Chapter 12 – Visionary, Savion POV

Boyd's death stung… more than Ennis' death did. I stayed in bed for a couple of days, just thinking and letting myself grieve over the boy's death. He wasn't my beta, he wasn't even a part of my pack but he was Derek's and somehow that made me feel like he was mine too.

I received a text from Cora, asking me to go to Derek's loft. I walked in and was greeted by Stiles and Cora, sitting on Derek's desk, looking exhausted.

"Derek hasn't been home for days." Cora started. "You're the only person that has better chances of finding him than any of us."

I was taken aback by her theory. "What made you think that? Are you forgetting that I left five years ago?"

Cora's face fell but Stiles interjected. "But you're his mate."

"Was." I rolled my eyes. "I was his mate."

"Whatever." Stiles was desperate. "There's got to be some sort of connection between you two, something that will help us figure out where he is."

I bit my lip and thought for a moment. I eyed Cora and her eyes begged me to try. I sighed and gave up. I pulled a chair and sat down.

"When Derek and I were fifteen…."

I panted heavily as I desperately tried to outrun the hunters. The fog was getting thicker as I go deeper into the woods; Derek and I were being hunted. I was careful not to run too fast as Derek wasn't as fast as I was.

I heard a thud and a groan; I immediately stopped and turned back. Finding Derek on the ground; covering his ears, trying to block out the high-pitched noise that got louder and louder. I shook my head, trying to block the noise out myself.

"Derek, let's go." I helped him up to his feet.

We ran together, my hand in his. I sensed the hunters nearby, I could hear their guns clanking and their crossbows clicking as the arrow gets into place. Another high pitched noise came from above us, I growled; feeling as if my brain was going to bleed. Derek and I ran the opposite way from the noise. A man, no a wolf, slammed right into me and Derek; he looked only a few years older than us. I took a fighting stance as did Derek, ready to defend ourselves from him.

"You're a Hale." He stared at Derek then turned to me. His eyes widened. "A Kroes."

Derek and I looked at each other and back at the young wolf, just as I heard a trigger click. It was as if everything thing was in slow motion in that moment. I heard as the arrow shot out of its place on the crossbow, I heard the whistling in the air as the arrow travelled towards us and I watched as the arrow hit the back of the young wolf's neck and lodge into his throat. The man fell to the ground as Derek and I watched in horror.

The hunter came out from behind the tree and took aim at Derek, we were both frozen in fear. I took Derek's hand in mine as I heard another arrow click into place and a split second later shot right at us. I tried to focus on the arrow, ready to catch it mid-air but it I couldn't, my heart was beating in my ears and the arrow travelled in a blur. A hand caught it before it ripped through Derek's chest. Uncle Peter threw it to the ground and grabbed us both, leading us away. We ran as fast as we could, I didn't care anymore how much slower Derek was compared to me, I was willing to drag him if I had to.

We found refuge in a basement of an abandoned house, a large tree growing up through the foundation. I hushed Derek and held him. We sat in silence and listened out for the hunters in fear.

"You guys were gone for two days." Cora murmured as she looked out of the window, watching the droplets on the other side slide down. I nodded. "Waiting, hiding…" She trailed off and turned to Stiles. "That's what we're taught to do when the find us. Hide and heal."

"Okay, so is two days standard then or are we thinking that Derek's on some extended get away." Stiles paced back and forth, growing impatient.

"Why do you care?" Cora's eyebrows furrowed, growing annoyed at the human.

"Why do I care?" Stiles scoffed. "Let's see; because over the last few weeks my best friend tried to kill himself," Stiles started listing off, counting with his fingers. "his boss nearly got ritually sacrificed, a girl who I've known since I was THREE was ritually sacrificed, Boyd was killed by alphas.." he licked his lips. "I-you want me to keep going? Because I can, for like an hour!" The boy threw his hands up in frustration.

I sat in silence. "You think Derek can do anything about that?" Cora stepped towards the boy and rested her hands on the desk in front of her.

"Well since he's the one everyone seems to be after, it's more like he should do something about it yeah." Stiles continued to pace back and forth.

"I don't know." Cora shook her head. "There's something different about him now. He wasn't like this when I knew him."

"What was he like?" Stiles queried, his eyes landing on me.

