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

24. Chapter 24

HE'S GONE

The dead body started reeking at record time. Such decomposition rate was startling to behold and more strangely was the fact of how sudden the storm died.

Everything is calm now. There is something disturbing about this entire situation. There aren't any sounds around, and maybe he is losing his mind, but the water that was over his ankle two seconds ago scarcely touches his soles.

This is a binding, but from who? Is that boy or his daughter really strong enough to almost drown the whole town with just their will-power?

And now the other bodies.

Chris looks at them openmouthed. The head of Theodore just a couple of feet behind him, with its eyes wide open from the moment he saw the beast dismember him. They say that a head lives for five seconds after being separated from the body. Werewolves are stronger than human. Their heads can last twenty seconds before finally dying, there is even a story among binders of a werewolf that fought for two hours without his head and he didn't die until he finished the last man of the army he was facing.

It is hard to image something worse than seeing your headless body from far behind.

Deborah's corpse is there too. She fell on her back and a tore branch came through her chest. Her eyes are wide open too, but she is not breathing. Her body is cold and stiff and there is no light in her pupils.

He must get out of his place as soon as he can. Now that the rain is gone it will be just a matter of seconds until they come for him. They are fast and strong, he is sore and tired. His best option is to leave the woods. They won't be able to follow him out, of course he will be exposed in the city too, but with some luck he might get to his apartment before they get him but…

He turns at his back.

There she is. The she-wolf he found the other day, the same one who trapped him, and also…The same one who helped him scape and told him how to get rid of that thing.

She knows things.

She saved him twice.

Damn it. Thinks Chris looking around hoping to not find Erica and the rest of the wolves. This choice seems right and wrong at the same time, she might kill him after all, but…He needs to know.

He takes her by the arms and starts dragging her. She is cold, but her body is warming up at an alarming rate. She will be awake in an hour or so. Now that the rain is gone he can see his way out. Luckily, his stash isn't too far from there.

It was a long and tedious journey. Her body was pretty heavy. He hadn't eat or sleep, he is exhausted and yet he managed to get her on his back and slowly walked away from that place carrying his hostage with him. It was difficult to get her inside, and probably she would have drown while he swum to get into his safe place. Werewolves are extremely heavy underwater despite humans, so it was a burden he thought he wouldn't be able to endure, but this was something he had to do.

Some branches he left there days ago are finally dry. After trying for twenty minutes he manages to light a fire. Above of it he puts what remains of the rabbit she caught for him days ago. His mouth waters when the grease begins to melt and drips on the floor and he throws himself on the ground to get some rest until it is ready, but he has no chance to do so.

She coughs and roars. Chris crouches, grabs one of his knives and pins her on the ground.

She looks around confused and scared.

He sits on top of her and squints. "Is time for you to talk" He grunts.

She looks up and meets her eyes with him. Her frightened expression turns now into a sneer and she snorts.

….

His scent is fading. It will be just a matter of minutes until he is completely gone.

Idiot.

"We must take him with Deaton" Says Jackson appearing suddenly next to Derek.

"There is no time to lose" Agrees Isaac with hitched breath. "How can we get there?"

Derek looks at dark patch were Allison was standing just a second ago. She is gone. The rain stopped instantly as soon as her arrow went through him. What that's supposes to mean? Was the storm his thing or hers?

The water is setting back to. Minutes ago he thought that if Allison didn't kill him they would drowned anyway with such amount of water. Now most of it is gone and he can see full dry patches around him.

Behind him, he can feel Isaac's presence approaching Stile's body. With his eyes still fixed on the road he parts his lips. "You shouldn't do that"

"Why not?" Asks Isaac's furious and frightened voice at Derek's back.

"Derek…" Jackson starts.

"If you take the arrow he will die faster" Derek explains sternly.

"So what do we do? Just stare at him until he dies?" Jackson says shocked.

"Don't watch if you don't want to" Derek replies with his eyes fixed on the road.

He didn't notice when Isaac takes him by the arm and makes him turn angrily.

"Look! Look at him! He is dying! Are you seriously telling me you don't care?"

Derek looks up, but his mind isn't doing so. His eyes are on Stiles bloody lips and the arrow that comes out from his chest, but he is not truly watching.

"I told him to stay out of our way. You told him too and he didn't listen"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jackson roars making Isaac to the side the pinch Derek with his finger in the chest as he makes him step back.

"He is hanging there because of you! He tried to save you!"

"He could just push…"

"He save your life you big sorry asshole! He has been there for us all this time! He helped Scott! He found the way to control him. He kicked my ass and went after you when Erica, Vernon and I tried to kill you! He saved us from that thing the other night! Don't have at least a bit of sympathy for him? He hadn't do nothing more all this time to get his ass in trouble for us this is how you thank him?" Isaac roars.

Derek can notices how his claws and fangs come out.

I don't owe him anything! I told him to stay away from all this and he didn't listen! "Go ahead, pull him down. Let him die in your arms while you take him to Deaton. He only has five minutes left anyway. He is dead, you guys have to let him go"

"I can't believe you're seriously saying that" Says Jackson with tears in his eyes.

"He is dead, is scent is almost gone"

His scent is almost gone. It is a weird thought. He know they can feel it too, along with Stiles scent, fear, anxiety and a burden…Something they have been living with for so long without noticing, is vanishing slowly. "You won't get to Deaton's at time"

"I'm fast" Jackson reminds him. "I'm faster than you'll ever be Derek, I can get him there"

"Good luck then" Derek nods.

"Wait a second…." Isaac says frowning.

Derek and Jackson stare at him and unconsciously Derek looks at Stiles hanging there and his guts squirm.

He is not making a joke of it. He wouldn't shut up and now…He won't make his snarky remarks anymore.

"Scott is gone"

Derek snaps and looks around. He is right. Scott is gone. He probably went after Allison. Will he be able to…?

"There is no time for that. Let's go!" Jackson hurries them.

Isaac approaches Stile's body while Jackson takes off all his clothes as the fur starts covering his body, until the boy is gone and replaced by a massive golden wolf.

They are trying it. Even when they now it is a lost case.

Just like Stiles had been doing until this very night.

….

He is gone.

That's the first thing that comes to her mind.

She doesn't understand what have happened. The last thing she recalls in being in Scott's room reading the weather report about the storm.

The storm I made. Is it true that she was able to do such thing? How is it possible?

Her next memory comes from the moment she felt on her knees and then started running away.

She can't explain why but…She knows. She hurt Stiles.

She murdered him.

She falls over the cold and rusty street. She just scrapped her knees and the blood starts streaming down.

She is bleeding, both in the inside and the outside.

He is gone.

She put an end to her best friend's life. Not just her best friend.

My other half. She thinks frightened. A lump climbs to her throat.

She wanted to kill Derek, it was him! Everything is his fault! His mother died because of him!

Why? Why it had to be Stiles? Why?

"Stiles please" She says breathless as she stands up and continues her run.

A howl.

A frightened howl not so far from her.

Allison know notices it. She can't actually measure the distance. All the lights in the town are out.

The rain stopped, the storm faded though the clouds remain. Everything around her is black as ink. She has been running for at least fifteen minutes in absolute darkness.

Another howl. Nearer this time.

She would think she fell in some kind of void if it wasn't because the temperature in the air is dropping at an alarming rate. She is shivering and now she can see her own breath. It's the only thing she can get glimpse of in this eternal nothing that has slumbered in the town.

Her knees are even colder. Right where she just hurt herself, she can feel the cold creeping like a living thing into her body. She can't remember putting on that skirt or anything else.

God! What is going on to her? Why she can't remember what happened?

When another howl cuts the quietness of the night she keeps running and trips again. This time she isn't fast enough and before she realizes the ground hits her forehead.

The hard struck stuns her and she sees him in the stop bus long ago when they met for the first time.

"My name is Stiles" He says in her mind.

That was the first time she felt the…

The spark Allison thinks with terror.

She jolts with trembling hands and tears in her eyes. She looks at her right hand. Stiles…Stiles was always there…She could feel him every day of her life in her right hand, the same right hand that…Shoot that arrow.

That's what she saw right before running away. Stiles hanging several feet from the ground with an arrow that came through his heart. An arrow poisoned with the foulest of venoms.

I killed him. She realizes now. She actually did it. She shot the arrow that murdered him. That broke their bond and lit off their spark.

She desperately touches her face her arms her body. He is gone…She can't understand why but…

Another howl. Just a couple of feet behind.

Allison runs faster.

She can't understand why but she feels empty, as if something have been just sucked out of her. She can't feel him anymore. She didn't notice, but he was always there. Stiles was always inside of her mind and heart and now he has been replaced by a void. All she can't find is darkness. It is killing her.

She is fading. She is becoming insane. She doesn't know how or why she did it. All she knows is that he is gone, and a part of her faded with him.

She knocks her head again, this time without falling.

It is a soft and shaggy surface. She looks up and finds a pair of glowing red eyes. The only thing she has seen in almost half an hour.

Her heart skips a beat and she falls on her butt, shifting backwards as it remains still and the puffs of whiff come out fast an heavily from its nostrils.

"S…Scott?" She stutters before standing up quickly to run away from him as fast as her legs allow her.

She trips again. Her knees meet the street's concrete anew, but her face finds leaves and a soft and cold muddy soil.

He roars at her back.

