So awesome! Bit of a cliffy though!

ok worst place ever to leave the fic ... please update:) I know it’s been a few years but honestly this is such a good story and I’m sure everyone would be ecstatic to read more

Noooo! You can’t leave it there! No! No! No! No!

It had a really interesting start. z

Well thats a hell of a cliff hanger.

such a cliff hanger! more please

Please continue! I absolutely love this doc and need to see how it goes! Please please please...

Oh my God this is such a good story but why is it discontinued :( I really hope you update this bcuz I seriously want to see how all turns out

Need a new chapter !

Really love this story! Hope that you update soon :)

Once again an epic chapter to the story line. I can't wait for the next one to come!

This is one of the best story's I've ever read on FF, love it! Can't wait for the next chapter!

Cant wait to read what happens next

Here's the second/final part of the rest of the review of chapter twenty-three:

“Parrish cocked a brow but didn’t press. Instead, he cast his eyes around them carefully, alert for even the smallest detail out of place. Stiles let them both in with his keys and they made it all the way up to the attic without so much as a speck of dust behaving suspiciously.

“It’s up here, buried under a bunch of other shit.” Stiles called breathlessly over his shoulder as he elbowed his way deeper into the attic. “I try to keep as much of this stuff out of sight as I can unless I need it, you know? That way, if the douchenozzle of the week comes looking for whatever they think I’ve got, even if I actually do have it, they won’t be able to find it. Smart, huh?””

Yes, well, but couldn’t the bad guys just ransack the entire place in order to find what they were after?! Just saying, it’s not a bad idea though, just maybe a bit time-consuming one, laughs!

“Laughing and waving away a swirling mote of dust near his face, Parrish squinted after Stiles into the dim light. “Doesn’t that make it harder to find in an emergency?”

A crash of boxes and other debris falling down sounded from the other side of the room. “Maybe.”
Jordan sighed and headed in Stiles’ direction, careful not to nudge anything else loose. “Can I help?”

“Have you recently gained the power of x-ray vision and forgot to tell me?”

“Unfortunately, no.” Parrish frowned.

“Welcome to the Completely, Not-at-all-Bitter, Totally Powerless and Entirely Useless club.” Stiles quipped sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“That’s quite a mouthful.””

Awe, Stiles, but I can understand why he feels like that, poor him, though. And I agree with Parrish, it’s a long one, that’s for sure.

“Stiles laughed, but even to himself it sounded empty.

“I was expecting innuendo there, Stilinski. You disappoint.”

“You too, huh?”

Both of his eyebrows winging up, Parrish looked surprised. “You don’t honestly believe that, do you?” When Stiles remained silent, Jordan shook his head. “No one is disappointed in you, Stiles. I can promise you that, okay?”

“Maybe that’s not the right-“

“No.” Jordan shut him down. “No one blames you for any of this, stop telling yourself that. The only one we’re pissed at is Carrick; he started all of this, you were just defending yourself. We know that, Stiles, and we’ve got your back. 100 %, okay?””

Totally love Jordan’s little pep talk, because wow, that was really good.

“Stiles felt his face heat, color crawling into his cheeks for the first time in days. “I know.” he sighed, shoving things around inside the box he thought contained the scroll, mostly so he didn’t have to meet Jordan’s eyes. “It’s just hard to remember that when you’re the reason your pack is being targeted by a complete sociopath.”

“Well, that’s rather rude, Lad.””

Well, that’s because it was intended to be hurtful and also, they didn’t know he was there in the first place, which he wasn’t supposed to be, might I add! He must have tailed them or have them bugged somehow, because how would he have found their location so fast?! Also he must have gotten there before they did, yes?! Hiding in the shadows like the creeper he is!

“Heart stalling behind his ribs, Stiles froze in place. The feeling of ice water rushing through his veins made Stiles’ body shudder, even as Parrish shifted in front of him and aimed his gun into the deep shadows of the attic.

“Carrick.”

“Thas right, boy.” The thickly accented Irish brogue poured out of the darkness, snaking its way down Stiles’ spine.

“Don’t take another fucking step.” Parrish barked, eyes sparking into their fiery hue as he cast them around the open space.

“Ah, there’s no need of that.” Carrick growled, stepping into the fading light spilling through the window. “Came by m’self an’ all that. Jus’ wantin’ a word with the boy, is all.”

Parrish’s eyes flashed brighter as he took a step back, closer to Stiles. “Over my dead body. Stay where you are and keep your hands where I can see them.””

I bet that’s not the only thing he wants to do and I’m completely with Parrish on this one!

““Parrish, let me-”

“Shut up, Stiles.”

Stiles did as he was told, swallowing the nauseous wave rising up in his chest.

Carrick chuckled darkly, moving closer still, hands held in plain sight. “Lis’en to your mate, wolf. There in’t an’athing you can say ‘ll save your hide.””

Well, that’s bad but at least Kearney thinks that Jordan’s Stiles’ mate, therefor he won’t go after Derek, at least for the time being, because he wants them all dead, right?! And, yes, Stiles’ better listen to Jordan, because what can he really do to protect himself, without his wolf!

