Chapter Nine

                                    

                                          
**A/N: So I know this story has at least 60 active readers. The rest of the readers (started off with 1k on the prologue then it dwindled down) have probably put my story in their reading list until it's completed (most people do)  all I ask is could some of you please read Reaper's Kiss. I think you'll really like it. I'm trying my best on both of these. And expect an update at least every Friday or early Saturday!**
                          
"Deaton save him now!" I yelled, entering the animal clinic with the machete pointed towards him. He looked at me in surprise at first before smiling. 
                          
"Stiles, you wouldn't use that." He said calmly. 
                          
"I don't want to, but I will if I have to. You have to save Derek." I told him. Scott came in with Derek leaning on his shoulder, looking even more pale and sick than before. 
                          
"He got shot with Wolfsbane." Deaton said, analyzing the wound as soon as he saw it. 
                          
"So you can help?" I asked. 
                          
"No, I can't do anything." Deaton answered. 
                          
"Stop fucking with me!" I yelled, walking closer to the desk, the machete extended so that the edge was grazing his chin. 
                          
"Stiles what are you doing?!" Scott asked. "Put that thing down!"
                          
"You're going to save Derek!" I yelled at Deaton. "He's going to save him Scott! He has to." I said, my voice cracking at the end. My eyes were stinging from the tears forming, my hand trembling slightly from uncertainty. 
                          
"Stiles this isn't you." Scott yelled. 
                          
"Scott it's alright. A werewolf will do anything for the one he loves, for his mate. Just as his mate would do anything for him." Deaton said, calmly. I felt my hand loosen on the blade's handle. 
                          
"His what?" Scott asked. I turned and looked at him, Derek's eyes catching mines. 
                          
"My mate." Derek said, his breath hitching some. He was breathing heavily, sweat pouring down his face. 
                          
"Derek stop talking and save your energy!" I yelled. 
                          
"You're dating my best friend!" Scott yelled. 
                          
"Now's not the time Scott." I hissed. 
                          
"Well when is?"
                          
"When Derek's not dying!" I yelled, stabbing the desk with the machete. 
                          
"Deaton can't help me. It's okay, I know what to do." Derek said. I looked at him in disbelief and so did everyone else. 
                          
"So what's going on?" I asked. 
                          
"We need that bullet. The bullet that shot me." Derek said, his voice wavering. Deaton was already pass me in no time, catching Derek before he fainted. I was barely able to stand as they carried his body to the examining table behind the desk in the other room. 
                          
I walked in as they laid him down, leaning against the wall for support. Scott turned to me, looking at me, questions embedded into his eyes, concern etched on his face. I nodded and turned to go to the car, his heavy footsteps behind me. 
                          
"You should stay here." He said, grabbing my arm which I immediately yanked away. He didn't attempt to hold me back again so instead choose to follow me out. He stayed close as we walked out to my car, hopping into the passenger seat as I got into the driver's. 
                          
"What's going on?" He asked me. 
                          
"I'm taking you to Allison's." I said. 
                          
"Why? Shouldn't we be caring for Derek?" He questioned as I started the car, backing up haphazardly before taking off.