Heavy steps started coming down the spiral, metal staircase. All our heads turned to see Peter. "A lot like Scott actually." I nodded my head at Peter's answer. "A lot like most teenagers, unbearable romantic…"

"Profoundly narcissistic." I added. Peter nodded his head in agreement.

"Tolerable really only to other teenagers." He gestured at the two teenagers as he approached them.

"So what happened? What changed him?" Stiles raised his brow.

"Well the same thing that changes a lot of young men… a girl." Peter shrugged. Stiles and Cora looked at me. "Though Savion is Derek's mate, she wasn't in Derek's mind… at least not for a while."

"You're telling me some girl broke his little heart?" Stiles mused. "That's why he's the way he is?"

Peter turned to me and Cora. "Do you remember Derek before he was an alpha and had blue eyes?" Cora shrugged. "Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes?" He asked Stiles.

Stiles shook his head. "I always thought it was a genetic thing." I almost laughed at the boy's lack of werewolf knowledge.

Peter smirked. "If you want to know what changed Derek, you need to know what changed the colour of his eyes."

Derek walked into the dance studio, his heart pounding, and his face held an excited grin. He walked over to the stereo and pressed a button, the music I had playing immediately stopped.

"You know I have to practice, right?" I scratched the back of my neck in irritation.

Derek ignored this and sank down in front of the mirror, his back leaning on it. "Her name's Paige." He blurted with a goofy grin on his face. I felt my heart fall to my stomach.

"I don't care, get out! I have to practice for the recital." I removed the fluff clinging to my leotard, mostly trying to hide the hurt written on my face from Derek.

"Come on, Savy." Derek cooed playfully and pouted. "I thought you'd always be here to listen?"

I rolled my eyes and gave up, sitting next to him as I stretched and listened to him gush over a girl named Paige.

"Okay, so if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he?" Stiles' eyes narrowed. "How old were you?" His eyes shot from me to Peter. "How old are you now?"

"Not as young as we could've been but not as old as you might think." Peter avoided his question. I shrugged and nodded at Peter's answer.

Stiles shook his head. "Okay, that was frustratingly vague." He turned to Cora. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"See that's an answer." Stiles pointed at Cora and turned to Peter. "That's how we answer people."

"Well seventeen how you would measure in years." Cora further explained.

"Alright, I'm just going to drop it." Stiles shook his head, giving up on trying to figure out how old we were. He turned back to me and Peter. "What happened to Derek and the cello girl?"

"What do you think happened?" I smirked; Stiles nearly rolled his eyes again at my vague answer.

"They're teenagers." Peter started. "One minute it's 'I hate you don't talk to me', the next it's frantic groping in any dark corner they can manage themselves alone in five minutes."

Cora and Stiles had disgusted looks on their faces and turned to me as if to confirm if it was true. I nodded again.

"He took her to the abandoned distillery… where the packs would meet. He asked me to take him there months before that as he never got to go. Only Laura, because she was the next in line to be an alpha for the Hale family and I, because I'm a true alpha, got to come a long with Aunt Talia and my mother." I murmured. "I didn't know he'd take her there."

It had been months since I turned into an alpha, Aunt Talia had been teaching me how to do things. With my family dead from the recent attack by the hunters, I was an alpha without a pack, I was an omega. Aunt Talia told me how powerful I was, she said that much like her I could shape shift into an actual wolf.

I ran through the woods and to the distillery, I could sense living beings in there and I needed to get them out. I could see a figure standing by the side.

"Uncle Peter?" I blinked and tried to see as a wolf.

He turned to me with questioning look. "What are you doing here?"

"What are YOU doing here? And who's in there?" I pointed to the abandoned building. Uncle Peter stood in silence unable to come up with a lie to cover up. I rolled my eyes; just from the heartbeat I knew it was Derek inside.

I marched in to find Derek inside with a girl in his arms, their faces inches away from each other. It was no time for me to act like a broken hearted teenage girl. I had to get them out.

"Get out!" I yelled. Derek and Paige looked at me in shock. "GET OUT!"

"W-what ar-"

"No time, just get out!" I shoved them to the other door. "Get out of the woods!" I yelled at them again. Both of their heartbeats rose as they stared at me in confusion and fear. I drew in a deep breath. "GET OUT OF HERE!" I growled, my chest heaving. I exited the building and found Uncle Peter. "Make sure you get out of these woods and take them with you."

