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Derek POV
I saw Stiles lying there, so lifeless so cold and most of all fragile,
He was always fragile, why didn’t he take the bite? Why did the Alpha pack hurt him?
I hated to see him like this, I wanted to help him, but I didn’t know how to.
He didn’t want the bite.
He wanted to be human.
I smiled a human in the pack, he was also part of my pack, and he always was, even without Scott, without anyone he was my whole world, everything I wanted from life was to make him happy, I couldn’t even do that!
He was mine, my mate.
I sat down in the chair next to him; I’d look after him always. I could tell he was moaning.
“Derek?” he mumbled.
“Stiles!” I said, “Are you okay?”
“I’m always okay.” He said, “Thanks for being here.”
“Of course.” I said, “Where else would I be?”
He smiled, he was my home, I’d tell him one day.