ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ °Stiles Stilinski° Teen Wolf

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▪️Stiles▪️

"Get her on the couch," Derek shouts as we enter the loft, a still bleeding Melody in our arms. The former alpha slams the door closed behind us. Scott and I quickly go over and lay her down on the couch. I shuck off my flannel, folding it up, and slipping it under her bleeding head.

"She's not healing, Scott," I whisper and he glances at me. "But she's not dead either."

"What did you do?" Derek suddenly asks and he might have just heard everything we said. Derek comes over and looks down at an unconscious Melody. He pulls her jacket off and reveals the large bite wound on her shoulder.

We only told Derek that we didn't want her mom to see her. Now he knows there's another reason. "You bit her?" Scott stays silent but Derek already had his answer. "You have no idea the affect this could have on her! We've never come across a supernatural being turned into something else besides Jackson and we can't ask him!"

"Derek I-"

"Stop. How am I going to explain this to her mother?"

"Is she going to be okay?" I ask not caring about anything else. Derek looks at me and sighs. "I don't know. Only time will tell. Either her body accepts the bite or..."

"She dies," I finish and Derek nods. "I'll keep her here and watch her. I'll call you when I have an answer for you."

"I'm staying."

"No, you're not Stiles. Scott make sure to take him with you." I shake my head and Scott grabs onto my arm before dragging me out. "I don't want to leave her."

"I know you don't. But Derek has more experience than anyone with turned werewolves. We just need to let him do his thing."

That was the last time I saw Melody. It was weeks ago. And come to think of it that was the last time we saw Derek. I stand in his loft with Scott who tries to figure out what happened. "I smell Derek, Melody, and others. Something bad happened here."

"Something bad as in Derek's dead bad or..."

"I don't know." He crouches down and picks up, what I just now notice, are shell casings. "Derek's been taken. We need to call Deaton." I nod and he goes to call him while I start picking up the shells and shoving them into my pocket.

I hear the shells jingling and I look at the blood on the floor and I feel fear grip me. I knew if I didn't calm myself down I was going to have a panic attack. I close my eyes and try to clear my mind of all the bad thoughts and worse case scenarios filling my head.

I take a deep breath before releasing it. Deep breath in, hold it, exhale. In, out, in out. I do my exercises but Melody's face enters my mind and it stops working. I turn around and head for the couch, the last place I saw Melody's face.

I fall onto it and try to block it out. I hear Scott come back and when he sees the state I'm in he rushes over. "Stiles? Are you having a panic attack?"

"Maybe," I pant out and he kneels down beside me. "Breathe, okay just breathe."

"It's not working!"