Will ended up telling his family, Stiles, Isaac, and Scott what had happened to him starting all the way back to his first nightmare of the Dread Doctors.

Stiles and Scott couldn't look him in the eyes the whole time he spoke. Will could smell the guilt off of them. It was a nauseating smell. He was tempted to tell the boys what happened to him wasn't their fault just so the smell would go away. But then he'd be lying. In Wills mind, it was Scott and Stiles' fault. It was the whole packs fault. Part of it was at least.

Along with his death, Will also told them about his resurrection. How Theo had Lydia and woke up a handful of chimeras. "She's catatonic. It was Theo digging his way through her mind." Will explained. He rubbed the back of his neck, his whole body still hurting from his days of being... well, dead.

"Why would he do that? What is he looking for?" Sabrina asked. She shook her head, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. She didn't understand why this boy could harm so many people that were trying to help him.

"The same thing he's always looking for." Scott answered, making the whole room turn to him. "An advantage." He explained. Scott turned to Stephanie, hoping she'd back him up but she rolled her eyes and looked away from him.

Isaac looked back and forth between the two before he nervously cleared his throat and pushed his hands into his front pockets. "So what did he gain by trying to kill the Sheriff?" He asked, not wanting to look at Stiles.

"It left me alone with Liam. Theo wanted to make sure no one would be there to stop him from killing me." Scott said and Stephanie swallowed to ease her dry throat. She bit her lip and crossed her arms over her chest. She hated that she was this mad at him after he almost died.

"We need to find him." Stephanie announced, her voice low and a little emotionless. Scott whipped his head to look at her, his eyes wide as if Stephanie had just said the craziest thing. "Isn't that a little dangerous? Especially since he almost killed me?" He asked and almost instantly Sabrina let out an angry scoff. "Oh, I'm gonna be a little dangerous after what he did to my kid."

"But he said he didn't want my dad to die." Stiles said, shaking his head at Scott. Isaac raised his eyebrows, turning to Stiles. "And you believe him?" Isaac asked, shocked by Stiles' words. Stiles turned to Isaac and nodded his head crazily. "He told me where to find him. So, maybe he also knows how to save him."

This time, Stephanie was the one to let out an angry scoff, copying her mother. "What do you want to do? Talk to him?" She asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. Stiles looked down at Stephanie beside him and Stephanie dropped her sarcastic demeanor when she remembered what Stiles was dealing with. "If it saves my dad, then yeah." Stiles breathed out.

Will watched Stiles with a clenched jaw. He just came back and so many people are in danger. He bit the inside of his cheek, part of him telling him not to speak up but the other pushed him to speak, worried for the Sheriff.

After a battle in his head between fear and courage, Will licked his lips and looked up to Stephanie and Stiles. "I'll do it."

Every pair of eyes turned to Will at his words. Will looked around at all the eyes on him and shrugged, hoping to convince them all. "He brought me back to life because he wanted me to be in his pack. Maybe that gives us an advantage. I'm the only one that disobeyed. I could act like I had a late reaction or something and ask him about it." Will suggested eagerly, noticing everyone's uncertainty.

"Will, you can't go alone." Sabrina whispered to her son, resting a hand on Will's shoulder. Stephanie shook her head, not liking the idea of Will doing something alone after just coming back. "Do you even know how to find him?" Stephanie asked. Will's eyes brightened, nodding his head eagerly. "We don't have to find him. He'll come to me."

...

Shockingly, after a long time of convincing them, Will got everyone on to his plan to talk with Theo. Stephanie, Scott, Stiles, and Isaac didn't like the idea of Will being alone with Theo so they all crammed upstairs in Wills room while Will waited outside on the curb of his home. They wanted to make sure the four of them were as far away from Will as they could be without Theo sensing them but still be close enough to help Will if he needed any.

Wills foot tapped anxiously against the concrete as footsteps came closer and closer to him. He knew it was Theo without even turning his head. He could smell him.

"Went crawling back to the pack that didn't save you?" Theo asked, moving to stand right in front of Will. His head blocked the sun from Will's eyes so when Will lifted his head, it almost looked like a halo sat above Theo's head. It was pretty ironic.

"They been talking to each other about what happened to me instead of just talking to me." Will lied straight to Theo's face, clasping his hands together and bringing them to his mouth. God he hoped Theo would think Will's heart was pounding because he was still in shock from being dead and coming to life again.

