A/N: It has been a while since I have updated but now since it is spring break, I'll hopefully write the next couple chapters and post them.
I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, I feel like I rushed it or something. But next chapter, I think anyways, will be better. I finally got a spark of an idea of how I want the next chapters to go.
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Anyways, here is the latest chapter; hope you guys enjoy!
Derek's head snapped up, a confused look plastered on his face. Without a word, Derek dropped the gun to the floor, scurrying to the bedroom door and pushing past the occupants of the doorway and hallway. The alpha ran down the stairs and out of the front door, shedding his human skin.
Jackson, Scott and Danny were close behind, following their alpha's actions and also shifting.
The group runs as pack, Derek in the lead, followed by Jackson, Scott and Danny. Through the woods, running at full speed, rain pouring down, soaking them, darker clouds rolling in, thunder and lightening heard and seen.
Their destination was unknown; their only indication was the howling.
Large, sturdy iron gates came into view, 'North Cemetery' written on the arch of the gates.
Derek and his betas were lightly panting.
"I-is it possible?" Scott panted.
"What do you think it means?" Jackson questions.
Derek was silent, trying to figure out what was going on. He decides to go into the cemetery, going to the plot where his beloved mate was buried.
Closer Derek got to the grave, the muddier the ground seemed to get; he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Derek, what's wro…" Danny started, but noticed the disturbed muddy ground.
Derek was standing, staring at gaping hole that led to his beloved's final resting place. The alpha fell to his knees, hands touching the ground, fingers digging into the swamp-like soil; his head was tilted back, a heartbreaking howl erupting from deep inside his chest.
The three betas, which were back to human form, shifted again and looked on as their leader released his sorrow into the unforgiving winds.
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"What's going on?" Evan walks into the living room where Allison and Lydia were.
"We're not sure, but I'm sure that everything will be fine." Lydia answered.
"I…" Screams filled the air; Allison, Lydia and Evan look at one another in complete shock, at first not knowing what to do; another blood curdling scream echoes throughout the house.
Evan was the first one to make a move, running up the steps to the young werewolves' room, throwing the door open and barging into the room.
There, in the middle, a wolf figure, standing hunched over, fangs bared, claws extended and dripping blood. His eyes were rimmed with red as he growled.
Grace and the others had shifted in a panicked state. They were waiting for the right time to attack. Evan and the two aunts came into view in the door way, looking at the scene in front of them.
The figure tilted its head up, still growling then jumped out the window. Evan rushed to the window, seeing the figure retreating to the cover of the woods.
"What the hell was that?" Grace looked over to her brother.
Evan, in disbelief, turns to face the others. "Everyone downstairs, dad's home." He walks out of the room without another word.
The front door opens, the alpha and three betas entering the house, out of breath. Derek looked up into the faces of the rest of the pack, noticing something was off.
Evan looked to his father, confusion and dread present of his face. "Dad…"
Derek knew by seeing Stiles' grave and the scent of another wolf in the house; Stiles was alive.
"What's going on?" Grace asks, still shaken by the experience that only occurred moments ago.
The pack looked to their alpha, waiting for a response; Derek took a deep, shaky breath; "H-he's alive."
"Who?" Lydia asks, confused.
"S-Stiles, he's alive."
"What? How is that even possible?"
"Dad are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm positive."
"Wait, so that thing that was in our room was daddy?"
Derek's children looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Yes."
Grace starts to cry, Evan going over to his sister to embrace and try to comfort her.
"Derek, what do we do?"
"We have to make sure we get to him before the hunters do."
"You aren't thinking about killing him are you?" Scott asks.
"No, I'm going to get the old Stiles back." Derek walks away from the group, going to his room to think of a way to get the old Stiles back.
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It has been a week since the encounter with Stiles. Derek has been scrounging through old books that survived the fire, looking for answers.
"How's your research going?"
"I haven't found too much information on the topic, Scott. The only thing I found was that it is possible for a mate of a werewolf to return to life if they were bitten when they were older, but that is it, it doesn't explain why Stiles has gone rogue." Derek looks to his feet, tears swelling in his eyes.
Scott places a hand on his alpha's shoulder; "We'll get him back." Scott tightens his grip on his alpha's shoulder and then turns to leave the room.
Derek turns to face the window, looking out into the sunlit woods; he takes in a shaky breath. 'I'm going to save you like I should have done all those years ago. I won't give up one us.'
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"Pack meeting!" Derek's voice booms; the pack members scrambled into the meeting room and taking their seats. Derek waits to make sure he has everyone's attention before speaking. "Stiles is alive. He is a werewolf; the bite took. I have to stop him before the hunters get to him. We have been lucky so far; however, Friday is the full moon. I have to act then or it'll be too late to save Stiles."
"How are we going to save him?" Scott was curious how they were going to be able to save his friend. "Wait, why are you just saying 'you'? We're in this together."
"Scott is right." Danny spoke. "We did this to Stiles."
"It we want any chance of getting Stiles back, I have to be the one to do it; being his mate and his alpha."
"What do you have to do exactly?" Danny questions.
"Being his alpha, I have to call him to me and challenge him."
"Derek that's insane. You may be an alpha but Stiles is too far gone and he'll probably kill you."
"Then that's the way it shall be. If he kills me, he won't live long without a mate and die soon afterwards."
"Dad are you insane! What about Evan and I? How are we going to go on without both of our parents?" Grace looks at Derek, her eyes filled with unshed tears.
"Grace…" Derek starts but Evan is the one to explain the situation to Grace.
"Grace, this has to be done. Everything will be fine; we'll still have each other and the rest of the pack." Grace turns to face her brother and walks over to him to bury her face in his chest. After a moment, Grace pulls away from her brother to embrace her father.
"You bring him home to us." Grace sobs as she feels her father's hand runs through her long hair.
It was settled, on Friday, Derek would call Stiles out of hiding, challenge the wolf and fight, it was all or nothing.
Save Stiles or die trying.