She recovers and gets into the woods desperate to find a way to wake up from this nightmare.

….

It is pitch dark all around him. All he can see is the golden tail of the wolf several feet ahead of him.

He is right. He is faster than I though. Thinks Derek as he runs in his human form along with Isaac.

He has been counting the seconds from the moment the arrow seized Stiles. They just got three minutes left. Even when Jackson has made a stunning run toward Deaton's home, it is a lost cause. There is no time left for them to save Stiles' life.

Stiles. How weird his name sounds now, as if it was something for a very distant past. He feels like it's been ages since he saw him for the first time in the woods with Allison sharing stories about their mothers' deaths.

He recalls the way the boy looked at him when he told them they couldn't be there. He said something dumb and snarky as he always used to. He pretended to be brave, but Derek could smell his fear from leagues and also so other disturbing, heartwarming and scary things. Just as he felt them in her.

It is almost more unbelievable the way he fought tonight. How he humiliated that pair of bipedalist in front of them. He has always been strong. Derek knew that, but he never thought he could achieve such things neither that he would be able to have such control to even stop a lighting with his bare hands and not suffer any kind of wounds. Even more shocking when the line he drew around the woods the past days came into equation. It should have drained all his strength. It should have leave him defenseless against those wolves, and yet he kept fighting and succeeded.

He fought Allison too, and also said so incoherent things. Things Derek would like to ask him if he wasn't dead.

What used to be an intoxicating and frightening reek that covered miles and miles around the boy, now is just a small foul whiff. He has no doubt the Fenrir must be aware now that the boy's life has come to an end.

Maybe it was Stiles, maybe he was the reason they didn't attack at once or took Derek captive when he offered himself the other night. They might have thought it was a trap, considering Stile's powerful and terrifying stupor that lingered on Derek's skin even several hours after taking a bath.

Maybe they will attack now that he is gone.

He hopes they do. He will chop the Fenrir's head with his bare hands and put an end to this nonsense once and for all. If he can. The STCU must be aware by now of what has been happening in the town. He just hope Scott gets the change to finish him at time to rid himself of the burden he have put on his shoulder and save himself from the consequences.

He is there. He might not see anything but Jackson, but his feet know the way by the own.

The golden wolf stops to a halt and Stile's body bounces up by the sudden break.

He should have known Jackson couldn't carry him. That fool, he didn't even know Stiles that well, they barely talked at school when Stiles moved in the town. Derek knows Stiles didn't like Jackson much because of what happened with Lydia. Maybe he didn't intent to but his ears were stubborn and liked to listen things didn't concern him. That's why he knows Stiles wouldn't have liked to be taken by Jackson.

It shouldn't have been him.

Now he will fall on the cold street.

Slowly Stiles' body is claimed by gravity and he starts falling down. The golden wolf leaps and in a blink he comes back to be a blonde human boy and now his arms are outstretched to catch Stiles.

He have gained control in short time.

"Deaton!" Jackson shouts at the house.

As soon as Derek addresses him, he notices that Deaton home's lights are lit. It has to be some kind of binding, because you can't notice it until you're right in front of it facing the invisible walls that keeps them away.

"Is he still breathing?" Isaac asks with concern when he stops next to them.

"Slower at every minute, I can't hardly feel his heartbeat" Jackson says quickly before focusing his eyes back to Deaton's front door. "Deaton!"

Derek peers from Jackson's back. He is there lying limp like a rag doll. His skin as turned so pale he might vanish in the wind.

Derek balls his hands and Stiles eyes pop open.

Derek's heart lurches and Jackson and Isaac gasp astonished.

Stiles' arms fly quickly and Derek steps back taken by surprise, but instead of looking for him they yank Jackson by the shoulders making him bend before the boy's face as he makes an effort to stand. Sweat runs down his temple. His eye's underline are turning yellowish and his mouth looks now as dry as parchment.

"You won't die" Derek manages to understand from the scrappy nonsense that escapes from Stile's lips. "You hear me? I won't let you die"

"S…Stiles I'm fine, there…Is nothing wrong with me" Jackson replies hoarsely. Derek doesn't need to look at him to know he is sobbing.

Stupid cub.

"It is the fever and the poison" Derek explains rolling his eyes. Doesn't he know anything? It is just Stiles being the same dumb boy he always has been. Making promises he knows he can't keep.

He knew he couldn't keep.

"Deaton!" Isaac Joins Jackson.

"Derek you got Deaton's number right? Call him now!" Jackson urges him.

"You won't give me or…" Derek was saying when the Binder's voice interrupted him.

"That won't be necessary" Deaton says sternly as he sits on the steps of his portico.

"Deaton please! You need to help stiles, Allison…" Jackson starts.

"I know what she did" Deaton cuts him dry. Maybe Derek can't smell Deaton's scent now because of the barrier, but he can tell he is upset.

"You need to help us!" Isaac urges him.

Deaton stays seated in the steps wearing his bedclothes.

"Why you won't let us in? He's dying!" Isaac growls.

"It must happen this way"

Derek listens the words that sign Stile's death warrant and nods as Isaac and Jackson exchange glances openmouthed.

"But…Why? Why would you let him die?" Jackson stutters taken aback.

"He must die for the greater good"

"You should save him! Just as you saved me!" Jackson growls. "This is unfair"

Twenty six, twenty seven.

Deaton scratches his chin and for half a second Derek can notices his hand's quivering. "I tried to save him. I told him to stay away from you many times and he didn't listen. If you want to save the town and everyone you love, let him die"

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!" Isaac bawls throwing himself toward Deaton and being expelled back by the invisible wall that protects his house.

"None of the shit he says ever makes sense" Derek snorts.

"Shut up Derek! Shut up! I'll kill you here! I swear! This is all your fault! He took an arrow to save your sorry ass and you…"

"I never asked him to do it!"

Thirty three, thirty four.

"It doesn't matter, if the situation would have been the other way around, he would have been here. With his chicken arms! Carrying your body, begging Deaton to save you, because no one else would have come, because the only person who ever cared about you is dying on my arms" Jackson cried out furious.

Derek's nostrils inflates as he breathes in furious. "Don't you think I don't know that? But I knew this would happen! This is way I told you back there to forget about it. It doesn't matter how much you care about that moron. He will die anyway because Deaton doesn't care about anyone but his daughter and himself. He will do whatever it takes to stay safe! That is why I told you that back then, so you won't be this disappointed. I know he would have threatened him, break the line and force him to save any of us, but we can't bind. We can't cross this line and we can't save him.

"That's not en…" Deaton tried to say but Isaac cut him off.

"Why? You saved. Derek, Jackson and Lydia. Why won't you save Stiles? Why?" Isaac demands.

"For you to live. You all need to live. You all needed to stay alive for the yet to come. He should have died much earlier for all of you to live at the end, for Allison to save as many lives as she can in her wake to stop all this madness but you…"

"Save lives? She just killed him!" Isaac roared.

Fifty eight, fifty nine, sixty. Derek swallows and clears his throat. "It doesn't matter now. She used Temero on him, and seven minutes have already passed"

He is gone.

….

Rosemary.

Red, left, right.

Soft mud. Red.

Old paper, cold, leaves. Many leaves all dead. Sunny days, water splashes, joy and rain. Flowers, thousands of them and dead butterflies.

Red.

Red.

Red.

Two hundred paws away.

Rosemary.

One hundred and fifty.

Shrieks.

Black, endless void.

A trunk, a dead deer, the bliss of her scent in her neck.

Ripe peach he craves to taste.

Red. Redder.

He told him once to think as a hero.

He is gone now.

"And then I just kissed her and she slapped me" He chuckles in his mind.

"I told you not go after her Scott. Carrie just likes jocks and let's face it, we both are losers" Stiles grins passing him the bottle.

Red.

He.

Is

Gone.

"You're not going to Portland alone!"

"But mom!"

"You're thirteen Scott, you seriously think I'm going to give you my car to go on your own to that stupid concert? I can't go with you boys. I have to work. I'm really sorry but we won't discuss this anymore"

"I told you she wouldn't change her mind"

"Yeah that sucks, but…She will be working the whole night…I don't think she will…"

"Stiles! Are you suggesting that we should steal her car? What's going on with you? You're supposed to be the one to takes those ideas out of my mind!"

"So what? We both know we're going to do it anyway"

Red.

One hundred paws.

"I'm really sorry Stiles"

"Thank you for coming"

"I wouldn't ever leave you alone in this. She was like a mother for me too"

"I know"

Red.

Fifty paws away.

"You are a hero ok? You're not a monster, you're going to do great things. You're going to protect your mom, and Allison and all the town. I know you can do it! I know it, just think as a hero. Think as a hero and everything will be fine"

Ten paws away.

She is breathless and sniveling.

He can almost taste her sour tears.

Her ankles. He can see them now, urgently running away. Blood beating through them, just a single slash and she will be his.

Red.

"I'm pathetic"

"You tried to kill yourself!"

"I know! As soon as I make the cut the wound is already healing"

"He almost die today, looking for you by the way"

"Why? Why? After all I said and did to you why you still care about me? I feel it deep inside me, I'm a monster. I want to dismember people I can feel it, so why?"

"Because you're my friend, and no matter what, I'll always be by your side!"

