"No! What happened to my son?!"

Melissa's deep wailing echoes through the hospital as she openly belted out in agony. From down the hall, I see her fall to her knees. I feel despair in the pit of my stomach at her reaction that feels all too real.

Scott was right, she really could sell it.

Doctor Geyer holds her and angrily waves off people who openly gawk as if she wasn't a grieving mother. The crowd that had gathered disperses and I follow the flow of people to the stairwell. It was too big of a risk to use the elevator, as I could risk catching a ride on the lift with the Benefactor. I make my way down to the floor of the morgue, waiting patiently for Melissa to arrive. 

After a few minutes, the elevator pings and opens, revealing her tear-stricken face. 

She walks over to me, her body shaking from the aftershock of her performance. When she's close and realizes we're alone, she straightens her posture and wipes her face clean of moisture, dropping the act.

"You should've been an actress," I commend her for her performance. Despite the situation, she gives me an amused smile in return.

I hold one side of the doors to the morgue open, guiding her inside. Stiles, Kira, Liam, and Noshiko all turn upon our entrance, the four of them surrounding Scott's pale and semi-dead body.

"I still hate this plan," Melissa says as she stares down at her son's body.

It was difficult for me to look at Scott as the reality of what we were doing finally struck. I take a breath and force myself to remain calm, knowing this certainly wasn't the time to have a breakdown.

"Give me your hand." Noshiko holds her palm out, waiting for Melissa to do as she says.

Melissa looked to Stiles who nods encouragingly. Noshiko draws Melissa's hand to Scott's exposed chest to rest on the surface, and after a few seconds, she breathes out in relief as she has likely felt his rare heartbeat.

"Is that enough to keep a werewolf alive?" she asks. 

"Enough for an Alpha," Noshiko smiles comfortingly. 

Melissa gives her a grateful look as she takes her hand back. 

"How much time do we have?"

"Forty-five minutes," Noshiko responds.

I glance down at the watch Chris had given me earlier, checking to see if we were on schedule. 

"What happens after that?" Melissa presses.

"I bring him back the same way," Kira replies comfortingly, though, Melissa shakes her head. 

"No, I mean what happens if he stays like this longer than forty-five minutes?"

Silence falls over us, everyone exchanging guilty glances. We hadn't checked with Scott to be sure he told his mom the truth about our plan, but apparently, we should have. 

"No one told her?" Noshiko hisses, understandably angry. She already hated this plan and keeping Melissa in the dark only fueled her spite.

"What? What happens after forty-five minutes?" Melissa trembles.

"He dies," Noshiko boldly answers. 

Melissa's hand covers her mouth, as if she's preventing herself from vomiting on her son's lifeless body. Wordlessly, she begins to move to a back room nearby. 

"I need a minute," she disses herself. Everyone knows better than to stop her. 

I check my watch out of instinct as she leaves, seeing that we only had a certain amount of time to make contact with the Benefactor. I swallow my guilt over moving on from Melissa's reaction because if any distractions tonight caused Scott to lose his life, that remorse would only become ten times worse. 

"Stiles you have to go, you and Argent have six minutes to make contact," I order him.

He nods and seems hesitant, but ultimately rushes out of the morgue, the doors swinging behind him. He wanted to stay and provide Melissa with comfort, too, but his best friend's life was more important than that.

"You two need to get to the control room," I add to Kira and Liam. 

Noshiko nods to all of us, heading to the room Melissa had disappeared into. 

"I will look after her," she offers. 

I thank her before she walks away, putting my full attention back on her daughter and Liam. 

Kira collects her katana that was resting on one of the observation tables nearby, the blade wrapped in a blanket to conceal the shape of her scabbard. It wasn't the best method for discretion but I was glad she had her weapon anyway. 

"We should probably..." Kira trails off, gesturing to Scott's body. 

Liam takes a step back, silently asking for it not to be him. Kira stares at me with open hope, an unspoken request that I have to oblige. 

The slab Scott rests on feels almost freezing as I push him into his slot, locking the door behind his body. I stare at the handle blankly before turning away, not sparing another glance as I numbly guide the two supernaturals in my company outside. 

We walk to the elevator, waiting for it to return to our floor. 

"No matter what happens, you stay in the room," I command. "Understand?" 

They nod along to my instruction, and I feel better knowing they'd be safe there. When the elevator arrives, Kira steps inside, whole Liam remains at my side. Kira and I both look at him, wondering why he had yet to do the same. He doesn't say anything at first, only stares at me.