Will looked back down to his hands that were pulling his fingers. He shook his head and swallowed a lump in his throat. "Why'd you bring me back?" Will asked. He turned to look back up to Theo and was met with a small, almost amused smirk from the boy. "There were so many other kids to choose from. Why me?"

Theo shrugged as if the answer was obvious. "Got anger you could use." He said, moving to sit beside Will. Will tensed as Theo sat beside him. Theo looked to Will for a second and chuckled at the boys nervousness.

Something about Theo finding Wills fear funny struck a nerve. He bit the inside of his cheek as hard as he could to control his saber until he felt blood. He was definitely gonna have to get used to ask this supernatural shit soon. Will turned to face Theo, mo longer hitting his inner cheek but instead clenching his jaw.

"Are you going to let the Sheriff die?" Will muttered, his voice low to hold back his anger. Theo scoffed in amusement at Wills question, He shook his head and gave him an annoyed look. "If I wanted him to die I wouldn't have told your boyfriend where to find him." Theo snapped, his tone sounding as if he was expecting a thank you from Will.

Will took a step of anger towards Theo. "Then why are they saying his body is shutting down? That some toxin's poisoning him and they don't know how to stop it." Will yelled, his voice louder than most, his anger heightened with his new abilities.

But that was it.

It was barely noticeable, but Will heard it. Will heard Their heart rate jump.

But Theo quickly shook off his surprise, hiding it with a small chuckle. "I'm not the bad guy, Will." Theo breathed out, rubbing his hands against his thighs before pushing himself up to stand. Will rolled his eyes, raising his eyebrows in annoyance. "What? You're my alpha?" Will snapped. Theo rose his hands in defense and shook his head. "I'm just a realist. I'm a survivor. If you knew the things that I know..."

"Yeah, but what do you know?" Will asked, taking another daring step closer to Theo, the two of them not chest to chest. God, Will was grateful that he was taller than Theo. Will felt a twinge of cockiness spread with his annoyance and anger towards Theo as he watched him squirm under his glares.

Will noticed Theo take a shaky breath before he finally took a step back, making distance between himself and Will. "I know what's coming. I know what the Dread Doctors created. And I know what Parrish is."

The cocky feeling Will was once feeling seeped away instantly. He took a shocked step back and it seemed like the cockiness that was once in Will transferred to Theo, who slowly started to smirk, "Lydia figured it out. I saw it in her memories."

"Right after you drove her out of her mind!" Will snapped, his voice close to a yell, but holding it back so he didn't draw any neighbors attention. His worry for disturbing his neighbors left as soon as he watched the shit eating grin grow on Theo's "Collateral damage." Theo muttered, a small chuckle escaping his lips with the words. A low growl Will didn't have time to register murmured through his throat before he pushed Theo's shoulders back, knocking him to the ground.

Theo's feet tripped back against the curb behind him. He fell to the ground, his head bouncing off the pavement before falling back and hitting it again. He groaned as Will entered a blind rage. Will ran towards Theo, climbing on top of him. He could faintly hear the sound of his front door opening and footsteps running towards him and Theo, but the sounds of his own breathing blocked it out.

"Hey! Will!"

Will couldn't process the voice screaming to him as he grabbed a handful of Theo's short to sit him up. Wills jaw was clenched so tight, he was sure he would shattered his teeth. His eyes glowed a bright amber and he was able to see them through the reflection of Theo's eyes. "You said it yourself, my anger will be all crazy now that I can't control it." Will taunted, his voice raspy through his growing fangs and growl.

Theo's eyes were wide as they bounced back and forth between both of Will's. Will chuckled at this, it sounded almost evil to Theo. "You know, now that I'm a werewolf, I can hear your heartbeat. I heard it jump when I said Stilinski was poisoned." Will whispered. He watched as Theo's jaw slacked and his heart started to pick up again.

"You didn't think Stilinski would still be dying, did you?" Will asked, his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip of Theo's shirt. His head tilted slightly as he squinted at Theo. Suddenly, his grip on Theo loosened just barely as he realized what Theo had done. "It was another chimera, wasn't it?" He asked, his voice quieter as the realization slowly started to hit him.

Instead of answering, Theo pushed Will's shoulders back, ripping himself free from Will grasp. Pieces of Theo's shirt was missing from his chest, the fabric still strangled in Wills grasp.