"You're not bad Scott, I don't care what you think. You're the nicest guy I now and I would let that all this crap sink you! I'll stay by your side even if you try to push me aside, ignore me or kill me"

Stiles.

"Scott?" She cries.

Red.

"Scott? I don't know what happened ok? I didn't want to hurt him! I know I did it, but I can't even remember! Something is happening to me! I wouldn't ever hurt him! He is my friend!"

He keeps listening to this noise, those…Are…Words, but…He can't…Understand their meaning.

Stiles.

Red.

Rosemary. Flowers and death.

Stiles would have known what her words meant, he knows everything. He knew everything. He knew how to stop him, he did it before, but he can't do it now.

She falls on the soil.

He lumbers.

"Scott, please let me explain you, you're scaring me"

That noise…He can…Almost…Understand it.

He would have known, he would have, but there is nothing where he used to be.

His scent is gone.

His laughs are gone.

His jokes.

His stubbornness.

His cleverness.

His joy.

His life.

Red.

He is gone.

"You are a hero ok? You're not a monster, you're going to do great things. You're going to protect your mom, and Allison and all the town. I know you can do it! I know it, just think as a hero. Think as a hero and everything will be fine"

She covers her head with her arm.

His claws get inside and she gasps.

RED

….

She tries to sit but he beckons with his eyes to not even think about it.

"Can you at least take this thing off? It hurts like a bitch" She complains pointing at his knife in his arm with her eyes.

He takes his knife.

Her grimace softens as the wound disappears in matter of seconds, but before giving her any chance to counter-attack he pins her back to the ground digging deeper in her skin.

She cries in pain. "Motherfucker" She cries. "Where…Where are we?"

"Does it matter? You will die tonight anyway" He assures sternly.

She gasps and looks around. "What a crappy place" Snorts a bit more steady. "I would expected more from the famous longshot Argent"

"What did you expected to find? A full-sized screen? You destroyed my home"

She rolls her eyes. "I didn't take part on that. Your beloved nephews did it. Damian was really pissed off. He almost killed them, but they just laughed. They said it would be too boring to just kidnap you. They wanted you to be the prey for once"

Chris blinks astonished. He can't believe how cruel they could be.

That thought did cost him dearly. He doesn't realizes he softened his grip of the knife and in a blink she knocks him to the side and removes it.

Chris falls on his back as she quickly immobilizes his legs sitting on top of him and pins his hands to the rocky floor using hers.

"That's better" She chuckles. "I've always liked to be on top"

Chris tries to fight back, but she is too strong.

She looks more carefully to the place.

"The…Only way out of here is swimming?" She says shocked.

Chris nods.

"That's why we couldn't find you in the cave. This place is hidden underwater. You should turn off that fire or we might run out of air soon"

"There is a small hole above, enough air comes through there"

"But not enough smoke" She points out. "Wow, you got a dead wish, it would be better if you just smoked a whole cigarettes' box at once"

"This is the better I place I could find to keep your noses away"

"Very clever" She ponders his statement. "If it wasn't because Damian is in town and not hiding in the woods like a beast. You're kind of a racist bastard you know?"

Chris rolls his eyes. "If you're going to kill me, do it now. I'm growing bored of this"

She takes his knife from the floor and rises it.

Chris swallows and looks at her in the eye.

"Wow, you're not even trembling. The stories are true, you're a rough guy" She chortles.

"Mock all you want. It doesn't matter if I die, you won't win this war"

"Damian could kill you for saying that, years drove him a bit insane"

"More?" Chris laughs arching a brow.

"Oh look, you know how to make a joke! That's cute" She giggles throws the knife next to her and releases Chris.

He quickly jerks up and hits his crown with the low ceiling, yet he manages to take the knife at once.

"Relax, I wasn't planning to kill you"

He frowns. "You saved" He points out. "Why?"

"Because those morons were going to kill you. Duh!"

"What if they killed me? You just got to tell him you had no part on it"

"He would have killed me for not doing anything about. He is determinate to give you a trail"

"A trail?" Chris frowns.

"Yeah, Marcus and that other motherfucker don't want to hear about it, but Damian now thinks he is a god since he claimed himself the new Fenrir, so he wants everyone to watch him declare you guilty of whatever comes to his mind. He really lost his shit already"

"You did, the moment you joined his sect. Who are you anyway?"

"My name is Alice"

"Well, I would say it is a pleasure to meet you Alice but I would be lying"

"Can you please stop pointing at me with that thing? You're making me nervous. I told you I have no interest in killing you, and despite you it is an honor to see you again Christopher"

His heart lurches and aims now with the knife at her face. "Do we know each other?"

She rolls her eyes.

"Not in person. I mean. I used to go to Victoria's meeting and took part of many of her acts pro wolf-rights. She was a beautiful human being"

He snaps, hesitates and before he realizes she takes the knife from his and puts it aside.

"I came here with a mission"

"Betray what you used to believe?" Chris asks wryly.

"Not, silly. I want the head of the man who murdered my family"

"And that's supposed to be me?"

She shakes her head and for once, the irony disappear from her stare replaced by grieve. "Damian came five years ago. As I said he claimed to be the Fenrir, and demanded obedience. We heard the rumors of him making a mega-pack but didn't know he was dangerous. When our Alpha. My dad. Refused, he took off his head in a blink"

Chris gaps.

"Everyone fought him bravely and I would have too, but I was so afraid. I was a good person. I never hurt anyone and I couldn't. I didn't know how to fight and in the end, when everyone died he came after me and asked me if I wanted to live or die. I choose to live because I was a stupid and scared cub, but bit a bit as his pack grew bigger and new recruits joined my hatred for him got even stronger. He trained me, he made a weapon, but he doesn't know he has been just honing the knife that someday will slit his throat"

"Why haven't you do it yet?"

She snorts. "Are you kidding? He has thousands of wolves under his command. I can't do it myself, there needs to be a rising"

"So…You're not the only one" He points out thoughtfully.

"We are few less than three hundred. He still has way more, but he doesn't know we exist. He thinks everyone is loyal to him, there are many that pretend to follow him and would betray us just to please him even when they hate him as much as we do. They are deeply scared of him. That's why we can't talk to everyone freely. But if many rise, we could take him down and stop all this madness"

"What do I have to do in all this?" Chris demands.

"We need you" She explains sternly.

"To kill him and die at hand of the other thousand? Is that why you trapped me instead of talking to me?"

She rolls her eyes. "I couldn't just talk to you in the woods, have you ever heard the expression 'the trees have ears'? That's why I was so desperate to find your stash. I knew you were clever enough to find a place to keep well-hidden and yet have a way to spy on us. That's why I took you to the cabin. There you could hear the plans directly from their mouths and then I would pretend you escaped and no one would be harmed. Actually I was planning on visiting you when everyone went asleep, but those idiots…"

"How can I trust your words?" Chris says incredulous, though deep inside he has to admit that if it was all a trap there are things that doesn't fit in his theory.

"I'm not asking you to do it. All I want you to do is listen to me, then I'll leave you alone"

"You saved from that thing" He points out.

"Yeah. I had to kill a pair of Wendigos the past months in our way here"

"So, they are Wendigos after all" Chris says shocked. "I thought they were just a myth"

"They were until Damian resurrected them"

"What do you mean?" Chris frowns.

"Things have changed" She says with terror. "He got eyes everywhere looking for the Hale boy. He had his hopes on him, that he would join him and together they would built the ultimate pack with an unlimited army, but ten months ago I don't know where or how, he found or heard a story. He won't tell me much, he just talk this stuffs with a small group. He is trying to summon something, a monster worse than any army"

Chris doesn't like how this sounds.

"According to him, it can rise mountains at its will and bath on magma without getting any harm. He has been doing research all this time. He is frustrated because he has been following some instructions, but for some reason they are not working. He is doing something wrong and he's crazy for finding the answer"

"So…The Wendigos are…"

"Garbage of a wrong made spell. Some weeks ago I overheard a conversation he had with his wife. He said to her he is planning on offering you your life if you help him finish the spell for him"

"I can't bind anymore. Everyone knows that"

"Yeah. But you're famous for knowing more than anyone about rare breeds. He thinks you have the answer, and while he awaits for you to go to him, he is making his awful experiments. One of his underlings have been working hard. Wendigos are strong but volatile. They only last a couple of minutes before dying. She has been doing experiments under the mask of an agent of the government to make everyone in the hospital to let her research without so much trouble and she got to extend a Wendigo's life much longer"

"How much?" Chris asks with concern.

"Two weeks"

Shit.

"They are trying everything on it to see how much longer it can last and if he doesn't get to summon his monster at time for his battle against the STCU, he is going to build a backup army of them. Just imagine it. Thousands of wolves and Wendigos"

A shiver runs down Chris' spine. "It would be the end of human kind"

"This is why you need to stop her"

"I can't just go there and kill her! He has thousands of wolves in the city"

"Only three hundred are here now. The rest are scattered around the nearest cities. He thinks you're here in the woods, at least that's the only thing that Vernon got to tell him before his phone 'died' He can't come inside or neither we get out because of a line of fertility that a Binder casted around the woods. This is your chance. Get out of here and kill her. I'll keep the rest busy telling them I saw you hiding at the other side of the lake. It would give you at least a day or two. You must stop her before is too late. You're our only hope"

"What would happen then?" He asks with his heart throbbing.

"When the others know you screwed up his plans they will realize his not a god. When the time comes for us to rise more will join as soon as they see you"

Chris looks at her bright pleading eyes open-mouthed.

"You're a legend Chris, they will follow as they followed your wife. You're our last hope"

….

As soon as Jackson says the words Derek's heartbeat stirs up and bewilderment crosses through Deaton's eyes too.

"He is breathing"

It happens in half a second.

Derek reaches to feel Stile's pulse with his fingers, and Isaac prepares to fight Deaton's barrier again. However they are swept by a rush of intense wind and the Binder's voice echoes furiously around them like a ghosts'.

"That stupid girl!"

Derek does his best to stay standing as Isaac keeps pushing ahead to get to Deaton.

The man lifts the invisible wall for a second. Derek can feel it, his scent is now in the air, which means that he is allowing them to enter, but for how long?

"Bring him, Jackson" Deaton demands as the wind gushes out.

Jackson hurries to address him and Derek can see his way through him.

As soon as Jackson puts Stiles on Deaton's arms he is pushed back by an invisible force and Deaton closes the barrier again, but not fast enough to keep Derek out.

"Get out" Deaton warms him without looking at him.

Derek snorts. "What? Didn't you expect me to do that? What happened to your visions?"

Deaton puts a hand on Derek's shoulder. Derek prepares to take it off in case it is one of his tricks, but before he has a chance electricity runs through him.

There is a drop of water falling upon a pond against darkness. The water is silvery but the drop is shining blue. As soon as it falls the water changes its color and another drop falls, this one is red, another green and finally stream falls down fluidly with all kind of colors and shades.

Derek opens his eyes gasping. He is sweaty and can hear shouts in the background. He is lying on the floor.

"What…What was that?" He asks coughing as he fells his dinner threatening to stain Deaton's slippers.

"That is what the voices in the wind told me"

"That doesn't make any sense" Derek replies holding his breath to ease his guts.

"Of course it doesn't make any sense! You think I just sit to have coffee with them and they tell me, you will fall in love, you will buy a car. You will die at the age of one hundred? It is something more complicated than that"

"What did you show me?" Derek asks as he turns and finds Isaac and Jackson gaping at them.

"Those first drops are Allison, Stiles and you. They all mixed because there were possibilities. In one you died and in the other Stiles did"

"He hasn't died yet" Derek points out. "You still can save him"

"I could save us all if I put an end to his misery"

"You hurt Monkey and I swear I'll kill you!"

Deaton's face becomes dark and he turns to the side the face Isaac and Jackson.

"I swear it, Deaton. If you don't save him I'll hunt you. It doesn't matter how long it takes. I'm going to chop your head off"

"Really?" Deaton arches a brow amused. "Because…" He starts and Derek hears a shriek.

He turns to his left and finds Isaac on his knees in the floor. Shaking violently as if trying to stand up but being unable to do it.

"No…Please don't…." Jackson roars and now Derek looks at him.

"Maybe Jackson will kill you before you have a chance"

The naked wolf has his claws and fangs outstretched and is dashing toward Isaac.

Jackson jumps with his face red in fury and frustration Derek lungs at Deaton and the Binder turns now to him. With the corner of his eye he can see that Jackson stops short in the last minute and Isaac is now standing again, but as soon as he notices that an odd force takes control of his actions.

"Or Derek himself…Might be…"

No.

"The one who gives the gift of mercy…"

He is fighting it, but he can feel it. He wants to rip Stile's throat with his claws.

"To our dear Stiles"

No.

"You're strong Derek, but don't resist. You have been wanting to do it from the first time you met him"

Derek is nearer with every second. It doesn't matter how much he fights back, he can't just…He can't…His throat….Deaton's…If he could just move a couple of inches above…He could kill him…Kill the man who saved him so many times in the past…It, would…hurt, but Stiles…"

It fades. Right when his clawed hand reaches Stiles' throat he stops short and steps back gasping.

"I hope that taught you a lesson. I'm not interested in killing any of you. It was Stiles decision to die, not mine. All I'm doing is trying to do is respect his will"

"What do you mean?" Derek demands.

"You two. Go! Find Scott before he kills Allison. If she dies, we're all dead"

"She? Why would we help her after what…?" Isaac was saying, but Deaton cut him short.

"Go!"

The young wolves turn and run away without saying anything else. No doubt Deaton's will is forcing them again.

When they are gone Derek turns toward the man and grabs him by the arm.

"What do you mean by it was his decision?"

"Stiles knew one of them had to die in the hands of the other"

"No! She wanted me, not him!" Derek affirms.

Deaton shakes his head. "That was just the context of their fight. There are possibilities so strong that cannot be avoided. One of them had to kill the other and the survivor should be the one who brought the corpse, not you"

"Is not a corpse" Derek warms him.

"He will be soon. It was his choice Derek. For the greater good"

His choice? What is he talking about? "How long ago he planned this?"

"He didn't planned it exactly. He just listened to the unavoidable possibility of one of them dying by the hand of the other. It was him in the end who choose who would be"

"So, he didn't know it would happen this way?"

Deaton shook his head. "I just told him he had to choose. But he was stubborn and she is. He kept fighting, he could die any day of the past months, without actually being her victim. It would have made things less hard for everyone, but even when he knew he would die in the end he fought"

"That's the way he always has been"

"I know" Deaton agrees.

"What changed now?" Derek asks as Deaton walks inside carrying Stile's body and he follows him.

"She did" Deaton says angrily.

"What do you mean?"

"If Stiles died by her hand, it would be poisoned by Temero. She wouldn't be able to bring him here at time and he would die in her arms two streets from here"

"Why it didn't happen?"

Deaton starts climbing down the steps of his basement and lights of the light the bulbs with a flick of his wrist. "She changed the poison"

Derek shakes his head. "No. She used Temero. I could smelled it even in the rain. Its smell is too strong"

"It is?" Deaton arches a brow. "That's weird. I can't smell anything"

It is true. "But…How? I saw her shoot her arrow toward me, it got Temero in it!"

"It is clear that she changed the poison right before it hit Stiles"

Derek's heart gives a lurch. "Can she do that?"

Deaton places Stiles on the cold metal table and shreds his shirt to reveal the boy's pale and wounded chest.

"She shouldn't be able. But it seems that I underestimated her"

"How is it possible? How can she change a poison without even touching it?"

"I don't know" Deaton affirms. "But it changed everything"

"She couldn't change his fate completely, but she tried the odds to mess with me"

"What are you talking about?"

"The probabilities were forcing this fight to happen. It would happen sooner or later, and her arrow poisoned with Temero would finish it, but instead she unconsciously changed the venom hoping I had to make the choice if save him or not, she fucked me. And to make sure he got here at time…"

He pointed down. "Do you see? He is not bleeding"

It is true.

"He didn't bled to death when you pulled the arrow from his chest. She used the same mix of herbs her dad used on you. Since she saw it once, I guess she could copy it in her mind, which was very useful for her cause, because it clots the blood around wounds"

"Then you can use the flower. The one you used in me to save him"

"I didn't say I was going to save him, and the flower I used on you it's a very rare specimen and died the night you lived"

You have to save him, I can't owe my life to that moron again. "What are you going to do then?"

"I have to choose. It was a tiny possibility. This future shouldn't exist and yet somehow it happened. Now is up to me to decide what comes up next"

"What will happen if he lives?"

"I don't know, I must speak to the voices. He will wait here until I'm done"

"But…He…"

"He is strong. He can last at least three hours, and I'll need just a half. When I'm done. I'll make my choice and whatever I choose…If you try to stop me, I'll kill you"

….

"Scott, please let me explain you, you're scaring me" She says.

He blinks and stops short.

She below him, lying on her back on steep muddy ground.

Her lips are wobbling and tears fill her eyes, yet…

How is it possible? I killed her. It doesn't make any sense. He saw her blood in his claws that now are just hands, and he's fur has vanished, he is just a naked boy in the in the woods, right in front of the girl that used to be his girlfriend.

It wouldn't look good for a police officer to find them this way.

"You're alive" He says stunned.

What was it? He saw and felt how his sharp nails dug into her stomach and her blood streamed out in rush sweet and intoxicating. Something he craved for so long.

"I….I…" She stutters. She is sniveling so hard she can manage to spell a single word.

"Go" He mutters looking down.

"You are a hero ok? You're not a monster, you're going to do great things. You're going to protect your mom, and Allison and all the town. I know you can do it! I know it, just think as a hero. Think as a hero and everything will be fine" Stiles says in his mind.

Stiles is gone.

"I…I…Scott…" She keeps blabbing inconsistently.

"You're alive" Scott repeats. Now that he recovered his senses, he can reconnect the dots of what happened half an hour ago. He is gone, he is truly gone.

He can't feel Stile's scent at all.

"You're alive" He keeps saying. He knows he is about to get in shock, he just…He just can't still process the idea of Stiles being dead. It is something weird to imagine. It felt as if it was just yesterday when he told him…When he told him that it was all his fault. When he told that all the awful things that were happening to him were all his doing.

And now he is gone.

He is dead.

He is dead.

The boy who helped him study. The one was always by his side at school. The dumb boy who always got him in trouble with the jocks. The friend who dried his tears when his dad went insane. The beautiful human being that carried him to the bathroom and washed him when he thought he was a monster. They quirky boy who always made jokes and was smart and strong, and loyal.

The only person apart from his mom for who really worth to fight a war already lost and pray to win.

He is gone.

"Scott…I…Please…I don't know why…I didn't mean to…"

"Go" He repeats.

"But…"

"Go" He says a bit louder.

"But Scott I…"

And it comes to his mind, the last thing she said to him before shooting the arrow that killed his best friend.

She should die. She is evil, she killed him. The nicest person in the world. He has to kill her.

It is his duty.

Scott bends and lifts Allison by the collar of her leather jacket.

He peers in her eyes, they are big round and green, he recalls how much loved to spend hours watching in then, trying to puzzle out what was coming through her mind in those moments. He loved her so badly it hurt, they had a short and beautiful relationship, it was something silly and very bright, and even when it was only his first relationship. He knew he loved her.

Forgive me Stiles.

He still does.

"Well, well, well. Look what we got here"

Damn it. He has been so concentrated in Allison that didn't notice their presence.

"It seems that you opened our way back to town" Eric chortles.

She is surrounded by other three wolves. Vernon among them. They all got wicked smiles.

"Is nice to see the strong boy again, all stripped down. Wow! If I knew you were that big down there I wouldn't have tried to kill you"

"Get out of here" Scotts warns her.

"Or what? Are you going to kill us? Show some respect wildling" Says another she-wolf.

"Would you mine to go with us back into town? I'm sure Damian will love to see you and your witch-whore" Eric laughs.

"Is she the one?" A male werewolf asks. "She was the binder who locked us? She has a very intriguing scent"

"Get out!" Scott grunts at them.

"Or what? Do you really…?"

"GET OUT!" Scott roars furiously. His lungs burn in seconds as a mighty blast comes out of him echoing from all directions, sending birds to fly and animals to flee. It grows louder and stronger as almost a whole minute pasts and now she can smell their urine.

Cowards.

They are looking at him in awe as they lay on the floor with terrified stares fixed on him.

He didn't have to say more. As soon as he is done, the jerk up quickly and vanish in a blink.

He now turns to Allison, who looks as scared at them.

"Get the hell out of here Allison" She tosses her to the ground.

She lands on her back, gasps, and hurries to stand up quickly.

"If you ever get in our way again, I'll kill you"

"Scott..."

"GO!"

She is not that fast. At least not now. When she fought Stiles she was faster than any wolf he have ever seen, yet…Even when she does her best, she is just another foul human running for its rotten life.

He is gone.

She is gone.

He lost them both in the same night.

He gasps. He kicks, turns trees into splinter and runs. Runs as fast as he can to leave all his memories of Stiles and Allison behind. Several minutes pass as he dashes naked as a feral thing, but he never is fast enough to flee away from them.

Right there, at the top of the hill. In the cold and bushy top, he stops and looks far below to the east side of the city. The lights are finally coming back, whatever thing Allison and Stiles did is fading now.

He looks up and meets the half-full moon with his eyes and feels the need to reach her. There up his memories couldn't haunt him. He could live in peace and forget.

He howls painfully craving for her to get down and take him with her, but she doesn't move so he howls harder until his chest aches and his tears soak him wet.

He is gone.

She is gone.

"You should have killed her" A voice says at his back and his heart quivers.

….

Just seconds after Deaton left, an unnatural wind as the one of the storm's finds its way inside the house. Even when all the windows upstairs are closed and the basement lacks of them.

His heart beats now once every minute. There was a moment he thought Deaton fooled him and let him there to witness Stile's passing, but after checking on a couple of times noticed this rareness.

Many questions come to his mind over and over. How could they do such things? How they could be that strong? Who are they for real? What are they?

It doesn't matter though. He is not interested on Binders' matter or how strong they can get to be, all he wants is not owe him nothing. He has enough debts to pay in his life and Stiles has already saved him before.

Why not? Why not before? Or after? It didn't matter when, they could have choose any other timing to sort out their eerie fates' duties.

He knows he doesn't deserves to die, even when he countless times told him to stay away from their business, but Allison neither. She was just a victim of the monster that Derek was deep inside. It has always been his fault, every awful thing that has happened so far has been the punishment for the curse that lay on him.

If he had to choose…Between their two. Even when he despised them both for many reasons, they were innocent people. How could he take such responsibility to choose which one of them should live and which die?

Did Deaton gave options to them both? He never mentioned talking to Allison. Did he force Stiles to choose by his own? Why? Why not both of them? He was so brave to decide between his own life or Allison's. He had to make a decision between the two of them, and yet…He picked neither and instead choose him.

He hates him. He really does. He feels hopeless waiting for the swirling of the inside storm to get to an end, and still it continues without losing any of its strength.

He has been walking around, back and forth and it's losing his patience. He is not sure if Deaton left a minute or an hour ago. He has seen all the book's names in the shelf. Has stared at all the weird specimens that the man got into those jars. Fumbled his drawers and found plants he have ever seen. Inscriptions from unknown languages and ingredients from all kind. All what remains to see now…Is

He turns slowly and bores his eyes in the…Body.

The wind dies and the basement's door storms open.

Deaton climbs down the steps slowly and stops right before Stiles.

"What did you see?" Derek asks at once.

"Many things and nothing at all" Deaton replies sternly.

"I'm getting tired of your games"

"As I said, this future shouldn't exist. If he dies now, Allison and you can still stop them before it is too late"

"I don't think she will cooperate with me"

"If Stiles dies, she will" Deaton affirms. "Many will die. Scott's throat will be slit by Erica when she try to break your legs to drag you to the Fenrir's liar"

"He can't die, I promised him…"

"That's none of my business. If they should have played their part as they had to, none of this would happen. Isaac will betray you again. Jackson will die tomorrow. Everything will end in two days"

"What if he lives?" Derek frowns knowing that the first possibility is not an option since it implies for him to break his promise.

"There are at least one hundred different futures"

"Which one is the most possible to happen?"

"Any of them. At this point, things have messed up badly. In ten of this futures Stiles dies in the hands of the Fenrir and you lose the war, so why risk everything for him when he choose to die to save us all?"

"He shouldn't have choose. It should have been both of them taking the decision, not just him. You played false. You betrayed that boy! You knew he would be so stupid and selfless to give up his own life to save hers"

"That's not true I did it because of…."

It didn't matter what he said, Derek knew the reason. He did it to protect his good friend Chris' daughter.

"Is there a future where he lives?"

"There are some in which he lives, but I can't see them clear, there are many decisions in those ones that need to be taken, all I can see is blood. Many of it"

"Anyone important?"

"All lives matter Derek, you should have learned that already"

"I just don't want to owe anything to anyone else when I'm gone"

"Are you really risking to play with the odds? If he lives, any of those possible futures can come true, not just the one you fools hope for. There are five on which Stiles dies on Scott's hands"

"No, he wouldn't…"

"He would"

"There are other two where Scott kills you in two days"

"One on which Allison kill you all and then commits suicide"

"And there are two where you rip Stile's throat with your own teeth"

Derek pictures each one of them in his mind and gasps. His heartbeat quickens.

"There are many things that can go wrong Derek, and yet…You still want to play with the odds"

"That's what he would have chosen"

"He chose to die"

"Just because you influenced him to save your friend's daughter"

"That's not true" Deaton's face reddens. "Now go! I must make my choice"

"You ran out of time, I can hardly feel his heartbeat"

"GO!" Deaton bellows.

Derek fights his binding but he is not strong enough his legs keep moving straight until he reaches the stairs and starts climbing them up. He tries to kick but his feet won't respond. All he can move is his head, so when he is half-way up, he jerks it to the side and crashes it against the wall. Maybe he does have control of his body but Deaton can't control him if he's out of balance.

He falls on his back on the stair and hurries to hold the wooden steps and tangle his legs around the staircase's bars.

"You should have listened to me from the moment I told you the truth Stiles" Deaton says with anger. "But you kept quoting your stupid's super hero's lines. Saying that you would change everything that would save them all and no one would die and now look at it. You failed tremendously"

Deaton's voice cracks.

"I told you you weren't a hero, but you didn't listen! Why? How? Do you want to know about one of the first things the voices showed me? It was your parent's wedding. How happy they looked, how beautiful she would be and how glad I would have to pretend to be while I died inside"

He makes a pause where he lets out the shadow of a laugh.

"It was ten years before it actually happened. I thought…Many thing can happen. I can…I can do it, the future is not written on stone. If I have this rare skill, it is for some reason, I can change it. I can make her love me. We can be happy together. And I tried and tried for years to make her love me, and she did, she did love me with all her heart, but just as a Friend. I knew then that things couldn't be change and even more when I saw you coming. You were a strong possibility, something that I couldn't undo, I saw how happy your parents would be when you were born and the person you would become, and I…Understood that you can change the yet to come but accept it"

From his place Derek can listen to Deaton's heart beating harder with every word.

"And then you came back, and you're not the same. You push your stubbornness right in front of my face, and keep telling me that you will save them all even when I know you can't because you must die, but you kept trying, you truly believed that you could change things. You didn't say it, but I know you thought you could reverse your curse, that you could defeat death and you fucked everything Stiles, you both! Before you came back there was only one line to follow. The only decision to take was which one of you would live and we both knew who you would choose. But then you change the paths"

Derek stretches his ear. What that's supposes to mean.

"You kids stared playing with the odds, you bend the time at your will and made impossible things happen. I first thought It read wrong when Lydia's wound was in a different place, but that small change blew everything, nothing seemed clear now and many things could change and tonight is the prove of it. She dared to defy the odds again to save you and she did it"

Derek notices he regained the full control of his body, now slowly he stands up preparing to lurch on Deaton if he tries to…

"I'm really sorry Stiles" He mumbles with a hoarsely voice. "But you kids made me a fool, you made believe again and even when the odds are against you, and I can't see how this will end, I can't let you die. I'm so sorry but I can't"

Derek holds his breath astonished and misses a step following all the way back down until he lands at Deaton's steps.

"I will need your breath" Deaton mutters without looking at him.

He is crying.

"Why?" Derek says confused.

"Alpha's breath contains part its essence, when you breath it in it quickens your heartbeat. It will work as a defibrillator"

"How do I do it?"

"Take the cup from the drawers, breath out in it and give it to me"

Derek went to the drawers and fetches a blue cup of wood he saw minutes ago while he waited and did as Deaton bid him. Amazed he saw how his breath became fog before his eyes and slowly swirled in until it gets trapped inside.

"Give it to me"

Derek addresses him and offers it. Deaton takes quickly and puts it in below Stile's nostrils. Derek stares how it takes the boy's chest to go up and down in almost thirty seconds, until he finishes and jolts.

Stiles sits shaking uncontrollably.

"Hold him" Deaton urges him.

Derek hurries to take Stiles by the side forcing him to stay down and making sure to not touch his wound. It is something hard to watch. His eyes are all white, his body is slippery with sweat and his skin has grown so pale that even Derek's hands look several shades darker on him.

Deaton prepares a syringe and digs it on Stile's arm as he fights for his freedom and Derek thinks how easy it could be for Stiles to kill him with only one of his hands. He is so strong, he could do it. All that time he had been thousands of times stronger than all of them and not even Stiles himself knew it.

"Deaton…" Derek starts pressing his lips in a thin line.

"What?" Says Deaton absently as he hurries to go to his drawers to fetch ingredients to mix them all in a clay pot.

"If the flower is death…"

"He has a dangerous amount of many types of aconitum in his body. You needed the orchid because you are werewolf. He is human so…"

"Isn't it poisonous for him?"

"Of course it is, until now"

"What do you mean?"

"I'll alter his metabolism, from now on his body will think monkshood is food, I can't get rid of it, it got too deep inside"

"We won't be able to eat normal food ever again?"

Deaton shakes his head.

"He can eat anything he want, as long as he has a part of aconitum with each meal. It will help to keep his new balance"

"For how long he will be like this?"

"Until the day he dies. So…If a werewolf bits him he will die instantly, he needs to be careful"

Derek rolls his eyes. "Are you kidding? There are two thousand wolves in town and they have already pointed out that they are interested in him to…"

An idea flashes his mind.

"I want you to do something for him"

Deaton snorts. "More than saving his life?"

Is good to know you recovered your mood. Derek thinks bitterly and nods. "I want you erase his memory"

Deaton stops short a second "No" He says dryly and then gets a scalpel and opens Stiles' chest from neck to pelvis. Derek looks away disgusted.

"Spit here" Deaton handles him the clay pot and Derek does as he bids.

"Why not?" He demands when he gives him the cup back. "There is no reason why he has to put his life on risk, this is not his fight"

"It is" Deaton affirms. "It is from the moment you bit his best friend"

"That's why he has to forget all this, do it and then I'll find the way to send him far"

"I can't do it Derek, I'm sorry" Deaton affirms as Derek with the corner of his eye spies how Deaton pours a purplish liquid over Stiles chest.

"Why not?"

"Because he is your only chance to win. I'm saving his life so he can save millions"

"But…"

"Look, either way I can't do it. His will has grown so much in matter of months, he is not the same boy who got here grieving his mother's death almost a year ago. I couldn't alter his memories even if I want to. He is stronger than me"

Derek chokes and turns with his eyes wide open to see Deaton's stare. He is not lying.

Deaton is sewing Stile's wound already.

"How…Why…?"

"By laws of nature the only way for me to alter his memory is with his consent"

"Then you could…."

"He won't give it to me Derek, and even if he did I would need Allison's too"

"Allison's?"

"They both share a strong bond. There is too much of each in the other. If I erase Stile's memory alone, Allison's thoughts, memories and essence itself might take over him. You saw it yourself tonight. He was going crazy, her desire for killing was too big, he fought it, but it almost won him over. That's what would happen to him, but permanently. Stiles would vanish and then you would have two Allison's or two Stiles if it was on the other way around"

"How is that possible?"

"Just think about it. At this point everyone knows that they share more than their birthday. If you have a train and one is full with some many passengers that people can't even walk and then you open a new wagon. Some might stay faithful to the one that took them home all those years, but others would find it more comfortable to have their own space. It will be one mind in two bodies"

Two Stiles? That would be a nightmare.

"I'm done" Says Deaton wiping the sweat from his forehead as he takes a brush and paints Stile's wounds with Derek's saliva to heal his wounds. "I'm going bed now, I need to sleep and meditate what I just done. Clean this mess and take care of him" He finishes as he takes his blood stain shirt out and starts climbing the stairs.

They both share a strong bond.

"Deaton" He says at the man's back and he stops half-way up. "What are they?"

Deaton stays standing still in the steps for two minutes and then he replies.

"I don't know"

….

"Did you listen to me?" He asks.

Scott is frozen. He can't tell way but this boy scares him. He is standing there naked relaying to a tree with pair glowing green eyes staring at him.

"Are you deaf?" He continues.

Scott swallows and balls his hands to hide his shaking. "Who are you he demands?"

"My name is Damian" He says calmly. "And you must be Scott isn't it?"

Damian. Scott thinks with fear. Why...He doesn't remember from where, but he has the feeling he heard his name before.

He nods.

"And that girl was Chris Argent's spawn. Wasn't she?"

"You are a werewolf" Scott says feeling how his heartbeat increases and his claws stretch.

Damian snorts. "I'm not a werewolf. I'm a Fenrir"

The Fenrir. It is him! If can…If he can kill him now…Everything would…

"You haven't answer my question. Her last name is Argent?" He says sternly as he comes from behind the tree walking quietly as he is bathed by the moonlight as his pale skin shines.

"What if she is?" Scott dares him.

He snorts again. "Then I'm sorry to tell you this, but you're a very dumb boy"

Scott snarls.

"Hey, don't look at me that way. It wasn't me who messed up with her. You should have known better. Did Derek showed you how use your nose? You should have known she was trouble from the first time you smelled her"

Scott spots her in his mind. All covered in blood. He murdered her. He saw, but yet…

"It is amazing how this girl keeps beating death over and over again" He says causally.

"What do you mean?" Scott demands.

Damian smiles.

"When she was about to come to his world, there was a lot of talk. The daughter of Longshot and Victoria Argent. Everyone knew she would be one of the strongest Binders in the world"

Wow! He didn't…Know that.

"That is why the world wept bitter tears when they heard she died along with her mother twelve years ago, but it seems that she didn't die after all"

She didn't, but she should have.

"Her dad fooled everyone. No doubt he was trying to protect her from that monster that killed his mother, which is weird considering that there are stories that tell that it was Chris himself go hid Derek for many years"

So it is true. It was Derek after all.

"I couldn't believe she was alive until I saw her tonight and she is everything people said she would. She gave me creeps as I saw her murder your friend at cold blood"

No! She didn't mean to…It was Derek who…

"Though I'm not surprised the boy died. They both stank to death, it would dangerous to be near any of them. You have been really stupid for being close to them. They almost killed you tonight"

"What do you want?" Scott says dreadful of the answer he might get.

Damian bits his lip and arches a brow. "I want to know why Erica didn't tell me who this girl was. It would have saved time"

Scott snorts. "Erica is a traitor. Do you really think she is on your side? She has only was side. Hers. Sooner or later she will find a new side. One more convenient than yours" Scott spits despitefully.

"You might be right. Maybe I'm surrounded by thousands of liars. But they all have something in common. All of them want to live and they know they need me if they want to"

Scott blinks trying to understand his words.

"A storm is coming Scott and you just accelerated things more when you choose to let her live. Now she will run after her masters in the STCU and tell them you tried to kill her. Thousands will come and millions will die from all sides. If you ever thought about saving everyone you should have killed her"

Scott shakes his head. "No…She would never…"

"Really?" Damian chortles. "She is a Binder. That's what they do. They fool you, they make you believe they love you and that you can trust them and then…Lose everything"

"You're wrong. She is different. She wouldn't…"

"Hurt anyone? Didn't she just killed that other Binder for protecting Derek? Her fight was against Derek, not him. She created a storm so big she would have shamed the Greek gods. She could have stopped that arrow if she wanted to"

"She said she doesn't remember do…"

"That is a lie. They all are liars Scott. It is in their nature. I used to be like you"

He walks around thoughtfully and then stops and stares at the mom. "My father was a good man you know? He was so preoccupied for me. I don't have much memories from my childhood now. It has been twenty years since he died and yet I still can remember some things"

"Twenty? You look…"

"Younger?" Damian snorts.

"You will be forty and will still look like a teenager Scott"

Scott gaps.

