<Lydia's POV>

"Aiden, Ethan, Danny!" I scream. Danny's arms are the first ones I jump into. I hear shuffling behind me and then Scott embracing our friends. I look to Aiden and wrap my arms around him. "How? I watched you die," I say into his shoulder. He clutches me to his chest.

"Deaton slipped something into my water that day, said he got a call from another banshee friend of his, he saved me," I say. I smile and hold him closer.

"Lydia, Scott, we heard about Stiles." My heart falls and then I remember something. Two things rather. The suicide note in my pocket and the fact that we have to get back to Mexico to fight the Desert Wolf.

"Scott, the time limit," I remind him. The other three boys look at us concerned.

"Time limit?" Ethan asks.

"I assume you've heard about what's going on, in two days the desert wolf is going to try to kill Lydia, we are going to try and save Derek and Peter I guess and keep Lydia alive," Scott explains. I blush and put my head down. Do I tell Scott about the note?

"Well I've never been really good at planning but I've mastered my abilities and I'd like to help." At the sound of his voice my whole body tenses up. It can't be. It shouldn't be. He is gone, he is supposed to be gone. I can take Ethan, Danny, and Aiden but not him. Why is he even here anyways?

He steps through the gap between Ethan, Danny, and Aiden with that typical smirk that he always wore. It looks a little more sympathetic now though. Scott looks as shocked as I do. I hear Allison come over at the sound of his voice, Isaac soon after. I look up to get a clearer view and I freeze completely. "Hey Lydia." Do I want him here? My mind decides right as I ask the question in my head. Yes. I jump up and throw my arms around him.

"Jackson."

<Stiles' POV>

"Stiles just let me take it!" Derek yells at me. I shake my head violently as I shake and shudder on the cold ground. My wound is acting up again and I'm in more pain then ever.

"No Derek, I don't need you to take my pain!" I yell. I refuse to be weak. I roll over onto my back and cry out again in pain.

"Stiles, you need me to!" Derek protests. I cry out in pain again.

"No!" I scream.

"Quiet down before she hears you!" Peter yells. It's too late. I hear the door open and see Marianna strut in with her claws out. As I try to crawl away she begins talking with that cold voice of hers.

"If you want to hear the plan you are going to have to quiet down," She says right before kicking my side. I fly back and land on the floor with a loud thud. The pain is made of me now. I cry while coughing up blood. Breathing heavily I try and catch my breath. Derek growls loudly at her.

"Oh come on pretty boy let me talk or he gets it again," Marianna threatens. Derek relaxes as much as possible. I lay on my back and continue to try and breathe. "Good, now the plan is going to go how I said, in two days I'll go after Lydia and bring you three with me. The only thing is they are not going to know who is who," she says. Peter looks at her confused.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"There will be duplicates of all of them. One of them will kill them if someone is to go after it, the other will be the real person," Marianna explains.

"It's not gonna work, they know better," I say through my coughs. The Desert Wolf begins to walk towards me. I close my eyes and tense my muscles. My whole body prepared itself for the blow. Marianna slashes my forehead with her claws. The blood drips heavily into my eyes and I struggle to see through the thick viscosity of the liquid. A yelp escapes my mouth again.

"Now that we are all listening again, the confusion in them will already be at its highest, for these next two days, I've had a banshee that I've... let's say given a room much like yours, place duplicates of people they know into their lives, thing is they won't know if they are real or not. It won't be like the duplicates at the real fight though. These ones will be easy to destroy with one punch."

I wish I could be stronger. Break Derek free and go help my friends. Yet here I am literally bleeding out onto the floor. Blinded by the blood dripping into my eyes. "Bitch," I mutter. Forgetting that Marianna has the hearing of a were coyote she turns to me once again. She picks me up and I scream. The pressure from her hands into my sides makes my vision go black at the edge. Marianna throws me at Derek's feet. Just when I think this can't get any worse she pulls out the wire.

A whistle comes out of her lips and Malia walks like a drone into the room. She picks up my lifeless body and holds me up to the wire wall that Derek and Peter are strung up to. Marianna ties me to the wall with the wire. I scream in protest but am unable to resist. Derek starts to growl, but neither of the girls do anything about it. Once I am successfully tied up my head hangs low. Fire hot tears stream down my red face. My head spins with pain, fatigue, and nausea. I just want it to end. I want to end just as much as I wanted it to when I wrote that suicide note.

The tears dampened the paper as I cried onto the paper in which I was writing. I had said goodbye to all of my loved ones. Scott, Allison, Lydia, my father and so many more. I had written the most to Lydia because of the terms we were on. We weren't talking, we weren't comforting each other like usual. Nothing. It seemed so right. I had stolen my dads pistol and intended to shoot myself in the head. The effect of the nogitsune had become to much. As I held that pistol to my head Scott ran up into my room. I hid it behind my back. Scott had talked to me about Allison's condition, her depression. I had tuned most of it out but something made my ears perk up. "... I'm afraid she's going to hurt herself, that I'm going to loose her again," he said worriedly. I glanced behind me at the gun and almost broke down. I held out until Scott was gone and then fell apart. I couldn't leave him, he wouldn't do that to me. Not to mention he may loose Allison again. He doesn't deserve that. That's when I began to really think about it. I placed the note back on my desk and went to find my friends. I knew if I was alone I'd fall into the darkness of my own demons.

Now I want it again, even more than before. I don't just want it anymore, I need it. With all the force I have left I push out a scream. "KILL ME! JUST KILL ME!" I beg with the tears streaming down my face in a group of rivers. Marianna smirks devilishly.

"Poor human, that would be to easy." Then she flips the switch and my body is shocked with electricity. I scream again and beg once more.

"Please kill me!" She shakes her head and then exits the room with Malia right behind her. My whole world seems to slowly slip away from me.

The last thing I feel is Derek stretching his hand to mine and then taking a huge amount of pain away from my body. I let go a long sigh of relief and then pass out.