Theo shot off the ground as fast as he could and started to run. Will was ready to chase after him, but stopped when two arms wrapped around him, holding him back from running.

"He's not worth it, man." Isaac whispered, keeping a tight grip around Will not just to keep him from chasing Theo, but to also calm him down. Will heaved, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath as if it would help him get more air into his lungs.

Isaac's eyes flickered from Will to Stephanie and Stiles standing on the sidewalk a couple feet away from them.

Stephanie watched her brother with teary eyes and a fallen jaw. She couldn't believe someone she could never seen willingly hurt a fly get so angry. Beside her, Stiles watched Will with the same teary eyed expression, but he held his jaw from falling by biting his lip. He stood frozen, guilt clawing at his insides. This new side of Will, the angrier side was a weight on Stiles' shoulders, a constant reminder of the phone calls he had ignored.

It was obvious what the Dread Doctors and Theo did to him took a toll on Will. Stiles could see it the moment he walked into the hospital and saw him. With every flicker of rage in his eyes, Stiles felt the guilt of responsibility tighten around his heart. This was his doing. If he had just answered Wills calls and saved him from the Dread Doctors, he wouldn't have to go through this.

Stiles couldn't bear to look at Will any longer, the guilt and pain in his heart reaching a breaking point. His raced with the images his mind made of what had happened to Will after Stephanie told him the excruciating details.

With a heavy sigh, he spun around, escaping the guilt before him. He made a beeline for his Jeep, each step away from Will feeling like both a relief and a betrayal. He shouldn't be walking away. He should be the one wrapping his arms around Will, comforting him, helping him through this horrible moment.

The distance between them grew, not just in meters, but in the emotional chasm that the fatal night had created.

"Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?" Scott yelled as he followed Stiles, coming out of the house once he was sure Theo was gone.

"All we know that it's another Chimera." Isaac said, he, Scott, Stephanie and Will walking up to Stiles's Jeep parked in Will's driveway. Stiles ignored them, climbing into the car without even giving the four a glance.

"Do you even know where you're headed?" Stephanie asked x She was met with the sound of the Jeeps engine starting. Stiles rolled down his window and brought his head near the opening. His eyes finally raised the look up and they immediately locked with Wills. "Will, get in!"

Without a word, Will walked towards the passenger seat. As he climbed in, Scott walked towards Stiles's still open window. "Come on. Let me help. I can find the clues that you can't." Scott whispered.

Stiles pressed his lips together, looking away from Scott. "Will can do it. He's a chimera." Stiles answered, turning away from Scott and moving his hand to the gear shift.

As the car started to roll out of the driveway, Scott jumped in front of the car. Stephanie yelped at Scott's stupid but efficient plan to get Stopes to stop the car. Her hand went to her chest to calm down her now pounding heart as Stiles watched Scott through the windshield as if he were crazy.

"You need me." Scott breathed out. He turned to look back at Stephanie and Isaac standing on the edge of the driveway a couple feet beside him before he turned back to Stiles. "You need all of us. I can get more help. I can text Liam."

"Liam just tried to kill you." Stiles snapped, finally meeting the boys eyes. Wills own eyes widened at those words. Figuring now was not the best time to ask questions, he instead kept his mouth shut, his mind reeling about what happened between the pack while he was dead.

"Okay, then at least let us three help." Scott suggested, his hand closest to Stephanie and Isaac gestured to them.

Stiles's face slowly started to fall and his eyes started to gloss over. "You believed him?" Stiles asked, raising his head a little, but struggling to meet Scott's eyes. Will, keeping his eyes on his lap, furrowed his eyebrows at what Stiles was talking about. He didn't want to seem like he was eavesdropping, but he was confused; left out of the loop.

"You trusted him, too. Theo got to all of us." Scott said, trying to excuse himself, but Stiles immediately shook his head. "You know, you don't even know the real story." Stiles said, his voice breaking as he finished his sentence, making Will cave and slowly turned his head to Stiles.

Stiles's eyes jumped from Scott's to Stephanie's. Stephanie knew the whole story. Stephanie believed him immediately. Stiles needed Will to know the full story. He needed Will to believe him, to know why he hung up on him. He couldn't let Will think it was because he didn't care for him.

His eyes shakily moved to Will's. The moment their eyes locked, Will's heart skipped, anxiety and anticipation mingling within him. The air was thick and the only thing Will could hear was Stiles's shaky breath and speedy heartbeat, making Wills heart tie into a knot.

