"Where are we going?" Derek questions from behind me, following closely as I trudged through the green trees of the preserve. His silence up until this moment had provided me the opportunity to think and then overthink what I was going to do. It was futile to think about it, I was going through with this wether I wanted to or not.

I bit my lip, following the tug I felt every few minutes. It was like a personal guide to my destination I had been feeling since arriving to the school. We were almost there, just a few more steps.

"The Nemeton?" Derek's voice echoed in the dense foliage once we had come to stand at the base of the clearing. The giant tree stump being illuminated by the bright moon right in the center.

"Yeah," I murmured, digging into my pants pocket and beginning to pulling out the velvet bag there. It seemed to be burning a whole in my sweats and making itself much more apparent with each step closer to this thick tree stump.

"Your phones ringing," Derek pointed out to the lit screen that yet again rang out. It's screen lighting up the black fabric of my sweats.

I grumbled, dropping the bag back into my pants and instead pulling out the phone and checking to see just who was calling me. Scott had called me about seven times already and if he hadn't gotten the message that I wasn't in the speaking mood then I don't know what would tell him. However, it wasn't my puppy faced boyfriend who had an uncanny ability to check up on me multiple times, it was my strawberry blonde haired best friend.

"Hello?"

"Don't do it."

"What? Why?" I questioned, not even bothering to question why she knew just what I was about to do. This was Lydia after all and the girl had known my head inside and out even before we were both supernaturals.

"That feeling I'm getting, it's getting stronger and I can feel you slowly linking away. Don't do it, I'm serious."

I huff, seriously thinking her warning through. She was right, of course she was right this was Lydia Martin were talking about.

"I can't... I need to do this. I'm going to find Stiles." I murmured back, already standing over the nemeton and watching the many rings under my feet. It's power was practically consuming me, pushing all the power I possessed to the side and showing who the real boss here was.

My fingers hit the end call button before she could say anything else. I knew her, she was most likely going to get Aiden or Ethan to come and stop me but they would be too late.

Derek's free eyes now looked frustrated and cautious as I pulled the black bag out of my pocket and dumped the small glass containers in my hand.

"Mistletoe and Wolves Bane. Did you steal those from Deaton?" He questioned me, stepping closer to the nemeton to take a closer look at the things in my hand.

"I didn't steal them." I shook my head and told the truth, I had no fucking clue how they got inside my house. I didn't question why or how I had been told, all that matter was finding Stiles.

"You stole them," Derek counters.

Huffing I roll my eyes," temporarily misappropriated."

The words tumble out of my mouth and I'm reminded of just who's said them in the past, my lips intentionally lifting into a smile. I'm doing this for him, it's always been for him.

"You drink those you'll start dying," he reminds me. Derek's seen what these things have done to me before and it's not pretty, in fact, it's almost deadly. I shouldn't even try to do this but it was necessary.

"Not necessarily," I shake my head m. "Yes it'll weaken me to the point of death but that's only if you let me get there and I won't need too, I'll just need to be there long enough to find Stiles and I'll be fine."

"And you're willing to do this, knowing just how bad you will get?" He counters me, watching as I tug the small glass objects in my hand.

"That's where you will come In handy Derek Hale. Follow me wherever I go and when I've found Stiles you have to make me throw it back up," I answer him.

"Knowing you it won't be as easy as you make it seem," he points out. A small joke between us, he's trying to keep me calm about the situation. If anyone knew what I was going to place myself in it would be Derek.

"Well," I answered, opening the tops of the glass bottles and looking at the volatile herbs. "In a matter of minutes you won't be the only werewolf looking for me."

Before Derek could even stop me from taking them I downed them both, the burning going all the way down my throat. It hit my empty stomach roughly, immediately beginning to take its threatening effects.

"How are you feeling?" Derek asked me, lifting his hands out to see if I would topple over.

"UHMM..." I answered with uncertainty. "Not my best idea now that I think about it."

"Imelda... maybe you should sit," he looks worried as my legs wobble slightly. It's like my worlds slowly tilting.

"Yeah..." I nod, shutting my eyes so the world doesn't seem to fuzzy.

