"Okay," Stiles began, opening up a blueprint for the bank on the table in Derek's loft. Peter chose to sit on the spiral stairs, while the rest of us were standing around the table. Scott stood on one end of the table, Stiles was in the middle and Derek was next to him whereas I stood on the other end. "You see this?" He pressed his red marker onto a part of the print. "This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here." He circle the wall and vent. "Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way." He added. "Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall." He scribble on the map and slammed the pen down. "Boom."

"Can we fit in there?" Scott asked.

"Yes, we can, but very, very barely." Stiles told us. "And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit-"

"Look, forget the drill." Derek interrupted and Stiles held his fist in the air with a look of annoyance on his face.

"Sorry?" He question, turning to face Derek.

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" Derek asked monotonously.

"What do you-what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles asked sarcastically.

"Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall." Derek told him, crossing his arms with a false smile.

"Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on." Derek looked away from Stiles irately and bought his fist up. "Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf. Yeah, look at that." I let out a small giggle and saw a smile rise on Stiles' face when he heard me. "Okay, see this?" Stiles held his palm a few inches from Derek's fist. "That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-" Derek slammed his fist into Stiles' hand as if it were nothing, not even bothering to look at the boy.

"Derek!" I reprimanded instantly as Stiles walked off, making pained sounds as he went.

"He can do it." Stiles admitted. I sighed and walked over to him. Standing in front of the mole-speckled boy.

"You okay?" I asked, Stiles jumped and turned around.

"Y-Yeah. I'm uh..." A look of confusion crossed him. "Why are you talking to me?"

"Let me look at your hand." I ordered, ignoring the question. He gave it to me. I took his large, soft hand in my own, feeling the oh so familiar butterflies I felt, back when we were still together. "It's broken." I told him after inspecting it for a few moments.

"Really? Cause It feels fine. Dandy even-" he cut himself off when he saw his hand and my own hands glowing gold. "Wha-What are you doing!?" He asked in alarm, trying to rip his hand from mine worriedly.

"I'm healing it." I told him, keeping a firmer grip on his hand but nowhere near enough to hurt him.

"Does that hurt you?" He asked concerned.

"No. Just drains my energy a bit." And by a bit, I meant a lot if the woozy feeling I was getting was anything to go by. Once I was done Stiles asked me a question.

"Why did you do that? I thought you hated me-" I interrupted him quickly.

"I don't hate you, Stiles. I could never, ever hate you." I sighed and he looked at me intently. "I love you Stiles with all of my heart. But you betrayed me in a way that I never thought you would. I know you regret it. I know you're sorry. I know that you'll never do it again."

"How?" He asked, curiously.

"Because I can feel it." I said and a smile quirked at my lips as I looked into his eyes. "Do you remember when we first found out we were soulmates?" I asked and he nodded. "Deaton told us we were in tune with each others emotions and I can kind of feel yours. I can feel the regret and the gloom. I can feel the dejection and the heartache..." I trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"I do regret it." Stiles said, tears dripped onto his cheeks and he took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry, Rori. It felt wrong, it felt so so wrong. I love you. I love you with every breath in my lungs, every beat of my heart. I will always love you." He confessed and pursed his lips. I reached up and gently cupped his face in my hands, running my thumbs over his cheeks, wiping the tears.

"Stiles, I would give anything to go back to before summer." I admitted. "I would give anything to go back to when I was sitting on the bonnet of your jeep, calling you hot." I joked with a small chuckle and Stiles looked at the floor blushed.

"I would too." Stiles said and my slender fingers slipped from his face and back to my sides.

"And I hope we will." I admitted and Stile nodded in agreement. "It would take time. I'm not sure how long. Could be a day, could be a year. As long as you're willing to work for it. We might get back to how we were before."

"There's nothing I want more in the world than you to be back in my arms." Stiles said and gently bushed a hair from my face. "I didn't think you could get more beautiful over the summer...but you proved me wrong." I smiled at him.

