I've read though part of this long story and I've found quite a few typos and grammatical errors. For a moment I pondered on going in and fix them, but decided against it. As far as I can see none of them are grave enough to cause problems for the reader. There may be reasons for a few laughs and a head-shake, but I can handle that. I'm pretty sure that someone would have mentioned it if something was totally off.

Melissa and Mr Stilinski have to go to work, but the rest of the guests gets shoved outside to continue the party. Isaac and Alex are happy. Joy worries about Eric and Troy and wants to go look for them. Stiles is not in a good mood, but Derek doesn't have time to deal with it at the moment. When the guests eventually leaves, Alex don't want it to end. Chris, Lydia, and, what I like to refer to as 'Derek's pack', are the only ones left. They decide to stay there for a little while longer after they have tided up somewhat. An uninvited guest turns their plan upside down.

Allison was pretty sure that there wasn't a dry eye in the room. Even the drunken boys from the lacrosse team secretly wiped their eyes. She didn't get emotional easily – especially after the bite – but the lump in her throat was now threatening to choke her.

There were still a couple of presents left to open, but no one seemed to care. Lydia leaned over and whispered as she wiped her nose with a napkin: "I got them matching pajamas, but I guess they won't be so interesting anymore."

Scott's mom came over and nudged Allison. "I have to go to work, but I don't want to interrupt anything, please just..." Both Allison and Lydia nodded. The scene in front of them – Isaac and Alex entwined in an embrace that didn't seem to end – was enough to understand why Melissa didn't want to disturb them.

A few second later Mr Stilinski came over with the same excuse, and Allison waved him off with a smile. "I know. Work. I'll deliver your goodbyes."

It seemed like nobody else dared to move, but then Derek stepped up and practically pushed people out the door. "The party will continue outside." He gestured for everyone to follow him. "I know that some of you are underage." He threw a peek at a couple of the boys. "Some of you have had enough already, but I don't care. I'm the boss around here now, and if I serve you... I serve you, and if I don't, you just have to deal with it."

That Scott's mom and Stiles' dad had left made this a little easier, but Allison could see that her dad and the Deatons weren't completely comforted by Derek's words. She let go of Lydia and ran over to her dad. "It'll be okay. Stiles and Scott are the only ones under eighteen, which is the legal drinking age in Europe."

Her dad chuckled humorously. "We're not in Europe darling, but it's okay. As long as Derek is I control, I'm not going to make a scene."

-o-o-o-o-

Alex' heart was threatening to jump out of his chest. He didn't manage to concentrate on the guests anymore. The only thing he could focus on was the ring. Isaac had said that it wasn't a proposal, but it sure felt like one. Not that it mattered so much. The most important thing was that he and Isaac were going to live together; happily ever after under this roof.

He had to take a moment before he could go outside and join the others. Isaac had practically been attacked by a couple of the girls from school. It was a friendly attack; they'd congratulated him and hugged him as they dragged him out the door.

The boys had been a little more standoffish, but Alex could see that Isaac received a couple of high-fives and a friendly knock on his shoulder when he mingled with the guests around the fire pit later.

Isaac, who'd been a little worried about what people would say about him having a boyfriend, did more than just reveal that he was gay; he'd dived head first out of the closet without much ado.

Alex startled a little when Scott nudged him. "Hey, do you want me to take care of this little thing while you party?" He was still holding the puppy who'd fallen asleep in his arms. Alex didn't know what to say. He was so overwhelmed at the moment, that he could barely take care of himself, but he also really didn't want to get a babysitter. "I, we, we should probably do it ourselves."

Scott chuckled a little and shook his head. "I really don't mind. You have a lot to celebrate right now, and this little one are not interested in partying." He looked down at the dog and smiled. "Get out there. You will have plenty of time to get to know him."

With a sigh, Alex reach his hand out and stroked the dogs back. The dog lifted his head a little and yawned before resting on Scott's arm again. "I've never had a pet before. We may need some help with this." Alex looked up at Scott. "Does he have a name?"