"Imelda..." it's a teasing voice, like a sirens call only deeper and rougher. It calls my name out through the woods as my eyes spring open.

"Derek..." I yell out, terrified that once again I've been left alone and when I spin to grab onto him, knowing he was just standing beside me, he's gone.

"Imelda..." it yells out once more. It's like a dare, the voice coming from one direction. Taunting me to come after it. The trees all mesh together,creating one big blue of darkness.

I'm not entirely sure I'm going to be safe or sane after this but I need to, Stiles is worth it. Loosing another person in my life isn't an option.

"STILES!" I yell out, waiting to hear a response or even an answer.

"This one shows potential. Much stronger then the past ones, no matter, they all fall," the voice spoke out. I knew he spoke about me, the ancient tone in his voice opening my curiosity. I wanted to know what was happening.

"STILES!" I yelled, standing at the edge of the darkness and breathing in the air that seemed to grow colder as I stepped near. "SHOW ME STILES!"

"Smart, smart Tsukiyomi. Very well." He spoke up once more. His voice reminded me of the terrifying noises made just before something jumped out in the movie and all I wanted to do was shut him out, cover my ears and never here him again.

I heard Stiles immediately following his voice, the pleas. "NO! STOP! GET OFF!"

My feet carried me right into the trees, dashing through it and following the terrified voice. I could hear Stiles' heart, it was the loudest thing in the woods. My feet wobbled and I fell continuously but I didn't care. The deeper I went, black smoke consumed me further and almost chocked me but I needed to get to him.

"STILES! STILES!" I yelled out, falling straight off a small cliff and rolling numerous times. The touch rocks cut at the exposed skin across my body, burning sensations consuming me. The voice laughing at my pain, judging me as I paused forward.

"STOP! LET ME GO!" He continued to yell despite my best efforts to wake him before I reach him.

I stood up, weak from the drugs and pain. I ran farther, knowing he was near. The empty coyote den came into view and as if it were being illuminated I knew he was there.

"STILES!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, pulling his sleeping form into my body and cradling his head into my chest while grabbing his flailing arms.

He was crying and desperately screaming, still thinking I was that horrible thing keeping him asleep.

"STILES! WAKE UP!" I yelled out louder, snapping him straight of his trance.

"You're okay," I whispered, warming him up as best possible in my tinier form. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, letting him cry in relief and wrap his arms around my neck.

Flashlights shone on us and two distinct McCall voices spoke up at the same time. "Oh thank god."

But I knew it wasn't a time too be happy, I had found Stiles yes but whatever had a grapple over his subconscious was not letting him go soon.

I tugged him tighter to me when the thought neared, and as if Stiles had read into my mind he too dug his head deeper into my side.

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"I don't know how... or why but I followed the voice and it lead me to him," my fingers trembled against the cup of warm coffee. Tear tracks were all around my face and considering I was still human there were multiple cuts, some deeper then others, amongst my bodies. Melissa had ordered me into the ambulance alongside Stiles, both our hands clutched together as I refused to even let him out of my site and Stiles just wouldn't let go of my hand. We hadn't spoken a word to one another, I'm assuming Stiles had also heard what that... thing had said to me.

I didn't want to relive it, hell I could barely make it out alive, but I needed to tell my friends what happened.

Officially my report said I had taken a wild guess and retraced Stiles steps in the past weeks. I had fallen down a hill after hearing Stiles scream and not being able to make out my own footsteps. I had also been near the brink of hypothermia, and had also broken a few ribs along with some fingers. There was multiple cuts across my body as well. Some they needed to stitch. My lips were coming down from their shade of blue and everything I drank was to be warm.

Unofficially though, I had intentionally turned human with mistletoe and wolves bane, forced myself to hallucinate and turned up in the right spot. Derek said he lost me the moment I started to run, barely able to keep up with me and it was only when I started to bleed was he able to find me. When they found us and forced me to the hospital Melissa had given me enough time to throw up the deadly mixture in my stomach, judging by my last few experiences with the stuff, I would be human until tomorrow. Now I recounted what had happened to everyone, including Stiles, we had been kept in the same room. They all know knew about even the white backwards 5 on my torso as well, Derek forcing me to tell them all. The only thing I kept to myself was the dream and mistletoe, I didn't know exactly how to tell them about that. I was still attempting to figure it out myself if I was being frank.

