that by this moment he might have ran into Erica or Vernon and his life would be in danger yet he is not afraid, he probably lost the ability of being surprised again to not mention to feel fear for dying, no he lost his fear for death the moment he understood which were his priorities and that probably the lives of thousands of people depended of his own even if that meant to break his dad's heart forever, but he doesn't want to think about it for now he is too tired and concerned about Scott to even think about his possibly eminent death in hands of one of his best friends, again, damn this town is really sick, he can't actually believe he was happy to come back just months ago.

Finally reaches his jeep and climbs up, amazingly the keys are still on his pockets and Erica didn't do anything to his car, great! At least she didn't try to fuck him as much as they had already.

Tugs his keys out of his pockets and… oh god no! His phone, his phone is heavy in drenched, there are water drops falling from all its orifices, oh another phone dead by that damn cliff oh his dad is going to freak out! HIS DAD! Shit! He must be freaking out by now oh fuck he is so much trouble, if one of his friends doesn't kill him tonight his dad will definitely do.

He turns on the engine resigned, everything is so wrong! Well at least the heater works or else he might die of coldness in his own car that would have been definitely worse than dying on Scott or Allison's hands, the world is opening he can feel it, it is expanding and morphing becoming a mass of uneasiness he can actually feel its feelings it is screaming, crying as the only way it can, through the wind, what might be saying the creatures in the wind right now? The air is agitated and brisk it's like a horizontal rain of knives, it is good to be inside his car right now the voices are signing a song of death that is about to come to the town, he can feel it in his bones.

Now that he is in his neighborhood there are certain things that hadn't change since he left a couple of hours ago, everyone is in the same spot where they were standing while the police did their research inside Scott's house, all the neighbors are still gathered behind the barricade line gossiping about it, thought the police is gone, how? Why they left? Well Scott attacked Allison's house too so… what might the police be thinking right now about what is going on in the town? What they guess about it?

When he stops the car in his garage and climbs down he can hear the talk of two ladies just steps away from him.

"No in Maddison near the power station" The short and fat lady says to the slender one.

"Power Station?" Replies the other one in shock. "How did she ended up in the power station?"

"Not inside" Fat lady corrects her "She was in the street, covered by snow and leaves the people said they saw her rolling down the hill"

Slender lady muffles a whimper with her hand "How awful" Says putting her other hand in her chest "Is she alright?"

"She is uncurious, they took her to the hospital"

"And her son?" Asks the thin.

"No one has seen him, they looked for him at school and he wasn't there and…." Fat lady stops, and her eyes and Stiles' meet, "You!" She says almost accusingly looking at him.

Her scream of excitement makes the rest of the neighbors at crane their necks toward him gaping.

"What do you know?" The fat woman hurried to interrogate him as she pushed her friend aside to approach Stiles as fast as her piggy legs lets her.

Stiles shakes his head, they are repulsive they are enjoining the whole thing as if it is Hollywood's new blockbuster, Stiles turns on his heels he hears the people's whispers about why he is shirtless, he hugs his bare chest to protect himself from the cold air and strides toward his house.

"Hey! Wait!" Some voices call him from his back.

"Tell me! Have you seen them? Do you know what happened?" Fat lady's groggy voice demanded at his back.

Stiles opens the front door and slams it shut behind him taking a deep breath to try to calm his nerves.

"Finally" Derek says sharply in front of him.

….

The light stings her eyes and she grimaces before fluttering them open, she is laying over a comfortable surface and surrounded by an overwhelming whiteness, she feels like floating on clouds and for a brief second she is someone else and doesn't remember anything.

"She is awake" An unfamiliar voice says.

Melissa presses her eyes together and tries to stand, the ceiling darkens suddenly by a large and bold shape. "You are fine" Says the voice of a man with warmness on his voice.

"Where… where am I?" She asks to the man and looks around, everything is so white, so clean….where?

"You are in the hospital" The man explains.

She recognizes that voice. "Sheriff" She breathless making a big effort to sit, her chest aches and there is something attached to her arm stinging it.

Hospital?

"What… what happened?" Melissa says with a raspy voice, her throat is sore and raw as if she has been screaming for hours… but why?

She jolts on her bed and looks at the man straight in the eye… Scott…her Scott… her son… her…

"I was going to ask you the same" The Sheriff replies with a grin that makes her mustache to trickle "Don't push yourself" Advises.

"I…I..." Melissa starts, the pain starts coming back to her mind, the darkness of the hidden cave before the lake inside the forest. The cold water drops against her forehead, longshot's daughter fainted next to her, and Stiles, Stiles lying on the red stained blood with a large beast…licking up his…

Her heart skips a beat, Scott!

Melissa suddenly looks up and her eyes and the sheriff's meet, she feels anxious and stressful her heart races and she can hear it in the bipping monitor next to her bed, the sheriff will know, the sheriff will know if she doesn't… calm… down.

"What happened" The Sheriff asks.

Melissa snorts in her insides, what happened? Lots of things happened, first of all she discovered that her son was somehow related to the murders that have been happening in the town the last months, the same cases that him ordered to close, or maybe he wants to know about how she found the blood in her home and was kidnaped and thrown inside a cave, or maybe he is asking about her son who was a monster one second and then a boy the next one.

Melissa closes her eyes and fights her tears back, he will know he will know, Oh god her heart! Her heart is out of control, she can feel the sheriff's eyes on her, drilling in her thoughts trying to get an answer, he wants to know, that is what he asking for he wants to find out the reason she shot her own baby… her own son and how… how he managed to heal.

"I… can't remember" She lies lamely, not daring to look at the man in the eye, suddenly she realizes they are alone in that room.

"You don't remember the attack?" The sheriff wanders.

There is something is his tune, she can feel it, he knows she shot Scott he knows she is a terrible mother, she will be put in jail, and they will know her son is a murderer that he…

No, a memory comes to her mind a cloudy and distant memory about Stiles telling something, she can't put the words straight in her head, but she can recall the meaning of the message, he said Scott was good, he said her son was alright, but why then? Why her son is a monster? That… no… it have to be the drugs… maybe she hit her head and everything is just part of a bad dream, it have to be it have to be a misunderstanding, how can a boy shape-shift? It doesn't make any sense, yes it have to be it, it is just that, no… no she saw it she felt it, she knows she is right she will never forget the big amber eyes staring at her in awe in fear, heartbroken because of what she has done!

"I was attacked" She affirms, pushing away the memories of her house's stairs covered in blood.

"Do you know who attacked you?" The sheriff says arching a brow.

There is a patronizing grin on his face, that same he wore every time she tried to explain her theories at him and he pretended he was listening just to tell her later that the cases were closed.

He wants a direct answer and now she have to tell him that there are estrange creatures in the town, furred beast that can take shape of children and some others that took the shape of loving mothers to then fire bullets to defenseless boys right in their heads, she most tell him she have to go to jail for what she has done!

"It was a rabid dog" She lies and a pang of guilt stabs her in the chest.

"A rabid dog?" The sheriff frowns.

Oh god! Why he doesn't buy it? He bought it once, when the second boy died on Halloween.

"Are you sure Agent McCall?"

She nods.

"There was blood in your home" He points out.

"I… I shot it" She replies shakily. The words shot and it makes something squirm inside her, somehow she is telling the truth, somehow she is lying but she has to protect her sel... Son. She is a monster, a wounded beast that doesn't know how to take decisions, she doesn't know who she is anymore she is lost and terrified and this man can't know it.

"Did it die?"

She shakes her head and then stops, which is the right answer? "I… I don't know it ran after me…and I…" She hesitates. "I got out of my house..." Pretends to trying to reach a fussy memory and memory she knows isn't real at all.

"I ran and it followed me"

"To the forest" The sheriff suggests.

She nods.

"I ran into the woods and it ran after me, it was wounded so I hid for a while and when I thought I was safe it came back I ran it came after me and I threw it into the lake"

"It's dead then" The sheriff smiles, his eyes fixed on Melissa.

She doesn't dare to look back into them, but there is something uneasy, scary… she feels like a criminal trapped in the interrogation room.

"I guess" She lies.

"Where is your son?" He asks sternly.

Her heart skips a beat, where is her son? That is a good question. The last time she saw Scott he was naked kneeling on the snow looking at her as shocked as the way she looked back at him, she was recovering from the wounds she inflicted in his forehead, he should be dead but he wasn't now the question is… would it be better if he was death? Something bitter cold stabs her in her chest and she has to do her beast to not let her breathing get out of control, she can't she must be strong, she is an officer and she is a mother there isn't human being more strong than a single mother who also is an officer.

"He… I… I left him at school" Melissa says straightening her voice with every word.

"Are you sure?" He asks and their eyes meet.

She feels a pang in the stomach. He knows! He have to know or else…

"I'm sure, I left him in school" She affirms with stark look, he's making her doubt, she knows his game she can't let him get into her mind, and she can't.

"We came looking for him after your neighbors called" The sheriff starts without changing his tone. "He wasn't there"

Oh god! "What?" She says scandalized "he bailed school?"

"Calm down McCall" He orders sternly "You have nothing to worry about, kids at his age do this kind of stuffs all the time" He assures "I'm sure he will come here to visit you anytime, then you can ground him"

Yeah right she thinks sarcastically.

The sheriff stands and Melissa lets come out of her lungs the gulp of air she didn't know she was holding.

"I'm glad you are okay" The sheriff says standing before the door, his hand on the handle "You better get some rest, it have been a long day for all of us and the night is just about to fall" Finishes and slowly closes the door behind him.

His voice echoes inside her head, his last words… something is about to happen, and it is related to her Scott.

….

"What do you mean with finally?" Stiles says irate.

Derek glares at him.

"I had to walk the whole way down from the woods I can't move as fast as you"

"I don't have time for this" Derek grunts passing by Stiles and looking through window.

Scott is standing before him all dirty and wearing Stiles' shirt and red hoodie, his head is down his eyes empty staring into the darkness of his friend's foyer.

"How you managed to get him in here?" Stiles asks a little surprise but too much.

"I'm fast" Derek replies without looking at him. The wolf scoots back quickly faces him.

"Do you have a plan?" The boy asks a hesitating before reaching Scott.

Derek nods "I'm gonna kill them"

Stiles isn't shocked he knows how moody Derek is but the way the words come out of his tight pressed mouth makes him realize of how cold hearted he is sometimes, enough to kill his own friends without a doubt, it overwhelms Stiles and scares him a bit, Scott is lucky they are both lucky that Derek hadn't decide to kill them. At least not yet.

"Isaac hadn't see them, they split after Argent came after them" The wolf says thoughtful.

"Isaac is on our side?" Stiles asks with some relief in his voice, he thought Isaac maybe was part of the plot. "I don't get it, why they did all this?"

"Because of me" Derek says and then starts moving fast from every corner.

Stiles has to do a big effort to keep his pace, he must do it though he doesn't want to leave Zombie-Scott alone but they need to be ready Erica and Vernon may be anywhere stalking them from the shadows.

"Wolves are greedy, they fancy the power as much as humans do, I think they did all this to get after me, I didn't listen to them when they told me we were running out of time" Explains while he squints through the kitchen's filthy windows.

God Stiles needs to clean up the house, it is a total mess!

"It is true you know? The wolves, they will be here soon" Stiles points out. What are they going to do without Erica and Vernon? They need them if Derek's plan have a chance to really work.

Before he has time to react Derek is over him, his blue eyes glowing in the scarce sunrays that filter inside the room, night is already here. "What do you know?" The bold werewolf asks staring straight at him, his sight coming through Stiles as if he has a mind control skill that keeps Stiles standing still and sweating while he waits for the beast-guy to chop his throat with his teeth if he doesn't give him an answer.

"I…I" He starts fighting to break the eye contact and steady his heartbeat. "Deaton said they might be here in weeks or a couple of months"

"What else did he tell you?" Derek demands.

Um nothing just all the truth about you, yeah all the things you can't know and actually told me that the only way it can have a happy ending is that I must die as soon as possible because apparently I'm an storm and wherever a I land everyone dies around me, you know normal weird stuffs

"Nothing" Stiles says hastily, what if Derek can read thoughts? God! He must be more careful about what he thinks when the werewolf is around him, but geez! It is hard, he is too intimidating right now Stiles can't stop feeling nervous around him right now, he looks more a like a dog than ever and Stiles is afraid of suggesting it.

Derek throws a last glance straight to Stiles' eyes, is he checking if he is lying? Stiles slowly scoots back and licks his lips, his throat is dry and raspy when was the last time he sat and had a glass of water was?

"I have to go" Derek announces

"Wait!" Stiles stops him "What I do with him?" Says in a mutter pointing at Scott's with his thumb.

