Love Saves {Sterek: Book Two}

Chapter 2

* A/N: Please read the A/N at the bottom of this chapter. *

Derek:

"Have you guys got anything?" Scott's voice rang out amongst the ashy rubble. 

Four 'No's swept through the air in a quick response. Derek grumbled and lifted another piece of wood, tossing it far from his search. 

"Why do we even need this damn jar?" Liam asked. "I get it's an heirloom and all, but I still think Stiles should be our main priority."

"He is!" Derek snapped, Alpha eyes shining down on Liam. "Don't tell me that what I'm doing is not for my mate. Everything I do  is for him. Everything!"

Liam let out a low whine as a look of sorrow and regret spread across his face. Derek, who is still barring his red Alpha eyes, turns back to the burned house he stepped away from, taking in a sharp breath.

"No fucking way," he said, taking off towards the orange aroura of a fox slipping through the pile of logs. 

Scott blinks his eyes into a red color, Liam and Isaac doing the same, but into a glimmering yellow. Both stare as Derek approaches the fox.

"Why does it have an aroura around it? I thought only young ones have it since they can't control it," Scott called out to Derek who visibly shrugged.

"I'm not sure. Maybe, since the jar is from the Nemeton, its powers are all over the place and it can't control it."

Derek squatted down and moved the wood covering the jar. He hoisted it up quickly, rubbing the ash off of it, the fox's aroura dying as his eyes returned to the normal green.

"That's it?" Liam asked, a small bit of heat visible in his words. "That's what we've been searching for for the past three hours?"

"Yes, Liam, it is," Derek replied, hurrying over to the group. 

"What's even in it?"

Derek inhaled, tossing the jar between his hands, examining the triskele his mother Talia had carved into it early in his life. "A kitsune," he said. "A very evil kitsune."

Liam just gaped at Derek, attempt, and failing, to absorb his words.

Isaac was the next to speak up, "What are we going to do with it?"

Derek shook his head. "Right now? Nothing. If we can't find him, then we'll come up with a plan."

"What kind of plan?" Lydia asked, scared to even acknowledge what Derek was seeming to suggest.

"The kind of plan that will keep everyone safe and alive when we let the Nogitsune out."

Stiles:

Stiles ran as fast as he could, his lungs, as scrappy and rough as they were, pushed air out and pulled it in as the fire whipped at his heels. He continued to stumble as the environment around him grew more weed infested and the terrain inclined drastically.

As the terrain grew flatter, after Stiles' lower calves had been viciously torn apart by the whipping hands of the fire behind him, Stiles turned his head to watch the fire tear through the earth behind him.

Stiles could swear he heard the fire say, We're close, Stiles. But Stiles knew better. Fire couldn't talk, just like werewolves didn't exist. 

Stiles suddenly was faced with brown dirt and cobble, and the moment after that, his stomach jumped to his throat and he plummeted to the liquid below.

Stiles came struggling towards the top, happy to have escaped the fire. That was until he realized how dizzy and nauseated he had become. It wasn't until a burning stick began to fall towards him did Stiles notice just what type of liquid he was floating in.

Gasoline.

Stiles let out a large, strong scream as the stick hit the gas, igniting the area. He continued to scream as the heat intensified and the flames surrounded him. After just a few, short moments, he was completely engulfed by the hard-hitting flames.

Stiles jolted up from the branch he had set up on after a long day of running. A searing, white-hot pain in his abdomen led to his plummet to the ground. He groaned as his arms encircled him, the pain growing much more intense. He let out a struggled scream, eventually letting out a strong and loud shriek, as the pain seemed to take over his entire body.

Over his own screaming, and his slowly fading consciousness, stiles could hear a group call out, "Le busca!"

But even more present and recognizable, was the loud, echoing voice in his head. Thank you, Stiles. You've been ever so useful. 

* A/N: Hey all. I'm so sorry for the extreme lack of uploads recently. These past two weeks have been extremely hectic with driver's ed, drama club, my birthday and more. I will be uploading more frequently starting now. I want to thank you all so much for all your continued support on both this story and Love Kills it means the world to me.

Before I go, I wanted to ask if you guys would be interested in me creating a Character Theme Song list, which will just be a song in each of my chapters for a select character?

Also, in just a few chapters I will be uploading one chapter (small chapter) per character to give an inside view into what they are feeling, just to connect more with them and help with the history, because it involves everyone.

Thank you guys again for all the continued support, you're all the best! *