Volitient.

Definition: exercising the will; acting from choice... willing, or have the power of will.

A lot of my actions are from choice or power of will... I guess. I'm never really sure these days. At some point, Scott had told me I'd be a pretty good alpha. That was around the time we found out the Alphas were after me.

Which, made me nervous to say the least.

But I thought he was right. I could be a good leader when I had to be. Granted, Scott did most of that these days since I was forced to stay out of everything for "my own protection."

Where am I going with this?

Power of will. Yeah, sounds about right.

I am currently using all of my will power to not tear the alpha pack apart. Why, you may ask?

Because Derek is dead... I think. I didn't know anymore. Last time he was presumed dead, Peter stabbed him in the back (literally) with his claws and threw him across the school yard. Then he miraculously came back to life.

And I'm sitting in a bus, going to some cross-country meet that was not on my list of top priorities.

Not to mention, I was helping Scott with homework. Something else I didn't want to do.

I let out a loud sigh, rubbing a hand over my face. "I can't focus on this." I blurted, Stiles and Scott nodding. I looked over at Ethan, who sat by Danny, staring down at his phone. "He should be in a body bag."

"Well, he wasn't the one to kill Derek." Stiles rubbed my shoulder as I shook my head.

"Like it matters. The guy that turned me is dead because of him." Scott groaned, holding his side and I frowned. "Let me see it." I muttered, and he lifted his shirt, showing the gash in his side.

"Shouldn't it have healed?" Stiles asked, Scott and I shaking our heads.

"It's from an alpha. It'll take longer." Scott mumbled, lowering his shirt. My eyes caught the back of Isaac and Boyd's heads, and I sniffed the air quietly.

"So what do we do about the two ticking time bombs up front?" I asked, noticing am that Ethan was listening to our conversation. "You're a little bitch." I whispered, watching him clench his fist. I smirked, turning back to Scott, who was watching Boyd.

"Ethan won't do anything in front of all these people. I don't know much about Boyd." Scott sucked in a breath as I shook my head.

I paused, slowly turning to the back and looked out the window, my eyes widening.

"What the hell?!" I nudged Stiles, who jolted slightly.

"What?" I gestured for him to look out the back door, and his eyes widened as well.

There was a small Toyota, the two passengers of the car being Lydia and Allison.

"Why are they following us?" Stiles muttered as I scoffed quietly.

"Probably because of what happened. The Alphas nearly killing Scott and I and Derek getting killed." I shut my mouth quickly as Stiles' attention snapped to me.

"Wait. You never said anything about you being apart of the fight." Stiles quickly started patting my body, searching for any wound and i hissed in pain when he reached my shoulder.

Stiles glared at where he had just touched. "Take off your jacket." He ordered and I scoffed, shaking my head.

"I'm fine. It's just a scratch." I lied, and Scott finally caught onto the conversation, and frowned in confusion.

"I thought Deucalion bit you?" Scott whispered, completely oblivious to me trying to keep Stiles from freaking out.

"He WHAT?!" Everyone's heads turned to look at Stiles, who laughed awkwardly. "Nothing to see here. Go back to being quiet and less observant." Stiles frowned and everyone rolled their eyes, turning back.

"I'll be fine, Stiles. I'm not dead, I'm already a werewolf, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Oh I don't know, your body rejects getting bitten for a second time and you start coughing up blood? That's the worst that could happen!" Stiles scorned as I shrugged, trying to hide a pained facial expression at the movement.

"I was thinking Syphalis." I smiled sarcastically as Stiles glared at me, slapping me across the head. "Hey!"

Scott stood up quickly, holding his side as I looked up at him, then at Boyd, who was slowly standing up. "Oh boy." I whispered, pushing Scott down back into his seat.

"Hey!" He argued as I shut him up quickly.

"You're injured. Shut the hell up and I'll deal with this." I stumbled forward as the bus jolted, forcing Boyd back into his seat as his eyes glowed, glaring at me.

"You seriously going to attack Ethan on a bus full of people?" I asked as he huffed. Isaac was pressed against the window, clearly against the conflict.