"He full shifted, he has the control now you don't have to worry about him anymore" Derek says with some proud in his voice. "Just convince him to get some rest, he needs it, Isaac and I will handle this"

"Are you sure you guys can beat them?" Stiles says thoughtful.

"What are you trying to say?" The wolf grunts.

"Nothing it is just that you just got your ass kicked and…"

Derek makes a scary noise with his throat and Stiles steps back.

"Just make sure he doesn't go anywhere, call me if they come here"

"Yeah I won't forget to call you when they are tearing my limbs apart" Stiles snorts.

Derek glares at him as he passes by, when the boy turns on his heels there is no sigh of the wolf despite from the curtains that fly on his wake.

Stiles slowly walks into the foyer, Scott is still in there staring at the nothingness with his head down and half-naked. It wasn't you Scotty, it wasn't you Stiles thinks feeling his heart aching for his friend, the boy with the big smile and nice words for everybody is now standing there sinking in the darkness in the loneliness and silence thinking of himself as a monster when the real ones are out there somewhere running free plotting to get them all killed and Stiles can't do anything about it, just take care of his best friend like when they were kids and hope Derek finds them before it is too late.

….

A lonely and soft draft dishevels some strands of her hair, and she tousles them back on their position absently while she stares at her home's facade, it looks like snatched out from a horror movie, the front door is covered by yellow police tape with the words keep out written all over. Up in the second floor is a gap an enormous hole the size of a wrecking ball or a wildling werewolf.

Allison squints, the sun is officially down and now she can't get a clear vision of her bedroom from outside, everything is dark inside the house, the police was here but they left for some reason, their neighbor's houses seem empty too have they been evacuated? What about her and her dad? Are they looking for them? Does someone think they are in danger? Do anybody care? This is it, she just had too much, she can't handle it anymore.

The hair, all that furry coat that hid the boy inside a monster, it almost sounds like a fairy tale, the beautiful and noble young man stuck inside a hood of hair, with fangs and claws ripped apart the heart of the girl who promised endless love once.

From Allison point of view everything is just screwed she doesn't even know why she is so upset, it actually makes sense everything was a lie every person she once trusted hid things from her, betrayed her and made her realize that she is alone and that she will always suffer as long as they are out there running free, murdering people, telling lies and having secrets, they are all the same, monsters.

The way she sees it now there are three kind of monsters, the one who kidnaps your whole life that makes you believe that cares about you, that gives you everything you could possible need to later understand that none of it was actually real. Then is the second one the monster of the company the person with who you share more things than you think possible and without words seems to understand you better than anyone else, that is the monster that keeps secrets and furtively tries to find all yours. Then is the last monster an actual beast with paws and red eyes that glow in the darkness, that one that haunts you in your nightmares and kiss you in the mornings, that says that loves you but craves for the taste of your blood, there are only monsters in her life she is surrounded and unarmed against them and tonight is full moon.

The air is getting colder in matter of seconds and she yearns for her bed and a hot bath but there is no time for that, everything is over there is no doubt on her chest. She takes off the police tape from the front door and opens it, it screeches while she slowly pushes it the house is dark and disturbingly calm, she should be terrified she was attacked inside that same place just hours ago but she is not afraid she is fatigued, she fights her tears back and climbs the stairs.

She doesn't head to her room, instead she goes to her dad's room, he is a demon hunter's after all a binder she is not stupid he abnegated to his task, whatever his motto is, he can't just have their home unprotected, he must have thought that soon or later Derek or any other werewolf could came after them, there must be guns somewhere in here she just need to think as her dad and look for them.

She opens her dad's room door, as the rest of the house is poorly lit by the twilight that comes in through the windows, everything is right where she left it just hours ago before she was attacked by… Scott? Was it Scott? She is too confused the monster in her room was a wildling she learned about them in the binding book and the thing next to Stiles by the lake was a Fourer so or else Scott was a wildling who magically achieved the Fourer state or someone else kidnapped her, but then there is this thing Stiles said before she left, he said that it wasn't Scott that it was all a trap… A shiver runs down her spine, what does he means with a trap? Who is behind the murderers? Is it Scott? Derek? Stiles? The other wolves from the videos she saw? How many werewolves really are out there in the town?

Allison shakes her head and approaches her dad's bed, the first idea she has is to look below his pillow, if he is really prepared to fight demons any time he must have a gun as close to him as possible, or at least that is what she would do, unfortunately she isn't right, when she takes the pillow off the bed she finds nothing over the mattress.

Smart guy she thinks scratching her nose, where else? Think Allison, think. She gets to the dresser and starts taking the clothes out tossing all his dad's suits, shirts and pants over the bed, she would have go to the secret room but she has no time, her dad will be here anytime and she needs to be ready to go. When the closet is empty she starts trying the wood slats with her knuckles hoping to find an echo that reveal a secret compartment.

Nothing! Shit!

She turns around and looks by the window, damn it! Her dad will be here soon she needs to find the guns before it is too late. Maybe the fake wall in the basement… She turns on his heels and darts toward the door, it is so dark now she doesn't see the bed's leg and stumbles with it, she feels to the floor and hits the wooden floor with her head.

"Damn it" She says furious holding her throbbing head as she stands and then gets a slight note of emptiness just below her, no below her but the bed.

Allison quickly gets up and runs to the other side of the bed pushing it back to get a glimpse of the floor below, she has to do a big effort to move the mahogany bed. When she is done stares at the dusty slabs of the floor, covers her mouth with one hand while she kneels and starts trying them with the other, it doesn't take her much time before she gets the fake plank.

She removes it, inside a rectangular space is a large suitcase, she takes the handle and pulls off, god it is pretty heavy! She grips it with both hands and shoves it over the bed, she opens it and as she expected it is a weapon's case, though it is almost empty, over the black velvet are some daggers, silver knuckles two handguns and two bright things that look like disarmed bows and reaper's scythe, Allison takes them each in one hand and extend them with a flick of her arms. She attaches them to her back, takes the daggers and hides them in her jacket's pockets them she grabs the guns and hides them inside her pants and fasten the silver knuckles to her hands. She slowly paces to the mirror at the other side of the room. It is dark but the silver accessories she is wearing now have their own white glow that cast pales lights over her, she shines in the darkness with a celestial icy-like fog that surrounds her from top to bottom.

She runs to her room, it looks worse than she expected, luckily the police didn't take her car's keys that still are in the nightstand she bends to find them and the gleaming coming from below the bed calls her attention, at first she thinks it is the shattered glass that bathed her when the wildling attacked but a closer look reveals that it actually is her quiver, still full of arrows, Allison kneels and carefully takes it puts it on her back and turns on her heels, seems like the officers didn't have time to check up her home properly they didn't register anything maybe it has something to do with the call for help they heard in the lake, well it doesn't matter she is relief they didn't took her arrows because it means she has everything she needs, she is ready and this time she won't fail.

Allison comes out of her room feeling her heartbeat in the tip of her fingers, she isn't terrified anymore, she is thrilled she can't fight her destiny any longer it is now or never, she balls her hands and… lets out a gasp, she gets a deep breath and the tears start running down her cheeks like waterfalls of salty water, this is it, this is really it she doesn't know if she will come back to this house if she will see her dad ever again, she is not sure about anything anymore the only thing that seems certain right now is that after this night everything is going to be different for her.

….

Now that Derek is gone Stiles can focus on Scott, he puts his hand on his friend's burning shoulder blade and slowly pushes him upstairs, Scott responds to Stiles' guide in silence, he climbs the stairs step after step like a child learning to walk and remains silent with his head down.

Stiles looks on his back, the night has officially fell over the town. All the house is dark and quiet like the ones in the horror movies. They end up climbing the stairs and get inside Stiles' room, as usual the wood screeches beneath their feet. He sits Scott on his bed while he gets into the bathroom and turns the hot water's key.

When the steam starts rising Stiles comes back to his room and takes Scott inside the bathroom, he takes off his clothes and throws them in the basket behind the door.

"Can you do it yourself?" He asks.

Scott nods with his eyes still focused in the nothingness, he stretches a hand to take the soap and falls on his needs beneath the hot water. Stiles gets in the shower feeling the rush of warmness covering his body and starting to scorch the back of his neck.

Scott gasps. Stiles hauls him up with all his strength and puts his arm around his neck, it is amazing how Scott's body is even hotter than the water. Werewolves are amazing creatures. He grabs the soap and starts scrubbing his friend's chest with it.

"You will have to take care of your…" He starts embarrassed as he looks away.

Scott chuckles and then Stiles gets a weak mutter coming from his friend's lips "I'm sorry, you don't have to do this"

"It's okay" Stiles says while uses the sponge to brush his friend's armpits, "We are a team remember?"

Scott doesn't reply.

Stiles is so glad it is Scott and not someone else, it would be too awkward to do the same for Isaac or Derek, gosh! It is so embarrassing to even think about it, his cheeks burn he shakes his head and focus on Scott's neck.

"I lost her" Scott says hoarsely under the rush of the water that falls over them.

"You didn't" Stiles assures with a grin. "She will understand"

Scott remains silent another minute before replying and when he does the words come out of his mouth with utter despise on them "No mother would ever love a monster"

Stiles' heart skips a beat. He is not sure why but he knows Scott is wrong, Mrs. M oh god! She saw everything but she will understand, she loves Scott, Scott is good he is a good boy he just have to make her understand that.

"And…Allison…" Scott continues.

"I think we should think about her right now" Stiles replies more harshly than what he expected, he can't get Deaton's words out of his head, Allison murdering him any time soon, she is a binder and have been hiding it this whole time.

"Your mom is just scared, she wasn't expecting to watch you unshaven that's all"

"Still" Scott tries to reply but Stiles cuts him off.

"She loves you, everyone loves you who wouldn't you are the coolest guy in the world and you are nice to everybody and you always smile you always do"

While Stiles presses the sponge on his friend's back and help imagine wings coming out from his back broken ones, Scott is an angel he always has been, and now he is wingless they took them away and instead left Scott with fangs and claws, it might be Derek who bit Scott but it was Erica and Vernon who made all this story that created this terrifying creature that wore his best friend's face. Oh god he is so relief! He is so happy Scott isn't a murderer, he is happy that he can look back again at his friend without being afraid he might attack someone anytime soon.

"You remember everything now don't you?" Stiles asks.

Scott nods "I always tried to stop them… I really tried but…" He snivels.

Something stitches Stile's heart.

"But they were too fast, I couldn't stop them I couldn't reach them and the blood… It was everywhere"

"You are a hero, you have been all this time trying to protect everybody I knew you were good" Stiles says proudly.

"It doesn't matter anymore" Scott replies listlessly.

"Of course it matters, because you proved once more how good person you are, risking your life to save everybody else even when the guys who died didn't get along with you"

"I barely knew them"

"The first…" Stiles starts but then stops he is not sure Scott is ready for more pressure and mysteries, his friend just needs rest.

"You always believed in me" Scott says with confusion on his voice "Why?"

"Because you are my best friend, you stood by my side when my mom… I know I threated you bad and said awful things and then apologized and then fell again but what…"

"It wasn't your fault" Scott hurries to say.

"But you didn't deserve the way I threated you"

"You were hurt"

"You haven't lost your mom" Stiles explains shutting the shower "I lost mine, I won't have time ever again to say I'm sorry for all the things I did or said, I can't change the bad things I could have done to her all I can do is remember her and smile and think that somewhere she is watching me and thinking that she did good with me that she did her best"

"Yes but my mom…" Scott tries to reply.

Stiles gets out of the shower with all his clothes all drenched and hanging heavily, the cold air hurts his cheeks and he stretches a hand to take a tower for Scott, when he turns to dry his friend he is astonished to see how his body is almost full dried.

Stiles gaps and then shakes his head. "Your mom will understand, she will get it and everything is going to be alright"

He takes Scott back in his dorm and offers him a par of jogging pants and a top tank shirt. Then he gets back into the bathroom and takes off his dripping clothes while the coldness makes him clatter his teeth, he grits his teeth and puts on his pajama and another hoodie to fight off the winter air.

When he comes out of the bathroom Scott is already lying on the bed though his eyes are still open, Stiles chuckles they hadn't share their bed since they were thirteen or so, he gets below the quilt welcoming the warmness that Scott's body irradiates and he takes a deep breath, sleep oh god he has missed sleeping so much, and finally he is in his bed feeling like lying in puffy clouds high up in the sky, his eyelids feel so heavy right now that is hard for him to not just drift away, and wake up and in a year or two.

He losses the battle against the sleep when he gets a slow and even snoring coming from Scott and he realizes that his friend is finally asleep.