"Wh-what's going on?" Uncle Peter stuttered, looking a bit shaken.

"They're coming. The packs are coming." Uncle Peter nodded and turned the other way to lead Derek and Paige to safety.

I started running back to Derek's house; I arrived just in time as Aunt Talia was getting ready to shift. Laura was out of town so it was just going to be me and Aunt Talia. My heart was pounding, it was the first time I'm going to face the other packs without my mother and older brother; as an omega.

Aunt Talia could sense my nervousness. She stroked my hair and cupped my face. "You look just like your mother." She smiled at me. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me; my mother was beautiful. "She and your brother would be proud of you."

"Thank you, Aunt Talia." I murmured. I looked down unsure of what to do. The way Aunt Talia did it was quick and effortless, one minute she'd be human and the next she'll be howling on all fours; completely unrecognizable.

"Don't overthink it." Aunt Talia answered my unspoken question. "The less you think about it, the easier the shift will be for you."

I took a deep breath and pushed the shift, I could feel venom pumping through my veins. I kept my eyes shut and pushed more. I could feel Aunt Talia's eyes on me. A sharp snap came from my back and I screamed at the agonizing pain and fell to the ground. I panted and shook my head.

"I-I c-can't." I shook my head, trying to blink the tears away.

"Yes, you can." Aunt Talia encouraged me with a gentle voice but a firm tone.

I pushed more; feeling every bone in my body shift out-of-place to form a wolf. I breathed heavily and glanced around the woods in wolf vision. It felt like hours.

"My first shift took six hours, yours took under ten minutes." Aunt Talia crouched beside me, smiling proudly and stroked my head.

I looked down to see paws covered in white fur. I successfully shifted to an actual wolf. I got on my feet and shook out my fur. Aunt Talia was in wolf form in no time. We started running towards the distillery; I stayed by her right side slightly falling behind. I was careful not to take the lead as I was younger and had no idea what I was doing.

Aunt Talia let out a howl as we got closer, I could sense other wolves… a lot of them. We broke through the fog and Aunt Talia and I started walking, carefully watching the wolves inside that eyed us as we approached them.

The betas backed up and the alphas stepped forward, watching us in awe. Surprised to see two wolves. Aunt Talia and I stopped right in front of them. Shifting back into human form was much easier and not at all painful. Deucalion's eyes shot from Aunt Talia to me, surprised to see someone so young. Two female betas approached us both and covered us with a warm cardigan.

"Wait… yo-you can transform into a dog?" Stiles interrupted.

"A wolf." Cora corrected him.

"And Aunt Talia…"

"Is my mother." Cora finished off.

I nodded. "She was well-known and widely respected by our kind. She was wise and powerful, being able to fully shift to a wolf is rare. This made her somewhat of a leader, packs came to her for advice."

"And you're just like her?" Stiles raised an eyebrow at me.

I shook my head. "No… no. I wish I was."

Aunt Talia argued that Ennis had the right to seek revenge and that we weren't the only people to adhere to rituals thousands of years old. Deucalion counters the argument by saying that it isn't a reason for not evolving.

Ennis was growing impatient. "They ripped his claws right out of his fingers! How is that evolving?! Useless debate! I'm done with it!" He stepped away from Deucalion. Ennis placed his hand on the metal wall, making it shake in contact. His nails growing into claws.

"Ennis don't!" Deucalion said firmly. "Don't make this a part of a historical cliché. With two such powers it never ends at an eye for an eye, a skirmish becomes a war; murder becomes a massacre and we end up no better than our enemies."

Ennis shook his head and ignored Deucalion. He dug his claws into the metal wall and used them to make an enormous spiral; his hand moved so fast the metal sparks and glowed with heat.

He had marked the wall with an enormous symbol of vendetta. Deucalion sighed and shook his head at the enraged alpha.

Peter traced the spiral on the fogged up window in the loft.

"You guys really take that revenge thing to like a whole new level." Stiles noted.

"It's not just revenge." I explained to him. "Losing a member of your pack isn't like losing family… It's like you lose a limb."

Cora's eyes fell to her hands that rested on the table. Stiles shot us all a sympathetic look before taking Cora's hand in his and stroking the back of it, Cora shot him a grateful look.

