Chapter One:
It takes Stiles' weeks to recover from her coma. She's assigned physical therapy session while also having to worry about missing school work. The injuries she had faced in the wreck did not fully regenerate, but luckily, the doctors were able to prescribe her some painkillers. The effect of the coma distraughts her, but the thought of seeing her mother again is what keeps her at bay.
Staying in the hospital puts her down. She hasn't seen the outside world for months. But what crushes her the most is that Scott and the others haven't come to visit her. Stiles hasn't seen them at all and it hurts her, especially since Scott and her are like siblings. The only thing Stiles can do now is get better until she's back on her feet.
(...)
Weeks Later
The Parking Lot
Beacon Hills High School
The crowd stares at Stiles as she walks away from her dad's patrol car in crutches. Her jeep was totaled and beyond repair after she was attacked. Some people in the crowd gossip about the attack. Scott, Allison, and Lydia stare at her from afar. Stiles heads for the entrance and enters the school.
"How are going to break the news to her?" Allison asks Scott.
"I don't know." Scott responds. "She's been my best friend since we were babies." A sad look drapes across his face.
"It's for her own protection. She can no longer be a member of our pack." Lydia says. It saddens the trio as their hearts become heavy. They realize that they must abandon one of their friends, so they can live a normal life and won't be in any danger.
(...)
The Front Lobby
The Main Office
Stiles is handed a two inch thick file that is filled with earlier assignments from all her classes this semester. The office secretary, Ms. Camden, discusses and explains the terms and condition of this situation.
"Here are all the assignments that you misses." She says. "Now, you must get all of this done before June 17th, when the semester ends, if you want to become a junior."
"Okay." Stiles nods. She sits her crutches aside and places the file inside her bookbag. She has a difficult time trying to balance herself, but she manages.
(...)
The Library
The library attracts a crowd as Stiles wonders inside. She's had the pleasure in sitting in three of her classes, which makes her roll her eyes in annoyance. Stiles finds an empty table near the window. She moves forward, but misses a step and falls with a hard sound. People look around her. The pain from her internal and external injuries radiates throughout her body as she stifles the sound of her cries. She whimpers, trying to find the stand to stand again.
Hiding within one of the book aisles is Lydia. The librarian and another schooler comes to help Stiles. Stiles feels like a cripple. She hates it. Tears threatens her eyes, but she holds them back.
"Thank you." She whispers to the ones helping her. "I got it from here." The two helpers goes about their ways.
Lydia tries to stay out of the clear while heading to checkout. Stiles turns to see a blur of strawberry blonde hair. Their eyes meet.
"Hey Stiles." Lydia's voice shakes, which causes Stiles to become suspicious of her.
"So what's up?" Stiles questions.
"Nothing, just checking out some books."
"I was hoping that you guys would've at least come visit me at least once." Stiles points out.
"We were busy with a new threat." Lydia retorts.
"What new threat?"
"Uh…..uh…..I have to go." Lydia acts awkward and leaves while dodging the question, which forces Stiles to become even more suspicious.
(...)
Early Afternoon
The Lunchroom
Stiles approaches Scott and the others, who are sitting at a table together. They see her coming as Stiles catches Scott's eyes. When she's finally up close, the first thing Stiles says is:
"What the hell is going on?! No phone calls, no hospital visits, and milk tits over here dodging me." She's pissed. "Why are you all throwing shade at me?"
"Look Stiles, we're just trying to have a good day and…." Scott begins to say as Boyd and Erica arrive at the table with their lunches with a confused look on their face.
"CUT THE SHIT, Scott! I want to know." The whole group is afraid to tell her. They don't want to hurt her. "Tell me why all of you have been dodging me or I'll tell everyone here what happened at summer camp when we were nine."
"You promised that you would never say anything!" Scott reminds her.
"Oh, I'll spill the beans if you don't." Stiles has a sinister look in her eyes, wanting to tell the story.
"What did you do?" Boyd asks Scott.
"It was nothing." Scott turns him down on the question. A long beat passes between the group of young teens. "After you was attacked by the alpha, we almost lost you. We couldn't get over the fact that we almost lost you." Thinking of this breaks Scott's heart. "I almost lost you. We decided to take a vote."
"What vote, Scott?" Stiles just looks at the guilt on everyone's face. That's when she puts the pieces together. "...You kicked me out of the pack?"
"For your own protection, Stiles." Erica points out.
"You just kept getting hurt. We're only doing this so you can be safe." Allison says.
"Like you care about my safety." Stiles replies to Allison with venom in her voice.
"Look! I'm sorry." Scott shakes his head. "But in order to keep you safe, it's for the best that you stay out of our lives."
Stiles is hurt by this. She's taken aback by it. Her eyes water from the pulsing pain in her heart. Her chest becomes heavy. Stiles limps away on her crutches, so they don't see her cry. She exits the lunchroom as the pack goes back to their lunches in a deep silence.
(...)
Derek's Loft
Derek pulls himself up on a high bar attached eight feet high on one of the walls. He's sweaty as he continues to do pull ups. His muscles bulge and soon, he's finished doing his reps. He turns around, only to hear his alarm go off. The hazel in Derek's eyes are soon taken over by a sea of crimson.
The door opens and suddenly, Stiles limps through and hits the button to stop the alarm. The air thickens around them. Derek's wolf is so happy to see their mate alive and well. It warms his heart. Stiles gaps from seeing his shirtless body. She gets her head out of the gutter with the intention of confronting him.
"I was kicked out of the pack?! Really?!" Stiles says with anger in her voice.
"It's for your protection, Stiles." Derek grabs his black shirt off his bed and puts it on. "All the pack wants is to keep you safe."
"Safe? I am important member of this pack. What gives you the right to kick me out?!" Stiles meets the alpha face to face.
"Because you're human!" Derek replies. "You're fragile. All you do is get hurt and get in our way." He knows what he has to do and he's prepared for it. He doesn't want to hurt his mate, but he has to to protect her.
"I am not fragile." Stiles' voice trembles.
"Yes, you are. You were almost killed, Stiles. If I hadn't had come, you would be six feet under and there's no way we're going to lose anyone else, especially me."
"I am not fragile." This time, Stiles is so upset, she's about to cry.
"You're a liability, Stiles. You're weak and you're useless." Derek says.
"FUCK YOU, DEREK! I AM NOT USELESS!" Stiles screams.
"YES, YOU ARE!" Derek's eyes flash red in anger. "You're a liability. A shadow! All you do is attract danger." He turns his back on her. It hurts him to do so, but it must be done. Stiles' lip perks up with a growl. "Leave, Stiles! You're not welcome here anymore."
Stiles is about to say something. The words are stuck in her throat. It's a losing battle. She has no say in anything and because of that, she's lost her friends. And with that and everyone's agreement, Stiles can feel all the love and happiness for her pack fade. Her heart is taken over by the depths of darkness as her love is swallowed by hate.
"Screw you." Stiles says before leaving.
Derek's eyes close. He focuses to keep himself steady and calm. The pain is too much, but he did what he had to for the best of mate's protection. His hand clenches in a tight fist. His wolf tears at him. Derek inhales deeply. And as he just stands there and exhales….he realizes that he has lost his mate….forever!