"I don't want to leave you." He was almost pleading when he said it, that annoying line between his eyebrows forming. This time I knew I couldn't smooth it out.

His words reluctantly pull me into the memory of the day I lost my family; reminding me of the last words my parents said to each other.

I won't leave you, my mama had sworn.

You never will, my papa had promised her. 

My mother wanted my father to know that she would always fight with him, even if she barely knew how. If they would die, they would do it together. But my father claimed that not even death would keep him from loving her. It was his one last vow to her as his devotion cost him his life. 

I wondered, for a moment, if I was capable of saying such a thing to Liam. 

He meant something to me, that much I couldn't deny. I could feel the confession on the tip of my tongue, but I bit it down. The emotions he brought out in me were too uncontrollable and terrifying. That fear was a warning of death and I had to listen. It was selfish to gamble with Scott's life because I felt something for Liam.

If I said those words back it would be admitting not only my feelings to him, but it would welcome death. That's what my father did as he said those words to my mother. He solidified his oath to her in the same way he solidified his fate. I couldn't make the same mistake.

"Stick to the plan," I brush him off stiffly.

Liam's face drops, his eyes flashing with hurt. I ignore it as I turn away from him and walk to the stairwell, never looking back. 

I had sworn to Allison to keep her pack safe, no matter the cost to me. My selfish desires meant nothing if they got my friends harmed or killed. This is what I was meant to do, this is where my oath had taken me, and I wouldn't fail, even if it was the last thing I did. 

---

I wait in the hospital lobby, watching the entrance for Chris and Stiles from a camera blindspot behind a wall. 

Nothing irregular had stuck out yet, but I kept my guard up all the same. A criminal mastermind was as easy to spot as a needle in a haystack, and Chris had a point earlier. There was no telling what would come for us tonight. The Benefactor could be a complete stranger, multiple people, or even a familiar face. 

My watch timer beeps at thirty minutes when Stiles walks back into the hospital. 

He keeps his head down and avoids eye contact with surrounding people to avoid drawing focus to himself. He makes a direct line for the elevator, and I take a look around to make sure I was the only one watching him. 

Chris enters a second later, approaching me. 

I stood behind the corner of a wall in the main hallway. He takes a seat on a waiting chair nearby, picking up a magazine from the side table. He opens it and pretends to read, concealing his face from the cameras that monitor this floor. He doesn't actually acknowledge me, but we both know we're completely aware of each other. 

I mirror his caution, pulling my phone out to fake a call as people pass. 

"How'd it go?" I ask. 

"They were dodgy, but I think the chances of them showing up are good," he says quietly as he turns a random page. "Cameras all set?" 

I hum softly in return, confirming that we were prepared for tonight. 

"If anything happens, meet at the morgue. If they take his body it'll be through the parking garage, so I'll go there through the basement entrance, and you can corner them in the lot," I tell him. 

We wouldn't be able to be in contact after this. It would be too much of a distraction to keep up the facade of a fake phone call. The next time we make contact would be if something went wrong, or if we were putting the Benefactor in cuffs. I hoped it would be the latter.

Chris doesn't say anything, his silence being his response.

I end my fake call and make my way to the stairwell again and start to sweep every floor. 

I peek into rooms that are opened and closed, not wanting to miss a single thing. I attempt to appear as someone searching for nothing in particular, hoping others would believe me to be a random teenager killing time as she waited for someone to wrap up an appointment. 

A few people that pass me smile politely, and I do my best to return it. Though, once they pass, I drop it and refocus on the task at hand. I had to be cordial, as scowling would draw too much attention. I also wanted to see if any of them would stick out, but none did. Most people here seemed normal. Some were patients I had seen before or were people I spotted in the lobby earlier that I already cleared of suspicion. 

I check my watch near the tenth floor, finding we only had twenty minutes left. 

The Benefactor was certainly taking their sweet time.

Stealing a fraction of my attention, my phone starts to buzz in my pocket. I swiftly pull it out in case it's Stiles or Chris, but find it's just Lydia. 

I sigh before answering, continuing on my path to check the rest of the floor. 

"Not the best time, Lydia," I scold her as I walk. 

"Jac, where are you?" she questions urgently, ignoring my annoyed tone. 

"I'm at the hospital," I say, growing mildly confused. "Stiles said he told you the plan." 