““Back. Off.” Jordan spat. “Or I swear to god I will put a bullet between your eyes, Kearney.””

Oh, no, don’t give that bad man any ideas, because I don’t think even Jordan can’t heal himself from a bullet straight through the head or the heart! Because that usually kills you dead right away/on the spot and then its goodnight world!

Something dark and dangerous slithered in Carrick’s gaze, his mouth twisting into a venomous sneer. “Now, that sounds like a mighty fine idea.””

Oh, oh, they really should have seen that one coming, right?! That something bad would happen and well, it did!

“The crack of a gunshot rang out so loud in the silence of the space that Stiles’ head rang with it. He didn’t have time to process the sight of Jordan laying in a bloody sprawl on the floor at his feet before something hard and metallic collided with the side of his head and everything lurched headlong into emptiness.”

Damn, Parrish survived the sacrifice, but will he survive a bullet through the head?! And Stiles got smacked with butt of the gun, and is probably going to get kidnapped and tortured before Kearney even thinks about killing him, because he wants Stiles to suffer?!

Absolutely cannot wait to read more, so please update soon…

Oops, I forgot to log-in, damn, the review prior to this one is mine, it's probably not that hard to figure that one out, laughs, so without further ado...

Here comes the first part of the rest of the review of chapter twenty-three:

“Stiles rolled his eyes, surprised to feel his lips pull up in one corner. “Yeah, I still have it. It’s back at the house. Why?”

“We need it.” Deaton replied simply. “There’s an incantation on it that I believe might assist us.”

“Great.” Derek nodded resolutely, already trying to drag Stiles toward the door. “Let’s go.”

“Derek, wait.” Stiles shook off his hand, planting his feet to stop from stumbling forward.

“We don’t have time to wait, Stiles.” Derek argued, ignoring the way he could feel every single set of eyes in the room burning into him. “The sooner we get that scroll back here, the sooner you can get your wolf back.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Stiles asked, voice soft but filled with anger and frustration. “But we have to be realistic, Der. Carrick is still out there and he’s still gunning for me. He’s probably desperate by now, and willing to do anything he can to ruin my life the way I ruined his.””

Yeah, listen to your mate, Derek, because he’s right on this one! And yes, the creepy Irish hunter guy is definitely out for Stiles’ blood and then some…

““But-”

“No. I know it goes against every instinct you have, but you have to stay here, where it’s safe.” Stiles pushed on, hoping Derek could see in his eyes how much he meant it. “I can’t risk losing you, Derek. I can survive all this,” He made a sweeping gesture at the room in general, encompassing everything, “but I wouldn’t survive that.”

Derek’s chest constricted, strangling the growl building in its depths. “You’re not going alone.” he snapped. “You can’t protect yourself if Carrick makes a move.”

“I’ll bring Parrish. He can protect me. And if Carrick does show up, Parrish can regenerate from… Well, everything basically.”

Yeah, I bet Stiles would rather live life without him ever feeling his wolf and the mate bond, rather than living without Derek!

Yep, Jordan is the best choice here, because he can regenerate if he gets hurt, (however he’s not exactly immortal either, so…), he can still die from let’s say a bullet straight through the head or the heart, right?! Because that even kills werewolves, but then again they don’t regenerate like he does, what do I know?!

““No.” Derek tried to argue, the fear behind his sternum swelling into a great mass, threatening to swallow him whole. He couldn’t imagine letting Stiles out of his sight—not now, maybe never again. There was too much at risk, too many things that could go wrong if he wasn’t there, by his Mate’s side.

Where he belonged.

“I’m not asking, Derek.” Stiles blinked wide eyes at him, steel glinting brightly in their honeyed depths. “I’m the only one who knows where the scroll is. If I don’t go, we don’t get it.”

Derek did growl, then. It was closer to a snarl than anything, really. He knew what Stiles was saying with that. If he didn’t let Parrish go with Stiles to his house, Stiles wouldn’t tell them where the scroll was hidden. None of them had a chance in hell of finding the damn thing without Stiles, and they all knew that. Once again, Stiles was risking his own health, his own survival, in order to protect the people he cared about.

To protect Derek.”

I can totally understand Derek’s need to never let Stiles out of his sight ever again, but he should keep in mind that Stiles feels the same way about him, so… Oh, an ultimatum, that’s both smart and cruel at the same time, how very Slytherin of him, hmm, green and silver! But to be honest he’d probably look better in scarlet and gold, and I guess, he also has more Gryffindor qualities, so…

““I don’t like it.”

Stiles smiled. “I know.”

“I’ll keep him safe, Derek.” Parrish said softly, rising from his seat.

Derek whirled on him, eyes flashing, but he didn’t say a word. He knew that Jordan would fight until the very end to protect Stiles.

The two of them had a solid bond, one that Derek used to be just the tiniest bit jealous of. Parrish would go down in flames before he let anything happen to Stiles.”