From outside of the car, Stephanies mouth fell, finally understanding why Stiles wanted to be alone with Will. As of right now, Will thinks Stiles purposely hung up on him and let him die. Will didn't know about Donovan. He didn't know the other pieces of guilt piled onto Stiles's shoulders.

She seemed to be the only one to catch on to this because Scott continued his pushing. "I don't need to. All that matters right now is your dad." Scott said. Stephanie turned to Scott, gently reaching out to grab his arm and pull him back. "Scott..." She muttered as her fingers grazed his elbow. Scott yanked his arm away from Stephanie's hold, his full attention on Stiles. "Come on, Stiles. We survived an Alpha pack, a Dark Druid, professional assassins. We can survive Dread Doctors and Chimeras, too."

"Scott!" Stephanie yelled, grabbing Scott's shoulder and turning him away from Stiles. Scott's eyes were wide at Stephanie tug, his face screaming a "What are you doing?" expression.

"Let them go." Stephanie said slowly. She watched as Scott's face fell, his brows knitting together. "What?" He asked and Stephanie pressed her lips into a line. She turned her head back to the Jeep and locked eyes with Stiles. The boy had a desperate look in his eyes. He knew Stephanie understood why he wanted to be alone with Will. He gave her a small, barely noticeable nod of gratitude that Stephanie returned before she turned back to Scott.

Her lips turned downwards. "Let Stiles talk to Will. Let him explain everything to him." Stephanie explained. Will, overhearing Stephanie from the car, felt a sinking feeling grow in his chest.

Scott finally realized while Stiles was so persistent on going just him and Will. Without turning to Stiles and Will in the Jeep, Scott took a small step to stand in the grass beside Isaac and Stephanie, finally giving Stiles an empty driveway to go through.

Stiles gave the three a struggled but grateful smile. His chest shook as he attempted to calm his nerves at the conversation about to come. His eyes flickered to Will and they softened when he noticed the boys eyes on the palms of his hands, both of them having four crescent shape cuts splattered across them from his claws.

Stiles sighed, holding the steering wheel tighter as he turned to the road and started to drive.

It was quiet between the two boys in the car, Will not knowing what to say and Stiles too scared to say what he wanted. Will looked back and forth between Stiles and the road in front of him. He bit his lip between his teeth before giving up on the idea of Stiles explain everything to him.

"We're not looking for a missing Chimera. We're looking for a missing teenager." Will said, his voice breaking the silence that was the cause of Stiles's struggled breathing. It seemed that just with Will speaking, the air cleared. His shoulders relaxed as he turned to Will, letting out a small breath. "There was a call a few hours ago about a sophomore from Beacon High who never came home last night."

Will nodded, the small sinking feeling in his stomach growing. "Let's head there then." He managed to saying, trying his absolute hardest to not have his voice crack. He couldn't meet Stiles's eyes, the night of his death plaguing his mind no matter how hard he tried to think of something else.

Stiles turned to Will, his eyes glassy from the tears ready to spill. Stiles was screaming at Will in his mind to look at him instead of his lap. He was begging. Stiles bit his bottom lip to hold it back from quivering when Will still wouldn't meet his eyes. Every fiber in his body was telling him—screaming at him to pull over and just talk to Will. To tell him what happened the night Will died. To tell him why he hung up on him.

But Stiles also knew something was killing his father and as much as he wanted to talk to Will, to explain himself, he couldn't. Instead, Stiles muttered a small "Okay" as he turned back to the road and drove to the school, his eyes never falling to Will for the rest of the car ride.

...

Stiles parked in the school parking lot silently. Wills foot tapped aggressively against the floor of the Jeep, waiting for the car to come to complete stopped so he could get out of the car. The silence, the stench of guilt radiating off of Stiles, plus his own anxiety was enough for him to have to hold back jumping out of the Jeep and just walking the rest of the way to the school, meeting Stiles there.

As soon as the Jeep came to a stop, Will was already unbuckled and he practically tumbled out of the car. He took a deep breath as the cold outside air filled his lungs, he placed his hand to his chest to control his breathing and emotions. Once he was semi-comfortable, Will turned to face the doors of the school.

His eyes landed on Stiles who was waiting for him on the sidewalk. His eyebrows were turned downward as a frown took over his face. Will pressed his lips into a line and gulped. Without a word, he pushed his fists into his front jean pockets and walked towards the doors of the school, passing Stiles and leaving him on the sidewalk.