"Thank you, Stiles. I told you growing out your hair would make you even more handsome." We stared at each other for a moment before I cleared my throat and gestured behind me whilst taking a few steps backwards. "We should probably..."

"Oh! Yeah." He said and nodded and took a step towards me before stopping and grabbing my hand. He tugged me into his arms and I was overwhelmed by the kindness, love, security and warmth I felt. I never wanted it to end. Stiles squeezed me tightly before pulling away and kissing my cheek softly. "I still love you, Aurora Carter." He said before walking back to the group. A blush lit up my cheeks as I followed.

"I'll get through the wall." Derek stated. "Who's following me down?"

"Don't look at me." Peter said once all eyes turned to him. "I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."

"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek quipped rhetorically.

"One of them is already dead." Peter said, as if it didn't matter. I ground my teeth.

"Peter, not three months ago you were dead so shut the hell up." I spat and felt a hand rubbing my back. I looked up to see Scott had moved to where I was. I smiled thankfully at him before my eyes caught the envious gaze Stiles had directed at Scott.

"We don't know that." Derek said, ignoring my outburst as I was pulled away from my thoughts.

"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here?" Peter asked. "A pack of alphas. All of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha." He looked away from us. "I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed." I glared at him.

"Could someone kill him again, please?" Stiles said, already getting fed up of Peter.

"Derek, seriously? Not worth the risk." Peter crossed his arms and leant backwards against the stairs.

"What about you?" Derek asked, looking towards Scott but since Stiles was in the way it gave the illusion that he was looking at him.

"Yeah, if you want me to come-" Stiles shrugged.

"Not you." Derek all but groaned in irritation.

"Scott." Stiles pointed to the boy next to him and nodded awkwardly. He looked at Scott and pointed to Derek, letting him know that Derek was talking about him, as if Scott didn't already know.

"I don't know about Erica." Scott stated. " But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something." Scott turned to Peter who sighed. " We have to try."

"But?" Derek prompted, knowing Scott was going to say more.

"Who's the other girl?" He asked, posing a good question. "The one locked in there with Boyd?"

...

"Okay." Derek began, looking towards Scott. "Let's go." The two walked towards the door with me following behind them. Derek turned to me. "Not you." My brows furrowed.

"N-Not me? I'm sorry, Derek." I apologised sarcastically. "I just got told that one of my friends is dead and another is locked up in a room with some stranger and now I'm supposed to let two more of my friends go in there alone? No. Not happening."

"I'm not putting you in danger-" He began but I interrupted him.

"Derek, like you, I may appear human but I'm not. I'm equally as capable to help." He sighed and shook his head, putting his hand on my bicep.

"Just stay here." He walked off, Scott following him.

"Derek!" I called after him but he ignored me and exited the apartment. I let out small yell of frustration and ran my fingers angrily through my hair. Soon, the anger turned to sadness. I couldn't help my friends. Erica had died and I didn't do anything to save her and now Boyd was in trouble as well as another girl and I couldn't help them. I felt tears rise to my eyes and I let out a choked sob. I couldn't save Erica, one of my best friends. She was an innocent girl who just wanted to get away from here. I should have saved her. I should have stopped her and Boyd from going. I should have done something. Anything.

"Rori?" Stiles asked hesitantly from behind me, putting his hand on my shoulder. I took my hand from my hair and immediately flew into Stiles' chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso, not caring at this moment what he did, I just needed to feel his arms around me. To feel safe. He stood still, surprised for a moment that I even touched him. When he realised what was happening, he was quick to wrap his arms tightly around my shoulders. One hand stroked my hair gently as he whispered calming thoughts into my ear.

...

I'd calmed down now and sat at the corner of the sofa, having taken myself from Stiles' arms. I stared off, with a blank mind and in a different world. I was bought back by Stiles who stood at the window, looking through the dark night and the full moon.

"I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked." He finished, spluttering the last 'racked'.

"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over." Peter, who was situated on the other side of the couch, told him. I rolled my eyes. Stiles turned away from the window.