Scott shook his head. "At the clinic we just called him 'Little guy'. You and Isaac have to find a name for him yourselves." He nodded towards the door. "But just go, I'm sure he'll be better off in here. The noise outside will possibly scare him."

Stiles had been in the living room with Lydia putting away the food. They came over to Scott and Alex. "The ice is melting, we have to get the the food into a refrigerator soon." Stiles gave the puppy a little pat on the head. "And this one is way too young to party. I can take him."

Alex stared at him. "What are you saying? You want to take him to the loft to be by himself?" He shook his head. "No! Not gonna happen!" He shifted his gaze between Scott and Stiles. "Having a baby isn't easy. What should we do?"

Lydia hadn't said anything yet. She patted Alex' shoulder. "Stiles and I can bring the food back, and we can keep the dog in the car." She turned to Scott. "We can bring him back here after, we don't have to leave him there, just..."

-o-o-o-o-o-

"Did Troy just leave?" Joy was in her sister's room looking out the window. "Do you know where he went?" It was really a rhetorical question. She knew exactly were he was going. "They're gonna kill him."

Jade was getting ready for bed and flung the comforter to the side. "He won't do anything. He's probably worried about Eric." She sat down on the bed and took off the necklace. After caressing the rings, she put it on the nightstand.

Joy huffed and stared at her. "You don't even believe that yourself. He doesn't care about Eric. He wants revenge." She shook her head. "He is going to do something stupid and get himself killed, you know that."

It wasn't that she carried so many warm feelings for Troy, but he was family. "We have to stop him. Come on." She tried to pull her sister up from the bed, but Jade just pushed her away. "Let him go." She sighed and looked up at her sister. "Let him die, if that's what he wants." Joy stared at her dumbfounded. "I thought you loved him. Don't you want to stop him?"

Jade shook her head and sighed. "I do, I did, I loved him, but I can't save him." She lied down on the bed and stared into the ceiling. "He would never love me back. Troy only loves himself, and it will never change. I have to move on."

Joy stared at her sister and shook her head. "He's making a mistake; maybe he is somewhat narcissistic, but he is family. We have to try to save him." She walked towards the door. "I can't let him do this. If he injures any one of them, we'll have the Hale-pack at our doorstep. We promised to stay away." She knew very well that they wouldn't stand a chance if that happened.

She could hear a chuckle from Jade. "So it's really not Troy you worry about. You're worrying about your own skin."

Maybe that was it, but it didn't change much. Troy had to be stopped. It would be for his own good also. Joy opened the door before she turned to her sister. "If you are not coming with me, I'm going alone."

-o-o-o-o-o-

Stiles seemed a tad evasive and distant. He'd casually mentioned that he and Lydia were going to bring the food back to the loft before it went bad. When Derek tried to hug him, he'd just scooted away with a shrug.

For a moment, Derek wondered if it had anything to do with the guys from school. Maybe Stiles didn't want to out himself at the moment. Thinking about it, Derek was pretty sure that that wasn't it. Even if they hadn't announced their relationship so much, it was still common knowledge.

Everybody knew that Stiles practically lived at the loft, and that he'd move into the house with Derek as soon as it was finished. For some, they could be perceived as only good friends and roommates, but those who believed that had to be quite ignorant.

He watched as Stiles and Lydia started to carry the coolers out, and wondered if he should help them. He got a little sidetracked when Danny came over and asked for a beer and when he turned back, Stiles was standing on the porch staring over at the pit. He actually looked a little angry, but there was also a hint of sadness in his eyes. Derek followed his line of view, and discovered that Stiles was staring directly at Isaac and Alex. The two of them were sitting on one of the logs. Isaac had his arm wrapped around Alex, and they were both staring at Alex' ring finger.

Suddenly, Stiles seemed to become aware that Derek was watching him, and he hurried to turn away and walk inside.

