"Anything?" Lydia asked hopefully, as the pack reconvened in the center of the woods.

"Nothing here." Derek said.

"Us neither." Kira replied sadly.

The pack was worried to say the least. Derek had been out patrolling the woods like Scott asked him to when he suddenly got an incredibly strong scent of blood. He knew the blood smelled familiar, but he couldn't place it. It wasn't until he was on his way back to his house that he realized the blood belonged to Stiles. He called Scott in a panic, and when he didn't pick up he called Lydia.

None of them had spoken to Scott or Stiles since they left Derek's earlier that night. They tried to follow the scent, but it had only led them a certain distance into the woods before it got washed away by the wind.

The pack had been searching the woods fever since.

"What if we don't find them?" Lydia began to freak out, pacing back and forth along the clearing.

"We have to find him. It's Stiles! What if they killed him?" Malia whined.

"Guys, calm down. Scott must be with him. Do you honestly thing Scott would let anything happen to Stiles?" Kira was trying to keep everyone calm, to no avail.

"Kira's right." Derek nodded. "And the Sheriff has all of his men out there looking for them and Melissa is at the hospital if they turn up. Someone is bound to find them."

The pack was discussing possible search strategies when Lydia began feeling something bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh no, not now. Please, God, don't let this be happening." Lydia tried so hard to suppress the scream she so desperately wanted to let out. She refused to believe that this was happening to yet another one of her best friends.

"Lydia?" Kira slowly approached the banshee. "What is it? What do you feel?"

Lydia just shook her head, afraid that if she opened her mouth she would scream.

Tears began pooling in her eyes and she couldn't suppress the urge anymore. She let out a wail that sent the rest of the pack to their knees, clutching at their ears.

Kira recovered first and ran over to where Lydia was crouched on the floor, sobbing into her hands.

She tried to think of something to say to the banshee to try and comfort her, but she realized that there were no words to make this better. Stiles and Kira weren't even very close but even she knew what a special person he was and how much he didn't deserve this.

She turned to the pack for help when they heard the most painful noise they had ever heard.

Scott's howl was loud enough to be heard miles away and sad enough to force even a few tears out of Derek. The pack stood for a second in shock of the noise that had come from their alpha before following the terrifying howl.

The pack sprinted up to an abandoned warehouse and found one of the doors already unhinged. They cautiously stepped into the building, looking around nervously as they did.

Kira unsheathed her sword and stayed at the back of the pack, ready to fight whatever was in there.

This proved unnecessary, however, as they reached the door with no interference.

"You sure this is the one?" Lydia whispered.

Derek nodded. "I can hear Scott's heartbeat."

Nobody in the room commented on the fact that he didn't include Stiles.

Whatever the pack was expecting when they barged into the room, it wasn't this.

Malia ran from the room as soon as the door was opened.

Kira took one look at the blood covering the floor and barfed, adding to the small pile that was already there.

Derek's nose was assaulted by so many smells at once, but the most prominent one, besides blood and death, was sadness, obviously emanating from the broken boy in the center of a ring of mountain ash, clutching an unnervingly still Stiles Stilinski.

Lydia was the only one, it seemed, that could keep her head straight. As she was the only one in the pack that was unaffected by mountain ash, she rushed forward and broke the barrier.

Scott jumped up with Stiles still in his arms and rushed past Lydia, walking straight towards Derek.

"We need to get to a hospital. Now." Scott's voice was hoarse from crying.

Derek looked at the boy sympathetically, trying to ignore the drying blood covering his body.

"I'm not sure that's going to help much at this point, Scott. I am so sorry." Derek dared to look at Stiles for the first time since they arrived. His face was pale and his eyes were closed. He was still warm, though, indicating that his heart had stopped only a few minutes ago. Derek's heart broke at the sight and he had to look away. He would never admit it, but he had grown quite fond of the boy over the years. It pained him to see the kid who never seemed to stop moving suddenly be so still.

Scott pushed past him and ran out of the warehouse, ignoring Derek's words. He could sense the rest of the pack following him, but he didn't care. All he cared about was seeing his mom and letting her fix this. Letting her fix him.

Scott's eyes glowed red as he prepared to run the short distance to the hospital. The rest of the pack wolfed out to follow, except for Lydia and Kira, who didn't have that speed.

"Go!" Lydia called after them. "We'll be there as soon as we can. I'll call Melissa and the Sheriff and let them know you are on your way."

With that Scott was off, Derek and Malia close behind him.