Derek hasn't had the best track record when it comes to relationships. He is broken and he has yet to realize his worth. Sometimes we need to see ourselves from the eyes of the people we love to know we matter. It's about finding the strength to be...
A/n I am sorry but this is going to hurt. Might be triggering.
Derek POV
Deaton arrives half an hour later. We all have slowly made our way into the house. I am still in pain and can only crawl. Isaac and Scott had to help me on the couch. It seems as if everyone else is healing quicker than me. I am still coughing up black goo, it stings my throat. I try to talk to Deaton, but he just puts his hand up to silence me.
"Derek, save your breath. This is a really rare breed of wolfsbane and you need to rest. This form of wolfsbane is super potent to alphas, it could kill you." Deaton says as he starts to crush up some herbs.
"Deaton, what can we do?" Isaac asks with worried eyes.
"There is not much we can do; it has to run its course. I am going to give him something to help the pain and keep the fever down, but this could last for a week if not longer." Deaton says.
My eyes are blinking from red alpha eyes to my normal hazel. My skin is on fire and my claws keep retracting.
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"What about Stiles?" I say through gritted teeth.
"Derek, you need to let yourself heal. There is no way you can fight Tyran right now. I am working on a spell to try to locate Stiles, but it's going to take a couple of days." Deaton says sighing.
I move to sit on the couch, hissing in pain.
"We cannot let Stiles..." I am gripping onto the arm of the couch tearing the cloth covering.
"Derek!" Peter says walking into the room.
He is standing and looks mildly affected. I lay back down on the couch; my head is swimming and I am coughing up more black stuff.
Isaac must have read my mind because he asks, "How are you not affected by this?"
"I have been infected by this strain before. It still affects me but it is not as strong. I know who has done this, though I did not recognize him until it was too late. His name is Tyranny, I met him years ago. We use to be friends, at least until he found out I was a werewolf. His wife was in love with me, and I was power-hungry so I tried to turn her. The bite did not take and she died from it, as well as the child she was carrying which I didn't find out until later. So, this is all my fault." He says putting his hands on his face.
I can see the tears peeking through, but he quickly wipes them away.
Like me, Peter went through a rough stage after the fire and he used to be not so lovable.
I am starting to get frustrated. We need to find Stiles. I am so helpless and all I want to do is run to him. Save him. I kick the couch.
Peter grabs my hand; he's trying to pull some of my pain into him. I pull away.
