Kelsey's POV

"Derek, you can't leave!" I shout at Derek as he brought his bag near the door of his loft. "I need to go, Kelsey, you'll be fine." He assured me, putting on his leather jacket. After crying our hearts out by Boyd's body, we buried him and then we had to un-flood the loft.

Some of the water that filled the loft floor was a little red from Boyd's blood, it was horrible, Derek wasn't handling it well. But that doesn't mean he has to leave town. I know he's taking it hard, we all are. I can go with him, he'll need someone to comfort him, I'd hate him to go alone and beat himself up. "Where will you go? I'll come with you."

"I don't know, I just need to be alone."

He wasn't a to be alone? That's the last thing he needs right now. He needs his family, his friends, his pack, he needs me to help him. I know how he feels, I was the same when I lost Erica, I'm still hurting, but I'm managing to keep my chin up and smile as much as I can.

"Do you seriously think that's the best thing for you right now, look at yourself, Derek, you're a mess, we all are, which is why we need to stick together." I tell him but Derek looks to the floor. "I need time to myself, to sort myself out."

Why can't he stay here? He needs us as much as we need him. "Well do that here, you don't have to leave. Derek, what about Cora and Isaac? What about me, you can't leave us." I raise my voice a little, which caused Derek's eyes to look up at me and off the floor.

"Look, I know how much your hurting right now, I know you want to come with me, but coming with me won't help, the pain will still be in your head. Look out for Cora while I'm gone." He smiled lightly before turning his back to me, about to grab ahold of his bag.

"Derek, please. Don't go." I begged, I could feel a single tear escape my eye and fall onto my check. Derek let go off his bag, turning around to face me. He lightly smiled as he stepped towards me. Whipping the tear from my check, Derek then cupped both my cheeks which his soft hands.

"Goodbye." He said as he planted a small kiss on my forehead, before letting go and walking out the door with his bag. The next thing I knew, I fell to the floor, my vision went all blurry and that's when the tears were rapidly falling from my eyes.

***

It's been two whole days since Derek left me in his loft crying. Cora found me shortly after curled up in Derek's bed when she came home that day, I told her what Derek had said to me and she told me that he'll come back when he's ready. After that, Cora and I fell asleep next to each other.

Later in the day, Stiles came knocking at the loft door asking the whereabouts of Derek. Cora told us that once before when Derek was in trouble, he and Peter hid from the hunters. "They were there for two days, waiting, hiding. That's what we're taught to do when the hunters find us...hide and heal." Cora explained.

"Okay, so is two days standard, then? Or are we thinking Derek's on, like, some extended getaway?" Since when does Stiles worry where Derek is? Are they even friends? "Why do you care?" Cora asked.

"Why do I care? Let's see...because over the last few weeks, my best friend's tried to kill himself. His boss nearly got ritually sacrificed. A girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed. Boyd was killed by alphas, I-"

"They killed Erica too." I interrupted Stiles. He gave me a sympathetic smile before continuing. "Do you want me to keep going? 'Cause I can, all right? For, like, an hour." Cora sighed. "You think Derek can do anything about that?"

"Well, since he's the one everyone seems to be after, it's more like he should do something about it, yeah." Stiles does have a point, but what can Derek do? We don't have enough alias to kill the Darach and the alpha pack. And why is everyone going after Derek? Cora looked down at the floor, frowning.

"I don't know. There's something different about him now. He wasn't like this when we knew him." Derek was different? Was he happy? Not that he's moody or grumpy all the time, he just looks so sad sometimes like something has ripped out his soul and torn out his heart. "What was he like?" I asked.

Just as Cora was about to speak, a voice interrupted her. Peter. "A lot like Scott, actually. A lot like most teenagers...unbearably romantic, profoundly narcissistic, tolerable really only to other teenagers." Peter answered as he walked down the stairs and towards us. Wait, when did Peter get here? I didn't hear him come in.

"So what happened? What changed him?" Stiles asked Pete-tato. "Well, the same thing that changes a lot of young men..." Peter glanced over at me, smiling a little as he finished off his sentence. "A girl." Wait, hold up. Derek was in love?

Wow, I never took Derek for the lovey dovey type. "You're telling me some girl broke his little heart? That's why Derek is the way he is?" Stiles asked. Hmm yeah it's doesn't really make sense that Derek seems sad all the time, surely it had to be something worse that made him the way he is. Peter ignored him and turned to look at his niece.

"Do you remember Derek before he was an Alpha, he had blue eyes?" How could I forget Derek's blue eyes, they were so bright, pretty too. Peter turned his attention to me, then looked back at Stiles. "Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes?" If red eyes mean that the wolf is an alpha, and amber eyes mean the wolf is a beta, then what could blue mean?