Stiles mentioned before that he explained everything to Lydia, wanting her to remain distant. There was no telling how she would react, because though Scott wasn't technically dead, he was as close as one could get.

"You need to leave. Now," she commands, a slight tremble in her voice.

"What? Why? Are you okay?" I rush out in a panic, worried that an assassin used Lydia being all by herself to their advantage.

"It's - it's not me," she stutters out, and despite her fear, I feel relief that she was okay.

"Alright, well I'm sorry but I can't leave. We don't have much time left, the Benefactor should be showing up soon."

I hear her take a shaky breath through the line. "Please, just come meet me at the lake house. I have this feeling-"

Before Lydia can finish, the lights around me start to flicker. A second later, they all shut off and my call drops, the line now silent. I pull back to look at my screen and find that I no longer have service. Someone not only tampered with the power here at the hospital but the nearby cell towers, too.

"Of course," I mutter begrudgingly. 

I push the call from Lydia out of my mind and pocket my phone, sprinting to the stairwell in order to get to Scott. It's already crowded in there, as everyone panicked and rushed to use the steps due to the power killing the elevator. I push past the swarm of bodies and make my way down to the morgue, finding the floor eerily silent. 

I keep one hand on the hilt of my Glock as I venture further down the hall. The emergency floodlights allow a dim glow to illuminate the area and reflect on the glossy floors, creating a slightly creepy atmosphere. 

Rapid footsteps from the stairwell sound behind me, and I spin with my gun drawn to face the incoming presence as they throw the door open. Stiles jerks back with wide eyes, his nose almost smashing into the muzzle of my gun. Chris is over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the floor as he passes Stiles. 

"Why do you both do that? Just turn around normally," Stiles rants, making me roll my eyes. 

I step aside, gesturing to the morgue.  "Check on him."

Stiles nods and jogs to the adjacent room. Chris moves to my side afterward, both of us standing guard in the hallway, rigid with tension. 

"The power is out and cell service is down. They're making their move," I inform him.

"It's definitely not a coincidence," he agrees, his jaw stiff. 

The doors to the morgue open again, Stiles rejoining us. The lack of panic on his face already clues me into what he says next.

"Scott's fine. No one's been down here."

"Where's Liam and Kira?" I ask him, relief yet to find me. If Stiles was down here, it meant the two of them were left unattended. 

"The camera on the roof went out before the power shut off. They both went up to check it," Stiles explains, making my stomach twist. 

This whole time I had been so worried about losing Scott that it didn't even cross my mind I might lose Liam tonight, too. I thought he would have been safe in the control room, but I should've known better than to expect him to simply stand by and watch. If the Benefactor was here and they ran into them, he could be dead, even Kira. 

"You let them go?" I question him heatedly. 

"What was I supposed to do?" he retorts defensively. 

I avert my eyes from him, reholstering my gun as I move to the stairwell. 

"Stay down here, I'm checking on them," I demand. 

Though, before I get far, Chris grips my upper arm to keep me in place. 

I turn to glare at him, his grasp far too tight not to. I didn't know if he was intentionally being hostile, but it was definitely coming off that way, especially if he was keeping me from finding Liam. 

"We agreed that if something happened, you'd go down to the parking garage," he grits out. His voice is too harsh for it to be cautionary goodwill. In fact, there was a certain layer of anger directed at me as he spoke. 

I yank my arm out of his hold, narrowing my eyes at him. 

"If we lost sight of Scott," I correct him. "We know Scott's fine." 

"The Benefactor is coming. We don't have time to go check on people. You need to control yourself," Chris sneers, speaking down to me as if I was a child.

His blatant disrespect made me shake with rage. I clench my fists, needing something to ground myself as I was tempted to swing at him. He had no right to speak to me like this, or keep me here. 

"Control myself?" I echo incredulously.

"Guys, calm down, you don't wanna do this now," Stiles says warningly. I have half a mind to listen to him until Chris scoffs under his breath. 

"What's your problem?" I snap, taking a step closer to him. He doesn't back down and openly glowers at me. 

"Forget it," he tries to say dismissively, but the resentment in his voice is still uncanny.

"Nice of you to take the high road," I bite back sarcastically. "I don't care what you say, I'm checking on my friends."

Chris smiles with false amusement, practically mocking me.

"Friend? Is that what he is?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I reply, my voice weak as I defend myself lamely. 

Stiles bows his head at my tone, his expression laced with sympathy. He pretends not to listen anymore for my sake, but that doesn't make this conversation any less real. 