I stared out the window and watched the rain fall. "They wouldn't even let Ennis see the body."

"I don't get it." Cora took her hand from Stiles and ran it through the length of her hair. "What does this have to do with Derek?"

Peter and I looked at each other. "Everything." We murmured.

Peter stepped towards us. "It's never just a single moment to confluence of events. Personally, I looked at Ennis' circumstances and I saw profound lost. Derek saw something different, he saw opportunity."

"Opportunity, to do what?" Stiles questioned.

"To always be with her." Peter sighed. "The thing was, he had this constant fear, obsessing over it; thinking about it all night, all day, always on his mind."

Cora and Stiles looked at us in confusion. "He was scared Paige would find out, he was scared that he'd hurt her… he was scared because she was normal and he wasn't. The only way he thought they'd always be together is if he turned her."

"I kept telling him not to do it." Peter's heart rate rose. "Every day the more he thought about it the more convinced he became."

I raised a brow at him, I didn't know what was going through Derek's mind then as I was always with Aunt Talia but there was something about the way Peter's heart rate sped up that made me iffy.

"He knew Aunt Talia would never do it… neither would I." I murmured. "So he asked Ennis."

"Wait, why Ennis?" Cora interjected; surprised that Derek would choose Ennis.

"Why not?" Peter let his head lean on the wooden panel behind him. "Ennis needed a new member for his pack, Paige was young and strong. Doing a favour for Derek means that Ennis would be in good with Talia… back then everyone wanted to be in good with her." Peter's voice oozed with jealousy as he spoke about his older sister.

"He doesn't remember it was Ennis, does he?" Stiles intertwined his fingers together.

"If he does, he keeps it to himself." Peter shrugged.

"So then what happened? Did he turn her?" Stiles stretched out his back.

"Almost." Peter looked away. "Derek came at Ennis. Fifteen year old boy, against a giant. There was no use for him to fight; she had already been bitten."

"So did she turn?" Cora inquired as Stiles played with her fingers.

Peter turned to them. "She should have. Most of the time the bite takes. Most of the time."

Stiles immediately stopped what he was doing and turned to Peter. "When you offered it to me you said 'if it doesn't kill you'." I looked at Peter in disbelief, finding out that he had offered it to an innocent young man.

"If." Peter breathed. "It didn't matter that she was young and strong, some people just aren't made for this."

Stiles had tears welling up in his eyes. Cora switched seats to sit next to him and rub comforting circles on his back.

"She fought. She struggled desperately. Trying to survive." Peter said his face blank and his eyes staring into the distance. As if he was seeing everything all over again. "I remember taking his body from his arms, to the woods to a place where I knew that it would be found. Another in the long line of Beacon Hills animal attacks."

"What about Derek?" Cora sniffled as tears started to form in her eyes as well.

"Taking an innocent life takes something from you as well. A bit of your soul darken, dimming the once brilliant golden yellow to a cold, steel blue…" He blinked and looked up; revealing a glowing set of blue eyes. "Like mine."

We all stayed silent, Peter and I trying to recover from walking down memory lane, Stiles and Cora from hearing the horrifying story of our past. All that time I had spent trying to become the alpha Aunt Talia was, Derek was going through something a fifteen year old boy shouldn't be going through. Once again the burden of not being normal dawned on me and it irritated me.

I stood up. The three looked at me with questioning eyes. "I'm going to look for Derek." I shoved my hands in my pockets, one wrapping around my keys.

"I'm coming with you." Stiles volunteered; standing up from his seat.

"No." I shook my head. "I'll let you guys know if I find anything." Stiles reluctantly sat back down and nodded. "Please stay safe." I murmured, looking at the two teenagers. They both nodded and murmured a 'you too' before I walked out.

I climbed into my car and sped off, my head only focusing on one place; the abandoned distillery. The rain was heavy as I drove out of Beacon Hills but ceased once I reached the woods. I thought for a moment and took my clothes off shoving them back into the car.

I walked further into the woods, goose bumps forming as the cold air touches my skin. I stopped at the small clearing, just deep enough into the forest. I took a shaky breathe and closed my eyes.

I let the venom spread all over my body, I shook my head in frustration. I hadn't shifted ever since Aunt Talia died in the fire over six years ago. I pushed the shift more, groaning in frustration.

