Scott's POV

Another person is sick. Three out of five. We know that Theo wanted them in his pack...we just can't figure out why he would be killing them. If he wants then in a pack then he would need them alive.... Right?

Wait hang on a minute. His previous pack all had to die before they joined his pack. They did still join the pack though. Theo brought them back. That's his plan. He's going to kill them and bring them back...that way they have no choice but to accept him as their alpha. Oh no. This is bad. Worse than bad. Terrible.

"EVERYONE PACK MEETING FOR EVERYONE WHO IS HEALTHY RIGHT NOW!!!" I yelled as I ran up the stairs. Everyone was there before me.

I saw Jackson and Stiles laying on the couch. Stiles was asleep. For now at least. Jackson was giving us death glares telling us to be quiet.

"I figured it out," I said urgently,"Theo want them in his pack, but he also wants them in his pack." They all looked so confused. Like they just didn't understand.

"It's exactly what he did with the Chimera's. He killed them then brought them back to life. That way they submitted to him as their Alpha." Realization dawned on them as they listened to my words.

"But what does he want with our pack?" Malia asked. Suddenly Stiles was up. He went to stand up but almost fell. Jackson had to catch him again.

"He wants power," he said this quietly but hardly,"he said he wants the beta with anger issues, so that's Liam, the werecoyote who's first instinct is to kill, that's Malia, the kitsune, so Kira, the Banshee who can  sense death, that's Lydia, and he wants Void Stiles, that's where I come in." I flinched at the words Void Stiles. I can't even think about that night. Not when it was the night that claimed the life of my first love.

"Wait a minute I have two questions,"Kira spoke up,"One, we killed void stiles so how does he think that he still exists, and two, when did he tell you this?" He looked up at us with dread filling his eyes.

"No...where did you all go?" No no no not again. Jackson was by his side in a second trying any desperate attempt to calm him down. He can't be getting worse.

Stiles POV

It was dark this time. Like in one of those kind of horror movies. The ones where you never want to be alone in the dark. Great now I am just freaking myself out. Great move Stiles.

"Yes great move indeed." I heard a voice say. I looked around to find the direction of the voice, but I just couldn't remember where it had come from.

"Who are you?" I asked. I know that is the typical approach but hey worth a shot.

"You really don't know me?" The voice said. Then the light turned on to reveal the one and only Theo Raeken. He was standing in the Dread Doctors lab next to an operating table.

"What do you want with me?" I asked scared of the response I would be given. So he did was laugh.

"I want you in my pack Stiles. I told you I want Void Stiles, and my friends here are going to help me accomplish that very goal." He finished laughing scarily as he spoke the last word.

Snap out of it Stiles it's just a hallucination. It isn't real. It isn't real. It isn't real. No matter how many times I said it, I just couldn't bring myself to believe it.

"Wake up Stiles. Wake up. WAKE UP!!!" I screamed the last one.

Then everything faded away and I was back in Scott's living room. The pack was all giving me weird and worried looks.

"Stiles are you okay?" Malia stepped forward her hand raised in caution.

"Yeah I'm fine just a little..." Then I started to fall backwards, luckily Scott was there to catch me this time,"dizzy." I finished. I was so grateful that this time I didn't pass out.

I moved out of Scott's arms and back to the couch.

"Really Stiles because you don't look fine." Malia snapped back.

"Well what do you want me to say!? Sorry I don't feel fine. I'm not okay. Every flipping day is like a clock ticking down my last moments. I wake up terrified because of what I see, and I live every moment like it's my last. Is that what you wanted to hear? Because there you go you got what you wanted!!!!!" I yelled before I forced myself up the stairs and into Scott's guest room. I pretty much fell onto the bed. If it wasn't there then I would currently be unconscious.

I managed to get myself into a sitting position before I put my head in my hands and just started to cry. I didn't even hear the door open. I just felt arms being wrapped around my weak and fragile body.

"Stiles everything is going to be okay." That voice turned out to be Scott. Thank God Jackson wasn't the one to come up here. I hate crying in front of him.

"Is it Scott. I can't even tell what's real anymore. Are you even sitting here or is it just another hallucination. They all seem the same now." I don't know how, but I could feel his emotion change. Probably because he is the one I know better than anyone.

"Stiles I promise you this is real. And anything you need me to do to prove it I will do. Just let me know."

"Liam." He looked confused. Probably wondering why I need Liam.

"Why do you need Liam?" He asked. See I knew it.

"No I don't need Liam, but do you hear that?" He stood up and immediately ran out of the room.

Liam's POV

I don't even know what happened. One minute I was aching everywhere barely able to move. Then I am coughing as hard as my lungs can allow, and the pain is gone. I just can't stop coughing. Wait a minute. This is the next stage. Oh no this means I have entered stage 4. That means Stiles is on stage 5. I am on stage 4, and Lydia is on stage 2. Three of us are sick and dying. Who's next, and how long do the rest of us have?

Scott's POV

I ran as fast as I could to get to the basement. Liam was coughing so hard. Definitely harder than Stiles was. Was it his growl that was affecting it?

I looked into his eyes. He looked back at me, and all I saw was pure fear. He was terrified. He shouldn't be going through this. Not at 15, not ever. Nobody should have to go through this.

"Is he okay?" I turned to see Stiles standing in the doorway. Well more of leaning...heavily on the doorframe.

"What are you doing here you should be resting?" I feel like I sounded like a mom, but hey he needed to hear what he needed to hear. Great now I sound more like a mother. Not important Scott. Stop worrying about whether you sound like a mother or not.

"I'm tired of resting. You ever hear that quote live every day like it's your last. Well that's what I want to do. Since my days are being counted til death now. I want to live each day to the fullest." It hit me then. I mean I knew before, but I didn't want to believe it. My best friend is actually dying.

Stop it Scott. Stop it with the poor me moments. Your best friend is dying. Stop moping and figure out a way to save him.

That's it. I know what I have to do.

It's time to pay Theo Raeken a visit.