Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Twenty Six

A/N - This is the final chapter guys. Thank you for reading. I will be making a second book for this, and I'm thinking about writing my own orginal story. I'm sorry it takes me so long to upload but before I type everything up, I handwrite everything. This helps me improve the chapters as I type. Thank you again.

"Hey. This isn't exactly an all-terrain vehicle." Jackson snaps as Stiles speeds around the corners. I poke my head through the gap and glare at Jackson slightly.

"Did you pay for this car?" I ask.

"No."

"Then shut up." Stiles and I say in unison. We pull up outside the burnt down Hale house to see Peter in full monster wolf form, approaching the fallen Allison and Scott in furious strides and I see Chris Agent unconscious on the forest floor. Stiles quickly races out of the car and throws the first chemistry beaker, only for Peter to catch it with ease.

"Oh, damn." I hear Stiles say and Jackson and I race out of the car, me standing beside Stiles.

"Allison!" Scott shouts and throws Allison her bow and arrows. She quickly takes aim and fires, shattering the beaker. Peter's arm immediately catches on fire and he lets out a terrifying roar, making me flinch, as he tries to swat the fire out. I quickly look at Jackson to see him frozen, staring at the beast.

"Throw the second one Jackson!" I yell out, making Jackson snap back into action and he throws the second beaker at Peter, causing fire to consume Peter. But somehow, Peter has enough energy to turn around, setting his deadly gaze onto Allison and starts staggering towards her. Seeing what was happening, Scott stands up and quickly runs at Peter, kicking him in the stomach to push Peter the other way. Peter staggers to the trees, slowly turning back into human form and he collapses, unable to move.

"I can't decide whether that was awesome or horrifying." I say quietly, turning to Stiles as he looks at me.

"I say both. Definitely both." Smiles spread across our faces and I throw my arms around his shoulders, giving him a hug, which he immediately returns.

"We did it! It's finally over." I say into Stiles' shoulder and he squeezes me tighter, the space between us non-existent.

"Yeah, we did." He whispers into my ear and he pulls back to look at me in the eyes. Without thinking I smash my lips against his in a passionate kiss, one that he instantly returns. With my arms already around his neck, I somehow manage to pull him closer to deepen the kiss, my fingers running through his buzz cut as our lips move in sync. He lets out a small moan and his grip tightens around my waist bringing me closer. This is so much better in reality then that dream.

"Wait!" I manage to hear Scott yell and Stiles and I break apart to see Derek hovering over Peter's body. "You said the cure comes from the one that bit you. Derek, if you kill him, I'm dead." Wait, he's still alive? How is he still alive? "Allison's father, Allison's family, what am I supposed to do?" Derek looks from Scott to Peter, fury buried deep within his eyes. Derek lifts up his hand; claws extended, and brings them down across Peter's throat, evidently killing him.

My breath hitches as I see Scott's face contort with betrayal and despair as Derek turns around, his once blue wolf eyes glowing red.

"I'm the Alpha now."

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It is now the morning after all those events, and it is beautifully sunny. But I couldn't bring myself to appreciate it because of the same reasons why I couldn't get any sleep. From all the events that happened last, the good and the bad, my mind hasn't stopped running, which has made me restless.

When I finally got home last night, after Jackson and Stiles dropped me off, I was able to finally have a shower, removing all the dried blood from my skin. There are no longer any marks on my skin so there's no longer any evidence showing what Peter did to me. At least now I know I can still heal on my own, but very slowly, which will no doubt be an issue in the future. I got changed into a pair of tights and a hoodie, but because of my stupid mind that won't shut up; I am now sitting on my roof, outside my bedroom window, looking at the view of my hometown.