The bodies… the bodies are everywhere.

Everything will be over soon.

DO SOMETHING!

Stiles jolts on his bed screaming and hauling as much air on his lungs as he can, what… what was that?

His head spins and for a brief second he doesn't know where he is, then Scott' snoring makes him recall everything and he covers his mouth with his hand while he fights the tears.

He tried to kill himself, he is going to die and his dad… His dad must be calling him right now and he doesn't have a phone, Allison is a binder and she is going to kill him, Derek is hunting Erica and Vernon but he hasn't come back what if they killed him? His stomach plunges down to the thought of it, he has been so stupid they could come here, they could come anytime and Scott's mom she is missing, she hasn't come what if… Stiles tries to stand and falls on the floor hitting the wood in a thud sound, Scott must be really exhausted to not wake up after all the noise Stiles has been doing.

He crawls to the drawer and uses it help himself to stand, when he is up he turns on his heels and stares at the clock on his nightstand, it is seven o' clock which means that he fell asleep for twenty minutes or so, god it feels like seconds actually, his body is sore and every inch of it aches as if someone where inserting millions of tiny needles into his bones, he needs to rest but he can't he is too scared and preoccupied to just fell asleep, he needs to do something while he awaits for Derek or… Erica? What if Vernon and Erica comes here? What is he going to do? There must be something he can do to stop them for… A memory comes to his mind, there is something that can stops them from coming in, something that Dr. D. has, the same thing he was using to keep Derek away from his home, but hell he can't wake up Scott now he to go there and it could be dangerous for his friend to leave the house, maybe if he goes there and asks Dr. D to show him the spell, well he can't look for it in the deep web there must be a forum or something dedicated to Binders.

He looks for his laptop and turns it on, he sits on his bed and while he awaits for the SO to load his stomach growls, gosh he doesn't remember when was the last time he eat, actually he has been so busy getting in trouble and nearly dying that he forgot to eat, Scott must be hungry too he was trapped in the mill after all, he needs to do something for them both, the less he needs right now is a hungry werewolf inside his house on a full moon night.

He climbs downstairs and makes two sandwiches for him and three for Scott, he puts them on plates and gets back into his room. He put's Scott's plate in the nightstand next to him and gets back to his place in the bed where the laptop awaits for him already on, he puts it over his legs and takes a bite of his turkey sandwich, oh god it is so delicious! He takes another bite and starts typing the deep web address when he something comes pins him in the back of his mind.

Erica and Vernon… they attacked an officer and there is someone dead but something doesn't makes sense, they always killed people that were inside the woods though now that girl disappeared and now there is dead boy and an wounded officer somewhere inside the town, why? Why they changed their strategy? Derek said they were interested in get him but if they wanted that they would have just looked for him in his cabin unless… unless they want to…. Oh god! They are going to attack the whole town! They are going to attack everyone! That is their plan they want to convince Derek of how dangerous Scott is by attacking the whole town tonight on the full moon!

But where? Stiles thinks, where they might be planning on attacking, it could somewhere anywhere though he has an idea, if he is right and the want Derek to regret biting Scott they will want a massacre kill as much people as possible and there are only few places where people gathers in large amounts they must want to expose their race, blame Scott of all of it.

He must call Derek as soon as possible, there is only one place where they can do it, the mall! They are going to kill everyone in the mall!

He shoves his hands on his pockets… fuck he doesn't have a phone! He forgot shit! What is he going to do now? Scott… no he probably doesn't have a phone either, his clothes must be tore apart in the mill's ruins so it is probably broken anyway.

Think Stiles think… Isaac! He can contact Isaac through Scott's Skype he just wish the werewolf has the app installed in his phone or else Stiles is losing his time, luckily he knows Scott's user and password for everything that is one of the perks of having a best friend, full access to everything.

He types the username and the password on the boxes in the application and the familiar sound of the longing lets him known that he typed them well, when the logging animation is over Scott's contacts list pop in front of him, he must have Isaac in there he is part of the lacrosse team after all. Stiles types "I" in the search box and automatically Isaac's photo shows up in front of him, he hits the call button and then waits for a couple of minutes but the net isn't establishing connection, fuck! He tries a couple more times and it is always the same so he gives up and start typing in a text what he found out about Erica and Vernon probably going to a crowded place like the mall. When he is he is about to try establish the voice call when a chat window pops up in front of him with the name Cole at the top of the box.

"Scott! You are ok" Says the first text.

Stiles is about to reply but then the guy texts again.

"Where are you? Everyone is concerned they thought something happened to you because of what happened to Tackler"

Stiles' heart skips a beat.

"Tackler? What happened to him?" Stiles types as the fear makes him shiver.

"He was murdered there is a crazy animal in the town, it killed him and hurt an officer"

Cole kept writing and though Stiles face is on the screen he can't read the words he is too shocked to get what this guy is telling him.

Tackler is dead, he was murdered in the Sadie Hawkins' night the same night he was going to the dance with…

"Lydia" Stiles says to himself with hitched breath.

….

Damn Derek and his healing skills, he should be death by now but instead he is alive and healthy as if nothing happened to him, Deaton has definitely something to do with it, neither himself knows how to stop the poisoning from that venom how could the doctor do such thing?

Chris shakes his head and takes a deep breath, holding his left arm, it is still bleeding the fight in the lake was short but still he got injured, well at least it isn't serious, he used most of his bullets and arrows in the woods, he should come back to recover them before the police finds them but he is running out of time, the sun is officially gone and the full moon will be up high in the sky anytime.

He stops before the front door, up high there is an enormous hole where Allison's window used to be, the police was here but it looks like they left already. Good! He is not in the mood make up a lie for the officers, there are still lots of things he needs to meditate about. His stomach won't stop protesting about the lack of food and his eyes of the tiredness he is feeling right now and yet he keeps going. He has no other choice.

The front door is ajar, he slowly pushes it away and it screeches weakly, the foyer is all dark, it is hard to get a glimpse of inside the house, he had the hope that Allison might be in here, god he needs to talk to her but damn! Why she had to see him the way she saw him today? Why it couldn't be any other day? He is going to finish it tonight, alone but still is doing it, if only Victoria were here, everything would be more easy she was good with words and bindings while he is good with the blade and guns.

How can he explains his teenage daughter what is going on in the town when he is as confused and scared as her? Come back was the stupidest he have ever done. He should have let the past buried. Derek isn't a threat he has never been if he hadn't find out that he came back to the town he wouldn't have followed him here and none of this would have been happening, they were happy they were truly happy somewhere else but here, now what? He just found out that the boy who has been dating his daughter is a werewolf a werewolf that could be the responsible for all the murderers in town but them everything gets complicated because of Simon's son, that boy and his theory and it does totally makes sense, that officer that was attacked in the town while they were in the lake just proves that he was wrong and it wasn't the just bitten teenager but an experienced werewolf someone who knew what was doing from the beginning, it explains the way the bodies were torn apart, it wasn't a halfwit monster who killed those boys it was a mind, a sick mind that wanted to deliver a message and he was so stupid he didn't read it from the start, why Victoria had to appear in his life? He was happy following the STCU's rules, believing what they believed that werewolves were monsters as Igneous, Mourners, light skippers and all the other crap he has faced in his life, it was better everything was easier but she came and changed everything just the way she almost changed the world before Derek…

He takes a deep breath and walks in getting swallowed by the darkness, he is not sure if he should turn on the lights it might call the neighbors attention or the police's though all the houses in the block are lightless too, have they been evacuated? Damn it! Everything came out of control right under his nose and he let it happen. If only… He can't see in the dark, he can't bind like Deaton or Victoria but yet he can feel it, while he passes by the couch he senses the air being cut out by the sharp point of an arrow head.

Before the arrow hits him in the head Christopher Argent is already back-flipping in the air, still holding his arm and preparing to get his gun but then he stops in midair when he realizes who attacked him.

"What the hell are you doing?" He roars feeling his heartbeat in his ears, he is shocked and proud he didn't know how good she had become shooting arrows. She has a perfect aim an aim that almost chopped off his head just seconds ago.

Allison comes in from the shadowy kitchen, her whole body surrounded by a ghostly light almost as if she had her own halo, she is a hunter he can see it in her eyes, they are cold and sharp like his though they are shiny and beautiful as Victoria's she is dangerous, more dangerous that what he could had possibly imagine, this should have happened this way, hell! They shouldn't have come here, he had to let everything behind and forget his past.

"What do you think I just did?" She replies sharply quickly taking one of Chris' guns out of her pockets and pointing straight at him.

Suddenly Chris' is breathless, he is standing still in the living room behind the couch staring at his own gun's barrel pointing straight between his brow by a coldhearted and steady grip.

"Allison" He starts.

His daughter snorts. He can see the shadow of a grin on her lips but her eyes aren't smiling at all, "It's funny" She says as she slowly shuffles around without loose her grip on the gun "I've been thinking about it the last months and I'm not sure I think I rather Mackenzie, you know… that was my name when I was two right?"

"Allison…" He starts realizing his wounded arm and rising up both hands to show her that he won't hurt her.

"Tell me!" She roars with a high pitched tone "What is my real name?"

"It's Allison… it's Allison" He says with shaky voice, damn! He can't believe he is actually acting this weak in front of his daughter. "You need to understand…" He tries to mediate with her but she cuts him off.

"Understand? Understand that you are a liar? That I can't tell my friends if my name is my real name because I don't know? Understand that you have been spying the whole town with your sick cameras, that I don't know where you really work, from where comes our money that maybe you are a criminal or a psychopath that is what you want me understand?" She roars gripping tightly the gun.

"I know!" He shouts, "I know I hadn't been fully honest to you but I needed to protect you" He explains. "There is people looking for me, my life is at risk and yours too, that is why we never stay too long in one place"

There is a pause and then he can finally see it, a note of doubt in her eyes it seems like she is starting to listen.

"Why we came back?" She asks loosening her grip.

"I heard this boy Derek was back in the town, I needed to know why he came back, there are being many commotion in the world, everyone though he was dead, but he being alive opens the doors for a revolution, something is about to happen and I came here to find out his plans, but things came out of control with that boyfriend of yours"

She quickly appears in front of him still holding the gun. "Did you know?" She says with fear leaping through her eyes.

"I have always known Allison, I moved the cameras and deleted the videos when you started to come to my meditation place" He replies dryly.

He can see her gap.

"Why…why you didn't do something? Why did you let him kill those boys?" She demands trying to hide the confusion and embarrassment from her eyes but her cheeks are terrible liars.

"Hadn't you heard Simon's son? It wasn't this Scott kid I'm not sure what is going on but it makes sense or else the radio signal I heard…"

"Who is Simon's son?" She asks confused.

"The doctor's son, the boy who fell from the cliff" He explains.

"Stiles" Allison mutters for herself with some despise in her voice.

"But I didn't know your boyfriend was a werewolf or else I wouldn't have let you date him, but I was too busy watching videos for hours and trying to figure out who was this new werewolf in Derek's pack that I underestimated him"

"He could have killed me" She shrills furious.

"I don't think so" He says thoughtful "I think he has been trying to protect you, that place where I found you, I didn't even know that cave existed and you came out of it, he took you away and hid you there inside in a full moon day along with his mother"

"He scared the shit out of me" She replies with disgusts in her voice.

"I know and I'm sorry I'm not even the shadow of who I was"

"You should have killed them from the beginning and put an end to all of it" Allison spits angrily.

"I would have do it years ago, but I'm not that person anymore" He says with a longing smile on his face "I was a coldhearted hunter, I killed everything on my way, actually they used to called me longshot. As you I was exceptional in archery when I was at high school, my talent became legendary in the town when the archery team existed"

"I know" Allison grunts dryly.

"It was your mom who changed me, she believed in peace between the STCU and the rest of the world, she knew we were the problem and we had to change from inside to really make an impact in the world"

She looks confused, maybe she hadn't research as much as he thought about their world.

"And still the guy who killed her is out there alive as if nothing happened" She growls and then snivels, she lowers the gun and Chris get a glimpse of tears on her pale face.

"How… How… do you know?" He asks feeling surrounded by the guilt and fear.

"I had to find it out as everything else, I had to find out who I was and from where I come because every little thing you have ever said to me is a lie, made up to break me, to ruin me to make me feel that you loved me it wasn't true.. You doesn't love you are a pathological liar and a shame for the binders" She cries as the tears stream down her face.

A cold and hurtful feeling stabs him in the chest. This is all his fault. "Allison I know you have the right to be angry but…"

"No dad, you know shit!" She roars, the hand that holds the gun shakes with every word she says "You have been always doing what you though was the best for me, without thinking about the consequences how could you leave the guy who kill my mom live?"

