One Night

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Y'all we are slowly coming to a close here, five chapters remaining including this one.
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"She's not getting any better." Derek sighs as he watches Peter swat a hand and then charge his way up the spiral stairs.

    Minutes later Issac returns he doesn't bother with saying anything as he makes his way over and crouched on the other side of Cora. He dads her forehead with a rag then steps back. The teens heart pounds in his chest, this is part of his pack, hurt and his alpha is just sitting there. Issac begins to pace slightly as he keeps an eye on the two; Derek on the other hand doesn't even glacé toward his beta. His eyes can't be taken from his sister. He raged breath her pale white lips coated partially with black. She coughs gently, then a rougher one. A while pearl pops from her lips sticking to the black blood. Derek reaches and picks it free.

     "She's dying isn't she?" Issac asks as he passes, worry and water logged eyes scanning both his fellow beta and alpha.

     "Yea..." is all the man answer with. Is a whisper, nothing in response.

     Issac stops and stares. "So what are you going to do?"

     "I don't know?..."

     "We'll figure something out. While Scott and stiles were out there trying to help people and stop them from getting killed you were in here!" The wolf finally snaps. He crouched toward Derek hand flung out as if toward the danger or boys. "Rolling around in the sheets, obeying the real killer. Do you even know how many people she killed?" He yells in exasperation, stepping back in his anger away from the other wolf

     "I was under her control it wasn't by choice, Issac." Derek tries to explain, knowing the boy doesn't care much when he hears him scoff.

     "Erica and Boyd are dead Cora is dying and you're here Doing NOTHING!" His eyes Blair with an orange brightness. His anger burning, Derek inly glances towards the teen before retiring to his resolution. "Derek! Why- why'd you do this to us. You knew they'd come. Was it only ever about the power. Were you bored, were you lonely?"

     "Maybe."  The man finally gives. His silence breaking with his voice. "I told Cora I wouldn't leave, I'll help the others when I figure out how to help her." Theres a scratch of fear behind his tone that can't be fixed.

     "There isn't time!" Issac yells, uncaring anymore, an empty pang fills Derek's chest and then softens again. He knows he's losing the last of his pack. Issac throws open the door before taking a startled step back. "Don't bother." He announces as he pushes past the jittery teen.

    Stiles ignored the comment as he makes his way inside. Issac shits the door behind him and leaves the two alone. That familiar scent wafts to Derek, the sweetness, freshness, even the slightly bitter. The man loves the scent and can only attack it to one person. Unsure of himself Derek cups his hands together and leans his chin on his knuckles, elbows in his knees. Theres a gentle sigh and footsteps as stiles scent inches closer, his heart beat is calm and Derek closes his eyes to the sound. Theres a soothing warmth besides the alpha as stiles makes his way to Derek's side.

    The teen plops himself down besides Derek, half on Derek with the way the man had taken up almost the whole bench. Derek finally opens his eyes and glances over to stiles, watching from a side view as the boy pulls his brown bag into his lap. He wears his red sweater and a black t-shirt beneath it. "If you'd say something I'd like to reveal that I went to Deaton's to see if the Druid could help any."