A/N: Thanks for all the followers and favorites. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and continue to leave good reviews! Thanks! This is probably going to be a pretty Sterica heavy chapter J but don't worry I still have more of other ships coming too.

"Isaac, I get it. You want to stay with her, but you need to go to school." Derek crossed his arms over his chest while talking to the younger beta. Isaac let out a small sigh before looking past Derek's shoulder over to the blonde still sleeping in the bed. It had been around a week since Erica had come back, Isaac hadn't gone to school the entire time. If he let the girl out of his sight for nearly a second, he would worry. "People are going to wonder what's going on."

"So let them wonder." Isaac's voice rose slightly. His jaw was clenched and hands were in fists. "I'm not leaving her to get hurt again."

"I'm not going to get hurt." Erica's voice echoed softly around the loft. Derek turned around and Isaac walked to his side. Those were the most words she had spoke since the night Boyd had died. She still wore one of Isaac's shirts and a pair of his boxers. Her legs were over the side of the bed like she was about to stand. Derek walked forward and outstretched his arm for her to grab. She outstretched her hand and grabbed his forearm. With a small grunt, she pulled herself up and leaned onto Derek's side.

"Erica… Are you sure you're okay with me going to school?" Isaac asked. He took a step towards her and his features softened; they always did around her. Derek looked down at Erica as he used his arm to keep her up and supported. Her eyes glanced down at the ground before she nodded slightly.

"Derek's here." Her dark brown eyes shifted slightly to look down at his arm. Isaac and Derek exchanged a glance. The younger boy's eyes were filled with a sort of hate, mixed with jealousy. A loud sigh escaped the alpha's lips. Isaac looked back to the blonde and stepped towards her. He placed one of his hands on her shoulder and stood there for a second, before letting go and pulling her into a hug. Derek dropped his arm to let the two beta's support each other. The apprehension Isaac had grown towards Derek in the past few days was shocking, and painful. He was doing everything to support them two, but Isaac didn't trust him.

"I'll be back later," Isaac whispered into her ear. He felt her head nod into his shoulder as she shifted her weight back to Derek. The young male beta walked out of the loft, with an overwhelming feeling of apprehension. When he left, Derek turned to look at Erica.

Few hours later

"How are you feeling? Physically and all?"

"Stronger… than before." A small smile grew on her lips before it faded right back off.

"I know, I say this a lot, but I really tried. I didn't believe you were dea…. Gone. I thought we could find you, we put up lost person sign… for you and Boyd and… I really-"

"I know." Erica returned his gaze and nodded slightly. A loud sigh escaped his lips. She leaned onto his arm slightly as her body started to feel weak again; not a side affect of dying, but instead for once it was a side affect of living. He had been withholding some information about all the sacrifices, and it was eating him from the inside. Together they went over to the couch and Derek helped ease her down.

"Are you hungry?" He stood up and looked down at the girl. Some of her bruises had finally healed and it allowed Derek to feel a sort of relief. She smiled slightly and shook her head.

"But I want to know what's going on?" Her tone was flat and her face just as stagnant. Derek was taken aback slightly. His lips formed a perfect "O." The sacrifices being made around town were hard to ignore, but Derek and Isaac had made a deal not to talk about it, even though the two were growing slightly tense with each other. He lowered himself to the other side of the couch and stared at her. The frizzy blonde curls that had hardly been brushed out since her arrival cupped her face. Though her face was clear of the acne she had known with her epilepsy, her cheeks were paler than he had ever seen her. Generally Erica was a tan and lively person, but bags drooped under her eyes and contrasted painfully with the ghostly cheeks, as her body still recovered from the revival. "I can feel it Derek. My… werewolf… powers may be weak, but I can hear you and Isaac whispering when I'm supposed to be asleep."

"Wait, how often do you sleep?" Derek's face grew with worry but Erica shot him a glance to move on. His eyes shifted down towards the floor. "Isaac and I said we wouldn't talk about it…"

"I don't care."

"Okay." He bit his upper lip before licking them, the dry skin scratched at his tongue. "There's been these-" but his voice was cut off. The sounds of people stumbling into the room invade the two wolves ears. Their heads turned simultaneously to see Scott and Stiles out of breath as they ran into the loft. Derek stood up and Erica furrowed her brows, her face growing in concern.

"Sacrifices…" Stiles finished off Derek's sentence and looked over to the two of them. The darkness in the room left an eerie feeling among the four. Erica pushed herself from the couch with a grunt and grabbed onto Derek's arm. He flashed her a quick glance before wrapping his arm around her shoulder to hold her up. "And we think we know who did them." Erica's face contorted into one of fear. Derek noticed it and squeezed lightly on her shoulder.

"Who?" His voice was stern and strong, almost like he was trying to impress Erica, or even just make her comfortable. Stiles and Scott shifted uncomfortably, and this is when Derek and Erica realize the tears in Stiles's eyes. "Stiles, who the hell is it?" The blonde could feel her alpha's muscles tense, but he still held her up. Her lower lip trembled; sacrifices, death, it was all still too much for her.

Stiles and Scott exchanged glances before letting out a long sigh. "Jennifer." Scott's voice was stable but at the mention of the name, Stiles looked like he was going to crumble. "Ms. Blake. She tried to kill Lydia-"

"-She took my dad," Stiles interrupted. The four of them stood there for a moment in the silence. Derek sighed before turning to Erica and nodding. He took a few steps, and her feet followed to the couch. With a gentle care, he lowered her back down and headed towards the two teenage boys. He opened his mouth to say something but instead just stood there. Scott, Derek, and Erica all turned their heads to the door of the loft. "What?" Stiles furrowed his brows and looked from one of them to the others. "What is it?"

"She's here," Derek turned immediately towards Erica. "She can't know you guys are here, Stiles, take Erica and hide, don't come out whatsoever. Scott, hide with them until you hear her." Derek turned back to face the boys and gave Stiles and angry look. "If she gets hurt, I will kill you."

"She's not going to get hurt," Stiles was stern, and didn't flinch at Derek's words. With a nod, he ran to the blonde and helped lift her from the couch. She leaned against his shoulder as the two of them walked, faster than Erica would've liked, even tripping a few times, to a place to hide in the corner. He lowered her to the ground as well as himself. With one arm around her shoulder, he pulled her in close. "Erica," Stiles turned his head to look at hers with a soft expression, "It's going to be okay." Her breathing grew slightly unsteady, she had only been alive for a week, and already her life was put back in danger.

"Are you sure?" Her question took Stiles off guard. He stared into her brown eyes for a second before Scott ran in behind them. The boy turned to face his best friend, before looking to Erica instead. Scott placed one hand on Erica's shoulder and the other on Stile's. The three looked from one another until Scott and Erica's heads turned to face away from the corner. Jennifer's voice echoed in their ears.

Scott waited as told, before exiting the corner. