"He's in the room down the hall... alive," Scott announces to everybody in the room, giving Derek a very pointed look.
Lydia and Allison are sitting on the couch, staring up at them, clearly lost.
Scott clears his throat. "We can't go in yet. He's extremely unstable and overwhelming him isn't going to help."
Derek nods, knowing that he's getting into that room as soon as possible.
Isaac, Erica, and Boyd all give Derek the same glance. Scott doesn't understand, but doesn't bother voicing it.
Derek stands after more moments of uncomfortable silence. "I'll go in first. It was all my fault anyways. Plus I was the last person he had contact with before..."
He doesn't bother waiting around, going down the hall, the noises getting louder as he approaches.
It was all Derek's fault. Truly. They had split into groups, scouring the woods for traps left by hunters. Derek didn't even see the arrow until it was embedded in Stiles' side and he screamed in pain.
Derek, not even realizing what was happening until it was almost too late, moved fast. Because Stiles had been keeping a very large secret from them, including Derek, for a long time.
His hand reaches the doorknob before he realizes what he's doing, the growls and groans behind the door louder than ever. He pushes.
Strung up on the wall, held by Hale iron shackles, is a feral Alpha werewolf once known as Stiles Stilinski.