'Could it be that Stiles wanted that?' Derek thought as he looked at the who lovebirds again. Maybe he wanted a real commitment; a proposal of some kind. They had been together for much longer than Alex and Isaac, but never really made any promises to one another. Not that there was any doubt in Derek's mind, but Stiles was a human and could possibly not feel the bond the same way as a werewolf would.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Eric had to leave. He'd been surprised that he hadn't received a call from the mansion, but he didn't want them to wonder. Alex had tried to get him to promise to come back and visit, but he was unable to do that. Isaac felt a little more comfortable around Eric now. He was actually quite nice, and when he managed to look at him as Alex' brother, it was much easier to handle the devotion the two of them felt for each other.

"I feel I'm the only sane person in that house now." Eric chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Maybe I always was." He gave Isaac a lopsided smile. "Hester wasn't completely normal, and you know that Alex is kinda crazy, right?" He knocked Alex gently on the shoulder with his fist. "Adorably insane." His voice was loaded with affection. Isaac looked down at Alex. That was exactly how he would describe Alex on some occasions.

He suddenly realized what it must have meant for Alex to have this guy to take care of him in Hester's house. Eric had been given a horrible chore after Alex' first night there. Hester had pushed Alex under the shower to rinse him off somewhat after he'd made a mess on himself because of the withdrawals, but it was Eric that had to clean him up completely and comfort him after the bite.

He had helped him through his first full moon. When Hester sometimes had been a little too rough, Eric had stayed with him until he was completely healed. Eric wasn't that much older than Alex, but he'd been the big brother that Alex had never had.

Isaac felt bad for resenting this guy. Even if Alex and Eric never had a sexual relationship, he'd worried that Alex' feelings for Eric was so profound that Isaac would always play second fiddle. He didn't feel that anymore. Eric was probably the best thing that had happened to Alex in a long time, and Isaac now knew that he was partially responsible for making him into what he was now.

The whole party was breaking up behind them, and Eric leaned in and gave Isaac a quick hug before he embraced Alex. "I'll better get going before the crowd blocks my escape." He nodded towards a couple of guys who were stumbling across the yard. "I don't want to accidentally run over a drunken teenager."

He pulled away and started to walk down the road, but then he suddenly turned. He dug his hand into his pocket and picked out a phone. "I completely forgot." He held it up. "Your phone is still working and the plan is payed for. The girls don't even know." Then he shoved it into Alex' hand. "Call me sometime."

-o-o-o-o-o-

The party was over. Alex, Lydia, and Scott were inside packing the rest of the food and throwing away all the used paper plates and plastic glasses. Allison and Derek were at the side of the house, putting pots and pans and utensils from the outdoor grill into a box. Stiles had gotten the boring chore of carrying things to the car.

Chris had left with a slightly intoxicated Isaac. They were going to bring the puppy to the loft. Scott had convinced them that the dog would be fine in his little kennel for a short period of time. "He was at the clinic over-night with no company but the other animals in there."

Everybody knew that that wasn't completely true. It wasn't that often they had overnight patients, but when they had, Scott or Dr Deaton – or sometimes Deaton's sister – always checked in on the animals at least one time during the night.

When everything was stowed away, the plan was to sit by the fire until it died down. Alex really didn't want the party to end, and he'd convinced them all to stay for a nightcap.

Stiles went up on the porch and picked up the box with unused paper plates and other nicknacks. It wasn't heavy, but it was quite big, so he couldn't see much as he walked towards the car. "Hi there." A voice next to him made him stop and turn his head. Between Lydia and Derek's cars, a tall blonde guy was leaning against a tree. He pushed away from it and took a few steps closer.

"Who are you?" Stiles turned so he had the box between him and the newcomer. "This is private grounds." The guy chuckled a little and rubbed his own chin. Stiles could see the claws, and realized that it had to be Troy. He vaguely remembered him from a long time ago at the loft.

He tried to stay calm as he got ready to drop what he was holding and run for his life. "Are you here to celebrate with us? The party is practically over, but I'm sure Alex'll be happy to see you." Stiles was pretty sure Alex wouldn't be happy at all, but he had to buy himself some time.

He threw a peek over his shoulder. He could see Derek, but he was moving away towards the back of the house. Stiles didn't know where Allison was, but everybody else was still inside. Scott came out on the porch and looked around. When he spotted Stiles, he waved for him, but could obviously not see Troy from that angle.

