Love Saves {Sterek: Book Two}

Chapter 1

Scott:

Scott's phone buzzed in his pants leg. He pulled it out and read the message.

Group Name: The Pack

From: Derek

Get to the Packhouse. Meeting now.

Scott looked at his mother who sat across the table from him. "Was that the Pack?" she asked, not moving her gaze from the food below her.

Scott nodded. He knew how him not being around lately has hurt his mother. He could smell her sadness flow from her in waves. Large, gigantic waves.

Melissa took a sharp inhale, slowly nodding her head. "Very well," she stood from where she was. "You should go, Scott. It could be important."

"Whatever it is it can wait, mom. We haven't been spending much time together. It can't be so important," Scott tried to compromise.

"Scott, honey," Melissa said, placing her hands on both of his shoulders. "Your best friend is missing - your brother. Find him. Do whatever you need to in order to find him, then we can spend more time together."

Scott nodded at the smile Melissa offered, ushering him out of the house quickly.

"I love you," she whispered as Scott peeled out of the driveway on his bike.

Derek:

Derek stood in the charred remains of his Packhouse - the second house of his that burned to the ground because of hunters. He picked up and tossed as many boards as he could out of the crumpled mess. The crumbling pieces of wood sweated their coats of thick, black ash, staining his hands a dark grey color after the dried dust wiped off onto his blue jeans.

The new burned smell of his house reignited the flames of his memories, blinding him with the smoke of his destructive past.

The night ran through his head, making his guts burn with hatred, guilt, sadness, and even a little acceptance.

A very, very little amount of acceptance.

Okay, no acceptance whatsoever. That bitch Kate got what she deserved when Peter slashed her throat, but his heart still ached for that hole forever scorched in his heart.

And now Stiles, his mate, was taken from him. Everyone I love gets hurt, Derek's eyes widened in realization.

"No they don't," a voice snapped him from his sorrowful daydreaming. He looked up and came to eyelevel with Isaac. Liam, Scott, and Lydia behind him, all looking sadly at Derek.

"How did you-"

"You were mumbling, that's what I caught," Isaac explained. "So, you've got us. What do you need?"

"We're looking for the triskele jar. I couldn't find it anywhere in the saved junk, so we need to find it here," Derek explained, continuing his search through the black, burnt wood.

The other four looked at one another, the boys shrugging their shoulders and moving to help Derek. Lydia dramatically sighed, pulling her heels off, "You owe me a new outfit," she grumbled, carefully lifting the crumbling wood.

Stiles:

Stiles woke up facing the weed infested ground of the forest floor. The leaves of the trees whipped rapidly, voice among the loud, wicked winds. Stiles can't quite make it out, but they don't sound real.

Stiles slid from the thick branch he sat on to the ground below. His hand quickly went to the small of his back, touching the cool metal of the gun.

"Encuentran al chico," he faintly heard from behind him. He strained his eyes, squinting very tightly, and looked between the trees. He could make out small figures weaving through the trees.

Run, he heard clearly. He whipped his body around, the sound seeming to come from all around him.

Stiles brought his hands to his throbbing head. He fell to his knees, hands on the ground holding him up, when sharp spikes of pain ripple through his temples. "What the fuck?" he all but coughs, shakily starting to run.

A small, but growing, fire burned amongst the weeds where his hands were previously planted.

* A/N: I know this is short but I wanted to put this out there and give you all the knowledge that I have figured out the history for this story. Sadly, it will not be including as much mythology as I would have hoped, but it just didn't fit right with the story. I will be uploading again this weekend, and hopefully one before that. Also, for a little while longer, my story The Cult will be on hiatus while I research different aspects that would have occurred before the story's setting. Thank you all for your continued support, it means so much to me. *