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Derek had picjed up the call, more than a little eager to talk to Stiles. He couldn't let him know that though, so he forced anger and distaste in his voice.
He talked with Stiles, loving the banter and the boy's voice over the phone. Suddenly Stiels just went quiet.
"Stiles?"He didn't get a response, so, naturally, he was hurt. "Whatever, don't call me again Stiles." It killed him.
He hung up.
Later that night, he tried to hear for Stiles, smell him. He couldn't. For mates, you could hear and smell them wherever they were. Derek couldn't hear Stiles' heart and couldn't smell his active scent.
His wolf went into a frenzy abd he took off, chasing Stiles' stale scent, a sense of foreboading swimming in hus stomach as he growled when he scented Stiles' in the woods.
He'd wring the boy out for this. For making him worry.
The smell of apples and water stopped as did Derek.
He stopped on the edge of the clearing, seeing his precious little mate on the ground, his phone lit up next to him.
Derek howled and chased Stiles' smell to the younger man.
He let out and aguished cry as he sunk to his knees, burning his hand against the woflsbane arrow and he thought he heard Stiles' voice scolding him as he cradled the boy in his arms, his head not flopping in the movies. Rigormortis.
"No, Goddess, no, don't take him from me, NO! I just found him, no, I love him,"He whimpered, his nose buried in Stiles neck, trying to smell him, trying to find a pulse. None.
Derek carried Stiles' body into the Beacon Hills Hospital, crying for someone to fix this, fix Stiles, fix his beautiful little mate.
He carried him in, bridal style, cradling the cold body against his chest in vain attmept to save the young man.
The hospital people (he couldn't even think of the word 'doctor) took Stiles and when they called the police, which includes sheriff Stilinski they asked what happened.
"Hunting accident,"
Stiles' last words were to Derek and they were in joke, but Derek saw the meaning behind it later. "Ah man, I love you guys. You know that? Even you Sourwolf,"
He'd left. Just like everyone else, and Derek nearly lost his mind He nearly lost gimself when he lost Stiles. But he had his and Stiles' pack to take care of him. Only Stiles would hear him as he whinpered and cried at night.