Due to popular demand, I am adding a chapter on the Pack and how they are reacting to all of this. It starts from the very beginning, from Silent Stiles and goes forward, if you haven't read it, please do, or else I fear you will be as confused as me! Enjoy! And...REVIEW! lots of love, and freefall-gypsy, hope you like this!

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It all started with the human almost losing his life, again, by jumping in front of an arrow. Granted it had been dipped in Wolves Bane and more than likely, if its flight had been true, it would have killed Boyd, he should have known better. That is what had been rolling around in the Alpha's head for the past two days. The human. Everywhere he turned he could smell him, he had integrated himself so deeply into the pack, but he wasn't one of them, he couldn't be. Derek couldn't handle it if the human ended up dying or being hurt beyond a bite to repair the damage. So, with a heavy heart but a clear mind he called a pack meeting, minus the human.

"This has gone far enough, the fights, the turf wars, dealing with the Argents and now this. We are the superior beings, we should be the ones winning and not licking our wounds while tending to our pack mate, our Human pack mate. We must end this." Derek spoke with conviction, eyeing his betas and Scott.

Isaac was the first to disagree, "We can't do that to him! He has saved our skins more times than we can count, and without his willingness to research and his constant pestering Deaton probably would have packed up and left us by now. We need him."

"He saved my life, again." Was all Boyd said, his eyes downcast, guilt slowly came off him in gentle waves.

Scott put his hand on Boyd's arm reassuringly, "Derek, we can't do this to him. Please, reconsider." He pleaded to the Alpha.

For a moment Derek wanted to agree, he wanted to go back on his silent promise and let Stiles, the hyperactive human who made things work within the pack continue to be part of their world. But with a flare of his nostrils he realized that it couldn't be so. There was the faint scent of his, of Stiles's , blood on the counter top, where they had pulled out the arrow, where he had fainted at the sight of it, and smashed his nose against the corner of the counter, causing another part of his body to bleed. No, he couldn't put Stiles in danger anymore, he was human, he was weak, vulnerable, and if any other hunters got wind of the Hale Pack having a human, he would be targeted until he was either turned or rolled into a shallow grave. This was for the best.

"Scott," Derek growled, his eyes bleeding red, "You need to explain the situation to him, tell him that it is for his own good. Do what you have to, but make it clear that he is not allowed back."

Scott's eyes grew to enormous size, his mouth hung open a little, his fists clenched at his sides. "I CANT do that! He's like a brother to me!" Scott yelled, standing defiantly against his leader.

"You must, unless you want to be the reason the Sheriff lives at home, mourning the loss of not only his wife but his son. " Derek countered, knowing that it was a low blow but his point was made.

"Derek," Isaac whispered, "Are you sure this is the only way to keep him safe?"

"Yes."

And so it was the pack law. No one was to go near Stiles, even when they learned of his car accident and how gravely ill he was, the Alpha's command held their actions, and they could only hope he would recover.

A month later….

Stiles was free! He was released from the hospital, his diagnosis was good, he was on the road to recovery! At least that is what Isaac yelled happily as he sprinted into the Hale apartment. Derek looked up from his newspaper, allowing a small sigh of relief escape him. He followed his own command and steered clear of the injured boy, knowing that if he what had become of Stiles, his human, then he wouldn't be able to help himself, and he would give the boy the bite, be it willingly or not. No pack was allowed to see him, no contact, to keep him safe.

Three weeks….

There was a chill across his senses, a tug of something cold and thin, someone had disobeyed him, and considering the fact that Isaac and Boyd were curled on opposite ends of the couch doing homework, that left only Scott. Derek stood with a growl, fighting the inner wolf, going against a direct order from the Alpha was punishable by death or abandonment. But he did not have that luxury, he needed all the pack members he could find, at least that is what the small, rational part of his brain was telling him. He snatched his jacket from its place on the top of the chair, and did a quick check to make sure that he had his wallet and keys, before departing in an angered huff.

"Stay put," He yelled from the lift.

He left Boyd and Isaac, they looked at one another then shrugged, they knew better than to get on his bad side. It was just easier to be obedient, at least for now.

Derek stomped his way to his car and threw the door open before folding himself inside. He knew he needed to calm down, he had to think rationally. Deep breaths, eyes closed, jaw set firmly, the leather of the seat allowed him to minutely relax. Keys into ignition, engine roared to life, his eyes snapped open, car was put into drive and he roared out of the lot, racing towards his disobedient beta, and towards Stiles.

