"Are you sure you saw him come up here?" You asked Scott.
"Yeah, it was definitely Peter," Scott said. He, you, and Derek walked up the stairs to the roof.
"Is that the door right there?" Derek pointed to where the stairs ended.
You all looked at each other. "I'll go first," you said.
"We've got your back," Derek responded.
You climbed the last few stairs and positioned your hand on the doorknob. You prepared yourself to see Peter, and swung the door open. Before your eyes could even adjust to the dark, Peter grabbed you.
"Scott!" You yelled as Peter wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to the edge of the roof.
"[Y/N]!" Scott and Derek both yell, running to follow you.
"Stop," Peter said loudly, pushing you closer to the edge. Your heels clung to the side of the roof, but the only thing keeping you from falling was Peter's arm around you. "Don't come any closer."
"Peter," Derek said sternly. "Let her go."
"Poor choice of words, nephew," Peter smiled, and released his arm from around you.
You fell so fast that there was no time to grab on to anything. There was no time to even scream for help. But as you kept falling, you screamed over and over. You screamed until you hit the ground.
It took Scott and Derek three and a half minutes to get to you. They had to beat up Peter, tie him to the roof, and run down the stairs. Your eyes were closed.
"[Y/N]," Derek said, tears in his eyes. "I love you."
"Please don't die," Scott cried.
"Guys, I'm a werewolf. I'll heal," you opened your eyes. Scott and Derek screamed for a good two minutes.
"We thought you were dead!" Scott said.
"You're an idiot," you told him.
Because you were in intense pain, the fact that Derek had just confessed his love for you didn't process.
"Scott," you sat up a little. "Can you call your mom before I pass out?"
Scott did as he was told. "I'll tell her we'll meet her at the house."
Derek swooped down and picked you up. He started to walk back to his car.
"Derek," you said weakly. "Did you just say you loved me?"
Derek thought for a second. "I thought you were dead."
"But," you said. "Do you love me?"
He tensed up and shut his mouth. He opened the car door and slid you inside. He then walked to the other side of the car and climbed in. He tossed the keys into the front seat where Scott would sit.
"I do love you," Derek said. "Even when I don't think you're dead."
You closed your eyes and smiled, putting your head on his shoulder before falling out of consciousness.
