Tears of Blood Part II: Last of The Wilds

Chapter 4: Crows, Ravens, Fox and Vixens

Watford

Mercure London Watford Hotel, London

Monday

Time: 0200Hrs

Stiles stopped running as soon as his alarm hit the hour mark, finding a bench he sat down, and breathed the crisp cool morning air. It was cold and fresh, as the day's events haven't yet started polluting the oxygen rich morning.

Sighing at his own whimsical thoughts he pulled out his phone and called the only other person he knew who could protect him from the terrors he couldn't fight.

'Stiles!' and then a paused, 'Should I get Derek for you?'

"No. I'd have called Derek if I wanted to talk to Derek", he answered curtly.

'Stiles?'

"How do you make the nightmares go away?" Stiles whispered, "I know what I did, I know the sacrifice I gave, I'd do it again in a heartbeat, but I can't keep doing this, I think I'm losing my mind", he hissed terrified as he forced himself to breathe.

'They never really go away, I haven't stopped having them. But I can't help you Stiles, if I don't know what you're actually referring to'.

"We—we never really told anyone what we did. Scott and Allison finally did though, they told Melissa and Chris and d-dad", he stumbled over the word and sighed, "I never wanted to tell anyone", he whispered, "It was supposed to be our burden to bear, but I've cut off all ties, and now I can't breathe!" he hissed harshly, clawing a palm through his hair.

'What did you do Stiles?'

Even though the worry scratched at his guilty shell, he continued; 

"We gave ourselves as faux sacrifices", he whispered and then explained the ritual in vivid, explicit, excruciating detail. 

Every feeling, every emotion that had high jacked him from the moment Ms. Blake had been disclosed as Julia Baccari. 

Stiles kept talking, stuttering, choking and pouring out, every heart twisting, panic grabbing, jolt of fear that kept rousing deep inside him, and strangling his sanity away. Bit by careful bit.

'It would explain, why you can't tell Derek... Fuck Stiles, you are way too noble'.

Stiles laughed then a harsh cruel, grating sound, it made him wince.

'And Lydia was your Anchor?' a pause, "Could it be possible you need another anchor, someone else that can pull you out of the darkness??"

"Isn't that what I asked, Peter!?"

'Touchy, touchy, sheesh!' Peter sighed, 'Why do you think Lydia didn't work for you?'

"I think it's because I started to feel less lovey-dovey feelings for her after Jackson and the Kanima incident. My feeling shad changed, and in both respects when it came to Allison and Isaac, they could anchor each other on the basis they knew what losing a parent felt like, even if their parents were pathetic. Isaac's dad, Allison's mom", he pointed out on an exhale, "Also, there's a certain bond between Isaac and Allison, he probably feels something for his Alpha's significant other. Do werewolves have mates?" he asked.

'In very rare situations, mostly what we consider a mate bond, it's not as complete as wolves. We being part human, can think, instinct isn't the only driving factor between us', Peter explained. There was a sound as pages of a book were turned. Peter was researching...