"He was a kid! Just a boy and your mom wouldn't…" He is desperate his hands trembles and he wants to do something to stop his little girl from crying to made up everything for her but he is clueless.

"I don't care, he is a monster! He has always been! My mom is dead you can't know what she would have wanted! You are wrong, you didn't kill him he was been out there all this time, free having fun with his friends and his family while I grew up without my mom I can't understand that, you are weak, you are a liar, useless… and" She made a pause to take a breath. "And I don't want to see you ever again" She says with a grimace in her face. "I hate you Christopher Argent and there is nothing you can do to change that"

He is sure she didn't shoot but he is wounded, he can feel his hearth bleeding while it falls apart on the floor on tiny little pieces, he lost her, he sweet little girl hates him because of what he didn't or better said what he didn't do and there is nothing he can do to heal her, he can't bring her mother back, he has been so selfish he hadn't see how much she needed Victoria much more of how he needs her right now, and she is gone, just like…

"Allison!" He calls her at her back when she crosses the front door. "Where are you going?"

"As far of you as possible" She says sharply from her back and gets inside her car, Damn the day he bought that car!

"Allison!" He tries to stop her, but she doesn't listen then the car's engine roars and she drives away from their home… from him.

Chris falls on his knees on the snow, Allison hates him and she just left… she left… in a full moon night… SHE LEFT IN A FULL MOON NIGHT! Chris jerks up, she is danger! He is not sure if Melissa's son really is the killer or not but today more people is definitely going to die, he needs to do something and quickly.

He gets inside the house quickly, darts trough the living where just seconds ago her daughter was shouting at him how incompetent he has been all this years and starts climbing up the stairs when he feel two familiar presences behind him, Dave? Marc?

Chris turns on his heels to meet his old class mates with relief washing over him, finally! Now things will be more even.

"I glad you are here" He says to the bold dark shapes standing in front of him.

Both step ahead at the same time and the pale light of the moon reveals their faces, undoubtedly Marc and Dave are there, both have their eyes bloodshot with fearful expressions while they hang from their necks before the two men broad arms.

"What are you doing here" Chris says to the two werewolves that have captive his friends.

"After all these years and that's all what you say?" One of them grins and Chris can see the pointy fangs overgrowing the rest of his teeth.

No… not tonight! No… this can't be!

"You have made a mistake looking for me" He says pretending being in control of the situation.

"Don't worry we just came to say hi" The other werewolf replies with a devilish smile.

"So sad that you have to say goodbye so early" He snorts looking back with the corner of his eyes, how many guns has he left in his room? Has Allison left anything for him? He hopes she did.

….

He didn't want to leave Scott alone but he had no choice, Scott is asleep and it is full moon night. He didn't chain him up, he couldn't do it, it would be so heartless from him to threat his best friend like an animal after all what he has done to save them all so he decided to trust Derek's words and leave Scott rest peacefully on his bed. It is what he needs right now, to lay in there and try to recover from the internal wounds he has. He just hopes Derek is right he just hopes he is or else… If Scott wakes up and Allison's father finds him wandering around the town by himself… He is not sure there are any other magical orchids waiting for him in shadow world.

He climbs down of his jeep and takes a deep breath, he can't believe this horrible day isn't over yet, for how long they will have to keep living this way? In angst and desperation, thinking that every minute could be their last he can't get used to it, it is insane, and indeed soon it will definitely be his last minutes and he won't see dead coming and then he will rest once and for all, though… his dad. Everything is too much complicated, if doesn't die everyone will die if he dies they're likely to die but nothing is completely sure their just possibilities after all, he must die… he must die.

Stiles shakes his head and heads straight to the door, he comes through the lawn and when he climbs the porch's first step his ears get clogged and he gaps, it is like if the air pressure just changed. Does is have anything to do with the protection casted in the house? Stiles turns on his heels and looks down trying to find the invisible wall's foundations or something else any clue that can show him how the trick works and why it have been reestablished.

"It is a line of fertility" A girl's voice says at his back.

Stiles slightly cranes his neck and gets a glimpse of Marin next to him with the corner of his eye.

"It keeps them away" Explains sitting on the steps.

"Marin…" Deaton's voice starts behind Stiles.

"What? I'm not doing anything wrong I'm just telling him something that he will eventually find out" She protests.

Stiles hears Deaton's slippers shuffling over the wooden porch's floor until their stop next to him.

"It is a pact made with the other side, casted by the first knowledge bearers thousands of years ago" The man says sitting next to his daughter.

"A pact?" Stiles frowns.

"According to the story in those times of chaos there wasn't an other side, neither day nor night only twilight. In that world when people died they never left, their essences remained in this land. They rooted and existed in pain haunting the living looking for answer to the suffering they experimented, people were used so when someone died they moved the body to a garden outside the dorp where they got trapped in the landscape, mostly forests. Once in a time they use to find their way back with to their families, their screams of pain scared even the bravest men murdered many and joined them to their army of terror. Elders from of those villages gathered to demand answers to the lights in the sky and after a long time of waiting the answer finally came with them. They bodies were gathered in those place and chants were sung, words were said and bit a bit the souls started to leave"

Stiles gaped it sounded somehow familiar.

"The ritual evolved and the funerals became something familiar for everybody its part of the tradition for all the cultures around the world with some differences but the same in essence, when someone dies their body is buried and stories and memories about that person are shared by the people who knew them, song prayers are said to guide their soul and then they can rest and cross to the other side"

"But how…" Stiles starts confused.

"It is made to celebrate peoples' memory, but it also helps them find peace to their souls in those times it were known as the atonement or purge the unnatural"

"Unnatural" Stiles repeats and looks at the man and Marin frowning.

"All the things that doesn't belong here" The girl says with a smirk "The graveyard dirt it's charged with lots of energy powerful energy it is good to keep them out"

"Graveyard dirt?" Stiles says stunned.

"That's right" Deaton confirms "Though the recipe has been improved with the years, this one has salt and some plants roots to make it more effective, like for example it doesn't matter how good werewolves' ears are they are not able to hear or smell anything inside my house"

"Wow" Stiles says impressed and a little scared. Binders are crazy people. "What about the pact?"

"It is a simple thing though, you just must remember the person but… for casting a bind it is a little more complicated it takes part of your energy to work, once you close the circle you will get more a more physically weak until the link is broken"

Yeah as everything else in the Binding world there is always a trick hidden somewhere.

"Why do you came Stiles?" Deaton asks though he doesn't look surprised at all to see him.

"I need help, I need something to stop Erica and Vernon" He hurries to say.

"You won't stop them you know that right?" Deaton replies dryly.

There he was acting like a dick as always.

"Just help me alright?" Stiles grunts, "Help me find a way to stop them I just can't…."

"Die?" Deaton suggest "You can't do anything about it"

Die… the way the words come out of the Binder's mouth so emotionally detached without any note of concern on them.

"Die?" Marin repeats shocked "Is he going to die?"

"Didn't you know? I think I overestimated you" Dr. D says looking at his daughter with a mock on his face.

Idiot.

"You know I can't talk to them the way you do" Marin replies angrily and then she looks up and meets her eyes with Stiles' there is concern in them.

"Marin I think you should get inside" Deaton orders.

"You can't tell me what…" She starts but them the front door suddenly bursts open as pushed by a strong rush of wind and Stiles scoots back in shock as the girl is dragged on her butt inside the house. The door slams shut once she is inside.

"Your dad called by the way" Deaton says casually bringing up the subject as if they have been talking about it all the time.

What the hell? How he did that? Stiles steps back scared he is… What happened to Marin… this is too much.

"He is really mad at you by the way" Points out.

"What did you tell him?" Stiles asks afraid of the answer that he might get.

"That you were too busy hunting werewolves and distressed ladies" Deaton chuckles wryly. "Actually I told him you were too stressed with what happened and told him that the police found Mellissa and that everything is alright, I gave you something for sleeping and you are resting upstairs while I get you a ticket for tomorrow morning"

There is a pause where Stiles doesn't know what to answer.

"You shouldn't have done that" He says angrily "I can't go back, I don't even know what is going to happen right now and you can't stop me from going"

"I wasn't planning on doing it" Deaton says nodding.

"Are you going to help me then?" Stiles asks hopeful.

"No" The man replies sternly standing up.

When the porch's light illuminates Deaton's face something shudders inside Stiles, he knew! He knew! "You…" He starts with his lower lip wobbling.

"Yes?" Deaton asks arching a brow condescendingly.

"You knew it was Erica and Vernon don't you? You have always known" Stiles says feeling how the fury starts rising up in his chest, he has always known he knew the truth from the beginning all this could have been avoided.

Deaton takes a minute to consider his answer "It's more complicated than that, there have been some strings on movement and choices that needs to be taken"

There he goes again with that nonsense crap! "You are a son of the bitch, this poor guys died and you don't care!" Stiles growls spitting saliva on the man's face, "Those poor guys died and you did nothing!"

"I have a daughter, I can't get involved in things that aren't my business" The doctor says sharply. "You shouldn't either"

Something stings Stiles in the chest, he is sick of this guy he is sick of his resignation he is done with all that don't get involve crap! "You are a son of the bitch, you could have saved the town you could have saved those kids and Scott and you didn't do anything… you didn't do anything"

"And you shouldn't either" Deaton says folding his arms on his chest.

"I don't care if I don't have a chance against them, I'm going to save Lydia I'm gonna do something to make them pay for what they did, for trying to get Scott killed for betraying Derek for everything!"

Dr. D parts his lips to say something but then he stops short and stares at Stiles as if this was the first time he looks at him. "You are just a human"

"I don't care" Stiles says hastily.

Dr. D turns on his heels and approaches the door, when his hand holds the handle Stiles speaks again, he can't lose his chance.

"You could have saved her, don't you?" He says to the doctor's back.

"Who?" Dr. D asks but by the tune on his voice Stiles knows he knows.

"You could have saved my mom" Stiles affirms in low voice. "You could have saved my mom and you didn't"

Deaton remains Still facing the front door.

"You are son of the bitch!" Stiles growls. "You are a selfish son of the bitch! What is the reason of having the knowledge if you're not going to use it?" They boy cries feeling a hole in his chest… his mom… his mom could have been alive now… but she is not and everything is because of this man.

"Stiles…" Doctor D starts.

"I don't care what you say, I don't care if I die tonight on Allison's hands or Scott or Erica's or in a Were-lamb's I'm going to save my friends and die with smile on my face because I did everything I could to keep them safe"

"Don't run with scissors" The man finishes and closes the door behind him.

Stiles steps back cursing inside, he is the worst human being Stiles has ever known, he is even worse than Derek or Erica and. He has always known the truth and didn't do anything about it, why? Why he is so selfish? Why he doesn't care all the horrible things that have been happening?

"Stiles" Marin's voice says at his back while he climbs up on his jeep.

"Marin" Stiles replies shocked.

"I know I can see like him" She says with a brief smile "And I know I'll be in a lot of trouble when I came back inside but"

The girl shoves her hands in her jogging pants pockets and gives him a tiny yellow petal.

"Aconitum?" Stiles frowns.

She nods.

"Things are more complicated than you think, this tiny piece can be used as a somniferous"

"Thank you" He says a little discouraged, he was waiting for something more useful like a gunshot or something but well at least she is trying to help.

"Don't look at me that way" She says reluctantly "You have all you need to stop them" She assures and then smiles.

He has all he needs to stop them? Really?

"Are you…" He starts thoughtful, but when he looks up Marin is already gone.

….

His chest still aches a little but he doesn't have time lose. Derek climbs up the building's roof and stares at the whole town from the top. There are lights in many windows and there are some cars in the snowed streets, this means that things aren't out of control yet, he looks up to the grey sky the moon is right up of him with its yellow light glowing through the clouds he can feel it influence calling him whispering to his ear, damn it is annoying he can't focus on his task.

He has been looking for hours without success those bastards hid pretty well, he has no clue of where they might be, he has been an idiot trusting in them he shouldn't have let them join him he knew they belonged to feral packs before he should have trusted his instincts and kill them when he had time but he needed a pack he needed seven wolves to face the Fenrir, what is he going to do now? He can let them free they will murder the whole town, what are they planning? How they know he is looking for them?

The screaming is low and continuous, fucking moon he is in control but tonight it is harder than usual, he must admit that he is concerned he is furious and confused it is taking over him, the wound only makes it more difficult, the shrills he keeps hearing them he is craving for blood. He almost hurt that boy in his own house when he said that about the Fenrir's pack in here damn it he isn't a pup anymore he can't let his inner wolf take the control over him.

