Beacon Hills Memorial
(One Year Prior)

3rd Person P.O.V- It had taken the Hale-McCall Pack four months to realize that the big baddie was a Trickster Spirit and that it's been in possession of their human.

Derek- Since the pack found out that there was a Trickster Spirit in town and having come to the realization it was possessing our human, a tad late might I add. Peter and I refused to let the boy out of our sight, more so now after all hell broke lose when Scott attempted to banish the Spirit without killing it's host. (Sighs Heavily)

Peter- Hearing my nephew, I turn away from the window. "This isn't, your fault."

Derek- (Huffs) "It is. As alpha, I should have known!"

Peter- (Growls Warningly) "Known what? That an ancient Trickster Spirit, chose to inhabit our human?" I pause, letting it sink in as he sulks back into the chair. "Derek, this was one of those unavoidable situations. We strive, on being prepared for anything that the supernatural world tends to throw at us. However, a Trickster Spirit?" (Shakes Head) "Trickster Spirits, thrive on the pain and suffering of the chosen victims." Pausing briefly once more, collecting myself. "No, one could see this coming."

Derek- Silently listening to Peter as he rambles on. (Sighs Tiredly) "I know..." Reaching up as I run my fingers through, my knotted hair. "Why, him?"

Peter- Walking over as I rest my hand between the younger wolf's shoulder blades. "I hate to admit it, but he was seen as our weak link."

Derek- (Growls) "Stiles, is not a weak link! If anything, he has made this pack stronger." Before anything else, can be said the door is pushed open.

Peter- (Smiles Softly) "Melissa."

Melissa- Walking into the overly sterilized room as I begin writing down the young teens vitals. "Am, I interrupting something?"

Derek- (Shakes Head) "Not at all." Gesturing to the teen. "How is he?"

Melissa- (Sighs Heavily and Frowns) "He's...he's stable."

Peter- (Frowns) "How much longer do we have?"

Melissa- (Shakes Head) "Not much longer. It's gonna be flagged, if I order anymore sedative. Whatever you plan to do, do it before it fully wears off." A cold pressure circles my wrist, startling me. (Gasps) "Jesus." I look from the hand, to the glazed brown orbs. (Mutters Softly) "Stiles?"

Stiles- (Smiles Tiredly) "It's me."

Melissa- Tears begin to fall. (Stutters) "You don't have a lot of time." Giving the boy a gentle pat on the hand, I turn and leave the room just as quickly as I had entered earlier.

Peter- (Narrows Eyes)

Derek- Sitting at the edge of the chair as I grasp Stiles unnaturally cold hand in mine. "Stiles..."

Peter- (Huffs) "Talk to him quickly, we don't have much time before the Trickster Spirit takes over again."

Stiles- Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. "I know you need to kill me. So, do it."

Derek- My eyes widen to the size of saucers. (Shakes Head) "I can't, not again." Giving the boys hand a gentle squeeze, I jump to my feet and quickly leave the room.

Peter- I wanted to knock my head off the nearest wall, however I have more decorum than to do such a thing. "Stiles..." The pain rolls off him in suffocating waves.

Scott- Having gotten a call from my mom, Kira and I map out our plan on the way to the hospital. Once there, we make our way to the room which isolates Stiles. "Sorry, I didn't mean to slam the door open." Both Peter and Stiles looked startled.

Kira- Walking over to Peter, I brush my hand against his in a comforting manner.

Scott- Kneeling at the side of the hospital bed, I take my best friends hand in my own. "Stiles, I'm so sorry."

Stiles- Turning from my brother, to look at Peter. "Do, it."

Peter- Hearing the words unspoken. (Growls) "Scott, bite him now!"

Scott- Turning to look at Peter with widened eyes. (Shakes Head) "He'll hate me."

Peter- (Raises Eyebrow) "It'll be hard for him to hate you if he is dead. Now, be an alpha and save him!"

Scott- Having my rank questioned, made me even more upset than I already was. Taking Stiles hand, I bring his wrist up to my mouth. (Mutters) "Please forgive me." Bearing my fangs, I dig them into the unnaturally pale flesh.

Kira- As Scott, dug his fangs into Stiles I stepped forward and slide the blade of my katana into his chest. (Cries)

(Two Months Later)

Melissa- Standing outside of the room Stiles is in, with both Derek and Peter. (Sighs Tiredly) "I can't keep him here for much longer. If he happens to be feral or wolfed out when he awakens, it's going to cause even more problems. We need to send him somewhere safe."

3rd Person P.O.V- Both Hales thought long and hard, but couldn't come up with a reasonable solution in twenty-four hours.

Peter- Derek and I return after a very long night, walking into the room that Stiles should have been in.

Derek- My eyes widen in horror, seeing the room spotless and the bed empty. "Where is he?"

Peter- The tone, Derek uttered was heartbreaking. (Frowns)

Melissa- I happen to be walking by and see the Hales. "Derek, Peter?"

Derek- Turning abruptly as I bear my teeth at the human. "Where is he?"

Peter- It wasn't like Derek to show, so much emotion. (Huffs) Wrapping my arms around him, I keep him away from the Dr.

Melissa- Backing away a bit. (Stutters) "I had him transferred, to Eichen House." Without saying a word, they bolted out the door. (Sighs Heavily) Reaching up to rub my temples. (Mutters) "What has my son, dragged us into?"