It has  been about an hour of running. The whole time Scott's mind has been elsewhere. Thinking about Derek, Mason, and Stiles.

The fact that one of his friends could be dead was itching the back of his mind. It was the only thing keeping his legs moving.

Kade was ahead of Scott by a few hundred feet, the Black Dog was starting to slow as he nears a "Welcome To Portland Oregon" sign.

Kade comes to a complete stop and he turns around to face the alpha.

His red eyes shimmer in the sunlight. It resembles the coals of a fire.

Kade's black fur ripples with muscle and Scott is reminded about the power a 'Black Dog' possesses.

Kade moves his head motioning for Scott to follow him a little longer.

Once Scott nears Kade's backside Kade does a slow walk, sniffing the air and looking at his surroundings.

Scott does the same, sniffing the slightly salty air. Pine and the fresh cold air dance around in Scott's nose, all of the sudden the smell of leaves and mint come to both supernatural's noses.

Scott is the first to react, he sprints off into the edge of the forest. Scott relies fully on his senses, dodging branches, rocks and roots that happened to be in the way.

Kade bolts after the werewolf. Following his exact footsteps until he sees Scott, standing still in shock. On the ground in front of him laid a fox, the fox's fur was matted with a messy black blood and he wheezed in his sleep.

"Oh my god." Chokes out Scott, "What did I do?" A small tear rolls down his cheek and Stiles stirs slightly.

The fox looks at Scott and quickly closes his eyes, not wanting to look at him. As if attempting to speak Stiles let's out a raspy whimper.

"Stiles I'm so sorry." Says Scott. Kade stays behind some brush, watching the two in interest.

'No.' Replies Stiles' voice in Scotts head. 'Why did you leave me Scott? Why did you want to kick me out? You left me Scott! And I needed you!'

Stiles' eyes stay closed, still not wanting to look at the Alpha.

"I know, I'm sorry. God, Stiles you don't know how much I regret saying that stuff. I messed up. No I fucked up. I fucked up so bad that I chased you away." Scotts eyes start to well up with tears, "Stiles I don't want to lose you, I want to be there for you, please give me another chance. I need to fix this." Scott holds out a hand and gently runs his hand down the sticky black blood on Stiles' flank.

Stiles slightly flinches.

"Please let me fix this." Scott breaths out.

Stiles opens his small amber eyes, looking painfully at Scott.

Stiles' tail thumps one time and Scott takes that as a yes, walking over to his friend and gently picking him up.

Stiles winces once again and Scott looks at the friend in his arms. Stiles sighs and sleepily nuzzles in Scotts arms with all his remaining strength.

'Come on, we better hurry.' Kade mind links Scott. Scott nods and he tries his best to smoothly sprint behind Kade, hoping that it wasn't too late.

The trip back to California was longer for multiple reasons: One, Scott didn't want to injure the weak fox in his arms. Two, they had to find a back way through the woods instead of the side of the main roads since they couldn't pull off the 'dog walker' look with a fox, and three, both Scott and Kade were exhausted from the run over.

By the time the three reached the clinic Stiles was barely breathing. He shortly gasped out breaths, and they were raspy and came with black ooze.

Scotts lacrosse sweatshirt was coated in the black stuff.

Kade looked back at Scott, who looked down at the small fox and speed walked across the dark road and into the shop with the Black Dog close at his heels.

The clock above the door read 2:30AM and Deaton sluggishly walked around the corner where he had Derek and Mason.

"Okay hurry." Says Deaton, rushing back into the room and clearing off a space for Stiles.

Kade has come back from the small bathroom, now human, wearing a light grey shirt, blue jeans and a black leather jacket. His eyes were still a blazing red.

Scott stood slightly back and watched in fear as Deaton and Kade examined Stiles. He had been hooked up to oxygen.

Kade looks from Deaton to Stiles. "What do we have to do?"

Deaton looks into Kades red eyes, "We need them to heal. Now that they are in the same room they can all heal. Except for Mason. We have to have them either cough or puke up the blood that is attached to their vocals."

Kade looks at Mason, "What about him?"

"I don't know yet." Says Deaton, "Lets focus on this first, we have to wake Derek and Stiles up."

