My True Pack.

Chapter 31

Third Person's Point of View.

You clearly don't know what's to feel how your world crumble apart. Because the moment Scott got stabbed. Thomas felt a hole on his stomach.

He looked at the injured man, and the person responsable for his injury as well. Scott was gasping in pain. Putting his two hands on his leg. Cursing under his breath as well.

Thomas looked at the man responsable. He remembered him well, mostly because he hated Mark and tried to kill him in the past. Alex Wilde.

Alex Wilde had brown hair, glasses and was tinner than usual. His eyes showed the Flare and his hand had a sharp object that Thomas saw as a broken piece of glass. Then, he looked at his clock. He barely had four minutes to leave or they would all go to Hell.

"We meet once again, Mitch." The voice of Alex was not deep, was more of a squeak. And Thomas couldn't help to snicker.

"Never call me 'Mitch' again, what the heck you're doing here?! The building is going to explode in a few minutes."

Alex took Scott McCall by the hair. The poor Alpha screamed in pain. Not able to heal his wound.

"For years, I was loyal to you. And you left me for some asshole that's dead now." Alex laughed. "You took my family away from me. Now, let me show you how's to lose someone you care. This glass is oozing of Wolfsbane."

Thomas gritted his teeth. Looked at his watch and saw that he only had three minutes left. "Leave him alone in this, Wilde. If you want to be reunited with your family, fine by me. But the Alpha is coming with me."

Alex smiled and let go of the Alpha's hair. Scott's wound made him fell and Alex laughed. "You need to choose, 'Tommy'. The Alpha or your new pack."

With those words, Alex Wilde left the scene. Scott wasn't able to walk, maybe with the help of Thomas or someone he could limp his way to the exit. But they didn't have the time.

Thomas knelt next to the boy. And then, he looked at the pack. "Go! Run and don't look back. We're right behind you." He glanced at Newt, his second-in-command. "Go and don't stop."

Newt was a master at the pocker face and this wasn't an exception. Even if he knew that Thomas was his mate and if he died, a void in his heart would never fill, he just nodded and led the way. It was Minho who stayed back and had to be ordered to leave. Making Scott and Thomas the only persons to be in the hall.

"It's not healing." Scott admitted.

Thomas ignored the comment and lifted him up. Using Thomas's arms as support, Scott limped a few meters. "You're sure about this?" He asked.

Thomas looked at his watch. Two minute left and they weren't even near a exit. "Yes, I'm sure." He said, his face full with determination.

Scott winced a few times and some even whimpered in pain but they were able to move a few meters before Scott gave up. The Alpha was exhausted and the blood lost was getting to him. He fell down and supported himself on a wall, shook his head and sighed.

"This won't work, Stiles."

Thomas looked at him. "It will, Scott. Come on." He tried to lift him again but Scott denied it. And shook his head once more.

"I lost my pack, my mate. I told you that I was going to follow you, to keep you safe. There's only one minute left before this building explodes. Go." Scott wheezed.

Thomas shook his head in denial. "Scott, you're an True Alpha, you need to come with us. You're the boss--the protector of your pack. They need you."

Scott scoffed. "They follow you now. They are your pack. And I couldn't be more proud. But if I don't make it, they need you to lead them. And Newt. Your mate."

Mark's words were stuck on Thomas's mind. Two choices you're going to get. I plead you to choose the selfish one. Plead to choose the selfish one. To leave Scott to die. Thomas shook his head and a few tears with it.

"No, Scott. I won't leave you."

Scott gave the poor man a smile. "You know it's the truth. I led a good life, a few bumps in the road but, eh, what can I say." He smiled through the tears. "Go home, Thomas."

Stiles looked shocked. "You called me Thomas."

Scott didn' answer, he just smiled. "It's beautiful over there."

Thomas took is as a 'Go now.' And sighed. "Goodbye, Scott McCall."

This last one didn't say anything but just smiled and nodded.

Thomas's watch had only ten seconds left and he knew he had to go. And the only way to go was to jump out of the window. "If there's a God out there, don't let me die." He whispered before jumping.

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They say that your life flashes right before your eyes when you die. And in Stiles Stilinski's case, it was true.

He remembered everything. The first time he met Scott McCall, his sudden crush with Lydia Martin, the phone pranks and the good stuff he ever did with his best friend. The day he lost his mother, the day he knew that his dad was truly the only thing he had left. The fear he always had when his father would go work and he always feared that he would never come back. The day his best friend' father left.

The ten-year plan he had with his crush. The werewolf night, the cries of Scott when he was handcuffed to the radiator. The strange meeting with Derek Hale, Allison Argent, everyone.

And then there was Mark Winston, or how he went by the time Rick Goodman and Mary Goodman. How they were so nice to him. Then, he saw his cousin Tina and Rick fell in love. How they became the founders. And how, and how everything changed after the explosion that killed Mary.

How he became the assassin. And how he killed many people and never regretted it. How he taught to fear and hate, how he went to hell but Newt was always by his side. And how he was always his anchor. How he was always going to be his mate.

He was part of The Kill Order, he decoded The Fever Code, he lost all of his memories and became The Maze Runner, he survived the maze and had to face The Scorch Trials but he knew that even if Mark hoped and he hoped, The Death Cure never existed.

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"He's entering into a comatose state!"

"How do we stop it?!"

"He might not make it!"

"He's just lucky to be alive."

"He's waking up!"

Thomas felt as he was in the box again. Lights and sounds overwhelmed him and his eyes barely had time to focuse before falling into unconciousness again. And he could only form seven words.

"He died. He died. They all died."

And Stiles Stilinski went into a comatose state.

The end!

That's the end of the book. (Of course there's a sequel and a prequel.) I know I left MANY things unanswered. The reason is because those things will either be answered in the prequel or the sequel.

There's the Epilogue and then, maybe tomorrow or Thursday I'll post the Prologue of 'Old Friend.' And if you want to know why Scott called Stiles 'Thomas' go to Chapter 17 and read it again. And COMMENT.

And a fun fact, the words 'It's beautiful over there.' Where in fact, the last words of Thomas Edison. And we all know Stiles was named after the guy.