Will knew what chimera to look for. He remembered seeing Noah Patrick in his night terrors with the Dread Doctors. Will recognized him from around school. Their lockers are two doors away from each other.

Will hugged as he stared in front of Noah's locker. He could hear Stiles come up behind him and groan when he noticed that Noah's locker was locked. "Great. So how are we gonna op—" Will cut Stiles off by grabbing the door of Noah's locker and ripping it completely off the wall.

Stiles's eyes almost fell out of his head, looking back and forth between the doorless locker, Will, and the locker door in Wills hands. "Woah." He muttered.

Will slowly turned his head to look at Stiles. In his mind, Will thought his own expression looked pretty shocked. But to Stiles, it looked like Will was glaring at him. Stiles quickly shook his head apologetically, no longer meeting Wills gaze. "Sorry. This is new for me."

Will sighed. "Yeah... me too." He whispered as he looked down and the locker door in his hands before he let it go. The metal clashing against the linoleum of the floor. Will flinched at the noise. His hands going to his ears to cover the loud noise that was only enhanced in his ears.

Stiles straightened up at Wills wince, his eyes wide as he watched the boy carefully. He wanted to reach out to Will, place a hand on his shoulder or his back, but he stopped himself. He cursed to himself for not helping Will, but he didn't know if it would make it better or worse.

It took Will a couple seconds to compose himself, his hands still cupped over his ears as he took deep breaths to control himself. Slowly, he removed his hands from his ears. He raised his head and locked eyes with Stiles, his chest still heavily moved up and down, trying to catch his breath.

Wills heart sank at the pity held in Stiles's eyes. The looks that Stiles cast his way only made Will feel more alone, isolated. With each pitying glance, Will felt his heart harden a little more, the distance between them growing painful. Tears welled up, blurring his vision, but pride or perhaps fear kept him from meeting Stiles' eyes, he looked away as fast as he could and clenched his jaw.

To get his mind off of Stiles's eyes he could still feel on him, Will walked towards the locker and grabbed the chimeras hoodie and turned back around to Stiles, holding up the piece of clothing. "Now we can catch his scent."

Stiles watched Will with wavering eyes, his eyebrows furrowing just a smidge. "Do you know how to do that?" He asked, not wanting to make Will feel bad, but he had just turned into a chimera, there's no way he already can control these new senses.

Will cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on the hoodie. "No." He answered honestly. He raised his head and locked eyes with Stiles, the boys eyes still filled with the same guilt and pity. Will held back visibly frowning and instead pressed his lips into a line. "But it can't be that hard, right?"

...

The only words Stiles and Will spoke to each other after leaving the school was the directions Will told Stiles to find Noah Patrick.

They ended up in the Argent Tunnels and every step Will took further and further into the dark tunnels, he felt a sense of deja vu. His heart pounded in his head and he started to grow anxious, terrified even.

When Noah's scent became stronger, Wills steps stopped. He looked down and swallowed the lump in his throat and a bloody piece of a ripped flannel. He bent down, making Stiles stop walking beside him. Wills hand shook as he grabbed the piece of fabric.

"This is Noah's. He was here." Will whispered, his thumb rubbing over the piece of fabric with no blood on it. He but his lip, the panic he was feeling only growing more. "I think he's close." Will said and Stiles nodded. He started walking further into the tunnels but Will felt frozen, the realization of why the tunnels felt so familiar finally hitting him.

Stiles stopped walking once he realized Will wasn't walking with him. He turned around to face him and his heart sank at the of raw, unfiltered terror on Will's face.

Stiles felt a surge of worry so intense it bordered on panic. He took quick but cautious steps towards Will. The response was immediate. Will recoiled, taking a startled step back, his body tensing in fear, a small gasp leaving his lips.

Stiles instantly stopped in his tracks. The air tensed between them. In that moment, Stiles' heart sank deeper than he thought possible, a sobering realization washing over him about the profound toll this trauma was taking on Will. He meld his hands out a as if to say he wasn't going to harm Will as he slowly spoke. "What is it?"

As the initial wave of terror began to subside, Will realizing that it was only Stiles approaching him. The guilt started to seep in, a new weight to join the already heavy fear he carried as he worked to slow his racing heart. He didn't want Stiles to misinterpret his reaction, to think that it was Stiles himself who had caused this fear.

