My True Pack.

Chapter 13

Scott McCall's Point Of View.

All the pack met at Derek's loft. We were there to decide what to do about Stiles and his other friends. But till now, no one had any ideas.

"The Scorch? They're going to the Scorch? And you want us to go with them?" Isaac asked.

I kind of nodded. "Well, we can't just let them go and hope they don't die!"

"I kind of would do that. I--Stiles changed and I don't want to see what he has become." Liam confessed.

"Look, this is still Stiles Stilinski. This is still my best friend. This is the boy that helped through everything. It's not like he just forgot about us."

Malia sighed. "He did forget us. Now, he just doesn't want to remember us. He smelled different. I smelled depression and hate. Not happiness and ADHD."

I threw my hands in the air. "Well, goddamn it, what do you want me to do?! He doesn't want to talk anymore and he's still upset about the whole Donovan thing. For Goddamn's sake, what can I do?!"

I slammed my hands in the hard metal table, bending it. "I know he's not the same. I know it. But I want him to be."

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and Derek was there. "Maybe he'll never be the same again. Even before Donovan, he wasn't the same. The nogitsune did something to him. Remember?"

I sighed. "No, no I don't."

He chuckled darkly. "There was once a day, you and Stiles were gone to search Theo. And me and Peter stayed to figure some things out. Jackson was back and Liam was getting to know him. Then, Jackson sighed--."

"And I asked, 'Stiles wasn't like this went I met him.' And Liam furrowed his eyebrows like I said something stupid." Jackson gave me a half-smile.

"I furrowed my eyebrows because I never met Stiles before you bit me. Then, I asked Jackson here, how was he when he met him."

"And Peter answered--."

"A lot like Scott."

They all looked at me. And I sighed.

"Okay! Fine! After the nogitsune, Stiles was never the same. But he trie--."

"Scott. Stiles's sarcasm took a dark turn. It wasn't funny anymore. It was a way to mock people in moments of danger. He killed Donovan and didn't feel any guilt. I admit, it was self-defence and not a blowout murder like Theo described it but Stiles didn't feel any guilt. It was like, like--." Someone interrupted Lydia.

"Like his heart turned dark a bit. Like if the nogitsune took part of his innocence and corrupted it." Derek finished.

I flashed my red eyes to them. "And you didn't think I knew that?! Everytime I touched him, I felt pain! I felt an inmense wave of pain. Sometimes, even if I didn't touch him, the pain was there! For God' sake, the pain is still there. And I feel guilty, it's my goddamn fault he became like this. I took his soul and turned dark."

I let a cry of frustration. "My best friend, my best friend died the moment the nogistune came. He-he never been the same. Now, now he hates me and it's my enemy. Why?! Why does history repeats itself?!"

Liam furrowed his eyebrows. "What  do you mean?"

Derek looked at Peter and Peter looked at Liam. "Derek and Scott are similar on a way. And I guess me and Stiles are similar on a way too."

Derek cleared his throat. "You heard of Allison Argent?"

Liam nodded.

"My first love's name was Paige and just like Scott, I was naive but I loved her. I thought that there would be a happy ending to our story. I truly love her even if my best friend didn't like it. But I truly loved her. Just like Scott." Derek sighed.

"And?" Liam said.

"I was his best friend. Not only his uncle. And just like Stiles, I didn't approve of his secret relationship with Paige. And tried to warn him. But he didn't listen. In the end, his love died in his arms just like Allison did in Scott's arm. And Derek ended up hating me. Just like Stiles and Scott. I guess that it's all just fucked up."

Liam stood there. He looked at Derek and then me. And then at Derek and then at me again. "Oh."

"History will repeat itself many, many, many times Scott. It's the circle of life. You go bitten by Peter. I helped you. You bit Liam and Stiles helped you. We don't know what happened to Stiles in those four years." Lydia said.

"Look, we are sure of one thing. They're going to the Scorch and Lydia said that he might be the only one to get out alive. That Mark guy is already dying and who knows if one of us won't make it out alive! If we go, we might as well make our tombstone. We should not." Kira said.

Isaac cleared his throat. "I don't fear death. Allison and Aiden died for us. Allison died for me. She gave me her last arrow. If dying means paying off my debt so be it. I lived in pain for most of my childhood. Stiles or Thomas is still my friend and I'll fight for that."

A laugh was heard. We all turned around and I saw Mark Winston in the couch. He smiled at me and walked to the table.

"You kids have guts. But let me tell you this." His smile disappeared. "Thomas is not your friend. He's Minho's friend. He's not even my friend. But a dying man wants to make his amends. Not to apologize or hope Thomas would be my friend again. Just to die in peace and you should too. By remembering simple words."

"Why should we trust you?" Derek growled.

Mark sent a glare at him. "You have. I don't ask you to think of me as your savior or shit like that. Thomas doesn't even trust me anymore. But he fears what I know. Because he has tried to keep it secret. Just remember this words."

"Which are?" Liam asked politely.

"A5 and B5."

And he threw something at the table. A file.

Property of W.I.C.K.ED
SUBJECT: A5.
NAME: Newt.
LAST NAME: McCall.
STATUS: Alive.
RESPONSABLE: Thomas A2.

"Wh-what?" I croaked.

I looked at Mark that saw me and gave a sad nod. "I told Thomas to leave it alone. He didn't listen to me. Remember when I told you that you and Subject A5 have more than the same number in common? Well, here it is." He threw another file.

Property of W.I.C.K.E.D
SUBJECT: B5.
NAME: Scott.
LAST NAME: McCall.
STATUS: Alive.
RESPONSABLE: Mark A10.

"Newt is your cousin, Scott. And there's a reason why the flare affected him, why I saved him, why I'm dying for him, why Janson faked his death. It's the same reason why Peter bit you."

"How-how-what?"

Mark walked towards the door. "There was werewolf blood in you way before Peter bit you. The reason why you had asthma. Scott, Newt is a werewolf. And you're the cure. You're the only humans that even without being inmune can survive the Flare. And I cracked why."

I looked at him like maniac. He chuckled.

"Newt's wolf is dormant. For now. But Rat Man will do anything to wake it up. And believe me. That's a bad idea. Thomas knew why. Thomas made Newt what he is. I helped. Scott, this is not only a rescue mission. It's way more complicated than that. And we'll need you. No matter what."

And he closed the door.