He is not a monster, he is not a monster not anymore.

Another roar.

Derek growls in frustration if he could only shut up his inner wolf if he could only… Another… it is not a growl… is a cry, he is not listening to his inner alter ego but… someone… screaming… for help.

Derek Jumps to the next building and comes down through the fire ladder, the screams comes from a near building it is someone asking for help begging… he can hear it… He starts running through the streets making sure to not call the attention of the humans, hiding in the shadows and darting as fast as he can without be seeing, he can feel it in his bones he is near them it is near the radio station down the block. He takes his cellphone out of his pocket and starts dialing Isaac's number.

….

The streets, the lights the faces everything is mixed up through the windshield, he is not sure how he can be driving this fast without crashing his jeep against another car or how is that they hadn't stop him yet but it doesn't matter he keeps driving feeling his heartbeat rising with every minute, he doesn't know how long has spread the word about what have happened in the town the last two days with Mrs. M and Allison's kidnap but he knows how shallow people is and on a Friday night there is are only three places that can be fully crowded right now, the mall, the Sadie Hawkins' dance and the clubs, he just hopes he is right and they are in the mall he has no time to lose.

Lydia, he can't stop thinking about her! Is she hurt? Dead? Tackler is dead, they killed him and Lydia was with him, but the injured officer didn't say anything about a girl maybe she is fine, maybe she is but he has no phone or her number to call her he lost everything in the lake, maybe Allison… no he can't talk look for her right now every time he thinks about her the spark burst in his chest and the words of Deaton come back to his mind, she is going to murder him she is going to do it.

Stiles takes the curb at the end of the street and heads to the mall's basement's parking lot everything looks just fine from outside maybe it hasn't started yet. Please be alright Lydia, please! He thinks with desperation passing by rows and rows of taken places. He finds an empty spot at the end of the second basement and parks his jeep.

He climbs down his jeep breathing heavily feeling how the world is crumbling, today he found out so many things and secrets it is too much he is going to have a heart attack or something.

Breathe Stiles! Breathe!

He looks around while he tries to steady his respiration and heartbeat, it is empty there isn't a soul in there, despite the tons of cars the parking lot is empty and dark, something is not right, he can feel it. Something is not…

"Hey monkey" A voice says at his back while a shadow darkens the poor light that illuminated him.

Stiles turns on his heels Isaac is standing in front of him. "Isaac!" He says relieved.

"Are you alright?" The young werewolf asks arching a brow. His grayish eyes have a pale glow on them it is all he can see apart from his lips that move quickly while he talks.

"Where is Derek? Have you searched from them? Are they in here?"

Isaac shakes his head. "They are not here, I was expecting to find Scott" points out.

"It was me who texted you I lost my phone" The boy explains "Where is Derek? Did you tell him, are you sure they didn't come here?

"They are not coming monkey" The straw haired wolf says in a hiss. "They are too busy chopping Derek's head right now"

Stiles' legs turn into jelly and his stomach gives a lurch he steps back but he is stopped by his jeep's door, he is… trapped!

"You should have come" Isaac says coldly. One second his in front of Stiles and the next Stiles flying to the center of the parking lot.

He lands on his knees feeling a painful throbbing that runs up his legs, his marrowbones aren't broken but they are near to it. Stiles turns falling his butt as he scoots back. "Why are you doing this?" He shouts angrily.

"I had to" Isaac replies hoarsely "They were going to kill me" In a blink the wolf is in top of him "I'm sorry Monkey, you shouldn't have come it was Scott it had to be Scott everything would have been fine"

"You killed those guys" Stiles accuses openmouthed.

"Erica and Vernon did it, I just made sure Derek was busy all the time"

"How can you do this to Derek?" Stiles says hurtful "He trusts you, you were always loyal to him!" He shrills furiously "You are supposed to be his loyalty and you are just a useless coward!"

"Don't call me coward you little piece of shit!" Growls the werewolf striking Stiles' crown against the cold pavement.

Stiles lets out a gasps as his head starts aching, he has to bit his tongue to fight back his tears.

"Why?" Stiles asks "You could have easily start your own pack with them. Leave Derek and Scott behind you are shifter after all" Stiles says to distract him while he tries to find a way out of it.

"Wolves are greedy Monkey, they want power they want Derek to suffer for not listening to them they want to take all his power and in exchange they will not hurt me or anyone else in the town, they promised to me"

Stiles starts thinking, Marin said that he had all what he needs but what does she means? He got nothing only a throbbing head and a…

"You are supposed to be his loyalty and you betrayed him to save your sorry ass" Stiles says sharply struggling to break free from Isaac's grasp he can feel his fingers brushing the hem of his shirt he just needs to go a little lower.

"Derek told you about the plan of the seven wolves uh? It is only a fairy tale seven wolves are useless against two hundred werewolves"

"Five hundred actually" Stiles corrects him while he slowly slides his arm down and starts feeling his belt with his fingertips.

"How do you know?" Isaac asks frowning.

"You won't do it at time you know? You won't get enough wolves to fight against the Fenrir you are lost you will die as the cowards that you are" Stiles chuckles despiteful.

"I didn't know you were so cold hearted" Isaac grunts his eyes glowing more intensely in the dark parking lot.

"I didn't know you were a traitor, I guess you learn something new every day"

"I'm not a traitor! I had no choice!" Isaac cries breathing heavily "I had to fight them, I have to kill them you murdered my family I saw them kill my little sister in front of me! You don't' know what is like you know nothing!" A tear falls from the wolf's eyes and lands on Stiles' cheek and for a second the boy feels it like his own, he knows what is like to lose the people you love.

"Derek took care of you, he saved you grew up like brothers" Stiles says hurtful, it is like looking at Scott and himself, he wouldn't ever betray his best friend. EVER.

"You don't get it monkey! Derek's plan won't work we need wolves more wolves and he doesn't get it, he will get us killed! And I need to live I need to live to kill all of them all of them with my own hands for what they did to my family I have to!"

"Derek's plan will work! You don't have to do this!" Stiles assures felling the edge of his pocket brushing his palm.

"How do you know?" Isaac demands sniveling.

"I know it!" Stiles affirms steady "We can do it, I know we can't beat them!" He spits feeling the anger and determination scorching him inside.

Stiles stares at him puzzled and he gets his chance to dig his hand in his pocket.

"You… monkey" Starts breathless, "Why? Why are you doing all this?"

"Because Scott is my friend and I'll stay by his side no matter what"

Something hits Isaac in the eyes he can see he is doubting, this is his time.

"You could be a strong wolf" The young werewolf mumbles with deep voice.

Stiles swallows hard. "I can feel it in your scent"

His eyes sweep Stile's face and suddenly pinned as he is in the concrete he feels violated. "They told me to stay away from you, everything in you tells me to stay away but there is something in you… I can't… Is the moon… in need to" Isaac's breathing gets hitched. "I don't' have full control and you… you are making me lose the little bit I have"

"Isaac"

"I need it… I need to bit you Monkey"

"Isaac don't…" Stiles begs digging deep in his pocket, feeling the grasp on his arm more loosen.

"I can't fight it… you're asking me to do it… think about it you could be stronger than anyone, you could live without fear you could really help Scott and the rest of us to fight… You could be an amazing wolf Monkey"

The bite… that painful injection that unleashes the chaos and the power that can help him take care of his dad that could chance everything… that could…

"No" Stiles says with hesitation.

"We could make it work, Erica and Vernon will understand I'll talk to them"

"No" Stiles repeats with fear leaping through his voice.

"Don't lie to me…" Isaac lowers his head.

Stiles closes his eyes with fear and balls his hand around the aconitum's petal.

"You want this as much as I do" Mutters at Stiles' ear.

A shiver runs down the boy's spine and he opens his eyes.

"I'm sorry I can take it anymore" Isaac rises his head to take impulse and opens his mouth widely just inches in front of Stiles' face. His canines enlarge too quickly as in anticipation and Stiles hears a strong and thrilled heartbeat, the problem is that he can't tell who it is.

Stiles breaks free from Isaac's grasps and before he can feel the touch of the fangs on his neck he shoves the aconitum inside's Isaac's mouth, the petal is so tiny it is impossible for him to spit it out and instead the wolf scoots back gagging, Isaac kicks him in the balls and throws him back.

"What… what did you do to me?" Asks between gaps.

"Don't worry I'm not going to kill you" Stiles says sharply standing up and passing by him. "You're just going to fall asleep"

"I'm sorry" Isaac says hurtful as he falls on the floor and his eyes starts closing.

"I don't believe you"

"I'm sorry" Repeats "I should have stopped them but I was too scared"

"I don't care" Stiles grunts starting to climb up on his jeep.

"Monkey!" Isaac cries with big effort "They are in an abandoned building in Cedar Street"

"Thank you" Stiles replies emotionless.

"Forgive me" Isaac finishes as Stiles watches him faint through the rearview mirror.

….

When she came out of home she was so mad that she had no clue of where to go or what to do. She has been driving without destination she knows something is going on there are more people in the streets than usual and some parts of the town look so… desolated but maybe it has something to do with the fact that is Friday night.

This is stupid she thinks stopping her car outside the park, she has been driving clueless of where to go, her mind was so clouded by the anger that she went out without a plan and now she is in there trying to think where she can find them. They must be together right now, it is full moon night after all.

She closes her eyes and tries to think, her dad said a lot of stuffs but she didn't pay much attention, she was so angry while he talked while he admitted that he was a liar that she couldn't handle it, her mind is blocking the memories though she has clear that he said lots of things that didn't make sense to her and they still don't. Digging further she goes back to the cave with Scott's mother, the Fourer dragging Stiles over the snow. It wasn't Scott it is all what comes to her mind while Derek –the guy who murdered her mom- fights her dad and Stiles says it. It wasn't Scott it wasn't Scott, what did he mean?

Stiles… She trusted him. Not enough to tell him everything she was coming through but let's face it how could she trusts in anybody to tell them all the odd crap she was discovering through those months? It sounded so stupid to share, Stiles is a Binder of course and she doesn't know why he really came to the town but… she can't trust him, she can't trust anybody he could have tell her, he had to tell her since the first time they saw each other since the first time they touched when that first spark burst inside her and he felt it two, she could see it then and can almost feel it prickling her right hand now, they should have talked, she should have tried to ask him to figure out what was all that maybe he had an idea maybe he knew the reason they feel that way near each other but she didn't and now the spark seems to set off her hand… if she closes…her eyes.

She presses her eyes shut. She can… She can feel how it moves, how the primitive and organic feeling fights to break free in her hand, it was intense right a second ago and now it is slowly fading as if it beat or moved on its place… like if Stiles was near her just seconds ago and now he…isn't. He is moving! He is going somewhere, probably to meet Derek and Scott! Allison holds her hand high and moves it around describing a circle with her palm up to her shoulder using her arm as a compass and then she feels it, the jolt of energy stiffening her hand charging it with electricity and pain and guilt and happiness, the signal is low but yet overwhelming it's strange connection between them is growing every day she can't help feeling like they are a lighter slowly approaching wildfire.

She lets out a gasp, keeps her arm up toward Stiles' stele and hits the gas.

….

There is rotten wood door crowned by an old sign with most of its letters gone, the street empty and dark if it wasn't by the low and echoing snivels he would think this isn't the right place. He hurls himself in and is swallowed by an unsettling blackness. He is inside a large room with a blue light in its center in the middle of which two bodies are crouched back to back.

There is coppery scent in the air… Blood that salty and familiar scent that makes his muscles tense. His paces bounce against the distant and eerie walls, he needs a second to understand that the moving shadows that respond to his movements are his own reflection, he is inside a building with real size mirrors attached to every wall.

He slowly approaches to the shaky bodies, it is a boy and a girl but illuminated by the pale light that comes from the inexistent ceiling. Derek looks up there is a large gap where the roof should be and from where the full moon meets him, calls him. By the lack of snow on the misty floor he assumes that it have been removed recently. The cloud of dusty is so high he is having a hard time to recognize the shapes on the floor.

Volutes of flying dirt filter through his nostrils tickling his nose, he clamps his mouth with his palm and approaches the center of the room. The girl's shape shakes violently to the sight of him.

"Help us" She cries when the light falls over him.

It is… that girl… which was her name? The cheerleader… and Jackson who is fainted with his head relaying on his shoulder, they are tied to each other.

Derek hurries to address them, a thicker layer of dust rises with his steps and he sneezes. Before he reach them there is someone already standing next to teenagers.

"Careful, you don't want to get sick, don't you?" Hisses Erica's voice.

Derek grits his teeth "What are you doing?" He says furiously balling his hands.