"Don't play dumb, Jac," Chris chastises me. "We both know it's beneath you." 

Unable to find any words, I stare into his eyes, watching as something within them cracked. There was so much intensity and despair inside of him now. It was all bubbling beneath the surface and he was allowing himself to be driven by it. All of his loss, pain, and grief. He was practically torturing himself.

Chris was living as if he was already dead. I didn't want that. I didn't want to be him. I didn't want to be a ghost of the person I used to be.

I take silent steps back, heading for the stairwell again. It felt as if something else was controlling me, my mind becoming numb as my body separated itself. There was no logic within this decision; my heart was finally pulling its own strings. 

"Stick to the plan, Jac," Chris all but shouts as I leave him. 

I pause at the doorway to the stairs, peering at him from over my shoulder. The rage in his eyes had faded and the slight quiver in his voice betrayed his rough exterior. He seemed so exhausted, a man pushed beyond his limits, but I didn't care. 

"I don't give a shit about the plan," I mutter.

Not caring if he makes any more arguments, I step into the stairwell and allow the door to fall shut behind me. I climb the steps at a hurried pace, setting course for the roof. Though, when I reach a new level and find its door covered with bloody handprints, I stop dead in my tracks. 

I glance down at my watch, finding around ten minutes left. 

Internally, I debate what to do as I look between the door and the next level, but ultimately make my decision and enter the floor in front of me. On the other side, I'm greeted with people's fearful moans in a darkened hallway, and a floor covered with blood. I follow the smeared streaks, finding an injured Noshiko curled into Melissa's lap. There's a wide gash on the side of her torso, only being contained by Melissa's hands clutching her side. 

I rush over to them, crouching beside the two mothers. 

"What the hell happened?" I ask. 

Melissa stares at me with wild eyes that are filled with terror. 

"I don't know what it was, but it was huge. It had bones all over it and a skull, a large animal skull. I- I have no idea where it went, Jac."

"Berserkers," I murmur. 

Of course, this was Kate. She never could leave well enough alone.

"Kira. I need to find Kira," Noshiko grunts, attempting to get up. She hisses, forcing Melissa to hold her down.

"You are not going anywhere," she reprimands her. 

"I'll go," I say, standing to move into the stairwell again. 

"Jac," Melissa calls for me, her voice stern and unyielding. "Be careful." 

I give her an agreeable nod as I pass through the threshold, taking the steps of every next flight of stairs two at a time. As I move, my thoughts became plagued with the idea of stumbling upon Kira and Liam dead, Kate and her Berserkers standing over their bodies. What if I realized how I felt too late? The possibility of losing them, of losing Liam, it only makes me go faster.

I freeze when I reach a new level, a woman's body laying in my way. There's a gnarly wound on her forehead that leaks an intense amount of blood. Head injuries always bleed more, but I could tell this was more than that. I bolt to her side, pressing my fingers into her neck to find a pulse, and breathe out in relief when I find one. 

Selfishly, I think of leaving her here. She's alive, but there's a chance Liam wasn't. 

I instantly berate myself, as Liam would never want me to leave a stranger to bleed out for him. 

I reach under the woman's body, lifting her up bridal style. She's not too heavy, and I was in no mood to take long, so I don't mind sparing the strength it takes to carry her. I kick open the door to the level we were on, entering the floor in search of aid. There were papers scattered on the floor, as well as strewn medical supplies, and silence. 

"Hello?" I call out. "I need a doctor!" 

No one answers, making me growl in frustration. 

I place the woman on a nearby stretcher, maneuvering her body to pull the sheet of it out from under her. I push aside her bloodied blonde hair and wrap the fabric around her forehead, hoping it would slow her bleeding while I found help. Once the sheet is tight enough, I remove myself from her and race down the nearby hallway in search of someone more capable. 

"Hello?" I shout over and over again. 

My search doesn't bring forward any results, and eventually, my watch beeps to alert me that we only had five minutes left. It pushes me to accept that the woman I found would simply need to wait, because if Kira was in trouble and I couldn't save her in time, we would lose Scott; we would lose everything. 

I move, intending to return to the stairwell, but still when I notice a figure at the end of the hall. 

I draw out my gun with expert speed, aiming it directly at Kate's head. She smirks as she saunters out of the distant shadows, the emergency lights flickering to leave her in momentary darkness with every step she takes. 

"What are you doing here?" I glare at her. 