"I don't care." Boyd growled as I rolled my eyes.

"C'mon Boyd, work with me here. I'm not in the mood to deal with the blood and the maiming and the murder." I waved my hand around to emphasize my point, but it didn't work very well.

"Let go." Boyd ordered, trying to stand up. But for a guy two times bigger than me, I was a hell of a lot stronger, even with a torn up shoulder. I winced in pain, a movement Isaac noticed.

"Hey, you're still injured." He pointed out, and I waved him off.

"That's not the point right now." I turned back to Boyd. "Now, either you tell me how you're gonna fight an Alpha when you couldn't even get up with my strength, or you're going to sit right here, with Isaac, and just think about how you'd beat Ethan up." I smiled sarcastically as Boyd glared at me.

"Just let Scott and I figure something out that doesn't have to do with someone being killed." I nodded, and Boyd seemed to relax slightly.

"Okay.." he muttered, and I patted his shoulder.

"I promise you, Boyd. We will get back at them for what happened in that bank." I stood up, quickly walking back to Scott and Stiles.

"Crisis averted?" Stiles asked, and I hummed in confirmation. "Great. 'Cause we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something. You know, like a message or a signal or something. I don't know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you both know that."

"Yeah. You seem to always know who is evil and good... it's kind of freaky." I raised my brows, recalling the times Stiles had told us someone was evil and he ended up being right. Which was only like.. two or three times so far.

"I don't like him sitting next to Danny." Scott pointed out, the three of us looking at Ethan and Danny. Although Danny seemed to be slightly uncomfortable now. Like he felt something was wrong.

"Yeah, neither do I. I'm going to see what he's waiting for." Stiles got up, brushing past me as my eyes widened.

"Where are you going?" I asked, and Stiles turned back around.

"I'm gonna go ask."

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So, long story short.

Stiles called Lydia. Lydia lied about going to a movie with Allison. Lydia put on speaker.

Scott's wound? Blood turned black. He's in worse shape than I am. I'm actually healing, he... is not.

Stiles tried talking to coach. Coach blew whistle several times.

Stiles talked to Jared. Jared threw up.

Bus? Pulled over. Coach? Angry.

Me? I really need a nap.

"Why can't we just call an ambulance?" Stiles asked as I let Scott rest on my side, slowly taking his pain. I'll be honest, it was taking a lot out on me. And that's why I really needed a nap.

"What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Allison asked as her perfume was suddenly clouded by worry.

"You know... it could be physiological." Lydia suggested as Stiles and Allison frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean? Like, phsycosomatic?" Stiles questioned, and I shook my head.

"No, like somatoformic." Lydia nodded, a small smile on her face that someone else actually understood her level of intelligence.

"Som... what?" Stiles frowned in confusion.

"A physical illness from a phsycogenic cause." Lydia said as Scott frowned.

"All in your head." I translated into an easier definition, and the three who didn't understand nodded in somewhat understanding.

"All in his head?" Stiles frowned before his face slowly softened. "Because of Derek... he's not letting himself heal because Derek died."

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"All right. Let's go over this one more time. So it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's, like, a dark druid of some kind." Stiles explained as we all sat in the back.

"Or it actually is a dark Druid." Lydia leaned back in her seat, and Stiles nodded.

"A darach." My head perked up quickly, and ai turned to Stiles.

"What?" I asked, and he frowned.

"A darach?" Stiles raised a brow as my eyes widened. "What?"

"I've heard that word before.. when was—" I fell silent as I tried remembering where I had heard the word, then my eyes widened. "It was when I met Ms Blake. You know how I went crazy for a bit when I thought my car was possessed?" I asked as Stiles nodded.

"What if I'm not crazy? But my car is like... actually possessed or something? I mean— it hasn't spoken since that night."

"Dean, what are you going on about?" Lydia asked as I huffed quietly.

"My car. It said Darach right before I hit Jennifer Blake."

I'm very excited because the next chapter will be Motel California :D my favorite TW episode. And it will also be going deeper into the phsycological impact everyone's death has given Dean, so stick around for that ;)