Teen Wolf: All Grown Up

36. Seconds late

He laid there motionless, draining blood into the flooded loft. People weeping drowned the apartment, Derek especially. A wave of regret was all I had.

It was my fault, it was my fault that Boyd was dead.

Earlier that day, I went back to my place to catch up with school work. If I wanted to become a doctor someday I couldn't let my grades slip. However, I didn't feel an ounce of regret being with Danny. He means more to me than people could know.

My phone buzzed irritably in my pocket. I had thought that they'd call maximum two or three time.

I eventually picked up on the eighth, I was tempted to not at all considering it was Stiles.

"God! Don't you answer your phone!"

"I was trying to do homework. Is someone dead or something?"

"Not yet," he sighed, "I could really use your help, a little more important than homework."

"What's happened?"

"Deucalion is sending Kahli after Derek tonight, Scott's handling Deaton so we could really use your help."

He takes a pause before speaking.

"I need your help Atticus."

Stiles admitted that he needed me to help him. The exact reason we stopped speaking.

"Where? I'm going to my car now."

"Derek's, and hurry. His life may depend on it."

I drove as fast as I could legally. I've seen way too many road accidents to break the law, even if I did get a little quick on the quieter roads.

I reached Derek's loft to Miss Blake the English teacher recoiled in hear. I rush towards her but she completely ignored me. She was too fixated at the occurrence within the apartment.

Boyd was dropped onto Derek Hale's alpha claws. It wasn't pretty by any stretch of the imagination. The way Derek's claws were angled into Boyd, I knew there was no saving him now. Derek was already absorbing Boyd'a strength. For someone who was getting stronger, Derek was in pieces.

I hate Derek Hale, truly. But Boyd didn't deserve to die and Derek agreed. Boyd wasn't just his beta, he was his friend.

Stiles stood next to Derek with solace in his eyes for Derek and pleaded toward me to try. I'm not sure if I had been given anytime. I heal, I can't perform necromancy. However with the passing of Erica and now the potential passing of Boyd it may have been a useful skill.

I rush into the soaking wet apartment and over to Boyd's limp body. He was already dead. I try to do anything in my Druid ability to find anything left in Boyd, if there was some kind of spark I could find I could try mend him like that.

There was nothing. No spark. No light.

Boyd was dead. Truly dead.

And even though I'm a trained healer, I couldn't save him. There was nothing I could do to save him.

He laid there motionless, draining blood into the flooded loft. People weeping drowned the apartment, Derek especially. A wave of regret was all I had.

It was all my fault, it was my fault that Boyd was dead.