"I wanted to pay my respect to Melissa McCall," she teases with a shrug. 

Her mention of Melissa only makes my grip on my gun tighten. 

"How nice of you," I retort. "But tell me, how did you know Scott was dead?" 

Kate's amused expression falters as I catch onto something she didn't want me to. She was too much of a coward to stick her neck out like this, no matter how much she tried to pretend she wasn't. I didn't know how she found out about Scott, but I could feel it in my gut there was something else at play here besides the Dead Pool. 

Kate does her best to recover, putting on a coy persona. 

"Well, for starters, we both know he's not actually dead," she counters playfully. 

"And second, you should know by now that the death of a True Alpha will turn people's heads." 

"Hm, like the Calaveras?" I smirk. "I've heard they like to double-check bodies. If only they could contain them, too."

Kate tries to stifle a snarl. 

"They wanted me to kill myself," she says. 

"If only they were smart enough to know they'd have to do it themselves," I argue with a laugh almost as cruel as hers. 

Kate nears me, setting me even more on edge. We begin to mirror each other's steps, moving in a clockwise fashion in the center of the hallway. She sizes me up, and I do the same to her. She doesn't have any weapons, but with the way her fingers twitch and threaten to bring out her claws, I find that she doesn't need them anyway. 

"You think you can finish the job, Jac?" she sneers. 

"Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Follow orders, follow the code, and finish the mission?" I counter gruffly, growing more agitated with Kate's hypocrisy. 

How many times had she beaten that lesson into me, only to betray it all when faced with the ultimate sacrifice of a hunter? It only served to prove that the code meant nothing to her; I meant nothing to her. Everything she stood for was a lie. 

Kate scoffs as she eyes me up and down with hate. 

"You couldn't take me then, kid. You sure as hell can't take me now."

"Don't act like you know me," I argue, my finger caressing my gun's trigger with want. It's a threatening gesture that she doesn't miss.

"I do know you, Jac. I made you. Everything you are is because of me." Kate hissed as she pointed to herself, gloating.

Gloating about her torture. Gloating about the scars she marked my body with. Gloating about the nightmares I have every time I close my eyes. 

She found pride in having completely broken me.

"Everything that's wrong with me is because of you," I snap at her, unable to hold back any longer. "You ruin everyone you get close to. You did it to Derek... to Allison." 

The next flash of black blinds Kate from me momentarily, but when the illumination returns, I watch her skin bubble and stretch. Her face is aimed downward while her eyes stare up at me ominously. Her shift is threatening to surface. Our little confrontation was pushing the boundaries of her self-control, testing her ability to resist her bloodlust.

"She wasn't your family. She was mine," Kate snarls, her animalistic voice peeking through.

"You call that family? After what you did to her? You haunted her, Kate." 

"Stop," the jaguar demands, but I refuse to obey. 

"If you hadn't let your psychotic ego get in the way, she'd still be here," I lay into her. 

As the lights continue to glitch, I'm still able to make out the telltale crack of bones and contorting of flesh. Kate's shift was reaching completion and her temper was rising. It should have forced me to stop, but I couldn't. I wanted her to suffer, just as we had to.  

"You killed her, Kate," I croak out. "You killed Allison!" 

Kate's growl vibrates my bones as her rage explodes. Her ivory skin has darkened into a deep purple, and she lifts her face to bare her fangs to me in the next flash of light. She bends at the knees, appearing ready to lunge, but her movements soon still as her eyes go over my shoulder, widening with sobering fear.

I spun around to see what gave her that reaction and before Kate could stop it, the bone spike of a Berserker was plunged into the right side of my lower stomach. Kate let out a mangled scream but I barely registered her voice.

All I could hear now was the echoing of my watch beeping, signaling that time was up.

I'm unable to process anything as agony burns through me like a wildfire, emanating from where my body has been impaled. My gun falls from my hands and my knees buckle, and the only thing keeping me up is the Berserker still holding on to the hilt of its spike. When it does let go, I collapse to the floor at its feet. 

I frantically look around, trying to find something, but I didn't know what. I felt lost and the only thing I could understand was the pain. Then, the blood. It fills my mouth at a swift pace and I almost gag on it. Any anger I held a moment ago vanishes as terror takes its place. 

"Jac," Kate chokes out. 