"What you didn't have the guts to do" Erica says sharply. "I'm taking the leading from now"

Derek snorts "You will need to get rid of me first" He says taking care to not show any sign of his blood curse in front of the human girl.

The human boy suddenly jerks fluttering his eyes open, open of them is swollen and tears instantly climb to them while he starts screaming "Where…where… HELP!"

Erica puts tugs a cylinder from her pocket and covers the human's mouth with tape.

"Easy I'm not going to hurt you" She says while she is kneeling before them. "Yet" Chuckles.

"Let them go!" Derek growls throwing himself against her. In a blink Erica is gone and Derek is struck on his back.

The impact makes him fly a large distant until his body hits the nearest mirror that breaks its sharp shattered pieces digging in his flesh. He lets out a moan and hurries to flip, right where he was standing seconds ago is Vernon staring at him with a grin.

"You bastards!" Derek spits taking some shards from his chest.

The werewolves walk into the moonlight and he gets a glimpse of their half-morphed body, each of them wearing parts of their body furred one eye glowing red and their clothes torn. They aren't at full control of their bodies as usual, he doesn't know if it is a good thing or not. The blood starts running cold on his veins he lets out his claws and enlarge his fangs.

"Why are you doing this?" He demands while takes a look of the fearful couple shaking on the floor in terror.

"Are you really asking me that?" Erica says sarcastically. "I warned you Derek! I told you we needed to move fast! They are almost here and what we have? A pup! We can't use him against the Fenrir and his pack you and your stupid ideas! We didn't need seven wolves!"

"We needed them" Derek assures starting slowly pace to his side without detach an eye from them.

Vernon charges against him, swinging his sharp claws against Derek, he back-flips on the air and grabs the wolf by the collar of his torn shirt shoving him as far as he can. Erica is now over him she punches him in the face, Derek grabs her by the arm and with a flick of his hand breaks hers bones.

Erica lets out a high pitched moan and steps back. "You son of the bitch!" She cries. "We could have an army Derek!" she says with her eyes packed with tears "We could have been ready!"

"I won't turn a whole town into monster just to get you your revenge!" He roars kicking her in the stomach.

Vernon's claws shows up from behind and pierce Derek's throat, he throws his arms back and shoves him ahead, Vernon lands on his back next to the humans quickly rolling to stand.

"That is the problem with you! You think of yourself as a monster when you should embrace what you are and wear it with proud you are the true Fenrir and you are losing your time believing stupid stories!" Erica's voice says from the shadows.

Damn it! The echoing of her voice doesn't let him get know where she is. They start running… their shapes reflecting in the mirrors the red eyes multiplying in docents making impossible for him to tell which is real and which isn't.

"That is why you killed those boys? Because you wanted my power?"

"No" Erica says sternly and the eyes in the mirrors stop moving. There is only darkness now. "I believed in you Derek I truly did but that night… in that party… They came for us don't you get it? They sent him to see what we were doing that is why Vernon had to kill him!"

"Then why blame Scott?"

"Because two weeks passed and you thought you had spare time to play tame your pet when you should have been making more shifters" She replies sharply. "I need to make you understand how dangerous he was. How volatile by using his powers to murder the humans that messed with him.

"If you are in such hurry why did you wait this long then?" Derek asks focusing in his hearing to figure out from where the voices are coming.

"Because I wanted you to change I wanted you to realize how big we could get to be but you were more interested in that stupid boy and his stupid friend, since Stiles put a foot on the town everything changed I can feel it he and that girl the Argent they are going to get us killed… I saw my own death on his eyes"

"You are afraid of a scrawny little human" Derek chuckles despiteful.

"I won't die because of him!" She shrills. "I WON'T!"

"No won't by his hand, you will meet your death here and now!" He assures.

He quickly addresses the mirrors row on his left, Erica spins in the air and he kicks her in the stomach, her back hits the crystal and they are both bathed by a rain of glass.

"Mother fucker" She moans falling on the floor.

Derek enlarges his claws to their maximum.

"I can't die" She says with her wide eyes the green and the red glowing dimly under moonlight reflection in the broken glass.

"You should have followed the rules" Derek replies and then lets out a high pitched groan.

Vernon's stabbed him in the back, his claws came through his stomach bathed in Derek's blood.

Derek takes a breath and feels the strength quickly abandoning his body, The wolf grabs him by the shoulder and throws him away, his body hits the dirty floor and rolls all over until he bumps with a tender and shaky contour, he slowly looks up feeling the jolt of pain running over his body, the human girl is staring at him with her eyes full of tears and the face reddened all her veins tensed.

"You…know?" Erica says between gasps slowly approaching him.

"I… was going to leave you bit them. He is fast and strong, she is smart…. It was going to be your redemption, the start of a new era Derek but you will not don't you? You are too busy whining like a girl… caring about humans you don't deserve to be a pack leader, you don't deserve power… you want to die it is all what matters to you"

Derek tries to stand but Erica pins him to the floor with her boot "I'm going to…I'm going to grant your wish"

Erica stretched her hand that in a blink turned into half-shifted paw. Derek closed his eyes…. Release.

There is an unpleasant and brassy sound, his heart comes out of control and something inside him craves for running for fleeing away as far as he can from it.

….

Erica and Vernon scoot back with their eyes flaring staring with fear at the spot where the firecracker just exploded.

"What's the matter? The little puppies are scared of the fireworks?" Stiles says despitefully.

He takes advantage of the wolves' confusion and runs to the center of the room, where are they by the way? Who could give use to a room of this size stacked with mirrors?

"Derek it is me" He says taking carefully the wolf's head. "Relax it is just firecrackers, nothing else"

The werewolf shakes on the floor usually flame like blue eyes are now a paler almost grayish like a rainy day and they move in all direction with awe, it is moon Stiles can see it tonight he's a wild thing and feral beast trapped in the body of a young man who struggles to not lose the control on his own body and Stiles just triggered it with the firecracker.

Derek keeps breathing heavily, he has hand fastened to his stomach, is he injured? Stiles slowly reaches the wolf's stomach, the white shirt he is wearing has dark crimson stains and his face is paler than usual.

"Are you dying?" He asks with fear climbing to his voice.

The wolf manages to shake his head in his state of commotion. "Take…" Start in a moan. "Take them out!" Orders in a furious voice.

Stiles falls on his butt the by the impression and then is when he see them, just steps away from Derek, how is that he hadn't notice their presence before? Jackson and Lydia both staring at him with a mix of emotions, he recognizes happiness and fear and confusion and some gratitude.

He hears a roar and Vernon appears in front of him, Derek stands with a jolt and grabs the dark skinned werewolf by the shoulders and throws him away "Now!"

Stiles quickly stands, his friends are tied up to each other he looks around looking for something to help him untie them it only takes him a second to see shards of mirror scattered all around them, he takes a large piece and runs to them. Lydia is bathed in sweat and tears and her face is red and he can see all those veins popped up by the stress of the situation, it is so hard to see her that way, Jackson has a swollen eye and there is blood running down his temple but it isn't serious.

He kneels before them and starts cutting off the ropes while he hears the growls of the werewolf at his back.

"Where you think you are going?" Erica says at his back when he finishes releasing his friends. Before giving a chance to the she-wolf to attack he turns and stabs her in the leg with the piece of glass. She lets out a loud cry.

Stiles takes Jackson and Lydia by the shoulders and starts running away from the wolf.

"Fucking human!" Erica roars.

Without looking back Stiles pulls from his dazed friend's clothes and hides in the darkest corner he finds, when they are in a safe distant from the fight he stops and takes off the tape from the their mouths.

"What…" Jackson starts with broken voice but Stiles makes signs to him to stay quite.

"Listen, their nose doesn't work well in this wheatear don't make any noise so they won't know where you are, stay quite I'll distract them when you hear the next firecracker run away, my jeep is outside. Go away and hide go to the graveyard! They won't find you there alright?"

The scared teenagers nod with tears on their faces. "Everything is going to be okay I promise" He says shoving his hands on his pockets to take his keys and give them to Jackson.

When he turns back on his heels finds Vernon on top of Derek, he looks grotesque below the moonlight with his features half-shifted in an animals? This shape isn't like the one Scott adopted in his previous form, this one is more sad than scary is like staring to a creature that lives in constant pain and self-hatred.

Thank god he forgot he had some fireworks on his jeep's truck or else this would turn out differently, now he gets what Marin meant by having all what he needed to stop them, his mind it is what makes him dangerous for them.

He holds tight the lighter with one hand and spins the wheel while rises the other hand carrying the firecracker. A palm slaps his hands and the lighter flies away from him getting lost in the darkness, his heart skips a beat and then Erica strangleholds Stiles' from behind, choking him.

"I should have killed the moment you put a foot on the floor, it would have made Derek realize how wild Scott was by killing his own friend it would have made everything easier, you made this you know? You and that girl I live in constant anger since you both got into the town I can't concentrate it was when I started having this ideas, after we killed the first I understood what we had to do and it is all because of you Stiles, you woke up that part of me" She says with a sadistic laugh, "Thank you" She hisses on his ear.

Vernon starts kicking Derek's head on the floor, he look on his face… the remorse… "VERNON!" Stiles screams. "You don't have to do this!" He pleads "You are not a bad guy!"

Vernon suddenly stops and cranes his neck toward him, "I'm sorry" Says sincerely. "I have to do it for Erica, she is everything to me and even if what she is doing is wrong I'll be by her side no matter what" The wolf finishes without emotion on his voice and then comes back with Derek.

"You really thought you could stop us?" Erica laughs insanely "A human? What? You came here to save your boyfriend Scotty?" She mocks "It is so sad, Isaac must have killed him by now"

"I wouldn't be so sure" Stiles replies in a snort, geez! What the hell is he doing? He should scared as mouse in facing the fattest cat in the world, but he is not, he is angry fuck that he is furious! He wants to make them pay he wants to make them suffer.

"What do you mean?" She demands puzzled.

"How do you think I found out that you were here?" He says with a sneer.

There is pause where all Stiles can hear is Derek's howls and groans while Vernon kicks him.

"That son of the bitch, he betrayed us doesn't he?"

"Derek is everything to him, he is a true leader not you" Stiles laughs "The wolves will never bend their knees to you Erica they will be loyal to Derek just like Isaac is"

"I'm not surprise" She replies dryly "I'll hunting after we are done with you boys, maybe I'll Jackson to kill him, it will be a good training for him"

Jackson? Fuck! Had they leave already?

There is a shriek and then a moan, there is a lot of confusion Stiles falls on the floor softening his fall with his arms as he quickly turns to find Erica taking a piece of glass off from her arm.

"I would never be part of whatever you crazy bitch are up to" Jackson says defiantly.

The jock rapidly approaches Stiles and helps him stand who his staring at him openmouthed… Jackson… is…pretty brave!

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Erica shrills swinging a hand and sending Jackson flying away in the darkness. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU ALL!"

"Lydia run!" Jackson says while he flies back and hits his head against the mirrors on his back.

"Jackson!" Lydia cries from the spot where Stiles left them.

"Don't move!" Stiles orders to the girl while scoots back, Erica is slowly approaching him with anticipation on her two colored glowing eyes she is tasting the moment as if she is finally reaching what she wanted most in her life!

There is painful moan next to them and both look at her left, Vernon fell to his side he is desperately holding his left arm is hold his right which has an arrow coming in and out from the other side.

Stiles stares confused at Derek who is now standing, another arrow flies toward Erica and Stiles' place and both flinch and then is when he see it a light slowly walks from the shadows with shape of a woman…no… a girl… Allison! The spark burst in Stiles' chest and then the girl rapidly approaches Derek taking a knife from her belt.

"Allison!" Stiles screams as Derek back-flips Allison's attack.

Stiles runs and steps in the middle of them, the look on her face… She is charged with so much fury and hate, is like staring into the eyes of a heartless machine.

"Allison! It is not him I promise!" He says quickly. Oh god what is she doing here?

Allison quickly stops and puts her knife back in her belt, that god!

She takes two guns and points at Stiles' forehead. Oh shit! OH SHIT! This is it… he is going to die!

"My business are with him, you better stay away from me if you want to live Stiles"

"Allison please!" He says rising his arms. "He is not the bad guy I promise. Is them!" Stiles points at Erica and Vernon's confused faces. "They did all this! They killed those guys and made us believe it was Scott, you have to believe me!"

Allison snorts "Where is Scott? He is the next on my list"

"Allison please! Scott didn't do anything wrong, he didn't know he was a werewolf he didn't know!"

Oh shit why this happening right now?

"This son of the bitch murdered my mom!" Allison roars "I'm gonna kill him! Don't try to stop me" She warms.