Will took a deep breath and swallowed the ease his dry throat. He locked ease with Stiles and opened his mouth, it took a second for words to come out, his body still reacting to the fear racing through it.

"This is were they took me." Will whispered, his voice breaking to hold back a cry. Standing in the heart of the place where his trauma unfolded, Will felt a cold wave of terror crash over him, the haunting memories of that night gripping him with a fear so palpable it threatened to swallow him whole.

Stiles felt a surge of protectiveness and anxiety. Will looked down to the tunnels, part of him terrified the Dead Doctors would be at the end of them before he turned back to Stiles. "Maybe, it means we're closer than we think. Maybe there's something else down here. Something that we haven't found yet."

Without thinking, Stiles scoffed, throwing his hands in the air in annoyance. "Yeah, nothing that helps my dad." Stiles snapped, raising his voice just enough to make Will take a step back.

Stiles dropped his head and sighed as soon as the words left his mouth. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Look Will, I'm sorr—" Stiles's words were cut off by the chimera, Noah coming out from around the corner Stiles stood at. Noah pushed Stiles into the wall, his head banging against one of the metal pipes.

As he collapsed to the door, Will didn't care about Stiles hanging up on him, or their new tension, or Stiles snapping at him. All he felt was anger towards Noah for hurting Stiles. Will didn't waste a second running at Noah and pinning him to the wall across from Stiles.

Just like when he held down Theo, Will grasped Noah's shirt until his knuckles turned white and his claws made holes through his shirt.

Immediate tears started to run down Noah's face as he shook his head crazily. "Let me go, please, please. They're coming." He cried.

Wills grasp on the boy loosened almost instantly. His eyes widened at he stared at the boy, attempting to hear his heartbeat for any lies, but since Noah was already crying just from Will, he couldn't tell what was a lie and pure fear. Stiles noticed Wills grip falter and immediately took over, squeezing into the space between Will and Noah to hold the boy down.

"What did you do to my dad?" Stiles asked, angrily pushing Noah into the wall as Will took a step back, now completely on edge as his head whipped around in all directions, trying to spot the Dread Doctors. The boy continued to shake his head frantically. "I don't remember. I don't remember anything when it happens. Not when I change." The boy cried.

Stiles's lips curled in anger, he tilted his head threateningly. "You clawed my dad half to death, okay, and now it's poisoning him. You're gonna start remembering every detail right now."

It was then when Will heard it. The clicking. A chill went down Wills spine as he continued to look down the tunnel hallways, trying to spot the three doctors. "Stiles, I hear them." Will muttered, his words almost coming out as a whimper as his heart started to race.

Noah looked at Will and finally started to recognize the boy from their time tormented by the Dread Doctors. His eyes widened as he kept his gaze locked on Will's. "We're not gonna be able to stop them. But we can slow them down." Noah said.

Stiles looked back at Will, noticing the nervous look on his face slowly becoming determined. His gaze around Noah weakened, giving the boy the perfect opportunity to push his way out of Stiles's grasp without hurting him.

Once Noah was beside Will, Will pushed Stiles protectively back behind him and Noah. "Stiles, run!" Will yelled, giving Stiles the perfect chance to bolt and save himself. His heart clenched as the words left his mouth, not wanting to lose Stiles so soon again. They never got to talk.

But Will knew that if Stiles was there while he and Noah were fighting the Dread Doctors, all of his focus would be on Stiles and his safety. Any logical bone in his body that would tell him to protect himself would be gone.

But Stiles was paralyzed, panic seizing his very soul at Will's words. "No! I'm not losing you again!" H shouted back, his voice breaking in desperation. The thought of separation, of losing Will again was unthinkable, unbearable. His heart hammered against his chest as Will stared at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth as he tried to control his breathing.

Will looked in the direction the Dread Doctors were coming from before he turned back to Stiles. Out of habit, Wills hand clasped with Stiles's, their finger intertwining. Will pulled Stiles closer to him, their faces inches apart. Both boys sucked in a breath at the close proximity, something they haven't had in far too long.

Stiles unapologetically looked down to Will's lips for a sliver of a second before looking back to Will's eyes.

"Then we need to go right now." Will said, his eyes wide in determination. Noah was the first to start running, hitting Will's arm to signal him to follow too. Will immediately ran with Noah, pulling Stiles after him.