The trip only took five minutes, but it felt like forever, when he finally made it to Stiles's house, there was a rather guilty, emotionally wrung beta waiting for him on the front steps. Scott refused to look Derek in the eye and let loose a sigh, he reeked of guilt and emotional turmoil.

"Hey Derek," he whispered as he shuffled over. Backpack slung over his left shoulder, eyes downcast. A slight smell of copper wafted towards Derek's sensitive nose but he ignored it in favor of the confrontation.

"You disobeyed a direct command," Derek growled, looking at the beta, but his glare was softening slightly.

"Derek," Scott whispered, he had yet to look up, his body screamed submission while his scent screamed…something else.

"What did you do?" Derek asked, stepping out of his car, and crossing his arms. Eye brow raised questioningly.

"I – I just wanted to see him. Derek, you have to understand, he's like a brother to me, and having to explain to his dad why we aren't friends any more, without outing the pack, and explaining why I cant see him or visit him in the hospital was tearing me up inside." Scott explained, whispering, "But, I think I only hurt him more by coming over. But his dad told me I needed to, if I had any love for him, I had to visit, so I did…" He trailed off, his shoulders shook with suppressed tears.

"You made it….worse?" Derek asked, eyeing Stiles' bedroom window.

"He seemed ok, I mean, he was skinny and his hair was longer than it's ever been, and he reeked of medicated pain management and he favored his leg... but he seemed ok. I tried talking to him but it didn't work, he refused to look at me, and then he sent a message to someone, but when he got a reply…..he seemed….broken. I tried to follow him to his bedroom but he slammed his crutch against my head, then lurched up the stairs, and slammed the door closed and there was so much mountain ash I could only slam against the door twice before I started to get sick…"

That explained the copper smell. "Mountain ash; why would he have mountain ash?" Derek murmured to himself. But he shook his head, knowing that it was no use in asking his beta. "Wait, why would he have to look at you for him to listen to you?"

Scott looked up, he moved so quickly his neck cracked. "You mean you don't know?" His eyes grew impossibly large, looking innocent with the smudged blood stain across his forehead and cheek.

"Know what?" Derek grouched, tightening his hold onto his wolf, knowing that if he reacted violently his beta would clam up.

"Stiles lost his hearing when the engine of his jeep exploded…he's deaf.."

Derek felt as if the world was crumbling down from under him, his Stiles, his chatterbox, the kid who wouldn't stop talking and didn't listen to a single thing that was said, was unable to hear anything… ever again. A cold sweat appeared on Derek's brow, the small of his back started to prickle, this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Derek?" Scott nearly whimpered, having shuffled slower to his Alpha after explaining the situation to him, hoping for some type of reassurance. Automatically Derek put one arm around his beta, allowing Scott to melt into his warmth, what little he had to give. He let his eyes travel upwards, to the slightly cloudy sky, and wondered, did he do the right thing, pushing Stiles away, to break a member of his pack, making him an omega, was it for the better? Or was the worst to come?

A day later….

Stiles was catatonic, from is promising recovery to his sudden fall from health, it was all over the news. Some papers were empathetic towards the distraught sheriff, explaining to the reader how he was hopeful of the recovery, only to come home and find his son gone, the shell of what he once was.

Eventually….

Eventually the papers forgot Stiles, and the Sheriff and it seemed as if everyone forgot about the hyperactive teen who used to warm the benches for the lacrosse team, and cheer them on with more enthusiasm and gusto than the cheer leaders. Classes went on without the distractions, the team continued to win, people grew accustomed to seeing Scott with Isaac and Boyd, no longer a dynamic duo but a trio, even the nurses stopped whispering about the poor boy, and went on with their lives. Only the Alpha seemed to be holding on to some semblance of hope, that somehow, someway the bubbly teen would wake up and be himself again. Instead, the worst thing happened, he died.

The news reporters were all over the case, as if they were starved and the Sheriff's loss was the only source of protein they have had in weeks. But, when all was written and sent off to their editors for the early morning edition, they hid themselves into their hotel rooms and burrowed deep into their beds. Forcing pillows over their heads and turning the local comedy channel as loud as it could go, they did anything to drown out the noise; the noise of a howling wolf pack, screaming their agony to the full moon.

As the newspapers were dropped off onto doorsteps, and people slowly emerged from their beds, weary of what they heard last night, they were going to learn that they hadn't heard the worst, for when they turned on the news, multiple channels were all covering one thing. The local hospital, and the headlines read one thing: SHERIFF'S CHILD, DEAD, GONE, NOW MISSING!? Many coffee cups were dropped, toast ignored and burned, and glasses overflowed from juice. What was happening in Beacon Hills?