My True Pack.

Chapter 18

Third Person's Point of View.

Scott felt a big relief when Stiles didn't correct him about his name. Made him feel as if he was getting his best friend once again. But also made him feel guilty. And being in some dark tunnels made him remember a memory that he tried to forget.

"You too?" Stiles spoke as they passed all those tunnels.

"Me what?" Scott answered.

"You're remembering that night. Those days. When I was possesed by the Nogitsune. When you lost Allison and Aiden." The last part was just a mere whisper. But Scott heard it anyways.

"This is not how I wanted to spent my day. In some dark tunnels." He admitted.

"We have a flashlight and a werewolf."

"I keep playing Allison and Aiden's death on my mind. I failed them. I failed everyone. I swore they would be fine. I broke me promise."

"Good that. Seems like you and I have something in common." Stiles said in a monotone voice.

"How many have you lost?"

Stiles kept quiet for the next moments. Made Scott feel as he crossed an line. And was about to give up.

"A lot. We were about sixty and I failed all of them. Only me, Gally, Frypan and Minho survived all the trials."

"Oh."

"I lost Ben, Alby, Jeff, Zart, Chuck, Winston, Teresa, Aris, Mary, Tina, Jack, Newt." Thomas named them all out loud.

"Oh."

"Well, Teresa and Aris were some betrayers but didn't change the fact. They died trying to save us. To redeem themselves, I guess."

They walked in silence, till Stiles broke the silent.

"Mark lost Alec--his mentor, Tina and Mary. So, if we add up all of our lost ones." He made a pause. "Maybe a hundred have died."

"For a cure?" Scott asked.

Stiles shook his head. "For hope."

"Hope?"

"Scott, this is the real world. Not Beacon Hills. Hope is very rare now. And when there's a minimun of hope here, we take it as if we were some starve wolves who just saw a prey." He made another pause. "Back in the Safe Haven, we had a wall to make peace with those who gave their lives."

"Who did you wrote?" Scott asked thinking that he would answer Newt.

"Teresa."

"Oh."

Stiles gave a laugh. "You were thinking Newt, weren't you? Nah, Minho wrote his name. I wrote Teresa to make peace with her memory."

"Like we did in our school?"

Stiles took a moment. "Something like that. We didn't have a sharpie. We had a knife. But the feeling was the same."

"Sometimes I went back to the school just to see her name."

"Allison Argent. Who saved your life. Whom I killed."

Scott cringed. He didn't like to be reminded of what Stiles did in his past.

"Not your fault. It wasn't you."

"Doesn't make it untrue. I did kill her. And if you  bite me, I would probably have blue eyes. Not only because of Allison. But because of all the people I killed."

"You didn't need to."

"You're right. I didn't need to. I had to."

"You know there's another ways."