It's a month as of today that Stiles took a bullet for Derek in these very woods.

He hasn't forgotten Stiles, but he has let him go. Stiles is always in the back of his head; not as a sorrow filled reminder of how everything Derek touches dies, but as a happy reminder of what once was. Of how Stiles used to run his fingers through his hair to calm him down when he was having a nightmare. Or how Stiles would just smile if Derek was getting really annoyed with him.

Yes, Derek still had a hole in his heart where a hyper-active teenage boy used to be, but Derek's heart was full of holes, and he was used to coping by now. And to tell you the truth, he couldn't focus on Stiles right now. He had a new group of hunters to kill.