Stiles didn't know how to warn him about this imminent threat, without alerting Troy also. He started to move backwards, managing to give Troy a smile, but the guy was obviously not fooled by his attempt to be friendly.

Suddenly, Troy darted forward; Stiles dropped the box and was about to run away when he got grabbed by the neck and lifted off the ground. Then he got a set of claws dug deep down into his belly. He could almost feel something pop in there. A split second later, Troy threw him against a tree. Stiles experienced a kind of deja-vu as he flew through the air. This was almost like that time in the garage when he got tossed into the wall. He could see that Scott reacted instantly, and rushed towards them as he yelled for help.

Just as his body hit the three trunk, Stiles felt an excruciating pain in his back before he passed out.

He didn't know how long he'd been out when he opened his eyes again. Partially conscious, he he saw blurry faces around him. His whole body was aching, and it was extremely hard to breathe. He wanted to wipe his eyes; it felt like he had glue on his eyelids, but he was not able to move his hand to remove it. He realized that he couldn't really move any of his limbs; his head seemed detached form his body. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a whimper.

Keeping his eyes open was hard, but he wanted to know who was there. He tried to ask, but again, he found it impossible to form coherent words. It could have sounded like faint screams of pain, because he thought he heard Allison's voice. "He is in pain, hurry up."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Derek was at Stiles' side as he landed on the ground. Allison didn't know what to do at first. Scott was on top of Stiles' attacker; he had completely wolfed out and kept punching the guy's face. He seemed to have the upper hand, so Allison just kept an eye on them as she sat down next to Derek and Stiles. In the corner of her eye, she could see Alex approaching.

"Is he still alive?" Allison barely dared to ask. Stiles' leg was in an impossible position, probably broken in multiple places. A few scratches on his neck was bleeding. His hair was caked in with blood, so there was probably a cut in his head also. His face was almost unrecognizable under the red streaks.

That wasn't even the worst part. Blood was gushing out of his belly. Internal organs must have been hit by Troy's claws, and that meant that it would only be a matter of time before he exsanguinated. Even with werewolf-speed, they weren't going to get him to the hospital in time.

Allison had tried to be ready to help Scott, but as she watched, Troy managed to push Scott away and get to his feet. It seemed like he was trying to flee, but he didn't get very far. The sound of a gunshot startled her, and behind Scott, she could see her dad. He was pointing the gun at Troy, now lying on the ground. Chris placed two more bullets in his head before he kicked the body to make sure he was dead.

There were no time to mourn a dead wolf; Stiles was in serious trouble. He was looking at her, and she squeezed his hand. There was no reaction. It was like the hand was dead already. "Why did Melissa leave so early?" Allison spoke mostly to herself. She was pretty sure that Scott's mom couldn't have done much either, but a professional opinion would have been good. "I think... I think his neck is broken. He can't move his fingers."

Derek put his hand on Stiles' chest and scrunched his face. Allison could see the black streaks appearing on Derek's arm, as he did his best to ease his lover's pain. She knew that it would possibly take a lot of power, considering Stiles' condition.

"It won't help. He's going to die. You have to give him the bite." She tried to meet Derek's eyes, and could see that the red glow in them faded as his powers got drained. "Don't...say...that, I can...we can...save him." Derek threw a quick peek at her. There was a flash of orange in his eyes, before they turned bright blue. It looked like he was about to pass out from the exhaustion.

Stiles face changed and he seemed relaxed. Allison knew that what Derek had done was just a postponement of the inevitable. Stiles' heart was beating at a more normal rate, now that he couldn't fell the pain anymore, but even if the blood was draining from his body at a lower speed, it would still only give him a couple more minutes to live.

"It's the only way." She sniffled loudly as she spoke. "He's going to die." Allison watched as Derek cradled Stiles in his arms and looked up at her. He finally seemed to get it; he finally seemed to understand that what he'd done was futile in the long run. "I can't, I don't have the power."