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Chapter 8

"Halftime's over, boys! Get your asses out there and win this game!" The coach yelled at the team. "Stilinski, get your lazy ass off the bench, you're playing again!" Stiles nodded, he was still out of breath. He looked up the ranks where Derek was sitting – still alone. "Still no sign of her?" He whispered, knowing that Derek could hear him very clearly. The alpha shook his head.

"My phone's in my bag down here, just call her." Stiles replied.

"STILINSKI!" The coach yelled again.

"Coming, Coach. Coming!" Stiles said, holding his hands up.

"Hey, Stiles. It's really nice your cousin came today. Nice from him to watch you play!" Danny came up to him, smiling genuinely.

"Cousin?" Stiles wondered. "OH, yeah... right. My cousin... Miguel...Yeah, he's really into Lacrosse..." Stiles answered – He could feel Derek staring at him with his – well you know what look I mean.

Derek went down to the benches and opened Stiles' bag. "Hey – You!" The coach hissed at Derek. "What are you doing there? Hey – I know you! Come back!"

Derek ignored him – grabbed the phone and left the game.

He called his own number – this time it said "lovely Derek" and the photo was a black Labrador puppy. Stiles was soooo funny...

"Stiles?" A familiar voice answered. Derek looked at the phone to check he if had really dialed the right number.

"Sheriff?" He asked back.

"Who's there?" The Sheriff replied.

"Derek, Derek Hale. Why do you have my phone?" Derek's thoughts were racing.

"Your phone? I just found it – at an accident site." Derek's mind went blank.

"Derek's leaving –something's wrong." Scott hissed to Stiles who was lying on the ground after he just had been tackled.

"WHAT?" Stiles asked in fear.

"Dunno. He wants us to stay. First we have to win this game, dude. Stand up." Scott helped Stiles to get up.

Stiles felt overstrained.

Derek entered the hospital. He didn't have to ask where Anna was. He could smell her blood.

The Sheriff and Melissa were waiting in front of her room.

"Derek!" Melissa greeted him.

"Mrs. McCall – Sheriff. How is she?" Derek was standing beside himself.

"She's going to be fine. Her car got hit by something – we still don't know what it was." The Sheriff explained.

"Can I see her? She should be fine by now." He asked Melissa.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"She's one of us – she heals." He explained.

"Derek – she doesn't." Melissa replied.

Derek opened the door and his body tensed.

Anna was lying there – her head was bandaged, her hair full of blood. She looked terrible.

"What is wrong with her, Derek?" Melissa was standing behind him.

"I don't know..." He whispered.

"Shall I call Deaton?" She proposed and Derek nodded. He went over to the bed and sat on the edge.

He tried to locate the injuries. She had one at her head – obviously. Her arm was broken, her ribs as well. She had some open wounds – they didn't heal. He tried to catch her scent.

It was week. He could smell her blood but her scent was different. He had realized it before but hadn't thought about it that much. He had blamed her perfume for it.

He could still smell the perfume but her body smelled as well – like she was really sick.

He still sat there when he could hear the pack arrive. They didn't come in but they were all waiting outside. Deaton came as fast as he could but it took him a while.

"Derek." He greeted the alpha and froze in shock when he saw the woman. "That... that can't be... Derek!" He was shocked. "I know. It's her... I couldn't believe it either." The alpha explained. Deaton knew Anna like he had known her pack.

"Will you give me a moment with her?" He asked Derek to wait outside.

"Of course." Derek left the room, not without looking at her another time.

The boys were sitting outside – staring at him.

The Sheriff had already told them about the accident and they were wondering how it could happen to a werewolf, too.

"How is she?" Stiles asked, coming up to Derek.

"She's not healing – well, not fast enough." Derek answered.

"How is that even possible?" Jackson asked, looking really worried. Lydia was sitting next to him.

"Dunno. Deaton may know more..." Derek felt the love of his pack. Stiles had his hand on his shoulder, grabbing it tightly.

He looked at Stiles. His heartbeat was fast, he must have been playing the whole game. Derek wondered how it had ended.

"We won." Stiles smiled, noticing how Derek listened to his heartbeat and watched him closely. Like he could read his freaking mind - Stiles knew him so well.

A few minutes later, Deaton opened the door. They all raised their heads.

"Well... she is healing now. Not that fast but she is. I fixed it."

"How?" Derek asked.

"Wolfsbane." Deaton replied, looking worried.

"What?" They all yelled.

"She is using it to weaken herself. Her body is really sick – she must be doing it for years. I found this..." He showed them Anna's necklace. Derek grabbed it. He coughed. Wolfsbane.

He knew this necklace – he had given it to her for her tenth birthday. He and Cora had bought it and had had a triskalion engraved at the back.

"It's filled with it." Deaton said. "She was inhaling it all the time." Derek could not believe the veterinarian's words. Inhaling wolfsbane? For years? Why the hell would she do something like that? Why would she try to weaken her body? Weaken her wolf?

"I gave her something, she will heal faster now." Deaton explained.

"Thanks, Doc. Really..." Derek nodded. "You can go in now. She should wake up soon." Deaton added.

Derek was sitting at Anna's side for nearly an hour when she first opened her eyes. She tried to look around. She wondered where she was.

"It's ok, Anna. You're at the hospital, you had an accident." Derek tried to calm her down, when her heart started racing. He held her hand.

"Derek... I...I..." She started, her voice was weak; she stopped.

"It's okay, Anna. You're healing. You will be fine." He explained and when he saw her eyes widen, he added: "I know, you don't want to heal but your injuries are bad. You can go on with killing yourself afterwards." He was angry at her - angry for hurting herself. He still could not understand why she would do it!

Her eyes filled with tears.

"You don't understand..." She tried to explain.

"Damn right, Anna. I don't understand." He snapped back. "Why would you do something like that? Why would you hurt yourself?" He stood up, glaring at her. Tears started running down her cheek. "Why would you weaken yourself, your abilities? How could you? The doc said your body is injured – you nearly killed yourself! What were you thinking?"

"Derek..." Stiles' voice appeared behind him. "Enough..." The boy whispered.

Derek turned around – enraged. Stiles was standing in front of the door, looking really concerned. He had seen the betas cringing outside and had decided to see what was going on.

"I don't understand her Stiles! Why would someone do this? Why hurt yourself? How could she? Why...?" He pointed at Anna who was feeling better already and trying to sit up.

"Because I wanted to. I wanted to kill my inner wolf." She whispered, leaving Derek in shock.

"What?" He asked baffled.

"You heard what I said, Derek. I stopped being a wolf a long time ago and I had to weaken myself to feel human again – to be able to live a normal life. I did this to be me again – to be free." She began.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... You... you stopped being a wolf? How is that even possible?" Stiles interrupted, stepping forward next to his alpha. Derek stared at her while she just went quiet. Her heart was racing, he could smell her nervousness.

"Derek..." She began.

"How long haven't you turned, Anna?" He asked calmly – too tensed to be enraged.

She didn't say anything. Stiles just changed looks between the two. Anna just stared right back at Derek – biting her lip.

"How long?" He repeated, his eyes turning red. A deep growl filled the room – his alphas flinched outside.

"Nearly three years..." She whispered.