"I just always thought it was, like, a genetic thing." Stiles confessed. "If you want to know what changed Derek, you need to know what changed the color of his eyes." Peter told us. Okay, that sounded bad. What happened to Derek? I hope
it's not too bad that Derek has been keeping this bottled up mainly to himself.

Peter told us how Derek and this girl came to meet. Apparently she, Paige, hated Derek at first. She loved to play the cello and practiced in school and Derek was a popular jock. Which is hard to believe, Derek doesn't seem the sporty type.

I guess I kind of pictured Derek being the quiet bookish type, but maybe that's because of the way he is now. I never knew Derek when he was happy and loved up, but if Peter says he was anything like Scott, then I'd probably find Derek annoying as hell. But it would've been nice to see Derek smile then.

Peter had finished speaking, which is when Stiles began to speak. "Okay, so if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he? How old were you? How old are you now?" He asked.

Peter sighed as he leaned back on the couch. "Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think." Well, that wasn't a good answer. I wonder why he doesn't reveal his age? Maybe it's because he's a little reserved, or he's hiding it because if he says his age, he'll feel old and weak. Oh well, it doesn't really matter anyway, I'm sure he's not that much older than Derek.

"Okay, that was frustratingly vague." Stiles turned to look at Cora. "How old are you?" He asked. "I'm 17." Cora answered simply. "See, that's an answer. That's how we answer people."

"Well, 17 how you'd measure in years." Oh my god, this is so annoying, I just want Peter to continue telling the story of Derek and this Paige girl. "Okay, Stiles, just gonna drop it. What happened to Derek and the cello girl?" I asked, moving closer to Peter by sitting next to him on the sofa.

"What do you think happened? They were teenagers. One minute, it's, 'I hate you, don't talk to me.' The next, it's frantic groping in any dark corner they could manage to find themselves alone for five minutes. Their favorite dark corner was an abandoned distillery outside of Beacon Hills."

How the hell does Peter know all of this? He sounds like a stalker. "Wait, hold up. How do you know all this? You just said that they were alone." I said.

Peter sighed before looking at me. "Back then, I wasn't just Derek's Uncle. I was his best friend, his closest confidante. That's how I know." Ah, right. I wonder why Derek can't stand him now. Maybe it's because Peter went psychotic.

Peter continued to tell the story, he said Derek and Paige wondered into the abandoned distillery where they started kissing and doing all that lovey dovey stuff. He also said that they were interrupted so they left and Peter saw Deucalion and all the other alphas discussing what had happened to one of their betas or something.

Apparently it was one of Ennis's betas that got killed by the hunters. Standing up from his seat and walking up to the window, Peter traced a spiral on the fog of the window. "Our mark for vendetta."

"Man, you guys really take that revenge thing to, like, a whole new level, don't you?" But it isn't just revenge, Stiles would never understand. When I held Erica's lifeless cold body in my arms, it felt like it took something away from me, it hurt to fully accept that she was gone, but I knew what I wasn't going to let her die for nothing. I would get my revenge on the alphas. "It's not just revenge. Losing a member of your pack isn't like losing family." Cora said as she looked at Stiles.

"It's like you lose a limb." I finished as I looked at the bracelet on my arm which Erica gave me. I felt my heart stop for a moment, which lead a single tear to escape my eye. I cleared my throat before looking at Peter. "Then what?" I asked.

Peter told us that Ennis went to the hospital so he could see his dead beta who was the morgue. "They wouldn't even let him see the body." Well, he wasn't technically blood related family which explains why. I kind believe I'm saying this but I kinda feel sorry for Ennis. I know I would've hated not seeing Erica's body, even if it did bring me pain.

But I don't understand what Ennis has to do with Derek? It doesn't make any sense. "I don't get it. What does this have to do with Derek?" Cora asked, taking the words straight from my mind.

"Everything. It's never just a single moment. It's a confluence of events. Personally, I looked at Ennis's circumstances, I saw a profound loss. Derek saw something different. He saw opportunity." Peter explained. "Opportunity? To do what?" Stiles and I asked simultaneously.

Which caused us to look at each other weirdly before turning to Peter who cleared his throat so he could continue. "To always be with her."

"They keep us connected to humanity. But they're a secret even in the pack. Sometimes only the Alpha knows who the emissary is. Derek and I had no idea about Deaton." Cora mentioned. "Or his sister, Morrell." Peter added.

"She's an emissary too?"

Peter nodded. "For the Alpha pack." Stiles eyes widened, he was obviously surprised, maybe even a little confused. "Our guidance counselor? Why the hell don't you people tell me any of this stuff, huh? I shared some really intimate details with her." Stiles confessed.

"And did she give you good advice?" Cora asked. "Actually, yeah." He answered.

"That's what they do. That's what Deaton used to do for Talia." Peter said. After that, Peter went on saying how Derek kept thinking about turning Paige into a werewolf and that he chose Ennis to do it as Ennis needed a new pack member to replace the one that had died.