Yes, he would and quite literary too, laughs!

““Der.” Stiles all but whispered, his fingers grazing gently down the expanse of Derek’s back, warm through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

He turned back to Stiles, knowing full well that every fear, every emotion was painted plainly on his face.

Stiles’ eyes went soft around the edges, gleaming with moisture. “I’ll come back.” he promised, smiling despite the suffocating cold spreading through his chest.”

Hate to burst his bubble, but you really can’t promise something like that, but I guess, he just wanted to reassure Derek.

“Derek’s pulse pounded inside his head, every molecule within screaming at him that this was wrong. Letting Stiles leave like this, not going with him… It was wrong on some fundamental level. His wolf whimpered, pawing at the inside of skull with frantic swipes.

It was in that moment Derek let everything else fall away, everything except—

“Stiles, I lov-” Stiles opened his mouth, but Derek slapped a hand over it, grinning despite himself. “I swear to God, Stiles, I will kill you myself.”

He could feel Stiles’ smile widen beneath his palm. The feeling of those dry lips rasping against his skin as the turned up melted something deep in Derek’s chest, made him loosen his hold even as he stepped further into Stiles’ space. He nodded and Derek released his mouth.”

He’s a little devil isn’t he?! Here, Derek’s trying to tell him that he loves him and what does the boy in question do, he interrupts Derek, bad Stiles, because I really want to hear what Derek has to say!

““Sorry.”

Derek took a deep breath, blowing it out hard. He leaned in close, cupping Stiles’ jaw with both hands, and pressed the softest of kisses to his lips. When he pulled back, eyes pricking with heat, he met Stiles’ owlish gaze with conviction.

“I love you, Stiles.” He heard Stiles’ heartbeat trip, felt his own skitter in response. “No more hiding, no more talking around it. I love you, and you need to know that I have never meant anything more than I mean this, right now.”

There were soft murmurs of surprise coming from the rest of the pack, and Derek could smell the salt that no doubt belonged to a few fresh tears, but he ignored it all, staring unflinchingly into Stiles’ bottomless gaze.

“I need you to come back. Do you understand?”

Stiles caught his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding shakily.

“I’ve lost too much to risk losing you, too.”

“You won’t.” Stiles vowed, pushing forward to wrap his arms around Derek’s neck, burying his face in Derek’s throat. “You won’t lose me, Derek, I promise.””

Again with the promise, anyway, Derek’s declaration of love was so worth the wait, beautiful is one word to describe it! And they have an audience, but I guess, they probably don’t care too much about that for the time being, yeah!

“Derek’s arms tightened around Stiles’ back, hauling him in as tightly as he dared. He inhaled deeply, drawing Stiles’ scent into his lungs and holding it there. A low whine rumbled in his throat when Stiles pressed his lips to his neck, murmuring delicate words into the warmth of Derek’s pulse.

“I love you too, you know.” he whispered, chapped lips dragging and catching at the skin beneath them. “Probably too much to be entirely healthy, but I’ll risk it if you will.”

Chuckling brokenly in his chest, Derek nodded. “I’d risk everything for this.”

Stiles pulled back, smile blinding in its intensity. “It’s not much of a risk, though, is it?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow high. “The Universe already thinks we’re a sure thing.”

Derek returned Stiles’ smile, gliding the pad of his thumb across Stiles’ bottom lip. “Just come back to me in one piece, okay?” he pled, entire face soft and full of affection.

“Why?” Stiles finally responded, his heartbeat a steady, even soundtrack. “It’s not like I’m leaving that way.””

Awe, (loved Stiles’ own little speech about his feelings for Derek), Stiles, the only way to love someone too much to be anywhere unhealthy, is probably if you’re obsessed with someone (obsessive love, the really bad kind) or if you love someone way more than they love you (because that’s just sad), or maybe I’m thinking of unrequited love, oh, well!

Okay, with the risk of sounding a bit stupid/slow, but what did Stiles mean in the sentence above?! The only thing I can think of is; because he’s referring to himself and his wolf being two separate beings?! And that’s why he said; “It’s not like I’m leaving that way.”. Sorry, I obviously don’t get it!

“His childhood home looked mostly deserted when they pulled up outside it half an hour later. Stiles frowned at the exterior, unnerved by the way the house’s windows seemed to look out at him with hollow, yawning sadness. For the first time in his entire life this was the last place he wanted to be. Even after his mother’s funeral Stiles had loved their house. He felt closer to her there, where he could still see in her in the rooms, imagine he smelled her perfume clinging to the walls. Now, staring at his front door with a knot behind his ribs and a ball of lead in his gut, Stiles fervently wished he was curled into Derek’s chest somewhere—anywhere else.

“What is it?”

Shaking off the cold prickles dancing over his skin in waves, Stiles shrugged. “My entire reality just shifted, no big deal.””

Yeah, I can imagine that, safe and sound and all that! And is that because the mutual “I love you”?!

And the rest comes in the next review.