The Pack

Chapter 4: New Alpha & Hunt.

Stiles was furious. Stiles was angry at who? He did not know clearly. He was angry at Derek for making such comment, he was angry at himself because he did not stop Scott, he was angry at Rafael for making them something they were not ready to be. He was angry at life.

"I'm sorry." Derek said, sitting next to the new Alpha.

"You should be."

"We'll find his body and those who did it to him." Derek promised.

Stiles shook his head and laughed bitterly. "There's a chance it was himself."

Derek frowned. "What do you mean?"

Stiles finally snapped. "For God's sake, Derek. Didn't you see the signs? Scott unable to sleep? Grumpy? Sad all the time? Having scars all over his body? He was depressed, alright! And he fucking thought everything would be better without him! Guess what, Scott?! It's not! Why leaving us, you fucking asshole!" He yelled at the air.

Derek was not that surprised about Scott's behavior. He could smell sadness on him every day but what hurt him was seeing Stiles so broken down. It hurt.

But Stiles's mind was somewhere else, in fact, his mind was on the first and last suicide attempt of Scott, back when they were fighting the Darach. And how he saved the life of his best friend.

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"Hey, you're okay?" Stiles asked the boy next to him on the bus. The smell of gasoline still on him, the smell of death.

Scott did not answer. Stiles saw how he just looked at the metal ceiling, his breath uneven and tears threatening to fall.

"Scott?"

"There's so much pain." Scott finally answered but it was just a mere whisper that no human would catch.

"Scott, I know. But you are needed." Stiles tried to smile. "You're our leader, you might not be an Alpha but you act like one. And we need our leader. Our Alpha."

Scott shook his head, his hands around his his stomach, rocking back and forth. "No, no, no. Stop saying I matter. Just stop."

Stiles sighed, trying to calm down the sobbing werewolf. "Scott, you do matter, idiot. If you die, I die with you, if you die, your mother dies with you and if I die, my father dies with me. Don't you understand? You go, we all go."

"That is what I'm afraid of, Stiles. People always get hurt. Because of me."

Stiles took Scott's hand and took his pain with it. "Lydia predicted three deaths. Yours was not in the list, tell me, Scott, have you consider suicide before?"

Scott finally cried. Guilt was all around him and smelled strong, he did not want to meet Stiles's eyes afraid of his reaction but Stiles already knew the answer.

"What made you consider that option?"

"Pain. Pain and grief. Lots of pain and all of them my fault."

"Never say that, Scott. You did not choose this lifestyle but you're accepting it. You might not be an Alpha with red eyes. But you're an Alpha in your heart. And in mine, you're my family. My brother."

Scott hugged Stiles and cried, all night he cried. But Stiles knew that he was crying to be better and that made him better, too.

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