"It wasn't him Allison it was a trap!" He says trying calm her down.

"What?" The girl says off ward, when Erica sends her flying back with a punch on her face.

"Allison!" Lydia cries.

"Lydia don't move!" Jackson says from Stiles' back, he is conscious again. Good!

Erica jumps over Allison "Don't' you dare to shot me an arrow again you stupid little girl" She shouts.

Stiles looks back at the time Vernon launches himself over Derek and Stiles quickly grabs a piece of glass and stabs him in the stomach, the wolf growls and the blood starts staining Stile's hands.

When Stiles looks back Erica is running toward them, and then he hears the shots, the she-wolf dodges the fires and hides in the shadow, Stiles hurries to stand next to Allison who is holding to guns and is spinning quickly in all directions trying to find her target.

"You have to believe me" Stiles says trying to calm her down. "They are the bad guys not us!"

"You lied to me" Allison says with anger still focused on the shadows.

"You have been lying to me all this time, about being a Binder about Scott, about the things that happen when we are together"

"Me? You are the one trained to hunt and kill werewolves you have lived your whole life learning bindings and ways to poison wolves!" He shots back feeling his blood boiling.

"I didn't!" She cries shooting to the shadows.

Suddenly a shape charges against them and both duck, Derek grabs Vernon and throws him away, Erica comes too and Allison kicks her in the neck making her fall on her back.

The both reach her while she stares at them with burning multicolor eyes. "I had to learn by myself the last month" Allison says in her defense.

"Me too!" Stiles says moody "It happened too fast! I couldn't just show up and tell you about all the crap that has been going on in the town you have thought I was crazy!"

Allison detaches her eyes from Erica and looks straight at Stiles, the spark burst inside him and by the look on her face she just felt it too.

"Erica!" Vernon whines with fear in his voice.

Allison and Stiles come back to reality, with the corner of his eyes Stiles gets a sight of Derek grabbing Vernon by his neck.

"Scott broke up with you when he found out what he was, he was trying to protect you from himself" He says hoping to calm down his friend's anger at least a little.

"Allison?" Lydia's voice says at their backs. "Are you going to kill her?" There is fear on her voice, Stiles doesn't need to watch her face to know how terrified she is.

"What are they doing here?" Allison asks.

"They were planning on biting them" Stiles explains.

Allison tights her grip on her gun and Stiles gaps "Wait" He says raising a hand to stop her, he can see the utter panic in the she-wolf eyes.

"What happened to the girl?" Stiles asks to Erica.

The she wolf frowns "Who?"

"The missing girl… is she dead?"

"I don't know what you are talking about" Erica says spiting blood on their faces.

"Don't lie!" Stiles grunts, "You are done… you have nowhere to scape… this is it Erica, tells us the truth if the girl is still alive you can go, but never come back!"

"What a nice boy, he is willing to spare your life if you tell him about the missing girl" A mysterious voice says from the darkness.

A shiver runs down Stile's back.

"It is a shame you know nothing about it Erica" The voice continues and the slender shape of a girl comes to the light.

She tall with brown skin and long curly hair, there is something familiar about her but Stiles is not sure…

"Lauren?" Allison says openmouthed.

"You know me?" The girl says surprised.

"You go to school with us" Allison points out.

"Amazing and I thought that no one knew I existed"

Derek growls at Stiles back… "She is a wolf"

"Guilty" The girl giggles with an innocent smile.

"What is going on?" Vernon says from Derek's grasp.

"Nothing Vernon I just came to deliver a message and maybe collect a little"

"How do you know our names?" Erica demands.

"It is Job Erica to know everything about you since you killed Patrick"

"Patrick?" Stiles frowns.

"Do you really though that we hadn't been watching you? We have always been here… EVERYWHERE" The girl snorts.

Stiles parts his lips to talk when dozens of shadows suddenly move and before he realize Erica and Vernon are both standing before the girl looking as confused as Stiles is right now.

"We have been looking at you Derek. All your moves, learning of your strategy, especially me… I've been curious about why the Fenrir is so interested in you"

Fenrir? Stiles stomach plunges down.

"You are one of his toys uh?" Derek says with despise on his voice.

"You will be one soon too" Lauren points out with a smirk.

"I don't think so" Derek replies.

"I thought you would say that, I was sent here to watch you boys and make an offer… you join us Derek or we are going to kill each and every one of your friends… all the people that you cares about until there is no one left"

Derek snorts "The hunters took care of that years ago"

"Oh really?" Lauren chuckles and then rises one hand and snaps her fingers.

Before them appears two large and bold men with perfectly attractive human features one taking Lydia and the other Jackson both clasping their mouths.

Stiles' heart stops, he can feel it his heart stopped beating and now he is falling… he is sinking.

"Let them go!" Derek growls.

"It seems like you really like these kids" Lauren says arching a brow "And you barely know them"

"I wonder what would happen if…" She snaps her fingers again.

And before Stiles gets a chance to react there is a new enormous shadow in from of him, this wolf doesn't touch or do anything to him just stands there menacing.

"It would be a shame to kill everyone in this town just to make you cooperate don't you think?"

"Mother fuckers! You murdered my family!" Erica shrieks launching herself toward Lauren.

And it happens again, she is so fast Stiles can't watch her moving all he can see is Erica flying backwards

"Don't make me kill you Erica" Lauren says despiteful "The Fenrir is eager to give you your own pack"

"We wouldn't join you ever!" Vernon says as he runs to meet with his lover in the back of the room.

"Are you in the human's side?" Lauren arches a brow. "The ones that made the curfews, that monsters that hunts our kind and treat us like feral beast! The ones that one to control us, you stupid boy the Fenrir what he had to for us to save us… the humans are gathering right now they are planning a war against us do you really think they will leave you live if you say them that you don't like us?" She chuckles.

"The Fenrir murdered those who didn't want to cooperate who believed in all that coexisting crap that killed the Hale family! You can't pretend to be their pets… is that what you want Vernon? Be a pet?"

"You talk too much for a girl who has been just bitten" Derek points out slowly approaching Stiles and Allison's captors.

"You are right I was a human agent until two days ago" She grants him "I came as a sample, I just repeat what the Fenrir can't say in person because he is too busy on a search right now but he wanted you to look at me… how many time you lost with Scott Derek? How many moths? And just today he finally left behind his savage form… I reached my ultimate form and I'm on full control of…."

There is a breaking glass noise and then a loud snarl, Stiles quickly turns on his heels at the time he sees a gigantic black wolf coming in from the windows, it moves quick and gracefully on the air, before anyone has time to react it launches over Allison's captor there is a groan and a moan and the human shaped wolf fall aside covered in blood. The one in front of Stiles steps back growling at Scott but still remains there without doing anything.

Stiles slowly kneels and grabs another shard of mirror focusing on the wholes that have Jackson and Lydia captive, his heart rate came out of control long ago and though his mind is clouded and dizzy he keeps fighting to stay awake, to stay alive.

"The beautiful and charming Scott McCall" Lauren says staring at the wolf that don't misses its chance to show her the long rows of teeth.

Stiles can see Allison shaking next to him he wishes he could move to help her stand still but he is too scared… they are too fast.

"I always fancied about getting in the boy's locker room while you bathed you know?" Lauren laughs.

Scott growls.

"Don't look at me that way puppy momma Derek did a really bad job with you but we can't take care of you… take you beyond your capability my offer Vernon and Erica it's the same for you Scott… join us, leave Derek and don't worry about him he will join us soon later"

Scott growls again.

"Whatever" The girl replies as if she could understand what Scott meant to say.

The black furred wolf jumped over Lauren with its massive muzzle wide open showing all its sharp fangs.

Slowly and gracefully Lauren kneels and spins on the floor below Scott's body with an unnatural elasticity, she looks up as the boy-wolf's body passes above her and she quickly starts doing small and short touches all over the wolf's body. When she stands up again Scott is lying on the floor naked and unconscious.

"That was your secret weapon Derek?" Lauren says with disappointment on her voice.

Stiles stares at Scott's unconscious body. It is too much information… they are here… The wolves are here and Derek's pack is broken he has no one to help him, the town will fall and the era of the werewolves will start it will be the apocalypse Deaton was right! Deaton was right!

"As I was saying before Erica and Vernon I'm on the full control of my abilities even though today is full moon… you can join us and learn and live or you can become humans' pets and die"

"You won't win" Stiles mumbles with his voice shaking.

"Excuse me?" Lauren says moving her head toward him.

"You won't win" Stiles repeats "YOU WON'T WIN!"

"Stiles, Stiles, Stiles" She says wandering "I don't know what are you doing here, you are just a skinny and stubborn human, and actually I came to that conclusion months ago… I… I realized that there wasn't anything remarkable about you despite you know… something I just feel right now… your reek of death but besides that you are nothing else than a pain in the ass. Erica was right she should have killed you months ago, I think I won't make that same mistake"

Stiles steps back but is too late, she is already in front of him with a sadistic mock on her face.

"Stay away from him" Allison cries and shots her gun but Lauren isn't there anymore, actually she is right behind Allison.

"Allison!" Stiles shouts.

The girl turns on her heels as fast as she can, but it is impossible for her to even Lauren's speed, Stiles launches himself in the middle grabbing Allison by the hand and rising his other to protect himself while tugs Allison behind, the girl rises her other arm too.

"Look out" Both cry to each other at the unison. The spark burst… no it is not a spark it is an electric shock he can feel it running through his body and can hear cutting the air in half.

An intense but brief light fills the room illuminating everything and then a blast pushes them aside while the world spins in different shades of light blue, shards of glass sink below Stile's back and chest as they roll on the floor backwards.

When Stiles stands Allison and him are still holding hands, his face is burning and all his hair has been pulled up as in bad hair day, he looks at his side with his head still spinning Allison looks the same way he feels, both are breathless and shocked. He looks ahead the room is cleared in the middle of the of the spot lighted by the full moon the floor has a charred circle as if a fire was lit just seconds ago in that same spot. Next to it is Lauren shaking uncontrollably.

"A light bolt" Allison and Stiles says again on unison and stare at each other stunned.

How is that possible?

"What?" Lauren tries to say in a pant, "What did you do to me?" She roars, her face is even blacker than Allison's and her hair is all disheveled as well, she is having a hard time to stand.

One of her twenty companions hurry to help her stand.

"What did you do?" Roars again.

Stiles doesn't' know what to reply, he doesn't know what just happened to them.

He struggles to stand and then the most horrifying sound in the world fills the air, it is an high pitched and powerful buzzing that makes him fall on his knees, at first he thinks he is shaking but then he realizes that it is the floor that is trembling, some mirrors and walls fall as all of them cover their ears to protect themselves for the overwhelming and scaring feeling that makes Stiles crumble on his feet reliving his most frightening nightmares. He starts puking over himself and he can see that Allison is doing it too, actually everyone is doing it, it is disgusting and unsetting it like if the earth itself is living creature letting out the scariest snarl in the whole world, something like a thunder mixed with the cry of millions of dying animals, his head is aching, it doesn't matter how much he tries to protect his ears it doesn't work he can feel it inside himself eating him by inside knocking the air out of his lungs taking the life away from him.

It stops. As unannounced and random as it started it stops.

"What… what was that?" Allison asks breathless next to him.

"The sound of a thousand wolves three cities away" One of the wolves next to Lauren reply.

"It's time to go" Says the wolf holding Lauren.

"They won't get away with it" She says biting her lips with her large fangs.

"We are leaving!" She orders to the rest of the wolves, and all of them stand including Erica and Vernon "But first" She says with an odious grin.

"Here is a present Derek in exchange for the two wolves we're taking from your pack" She spills out with extreme pleasure in her voice.

"No!" Lydia's voice cry.

Stiles jerks up his neck following the scream.

"Lydia!" Jackson shrieks.

Stiles tries to run toward them but he is too dazed his mind to cloud his body too lifeless and he falls on the floor his head facing the cheerleader and the jock. He is holding her by the hand and pulling of her while two wolves try to split their grasp as they dig their fangs in their necks.

"I love you" Jackson says as the tears run down his cheeks mixing with the blood that comes from his neck. "I love you"

"We will come for you Derek, you better be ready for us" Lauren announces as she gets swallowed by the shadows.

The wolves throws their bloody bodies on the floor and even though they are both unconscious by the shocked and blood loss they are still holding hands.

They are gone now. Stiles relives the last ten minutes of the fight in his head over and over again, while he struggles to stand the lightning the blood, the lovers his head aches… he is losing it… he is losing it… he can hear Allison crying, she is now with Lydia and Jackson touching their cheeks, he knows Derek is saying something but he can listen, he doesn't get a word.