Kade nods and Scott steps up to help, "What can I do?"

"Scott, can you take some of Stiles' pain? Kade you are going to snap his paw, it will heal, and also trigger his healing process. It will also cause a scream to build up in his throat, and because it's trapped it will produce an acid that will make him puke it up." States Deaton.

Scott and Kade nod and Scott puts a hand on Stiles' matted fur, almost instantly a shock of pain travels up his arm, surprised he jumps back.

"Come on pussy," says Kade, "hurry the hell up before he dies."

Deaton glares at the Black Dog and Scott toughens up, letting the pain travel up into his body while Deaton takes off the oxygen tank and Kade snaps his paw.

The snap echoes throughout the clinic, followed by a choking howl of pain.

Stiles leans over the side of the metal table and watches as black blood comes pouring out of his mouth and on to the floor, freeing his vocals.

Stiles looks at Kade in pain and then Scott, who still hasn't taken his hand off of his back.

"Come on Scott, we have to do the same to Derek." Says Deaton, already at his limp body.

"On the count of three, one, two, three." Shouts Kade.

Scott takes the pain and Kade snaps Derek's black coated hand, causing Derek's eyes to shoot open and turn an ice blue. Derek hoarsely yells and clumps of blood come out of his mouth. He begins to cough and doesn't stop until Deaton hands him a glass of water.

Derek nods in thanks and then looks at Stiles' body still laying tiredly on the table on the other side of the room.

Scott has now moved to Mason.

"What now?" Asks Kade.

Deaton holds up surgical scissors. "This might be a little more complex."

Kade nods and grabs a safety kit, Scott looks at all of the surgical tools the kit had laying in it. Scissors, needles, thread, anti bacterial wipes.

Scott squints his eyes for a moment and moves his hand to Mason's wrist. Kade does the same with his other wrist and Deaton makes a mental map of all the tendons and ligaments in Mason's neck, marking with a washable marker the path he would need to take.

"Okay here we go." With that the first 'snip' of skin was cut.

About an hour later Stiles and Derek had been cleaned up, and in new clothes.

They both had said nothing.

Mason has yet to wake up however he was indeed alive. Thanks to Deatons surgeon skills and Kade and Scotts ability to take pain and keep a hard stomach.

Stiles had fallen asleep in the waiting room and Derek was slumped in a different corner on the tile, looking through a magazine of some sort.

Scott was still talking to Kade and Deaton.

"You are going to have to gain his trust again." Says Deaton looking at the sleeping Stiles.

"I know." Replies Scott, looking at the tattoo on Stiles' neck.

"When do you think he's going to wake up?" Asks Scott, now looking at Mason.

"I'm not quite sure." States Deaton, looking at the boy.

"At least he's not dead." Says Kade, receiving another glare from Deaton.

"Hey! It's true." He says, crossing his arms.

Scott rolls his eyes and walks into the waiting room where the sleeping Stiles and drowsy Derek were.

"What do you want?" Asks Derek in a harsh tone.

"Are you okay?" Asks Scott.

Derek huffs, "Don't ask me that. Ask Stiles when he wakes up." Derek doesn't look up from the magazine, "Because after all it is him you decided to be a dick to in the first place."

Scott looks at Stiles, who was sleeping peacefully in the chair a few feet away.

"Look I'm really sorry. Actually, I don't think I can express how mad I am at myself for saying the things I said." Says Scott, "So can you not tell me the things I already know and tell me, I don't know, what is Stiles?"

Kade comes out of the room where Mason is, listening to the conversation.

"He's a werefox." Derek glares at Scott, "And maybe if you were there for your friend you would have known."

Scott looks down and over at Stiles' bright red tail that was slumped on the seat besides him, the white tip gently twitching in his sleep.

"He has been through too much, and this is something he simply did not need." States Derek.

Scott takes a deep breath. "I know." He says in a small voice, "Believe me, I know."

"Good, because when he wakes up I expect you to have a whole explanation ready for him. And it better be a good one."

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A/N: another update?! You bet! Anyways, should Stiles trust Scott again? What do you guys think is wrong with Mason? And any thoughts on Kade? Thank you for keeping up with this book it really means a lot to me🖤