She appears above me, kneeling at my side in her human form. There was an uncanny gleam of horror in her eyes as she gaped at me. I flinch as she reaches for my face, but soon freeze when all she does is brush back loose strands of my hair. The blood in my mouth isn't the only reason I want to gag now, her touch is enough to disgust me. 

Despite that, I don't use my fading strength to push her away. 

I close my eyes and pretend it's not her touching me, because even though I didn't want her comfort, I didn't want to be alone either. 

"I'm sorry," she whispers, and her hand pulls away from me. It isn't until I force my eyes back open do I find that she's gone, her and her Berserker nowhere to be found. 

I bring my hand up to the area where the spike sits inside my body, finding the dampness of my blood there. It had already seeped into my shirt and started to leak on the floor, signs of my death spreading out all around me. 

A broken laugh escapes me as I drop my hand in defeat, staring up at the ceiling through the flashes of light that had yet to cease. 

How dishonorable it was for me to bleed out on the floor, just as my mother and Allison had. 

My mama fought for my life before Deucalion took hers. She sacrificed herself for me, and then I had to stare into her eyes for days as she lay there rotting. Her death was not peaceful, only because she wouldn't die quietly. As for Allison, she used her final moments to assure Scott that she loved him, everything was okay, and did all that she could to save us. Her death was meaningful and tragic all at once. 

My death, however, meant nothing. 

It wasn't heroic, and it wasn't meaningful. I would die as I had lived, and I would leave nothing behind but regret. 

I spent too many years convincing myself that everyone who cared about me was cursed, but it was a lie to protect myself, no them. I was wrong, and I would never be able to make that up to them.

I could never thank Kira for being the first real friend I ever made myself, not just because she knew Scott or Allison before me. I couldn't tell Derek every time I passed a Camaro on the road I would think of him for the rest of the day, a giddy smile on my face. I wouldn't be able to see if Malia would ever forgive us and tell her I was sorry. I couldn't thank Lydia for teaching me how to be a woman when I didn't have my mom to do it. I would never be able to tell Stiles that I loved him too after I selfishly made him take it back, and Scott wouldn't know that he saved me in more ways than he could ever comprehend.

"Liam," I spat the blood out of my mouth as I sobbed his name, realizing my fate with him was the worst of all.

Chris was right, he wasn't a friend.

I cared for him in a way I didn't care for the others, and now I would never get the chance to know if he felt the same. Even if he hadn't cared for me the way I did him, the pain of his rejection would have been worth it to at least be able to feel anything from him.

I would have let Liam Dunbar break my heart a million times over just so he would look at me with those blue eyes.

They were above me now, staring down at me.

I smiled to thank death for the gift of seeing his beauty one last time before it took me away from him. He was like an angel, but his eyes flooded with tears and I began to wonder why an angel so perfect would cry.

I reach out to wipe the tears away, the blood that was coated on my hand smearing onto his cheek. The warmth of his skin began to coax me to sleep, but my eyes shot open as I was yanked from the floor.

"Stay with me, Jac."

I was in his arms, my body stinging with every hurried step he takes. I whine and dig my face into his chest, clinging to the heat of his body as mine feels cold. I savor the distant and sporadic thump of his heart, hoping to find further comfort with it. It was useless, though, as all I can think about was digging my nails into my stomach, desperate to pry the spike from my body as I still feel it pronged within me. 

Pain is what keeps us alive, my mind tells itself. 

"Stay with me," Liam repeats shakily. 

I don't understand what's happening as everything starts to blur. I try to speak, try to tell him how I feel, but nothing comes from my lips but blood. I had to stop myself from those failed attempts, not wanting more to pour out as it only stained Liam's shirt. 

I hear a door slam and feel Liam's body jolt before he collapses with me still in his arms. 

"Dad, help!" he screams. 

My head lolls to the side as I try to search for Liam's face because I feel myself slipping, but all I see is the glint of my silver bullet around his neck, now coated with spots of my blood. 

Hands come to my abdomen once more and I feel a strong grip pressing into my side. It makes me cry out and I try to push their hands away, but another person grabs my wrists to prevent me from doing so. I reach to claw at their hands, but they force me down with ease, my body too weak to fight back.

"Jac, don't do this. You have to hold on," someone breathes out from above me, their voice sounding so much like Stiles.

I make an attempt to speak again but I promptly choke, unable to find my voice. A gentle hand grazes my lips and wipes away the blood there before moving to brush the hair out of my face. I lean into their touch as the darkness comes, hearing a final plea from them before I let go.

"Don't leave me alone."

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