"You think Erica's really dead?" Stiles asked and I stiffened.

"You think I really care?" Peter countered.

"Stiles." I warned and he nodded in understanding.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but I just... I don't understand the bank, though, okay? Like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?" I shook my head and put my head on my arm that were positioned on the arm rest.

"They're werewolves, not bond villains." Peter said, almost making me laugh...almost.

"Wait a sec. Wait a sec." Stiles said, getting an idea. "Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens."

"Wolf dens?" I repeated skeptically, knowing that werewolves do not, in fact, live in 'wolf dens'.

"Yeah, wolf dens." He confirmed then looked to Peter. "Where do you live?"

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods." I scoffed.

"Whoa, really?" Stiles mumbled in amazement.

"No, you idiot." Peter chuckled, "I have an apartment downtown."

"Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank." Stiles walked closer to us. "And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" I had to admit, there was definitely something sketchy about the bank.

"Maybe they think it's poetic." Peter suggested sarcastically.

"They've already had three full moons to be poetic." Stiles opposed.

"And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoy-" Peter stopped abruptly.

"No, go ahead, finish what you were saying." Stiles encouraged. "I'm an-I'm annoying. What were you gonna say there?"

"What are the walls made of?" Peter asked, quickly sitting up. I sat up too, looking between the boys. Stiles looked around at the walls confused as Peter and I stood. Peter walked to the table.

"What? Uh...I don't know, like, wood and brick or-"

"No, the vault, the vault, the walls, what are they made out of?" Peter asked flipping through the layout pictures of the vault as Stiles and I joined him. "Where would it say that? Doesn't say anything." He ran his hands across the page before turning to Stiles. "Where-where would it say the materials, the type of stone?"

"Oh..Oh, hang on." Stiles' arms flew by his head in realisation before he rummaged through his bag and pulling out a huge and we're talking huge pile of papers."Yeah, here, hang on. Here. It's gotta be in there." He said, handing the pile to Peter.

...

After ages looking through the papers, we finally found what it. "There!" I pointed. "That's it...Hecatolite." I murmured under my breath.

"Is that awful?" Stiles asked. "That sounds awful."

"Get them on the phone, call them." Peter said urgently. "Now." He snapped.

"Okay," Stiles searched through his pocket. "Why?"

"'Cause Boyd and that girl aren't gonna kill each other. They're gonna kill Derek and Scott." My breath caught in my throat and panic filled my chest.

"Hurry, Stiles." I mumbled desperately and he nodded quickly, pressing his screen a couple of times before pressing it once more for speakerphone. We all stood around the phone, nervously.

"Stiles, now is not the best time." Scott said and we could hear the faint rumble of a werewolf's growl in the background.

"Scott!" Stiles shouted, relieved he picked up. "Scott! No, listen to me, okay? Look, you gotta get outta there. Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called Hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight." He explained.

"What does that mean?" Scott asked, confused. We heard another growl.

"Scott," I began. "It keeps the moonlight out, okay? They wouldn't have felt the full moon in months."

"Okay, think of it like the gladiators in the Roman colosseum." Peter said, choosing to use a metaphor. "They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it."

"Scott, they're gonna be stronger..." Stiles trailed off.

"More savage, more bloodthirsty," Peter added. "Scott, they're the lions. They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the colosseum."

"Derek." We heard Scott say. "We've got a problem. A really big problem." More growls.

"Cora?" Derek said and I gasped in disbelief.

"Who?" Scott questioned.

"Cora?" He repeated. We heard the mumbling of a female voice, but we couldn't make out what she was saying.

"Scott?" Stiles asked, trying to get his attention after a few seconds of silence. "Hey, Scott! Scott!"

"No!" Scott yelled suddenly. "No! Wait!" All that could be heard next were vicious growls and roars.

"Scott!?" I yelled in panic. "Scott!"

"Scott, are you hearing this? Scott!" Stiles shouted.

A/N:

Stori ain't together buT THERE'S HOPE PEOplE