Technically I wasn't allowed to leave the hospital until tomorrow but if I stayed longer they would find my wounds healed and not a trace of damage on me.

Aiden and Ethan hadn't left either side of my bed since being here, both of them looking as angry as the rest of my friends did. Stiles had kept quiet, looking thoughtful.

"Well I think I speak for everyone when I say thank you but if you ever put yourself in that much danger again you will be chipped understood," Lydia stepped forward, a bag of clothes in her hand. She had also stayed by my side since her arrival to the hospital, correcting the doctors every few moments. She could be very technical when it came to health, especially when someone she loved was hurt. I knew she usually kept a change of clothes in her trunk in case of anything so she had sent Aiden for them earlier.

Scott ran his thumb against my bottom lip, the ride side of it cut. "She's right, you wait for us and don't think so haste. At the very least tell us what you're about to do before just doing it understand?"

I nodded, standing up and grabbing onto him as I wobbled slightly. The world still didn't stay quite straight for me, the aftermath I suppose.

"We will let you change," Allison murmured, eyeing everyone in the room and pushing them out. Her and Lydia the last ones to leave and giving me a happy smile.

I stayed on the bed, waiting for the door to shut before looking at Stiles. Nurses and doctors would be in here soon which meant we had 5 minutes alone.

I looked at him, giving him a soft smile.

He quickly got off the bed and pulled me into a hug, my arms wrapping around his torso. Tears dropped down my face unwillingly, digging my face into his chest further. I didn't realize just how close I actually came to losing him. Stiles was the light amongst us, the one that turned the lights on when it got to dark and opened windows when the days got too heavy. He was the life inside us all and seeing him slowly demolishing broke me to pieces.

"Thank you," he mumured, small sniffles audible.

Through his hug I responded, "Stiles stay. Don't ever go away again or I swear, I will die before letting you get lost."

He pulled away gently, with heavyset eyes he nodded. I knew he didnt know if he could keep the promise but he damn well could try. And Stiles was the one of us to figure it all out, he always did.

"I promise Mel, just don't... don't do that again," he murmured, kissing the top of my head and gripping my hands with his own. He ran his fingers over my stitched knuckles, small scratches amongst them.

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The President of the United States didn't have as much protection as I did. They had ordered us all to go home and sleep, which considering the events, wasn't likely.

I had gone home with a werewolf army, Scott hadn't let me walk since I almost fell while changing. Aiden and Ethan flat out refused to go 10 feet away from me so they ended up coming home as well. Lydia and Allison already waiting inside the comfier guest room of my house when I arrived and Isaac lived there but even he almost slept on the ground near my side of the bed. Frustrated and annoyed with being handled like a priceless heirloom I had forced everyone into the movie room where we had fallen asleep in the comfy recliners.

I couldn't help but dream of simpler times with my friends, missing a vital piece to my warmth and comfort.

Stiles was sleeping in a cold hospital, sure his father was there, but he needed to be here with us. He was being taken from our pack by that thing and I vowed that wouldn't happen. The Nogitsune wasn't going to take him, if it wanted chaos and war then so be it.

War is what it wants, war it will get.

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My skin had stitched back together by the time I had awoken, all the stitches having been pushed out of my body strangely. Everyone had taken to going home, knowing that nothing would happen in the morning.

Or maybe we were just too tired to care, both physically and mentally I felt like a disaster. Scott looked worse then I did, with worry lines coating his handsome face and a constant paranoid gaze. These days every move and every breath we take could potentially be a disaster.

I changed rather quickly, Isaac sticking by my side through the morning while Scott left to get ready. Aiden and Ethan also promised to meet me at school, well after I had made them go home and shower. I wanted a bit of breathing space before everything went crazier.

My blue eyed best friend decided to stick around and even drive with me to school, I was slightly happy he was spending time with me.

"You're alright? You don't reek of death," Isaac points out as we get to school.