"Never mind. My father took care of me my whole life. I know we used to have a house before, because I remember wooden windows, a big yard and thousands of toys, but I got worse every day until one day, after almost living in the facilities for so long he thought he would be better to stay until I got better"

"What happened with you?"

"I had a very rare disease. Later I learned I turned into a monster under a lot of stress and on full moon nights. They made so many tests on me, but they couldn't find anything to help me. My dad kept telling me to do everything the doctors asked me, it was for my own good. To save me and get back home and play as he used to"

"Is there a way to reverse?" Asks Scott hopeful.

"No. and he wasn't my dad" Damian replies bitterly.

"I was sixteen when I found out the truth. I knew something was wrong and I started doing my own researches. He was the man who murdered my family and took me captive to make experiments on me and develop new potions for binders"

Scott gaps. "I'm really sorry"

"Yeah. I sucks when the person you trust most betrays you, but I got over it when I killed him that afternoon"

Scott's blood runs cold. He just killed him the same day, that easily.

"You should have done the same"

Scott stares at his hands. They were red with Allison's blood. He saw it but…There is no trace of them in there.

"You didn't touch her" Damian affirms.

"I thought…"

"You beyond that's all" Damian sights and approaches him to put a hand on his shoulder.

Scott shivers for a second, but then he feels a bit more comfortable.

"You are a very special wolf Scott. You have especial powers. You're one in a million"

"Did I see the future?" He says confused.

Damian shakes his head. "You smelt her intentions"

"What do you mean? I didn't smell anything I saw it with…"

"Your mind thinks it saw it, but what really happened is that you smelled her thoughts"

Her thoughts?

"She thought how you would murder her and this confused you. You still need to learn how to control it"

And then Scott recalls. Days ago…When they fought Erica and the others outside the woods.

"I don't have such skill, but I know how it works. I can train you, you can be prepared for when she comes with her army"

Will…Will she?

Scott shakes his head frantically and steps back. "No! I wouldn't ever…Stay away from me or I'll kill you!"

"You sound very determinate for someone who never killed anyone before" Damian snorts.

"I can do it" Scott warns him.

"I bet you do. I'll see you later" Damian grins and vanishes.

….

She has been running for the past ten months. From her past life, from her father's secrets, from the painful truths, from Scott, and now…From herself.

What she did…Has no name.

Revenge turned into a monster. All she wanted was Derek to die, and now…She can't explain how…Stile's blood is in her hands.

She can't stop running. Wherever her feet want to take her, she knows she is not welcome.

Scott's home, Stiles', what remains of her parents' house. All of them a closed doors now.

She doesn't know why she didn't went with him straight after what happened. And now she is cursing herself for being so stupid after she have knocked Lydia's door already.

It takes almost ten minutes for her friend to open the door. It is late night, so when Lydia opens her eyes pop open as she takes a look at Allison.

"Allison! What…What happened to you?" She says startled hurrying to hug her.

She shouldn't hug her. Allison doesn't need or deserve hugs. It is Scott who needs a hug, it is Stiles' father who…

Oh my god! Stiles' dad! He…He…This can't be happening to him, not after his wife passed.

She starts sobbing right in the doorway of the shadowy house.

"Allison…Are you crying? What happened? Please talk to me!" Lydia demands with concern as her voice starts cracking.

She pulls Allison inside.

"I don't know why, all the lights went off a couple of hours ago. I can't clean your head now but while we wait we can…"

Before she has a chance to finish her sentence the room is lit at once and Allison looks around startled. She is Lydia's beautiful living room. While the rest of the houses in the surroundings remain slumbered in darkness.

It was me. I did this again.

She covers her head with her hands and she kneels shrieking.

"Allison!" Lydia grabs her friend with shaking hands. "What is going on with you? Please! You're scaring me!"

Now her fiend's breathing hitches. "Come one! I'll cleaning and you'll tell what happened ok?"

Allison doesn't nod, but she neither fights back while Lydia pulls of her arm to take her to her room.

While they get in Allison gets a glimpse of herself in Lydia dresser's mirror.

There is a large gash in her forehead with dried blood around and her skin is turning purplish now. Her knees have blood too. Her clothes are dirty, her thighs and cheeks scrapped by the low branches of the woods. There are dozens of leaves in her hair and now she notices the bow she has been clutching all this time.

Her heart skips a beat as soon as she stops it and lets it fall in the ground.

The temperature in the air is dropping again this time faster than before.

Lydia makes Allison take a seat while she goes to the bathroom and comes back with a bowl of fresh water, a cloth and ointments.

"Are you going to tell me what happened to you?" Her friend asks with a bit more steady voice, though Allison can notices how shaky her hands are.

"I killed him" Allison says it aloud, and that's it. As soon as the words came out of her mouth she made it truth.

He is gone and it is all because of her.

Lydia stops short and looks at her straight in the eye. "Who?"

"S…Stiles" Allison mutters and now her tears blind her.

"What are you talking about? Why would you kill Stiles? He can't be dead! How did…Did you really do it? Why? Why would do that Allison?" Lydia panics as she falls on her butt.

"I…I don't know okay?" Covers her face with her hands.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Lydia demands.

"I can't remember anything. I just…I just know I did it! Some…Something awful is happening to me!"

"Are you taking drugs?" Asks Lydia a bit less frightened.

Allison shakes her head. "No, I was sleeping and the next thing I remember is that I killed him Lydia! I did it! I'm a horrible person!"

She looks up as the world sways before her eyes and notices that Lydia is not crying or freaking out. She is…Looking at her with concern. "Allison, I don't….I mean…Maybe it was just a nightmare"

"No! It wasn't…I know we had a fight for Derek but I can't remember exactly what happened"

"Derek? Derek Hale? What you guys have to do with him?"

"He murdered my mom!" Allison cries. "I went to bed wishing I could kill him and then…." She can't finish her sentence she can't breathe either, she is losing it.

"Allison it has to be a misunderstanding" Lydia affirms even calmer now. "Look, you have come through a lot in the past months. I know you're concerned about your dad and it makes you feel a lot of stress but…"

"I'm concerned about my dad! He is fine! It is Stiles who died because of me!"

"Maybe you thought that…."

"I can't feel him Lydia"

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't notice before, but Stiles was always with me. I could feel him inside of me, his feelings, his thoughts, he is gone! A part of me just vanished. I can feel it being tore out of my chest, it is killing me. It is hurting. The spark is gone Lydia and is too much to bear. I felt lonely and scared without him. We have always been together and I didn't notice until now"

Lydia's eyes pop open and she steps back. "I…I'm going to call him, okay? And you'll see that everything is alright"

Lydia takes her phone from her nightstand and dials, the minutes pass in silence and Allison can notice how Lydia's neck tenses as the time keeps passing by and Stiles doesn't answer his phone.

"I…It is alright okay? It is late night and of course he is sleeping, so there is nothing you…"

"I killed him! Everyone saw it!" Allison sobs.

"Who's everyone?" Lydia arches a brow with some hope in her chest.

"Jackson, Scott, Isaac and Derek they saw shoot the arrow"

Lydia presses her lips on a thin line as soon as she hears Jackson's name, yet she tries to hide it from Allison. She dials again, but he doesn't pick it up either.

"I think I have Isaac's number too, let me just….Here is it" She dials again and Allison can see that her face lights up as soon as the boy answers.

"Hey Isaac, I'm really sorry for calling right now…I just…Who's that? Jackson? Can…Can I talk to him for a minute?"

She waits two seconds and now Allison can see her hesitate.

"Hey. I'm really sorry for calling you, I just want to know if you guys are okay. Allison is here and she is pretty upset, she won't stop saying that something awful happened to Stiles. Do you know anything about it?"

There is a long pause.

"Really? Can I talk to him? Please, I want Allison hear his voice to calm down…But…Jackson I wouldn't be asking you this if…No, I…I understand, I'll tell her. I'm sorry for bothering you"

She hangs up.

Allison looks at her confused.

"He is fine Allison. He told me that they have been partying at Jackson's all night and Stiles drank too much and now is puking in his bathroom. That won't kill him" She giggles.

They lied to her. She shakes her head. "He lied to you! I'm telling you I killed Stiles and Scott almost…"

She has been avoiding thinking about Scott all this time, but now…Now she knows. He hates her, the boy who once would say that loves her deeply now wanted her dead.

"Look Allison, I'm really concerned about you. Maybe we could talk to someone in the morning. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to live with your uncle this fast and…"

Uncle. She repeats in her mind.

"Can…Can I have a glass of water?" Allison asks with pleading eyes.

Lydia nods. "I'll be right back in a minute"

She doesn't believe me.

As soon as Lydia is gone, Allison tugs out her phone and dials Uncle Jeremy's phone.

He picks up at once.

"Allison? Why are you…?"

"I need you. I didn't something awful"

"What are you talking about?"

"I killed my best friend" She sucks a breath.

"What? Why? Are you….?"

"I don't know what happened, I just know it has something to do with Derek. This is out of control Uncle Jeremy, we need help. I need help. I can feel that something is wrong with me. Maybe other Binders can help you, you will need help to stop the Fenrir. I can't do this anymore"

"Allison…" He tries to say but she cuts the call.

He is not going to call them. She realizes.

"Here" Says Lydia suddenly as she shows up right before Allison with a glass of water and a pill.