"…House" Derek says and Stiles comes back to real world. "Quickly!"

"What?" Stiles asks still dazed.

"We have to take them to Deaton's house!" Derek says with agitated voice and then Stiles quickly stands… that's it… that's it, they just have to take them with Deaton he will save them… he will save them.

His mind is absent the whole way to Dr. Deaton's place his T-shirt is all drenched in Jackson's and Lydia's blood of what he can think is that they are there lying in the back seat dying and he can't help thinking in Jackson's words before he fainted and how strong is their grip even now when they are in the back, he would like to take them to a hospital but he knows that it is impossible they wouldn't know what to do with them in the best scenario they would die on ER but it doesn't matter now he is willing to swallow his proud and throw himself on Deaton's knees if he needs to. He will do everything in his power to save them.

When he stops the car Deaton and Marin are already outside the house both wearing scrubs. They have been waiting for them, once again they knew.

They get out of the car as fast they can and start carrying the bodies of the lovers inside, they agree to leave Scott rest some more they are not sure what Lauren did to him but he's breathing is steady so they don't worry much about him and rather to leave him in the truck while they are inside the house.

The house is lit all the furniture has been previously moved away to give them space, Derek carries Lydia's body inside carefully while Allison and Stiles' struggle with Jackson's heavy body helped by Marin whose clothes are starting to get stained with the boy's blood.

They take them to the basement and put both over the tables prepared, when they are both laying on their place Deaton steps in the middle and clears his throat.

"I must be honest" The doctor says with a grim face. "I have only enough herbs for one, the other will have to face the change"

"If you knew… If you knew why you didn't collect enough? Why you didn't?"Stiles roars fighting back his tears.

"It had to happen this way" Marin says with sad look on her eyes. "This decision had to be make. The other will be part of Derek's pack"

"Lydia" Stiles and Allison say at once. "Save her"

Deaton nods "Alright"

Marin hurries to step next to Jackson carrying shinning silver chains with her and then starts tying Jackson to the table. "Can I at least use morphine on him?" She asks with hoarse voice.

Her dad nods.

"It won't stop him from changing, but at least it will help him with the pain"

"Lydia" Deaton says with a smirk "You will be just fine in a couple of hours"

Stiles stays there in silence between Allison and Derek all of them staring at the cheerleader's body, wearing the dress Stiles helped her to pick it is now ruined with all that blood. He tries to swallow the lump on his throat but it is impossible he is not strong enough he will…

Allison starts crying, Stiles puts a hand on her shoulder and she rests her head on him, he feels the spark that announces his imminent death on that same girl's hands but he ignores it she needs someone to rely on and he needs to feel useful so he doesn't break to mourn too.

"How is that…?" Deaton suddenly says frowning.

"What?" Stiles asks with trembling voice.

"The bite… it wasn't supposed to be in her neck" Deaton mutters thoughtful.

"What do you mean?" Marin asks detaching her eyes from Jackson to look at her dad arching a brow.

"When I saw it… it was in… her leg"

"What does that mean?" Derek inquires gaping.

There is a pause where Deaton cranes his neck toward Stiles or Allison he can't tell which one of them but again there is that look… that puzzled and unfamiliar look on his eyes as if he is trying to look through them.

He shakes his head "Nothing" He mumbles with doubt on his voice "Maybe I'm just confused and don't remember well what I've saw"

After that they stay in silence for hours looking at Deaton mixing herbs putting some leaves on Lydia's neck. The times Jackson started shaking violently on his table Allison and Stiles had to look away and clasp their ears, it was too painful to stare and disturbing to hear the clattering of the chains against the metal table.

At three in the morning or so Deaton starts knitting Lydia's wound and they all start feeling a little calmer about it thought there are millions of questions on Stiles' mind though he has been avoiding to think about them, Lydia and Jackson are their main concern right now and it is the only thing matters.

"It is done" Deaton announces whipping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, "you must take care of her, she can't get the bite again, if she gets bitten she will die almost instantly and there is nothing I will be able to do about it. Now I'll make sure it gets the more comfortable as possible for the boy"

"I wish we could do something to make it easier for her" Allison mutters.

"Change the story" Marin suggests.

Stiles snorts with sarcasm.

"I mean it" Marin says dryly. "Here" She addresses the drawer at her back and handles the book Deaton showed him the day before when they were taking care of Derek's wounds.

"It is called Revertere" She explains showing him the recipe in a parchment page. "It helps with stressful situations you change the story for someone taking a part of them"

"A part of them?" Allison repeats fearful.

"It can be anything deeply attached to the subject"

"Her hair" Stiles mutters.

"Yes it could be her hair" The girl agrees.

Stiles comes back to life and walks toward Marin "I need scissors"

"In the third drawer at the left"

After hearing Marin's instructions Stiles hurries to run to the drawer, inside there are some paper cuts that looks ancient and in languages he hadn't see below them is are a pair of rusty scissors. He grabs them and hurries to run to the table he stumbles on his way and feels the sharp and cold cut of the ice metal on his palm that rapidly drenches on his warm blood.

He lets out a cry of pain holding his palm with his other hand.

"I told you to not run with scissors" Deaton says stubbornly without looking at him.

"Give it to me" Allison says stretching a hand to Stiles.

He gives her the scissors and she helps him stand, while he presses the hem of his shirt in the wound to stop the painful bleeding.

"Let me see it" Derek orders taking him by the forearm and rising the injured palm to take a closer look.

Stiles' feels his cheeks burning while the werewolf takes a look at his wounded hand. "Don't" He hurries to say knowing Derek's intention. "I need it" He assures "I need it to know that I'm not crazy at least not yet"

Derek's blue flames meet Stile's eyes for a second then let's his grasp from the boys' arm.

"Cut a strand of hair and throw it around the body describing a circle three times in clockwise direction whispering the things you want her to forget. Then do the same four times counterclockwise telling her the story you want her to believe" Marin instructs and Allison nods.

The girl approaches Lydia's still body with shaky hands, Stiles watches her take a deep breath but it doesn't help she won't stop shaking and mourning.

"Let me help you" Derek suggests reaching her.

"Don't touch me!" Allison cries glaring at him and taking another deep breathing to start cutting.

It takes Allison half an hour to complete the binding half hour that seems for them even more difficult than the operation. When she is done Dr. D tells them that is safe to take her home.

When they come out of the house Stiles gets a glimpse of a golden light in the horizon, it is the birth of a new day and even thought it looks like the end Stiles now knows it is only the beginning, soon they will come and they need to be ready to probably die fighting to protect their home and the people they love.

When Derek gets Lydia in the back seat Stile's notices that the trunk is empty, the pain strikes him in the chest.

"He will be back" Derek assures with deep voice. "He just needs time to assimilate what just happened"

Stiles nods and climbs up in his jeep, he takes his keys and they fall from his hand on his feet, he bends to take them back and starts looking again for the gas' key but his hands won't stop trembling, it doesn't matter how many times he washed them he keeps seeing the blood on them Lydia's and Jackson's blood on his hands, they are alive, they are safe, but what are they going to do now? They won't be so lucky the next time.

"I'll drive" Derek says snatching the keys from his hands.

….

Allison follows Stile's jeep while they take Lydia back on her home, she can't stop thinking what the girl's parents must think about what happened that night Lydia's boyfriend is dead after all, that is what Stiles told her when she was casting the Revertere binding she had to adjust the story to the reality that they wouldn't be able to chance for her friend, the most painful part was to erase Jackson's words she can't stop feeling guilty because Lydia loved him and he loved her back but she will ever know that Jackson is now a werewolf and the best of them is to stay way if they want to keep Lydia she must keep thinking that Jackson doesn't love her, it hurts and its sad but it is for her own good.

Derek gracefully climbs' to Lydia's room window carrying the girl it is amazing how for a second he can look so human and even delicate in his actions she can't stop thinking about what Stiles said in that building about Derek not being the one who murdered her mom, but it doesn't make any sense, she heard Deaton telling the story to Stiles' after all, it just must be another lie, like the millions they told her the past months.

That Lydia is rest in her bed Allison can't stop feeling uneasy, she doesn't know where to go or what do to, she is lost, she said she didn't want to see her father anymore, but after all she has seen and done today the only thing she wants right now is to fall on his arm and tell him how scared she is how she still is a frightened little word that is afraid of the dark more than ever now, telling him how much she needs him right now when she saw the life almost fading away from her friends body and she needs rest and she her bed and she needs the things to come back to normal at least for one night on this case for one day, it is Saturday maybe if she comes inside he won't throw her away, he will let her rest in her bed and forget that all of this ever happened.

She takes the curb to her street while the golden light in the horizon stretches and she gets blinded by its shine, for a second there so much light that she is not sure if it is really dawn or midday, it is so bright she can't see, she can't see the way so she stops the car before crashing it and climbs down the finish her way on foot the problem is that her house isn't there, just large pieces of debris and in a tall wall of fire is all what remains.

….

Derek Stops the car in front of Stiles' place and both climb down, it is over! It is finally over, at least for now. They both meet in front of the jeep.

"What now?" Stiles asks listless.

"I gotta train Jackson" Derek says with tiredness on his voice.

"Isaac?" Stiles suggests.

"What did you do to him?" Derek asks puzzled.

"Made him regret betraying you guys" Stiles says with a slight grin.

Derek smirks. "I'll need all the help I can get, if he is really repents what he did I guess I have no other choice than accept him back"

"You're not as bad as I thought" Stiles says surprised.

There is a long silence between the two. He fixes his eyes on Derek's chest now fully healed with no trace of the mortal wound that almost killed him just a day ago, werewolves are amazing.

Derek grumbles, "Didn't your mom thought you that staring is rude?" Asks the werewolf with sharp and flaring blue eyes.

"Didn't yours thought you that straggling people is too?" Stiles shots back thought feeling a little embarrassed.

"Are you starting with that again?" Derek replies rolling his eyes.

"Get over it Sparky I was just checking you were fine"

"How did you called me?" The werewolf growls, his temple's vein dangerously throbbing.

Stiles lets out a brief chuckle, wow he almost forgets the sound of his own laughs.

"What did you say before in that place about Allison's mother" Derek starts looking at him straight in the eyes.

Stiles steps back intimidated, fuck! He forgot he said that, shit! "I…"

"What?" Derek grunts.

He wishes he could tell him the truth, he wishes he could tell Derek that he isn't the monster he thinks he is but he is afraid that if Derek finds the truth will join forces with the Fenrir, he is starting to understand why Deaton never gets involve, it is too much pressure for a single human being to bear, dangerous information that could change everything, the path of the world hidden among words, is he doing the right thing?

"I just made it up to save your ass" Stiles lies looking away.

"Don't lie to me!" Derek menaces.

"I'm telling you the truth! Geez! Can't you just live with that? I saved your ass twice today can't you just be happy with it at least once?"

Derek's stark look softens for a second then he looks a little embarrassed, Stile's isn't sure if it is the sunrise but he can sure he just saw some blush under the werewolf's stubble.

You won't admit that a human saved you right? Bastard! He can't believe how proud this jackass can be!

"Three times" Derek says reestablishing the eye contact.

"What?" Stiles frowns.

"That thing you did… the lightning…saved us"

The lightning. He… doesn't want to think about it now. It looks like Derek gets it, their eyes are so close that he knows Derek can see his discomfort with the subject and he respects that because he doesn't mention it or say anything else for at least two minutes.

"Stiles" Derek mutters with deep voice.

Weird. He is not sure why but his name… just sounded odd to his own hears as if it wasn't his… Derek… then the memories come to his mind, all the times they have seen each other, Derek hadn't called him by his name not even once maybe that is the reason why his chest feels so funny and awkward right now. Derek finally acknowledges him.

"Yes?" Stiles asks breathless.

"Stay away from me" The wolf says with utter hatred on his voice.

Stiles stays standing there shocked and before he realizes Derek is gone.

He is about to get home to have well deserved full day sleep to try to forget all the shit they just came through but when is getting into the loan gets a glimpse of a lit window in the second story of the next door's house, he jumps the fence and comes through the broken barricade tape, opens the door and slowly closes him behind him, uneasy he climbs the stairs that take to Scott's room he opens the door and finds her. Scott's mom crouched on the floor holding Scott's blanket and silently mourning over it, she is wearing a white scrubs, was she… in the hospital? It doesn't matter she is fine now. Is she? Stiles slowly reaches her, she doesn't react or say anything about the blood over him, he just sits there next to her and then holds her body while she falls apart into pieces the same way she did for him just months ago. Stiles sighs, somewhere not far from there a lonely wolf is howling.

END OF THE FIRST HALF