Will blindly followed Noah, trusting that he knew the tunnels. They continued running until they were met with a metal gate blocking their exit. Will took a deep breath and his claws slowly started to grow from his fingernails. He took a step, ready to rip off the door of the gate like he had done with Noah's locker.

It seemed that Noah had the same idea as Will. He turned around to face Will and Stiles, a nervous look on his face. "Step back. I think I can break through it. It's just most of the time, I lose control."

Without saying a word, the two boys stepped back, Will subconsciously stepping in front to Stiles. They watched as the skin on Noah's face started to sink. He screamed in pain as bones grew out of his skin from the space of his knuckles like a Berserker.

As Noah grabbed the gate, Will noticed that one of the bones was broken and shorter than the others. "Stiles." Will whispered x Stiles turned to Will, drawing his eyes away from the painful sight of Noah attempting to pull off the door.

"Look at the bone." Will whispered, not wanting to drag any attention to himself and Stiles since Noah is out of his own control. Stiles turned to where Will pointed and his eyes widened. "It's broken." Stiles muttered just as Noah ripped the gate off the wall. Stiles turned back to Will. "My dad."

Will slowly nodded, wordlessly telling the boy they were in the same page. A loud clash from Noah throwing the gate out of the way, made the two of them turn back to the boy who was slowly turning back to normal.

Noah was out of breath, his hands on his knees as the bones started to seep back into his skin. He looked back at Will and Stiles and nodded. "Let's go."

...

On the way to the hospital, Will called his mom and told her to see if the Sheriff had any bones in  his body—that weren't his own, of course. When they got to the hospital, Stilinksi was already out of surgery and was knocked out in his own hospital room.

Will wanted nothing more than to sit with Stiles as he waited for his father to wake up, but the small conscience on his shoulder held him back. The two had barely spoken three sentences to each other. Every conversation they've had since Wills resurrection seemed to fail.

So Will didn't sit with Stiles in the Sheriffs hospital room. Instead, he waited in the waiting room with Stephanie and Scott.

After apologizing for minutes on end about how he, Liam and Kira were fighting another chimera trying to kill Mason, Will forgave him. He had missed countless of the packs phone calls in the past, he couldn't see himself blaming them for long for doing the same thing.

Scott left to get his mom food after an hour of waiting, leaving just Will and Stephanie. Will was completely drained despite being knocked out for days. He rested his head on Stephanie's shoulder restlessly. "Where's Isaac?" He asked quietly, not wanting to disturb any of the other families waiting in the room.

He could feel Stephanie look down at him before she turned back forward. "He's on his way with Malia and Liam." She said and Will nodded, his temple rubbing against his sisters sweater.

"Will." A voice breathed out.

It was almost as if Stephanie and Will had summoned them because when Will lifted his head in the direction he heard the voice, his eyes fell on Liam, Malia, and Isaac.

Malia, who had called out Will's name, looked as if she was seeing a ghost which was reasonable considering Will was dead. She started to tear up as Liam stood wide eyed beside her.

Liam was the first to do anything. He ran towards him, immediately engulfing him in a hug. When Liam's arms wrapped around Will, the boy was surprised. A groaned laugh passed his lips at the impact, but he hugged back nonetheless. "Hey, man." He breathed out, patting Liam's back.

Liam didn't say anything, too in shock at seeing Will and Hayden both alive and well. He was just grateful that Will was okay. Liam squeezed Will tighter in their hug before he pulled away and side stepped to let Malia greet him.

Will looked at Malia and frowned at the tears starting to stream down her face. She took slow steps towards Will, part of her terrified to touch him incase she hurt him or he disappeared. When she was able to wrap her arms around him, tears only started to fall more. Will sighed, resting his chin on top of her head.

He could feel his collarbone grow wet with her tears, but he didn't bring it up, knowing it would only embarrass her. After a couple seconds of silence, she slowly pulled away and looked up at Will, her eyes bouncing back and forth between his own. "You're okay?" She asked shakily. Will gently nodded, giving her a reassuring smile and a quiet "I'm okay."

It seemed like a weight was lifted off her shoulders at his words. She let out a breath of relief, a small laugh passing through with it knowing Will was alive and well before she pulled him back into another hug.

—this wiles angst is gonna be ROUGH
i apologize in advance😔

GUYS IM KINDA LOVING EVIL/ANGRY WILLLLLL

long chapter BUT IT WAS NEEDED‼️

malia being so emotional about will because she couldn't lose another family member💔💔💔