I laugh, swatting his arm with the one hand not on the wheel. "You dick! I'm fine, thank you very much. And yes Isaac thank you For being so concerned about me."

He smiled brightly at me despite our dreary attitudes, he knew how much I loved his pessimistic personality.

"Well," he murmurs. Opening the door and quickly petting my chin. "Be safe today, death smells weird on you and I don't like it."

A quick roll of my eyes is my goodbye to him before I get out of my car and head into school for the day.

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The day goes on, the time even longer without Stiles sass and quirky comments. I keep hoping to see him walk down the hallways with that usual smile and quirk to his step. No such thing occurs and the visual of seeing him in some cold room without anyone to make him laugh and drugs keeping him asleep quite possibly makes me sick to my stomach.

Lydia and I lean against my boyfriends locker who looks worse then I did. Lydia keeps jumping at every noise. A locker closes down the hall and she jumps, her arm knocking against mine.

"You okay?" I question her.

"Yeah." She nods her head. "I'm just a little hyper-sensitive to loud sounds today."

Another locker closes and she jumps once more but before I can say another thing about it Scott interrupts us. "They're doing tests on Stiles all afternoon. We were going to go over at around 6:00 to visit. You want to come with us?"

The questions directed towards Lydia since I've already been informed. She just shakes her head, "I should probably just go home."

Lydia jumps once more when another locker closes and I finally question. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I'll text you later." Her voice is distant and strained, almost like she's trying to keep everything under control. She's going home though which I guess is better then anything.

Scott looks at me, his eyes trailing down the barely matching outfit I've thrown on. "You okay?"

"Nope." I answer quickly. "Not even slightly but it's okay because I'm not the problem. Let's go see Stiles."

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"I'm not sure I know how to pronounce this. Or if it's not actually a misspelling." The doctor spoke to the Sheriff, looking completely clueless as the files.

"Just call him Stiles. Okay." The sheriff sighed, attempting to get on with the MRI.

"Stiles, just to warn you, you're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to pulses of electricity going through metal coils inside the machine. Uh, if you want we can get you earplugs or headphones." The sheriff walked back over to where Stiles sat atop where he would soon be lying. Scott and I on either side of his as we waited to be given the chance to talk to Stiles.

"Oh, no, no, I don't need anything." He shakes his head, fumbling with his fingers nervously.

"Hey, we're just on the other side of that window." Sheriff reassured his son, tapping him lightly on the shoulder.

Stiles nodded, hugging his dad briefly and the 3 of us watching as Melissa and him leave.

I was the next to go, knowing that Scott and Stiles needed their own time.

"You, get through this and I'll get you too meet Harrison Ford I swear." I murmur, wrapping my arms around him and fighting back tears.

He laughs gently at my joke, holding onto me and then pulling back as I walk out. His pale form looking even paler, and defenseless. I stared at both my boys, feeling my heart slightly twist in pain. I can't be here, at least not in this hospital it holds far too many memory.

My sneakers squeak against the floors when I near Melissa. She pulls me into her arms with a hug and I hold back more tears, gritting my teeth.

"I uh... I'm going to go get some fresh air," I murmur, already heading down the hallway.

I don't know what's happening to me today but it's like I'm being chocked and the closer I am to this hospital, the tighter its hold is. My feet practically run through the stairs, happily coming outside.

"Imelda," a soft spoken voice calls out to me, urging me to look up. It's Kira, she's looking at me with a worried glance. "Hey, you okay."

"No," I murmur, tears streaking down my face. "Kira I can't breathe, I just have this feeling like hells about to be unleashed. This Nogitusne is stronger then anything I've ever felt before."

"Hey, listen you'll be okay. All of you are going to be okay, I'm going to help." She says, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "Just breathe, stay calm."

The sounds around me suddenly get too quiet, a frequency so silent my heart drops cause I know what comes after.

"LYDIA!" The scream leaves my mouth the same moment her own cracks like lightening into my skull.

"IMELDA LOOK OUT!" Kira yells as well, her body throwing mine onto one of the nearest car.

The next few seconds meshing together into one deadly and chaotic moment that I swear was only the beginning.