Don't over think it. I heard Aunt Talia's voice.

I relaxed, taking in another breath. I cracked my neck and tried again. I was trying to keep myself calm but irritation slowly bubbled in me as I felt no change but the venom pumping through my veins. On the verge of giving up, I felt something snap in me. I let out a shriek as every bone in my body shifted slowly to place as I transformed into a wolf. I opened my eyes to see fur growing over my hands and it slowly turned into a paw.

I got on my feet and shook out my fur. I started running further and further into the woods, towards the abandoned distillery. The trees and the ground turning into a blur, I could almost feel Derek as I got closer. I shifted back to my human form just behind the distillery and entered through the back door, I walked in further and found Derek standing by the front door, staring at the spiral that was made by an alpha many years ago.

"It's not your fault, you know." I told him. Derek jumped at the sound of my voice. "It's just me." Derek turned around to be greeted by a very naked me. His heart rate rose. "Again, nothing you've never seen before."

Derek shrugged out of his jacket and placed it around my shoulders. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and buttoned it up. Derek stared at me with complete heartbreak on his face, his eyes filled with tears and his body shook as he tried to hold it in.

I stepped towards him and took him in. I snaked my arms around his neck, placed a hand on the back of his head. He sobbed into the crook of my neck, his tears wetting my skin. His arms wrapped around my waist tightly as he was clinging on to his life.

"Everyone around me just keeps getting hurt." Derek blubbered. "I-I don't know what else to do, Sav." He shook his head. It was the first time I've seen Derek break down, even after the fire he held everything in.

I couldn't tell him that everything will be fine; I couldn't sugar-coat it. A war was about to break out between two packs and a dark druid. More people will die and more people will get hurt.

I pulled his face away and cupped it in my hands; I wiped his tears away with my thumbs. "You can't blame yourself for every death you hear of, Derek." I murmured and let my arms drop to my sides.

Derek stayed silent for a moment, opening his mouth then closing it as if trying to find the right things to say. "Why are you here?"

"What do you mean?"

Derek bit his lip. "I mean, why are you here? You know what I did with Jennifer…" In that moment it felt like a ton of brick had hit me. I clenched my fists. "Sav, you were gone. You left… and I didn't know whether I was ever going to get you back."

"Derek, I was in town. You saw me, hell you had me in your bed!" I yelled. "I came back."

"But not for me." Derek countered.

"And that night we spent together. That wasn't enough for you to hold on just a bit longer?" Derek stared at me blankly. "Derek, we weren't set up… the lunar bond; something we once thought was just a myth. It isn't. It tied our souls together the moment we were born and that's why we never went ahead and looked for someone else. Because we have each other." Tears started spilling, I hastily wiped them away. "Had. We had each other."

"Sav.." Derek started.

I held up a finger to stop him. "I'm sorry for thinking I still matter."

"Sav, don't do this." Derek reached out but I pulled away.

"I have a pack to get back to." I unbuttoned his jacket and dropped it to the floor. "You should let your sister know you're still alive." I started walking towards the door; ready to shift.

"Savion, please! Let's fix this." Derek begged.

"What's there to fix huh? You were right, I left and now I'm leaving again." I closed my eyes and cracked my neck, taking in a deep breathe I pushed the shift; with no difficulty I felt my bones shift into place and soon enough I was a wolf.

"You have me." Derek murmured. "You'll always have me."

I turned to look at him, his expression even more of a wreck than before. I was torn between staying with him and leaving. But I couldn't do it; I couldn't let myself be that girl. I huffed and pushed myself off my back legs, running as fast as I could away from the distillery. Away from Derek Hale.


Author's Note:

Hola! I'm a bit iffy about the way I ended this chapter, originally I was going to give you guys a massive Derek/Savion moment but then I remembered that when Derek comes back it's important that him and Jennifer still get together because you know... that's how it goes.

So I made them fight and made Savion run back to her pack, obviously more willing to oblige to Deucalion's commands even with her being able to control the demon wolf and almost breaking the sire bond last chapter, you know stopping herself from killing Derek and all because she loves him verrrrry muchos. :3

Oh and I sprinkled a little bit of Stiles/Cora in there because I always thought they would be amazing together, so I might do something for them later on down the track.

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