And how Ennis was doing a favor for Derek meant Ennis would be in good with Talia. Stiles asked if Derek remembered Ennis giving her the bite and Peter replied with. "If he does, he keeps it to himself."

"So then what happened? Did he turn her?" I asked. "Almost. He came at Ennis. A fifth-teen year-old boy against a giant. There was no reason for him to fight. She'd already been bitten." Peter said as he glanced in my direction.

"So did she turn?" Cora asked. "She should have. Most of the time, the bite takes. Most of the time." Peter said, slightly whispering the last part more to himself.

Stiles looked a little confused. "When you offered it to me, you said; if it doesn't kill you." Wait, I never knew Peter offered the bite to Stiles. Why has he never told me about this? I'll have to ask him about it later. "If." Peter replied.

"He knew the answer, though. It didn't matter that she was young and strong. Some people just aren't made for this. But she fought. She struggled desperately, trying to survive." Oh god, she didn't make it.

No wonder why Derek looks so sad and hurt all the time, he lost his first love in his arms. I can't imagine how he felt in that moment, but I wish I could've been there to comfort him. "I remember taking her body from his arms, to the woods, to a place where I knew that it would be found...another in a long line of Beacon Hills animal attacks."

Peter got up from the sofa and moved to sit on the steps. Jesus, Derek has been through so much, I don't know how he even manages to stay calm and stable. If I were him, I'd be a freaking mess. "And what about Derek?" Cora asked.

"Taking an innocent life takes...something from you as well, a bit of your soul...darkening it, dimming the once brilliant, golden yellow to a cold, steel blue...like mine." Peter explained, before his bright blue eyes glowed.

***

"You okay?" Lydia asked as I plumbed myself down on her bed. I couldn't stay in my house for long, I wanted to, but Isaac kept going on and on about our small argument the other day, then he tried to apologize by kissing me. As much as I love him, I just couldn't bare to kiss him knowing Allison's lips might've been on his. I didn't want to be rude, so I said I needed a girly night with Lydia.

"Yeah just tied, the usual." She didn't seem to please with my reply, hence the frown. "I know you miss Erica, Kelsey. It's not a crime to miss someone you've love and lost, and if you want to talk, you know I'm here for you right?"

"I do, it's just I don't know how to explain. I mean it's painful for me to think about her, which makes me want to fall to the ground and burst out in tears, but I also kind of feel like she's watching me, even guiding me or giving advice, like she's right beside me, but I can't see her."

Lydia sat silent a few minutes before tilting her head towards me. "Didn't you say that Erica was your anchor?" She asked. "Yeah, why?"

"Well you're obviously still thinking about her and you're probably wanting to avenge her death, right? So I'm thinking maybe you're still hanging onto her spirit and that's why you feel her presence."

Of course, that would make some sense, seeing as I can hear her voice in my head sometimes, but I don't understand how it could be possible. "Are you saying that Erica could be a ghost?" Surely ghosts exist, I mean if werewolves and homicidal lizards exist, then ghosts do too, right? "Could be, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but there's no sure way of knowing."

I could see Erica again, we'll be together and nothing will ever come between us again. But the alpha pack will still pay for what they did, Erica and I may be reunited, but she won't be her normal self, she'll be a ghost. "Do think I can talk to her? Maybe see her?"

"Yeah, I guess so. You could borrow that ouija board Stiles used the other day, see of that works." Hmm, as much as I would love to see Erica again, I wouldn't trust an ouija board, not after wag so many horror films involving them. "I don't know, the Ouija board creeps me out, isn't there another way I can contact her?"

"I'm not really an expert on all this, Kels." She confessed. "Yeah, maybe I should just put this all behind me, it wouldn't work anyway." I sigh, Lydia gives me a sympathetic smile before wrapping her arms around me. "I'm sorry."

Resurrection...surly that could be possible? Peter came back to life, he must know a way to come back from the dead. After all, he does know a lot of things about the supernatural and other un-explained things.

"It's okay, it was stupid to think I could see her again." I put off. I will have to talk to Peter about this. I just hope he'll know what to do and be willing to help me.

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Wassupppp?! Hello my darlings, I'm really sorry it took so long to update. It seems everyone I update I always have an excuse as to why it's been so long, but I generally am sorry. Well, my excuse this time is that I was ill for a week and few days with just about everything, I'm still sort of recovering but I can feel myself getting better as each day goes by.

Anyway what did you think of this short chapter? Do you think Kelsey will be able bring back Erica with the help of Peter?

Do you want Erica to come back? As a ghost? Or do you think she'll be human again...well, werewolf.

As always, tell me your thoughts on this chapter. And thank you for reading my stories, I really appreciate it, especially all your lovely and hilarious comments.

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