She wants me to sleep. It would be better to follow Lydia's game. Allison made the mistake of coming here tonight. Lydia's memories are gone, that is why she wouldn't believe a word about fights and arrows or werewolves.

Something horrible is about to happen, she can feel it. How many more of her friends will die in the next days? What will happen to Lydia? Scott…Scott wants her dead.

If she could only come back to his house and retrieve the piece of paper with the phones numbers and…They are here.

Allison's heart lurches. As soon as she sips the fresh water she feels it in the left pocket of her jacket.

"I…Feel better. I'm really sorry Lydia, I think it was a nightmare. I don't know. I…I remember I woke up scared and came out of Scott's home and fell and knocked my head. Maybe it is the concussion I got that made me think that…You know" She lies.

Lydia will find out the truth in the morning, but right now Allison needs her to believe in her so she can help her.

She tugs out the piece of paper.

"Can you help me send a mail?" Allison asks.

"A mail? This late?" Lydia frowns.

"Yeah" Allison affirms. "I think you're right. Maybe I moved in with my uncle too fast. I want to contact Dr. Fintshood"

"Are you sure?" Lydia says biting her bottom lip.

Allison nods. "I want her to read this as soon as she can. You're right Lydia, I need help"

"Allison…" Says her friend with concern. "Internet service was shut down from the town several days ago"

Allison shakes her head. "No…I was using internet tonight" She affirms.

"Are you sure?" Lydia frowns.

Allison hesitates as she slowly approaches Lydia's laptop in the desk. She flips it open and sits. As soon as she touches it, she can feel it. She is bending the rules.

She types her mail in silence, making sure Lydia can't see the content.

When it is done, she copies the STCU address from her piece of paper and sighs as she reads the last line.

"Come quick please, we need your help or everyone will die"

She clicks the send button and it is gone.

It is her. It's her who shut the lights, made the storm, and plugged out the internet. She has been trying to keep the town disengaged from the outer world, but…Why?

….

That ringing. That annoying ringing.

Let me sleep. He thinks with tiredness, but it doesn't stop.

It keeps blaring, harder and harder until he can't help it anymore and opens his eyes.

He jolts.

Dylan.

He panics and looks around.

Dylan is in danger. He needs to find him and save him. What…? What is he doing in Deaton's basement?

Why…Why is his chest aching so much?

He slowly glances down, and as soon as he see it, a terrible pain runs through his body and make his gasps.

There is a purplish circle around the place where his heart is.

Allison. He is not sure how or why, but Allison's arrow came through his chest.

He remembers rain. And Derek…He…He wanted to kill Derek. No. It was Allison. She wanted him dead.

Did I stopped her? He thinks dreadful of the answer he might get and then he finds him.

He is snoring. He is right next to him.

His face is paler than usual. There are hollows beneath his eyes and his stubble seems somehow a bit longer than it uses to. His face is down and his left hand is over Stile's right wrist.

His guts squirm and he takes it down.

He is alive. He thinks with relief as he stands shivering and gasping. He can hardly breathe, every time he hauls air in his lungs he almost stops short and tears climbs to his eyes. It is so painful, he wants to lay down until it all fades, though…

Dylan.

He is in danger. Those wolves came to his house and the boy is hiding in his room scared.

He kneels with all his strength, bits his tongue to hold the pain back and puts on his shoes.

Someone tore his shirt to pieces so he is freezing, but he has no time.

He must find him.

Dylan.

He runs, breathing in and out every thirty seconds. His head is spinning, his legs are flailing and his lungs are burning. He can feel how his mind gets cloudier with every step he takes. It is just a matter of minutes before he just…

"Stiles!" His voice makes his heart shudder.

Stiles. How weird is name sounds.

He can't stop. Dylan! He has to save Dylan.

"Stiles" Derek shouts harder at his back but Stiles keeps running in the darkness, he is almost there.

"Stiles"

Dylan.

The first thing he notices is that the front door is wide open.

No

He stumbles toward it and gets inside. "Dylan!" He calls out loudly.

"Dylan!"

Nothing.

Desperation takes over him. They couldn't…

Please don't

He climbs the stairs and gets into his room. His dad isn't home either. Why he haven't got here yet? Where is he?

"Dylan!"

He opens his room's door and holds his breath to kneel before his bed as the current of pain almost makes fade out.

There is nothing below his bed.

He is gone.

No. "Dylan!"

He stands again and his stomach plunges down when he finds the shadow standing by the window. All black except for a pair of ice burning blue eyes that pierce him as hard as a knife. Like the night he almost choked him to death months ago.

"Why?" Derek asks sternly as he steps ahead.

"Der…"

"What are you?"

"Derek why…?"

"ANSWER ME"

Stiles pulse quickens and he feels nauseas.

"What are you?"

"I'm Stiles, don't you see?"

"You are more than that and you know it"

"What are you talking about? I need help, werewolves came in I think they hurt…"

"They didn't hurt anyone"

"What do you know? You weren't there…Dylan I think…"

Derek steps ahead with his menacing eyes fixed in him.

This is not good. There is something scary about his stare. Stiles needs to get out of here and find Dylan.

"I was here" Derek affirms. "I saw how you humiliated them"

What is he talking about? "Why are you…I was alone, they attacked me I don't know what happened. You were going to die!"

"Don't you remember? Are you serious?" Grunts Derek furiously as he steps ahead. "What are you?"

"I'm Stiles"

"No, you are something else"

"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like crazy?"

"I'm acting like crazy? What the hell were you thinking when you caught a lightning with your hands?"

A lighting? Hands?

Derek shifts and in a blink Derek is right before him.

He gasps and steps back losing his balance, but Derek's slender and long fingers catch him by the wrist.

"You caught it with this hand, as if it was a ball"

"No…How could I…?"

"Don't lie to me! We all saw you! It was something we ever saw before. You both were fighting as if you were demons"

"Both? Allison…DEREK! Allison wants to kill you!" He recalls.

"She…Was going to kill you, I can't remember well, but she…"

"You received the arrow, don't you remember that part?"

The arrow…He recalls perfectly.

"Why you did it?"

"I…Don't know, I just panicked"

"Don't play the fool with me Stiles. Deaton told me about one dying in the hands of the other"

Dr. D said so? Why?

"What else you know?" Asks Stiles dreadful. "Why am I alive?"

"Why are you alive? Are you FUCKING serious? Do you give a shit about you at all?"

"It had to happen. Deaton told me"

"I don't care what he told you! It was me who should have received that arrow!"

"I just…"

"I just what Stiles?"

"I just panicked okay? I thought…I thought if I died…Everyone would be…"

"Everyone would be better?" Derek looks at him as if he was crazy. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you really think that girl would feel better after knowing she murdered you?"

"You don't understand! I'm cursed, if I don't…" Stiles tries to explain but Derek ignores him.

"Do you really think Scott's life would be better with you gone? He would probably find the way to kill himself!"

"No, he has his mom and…"

"And you have your dad!" Derek points out sharply.

Stiles stops short and tears climbs to his eyes. His heart starts throbbing and his mouth gets dry.

"What the hell were you thinking Stiles? After all your dad and you went through, are you seriously selfish enough to cause such much pain to him?"

"What else could I do?"

"Didn't you think how hurt everyone would be if you died? I was so angry! I wanted to kill you as soon as I saw what you did! How could do this to me? Why you didn't think in Scott, and your dad. Why you didn't think about me!?"

Stiles' heart lurches and he tries to break free from Derek's grip but he tightens it. When he looks up, he finds Derek's eyes burning.

"I just…I just didn't want you to die" Stiles whimpers.

"And you thought that if you died I would be better? I thought…I…" Derek's breathing comes out of control and Stiles holds his breath. "I hate you"

Stiles looks away but Derek takes him by the chin and Stiles notices the grimace in the wolf's face. "I can't lose you Stiles"

Stiles' heart skips a beat and he tries to avoid his glance. Derek's nose makes his to the side and Stiles closes his eyes.

"Derek please, don't say that" Stiles says softly as Derek's breath fills his nostrils.

They are so close to each other.

"I don't know what do to. I don't know what else do to Stiles. I try hard to keep you away, but you always find your way back to me. Your scent…I can't…I can't live without it"

"Derek please don't do this to me"

"It is too late" Derek affirms in a mutter. "I've been holding back myself for too long now"

"Derek I…" Stiles tries to reply but Derek takes him in his arms and presses his lips against his.

Stiles holds his breath and feels an electric shock running through his body as butterflies fight to break free. His heart comes to a halt for half a minute and his breathing hitches. Sparks, he can feel new sparks flying in his chest.

Derek pants and Stiles steps back staring openmouthed at the painful grimace Derek wears.

"I'm hurting you" Stiles realizes. "Why?" He rises a hand and touches Derek cheek softly and notices how his skin tenses.

"It is the monkshood in you, is part of you from now on"

What? No! "I…I can't touch you anymore?"

He can notices the pain now in Derek's soul.

"You can do it whenever you want. I can take the pain" He affirms throwing himself again on Stiles kissing him softly as tears run down his eyes and Stiles clutches himself to his chest to later break off.

"I can kill you if we keep doing this"

"I don't care" Stiles listens to Derek affirm before melting their selves again and he finally passes out on Derek's arms.

"I almost died with you tonight, anyway"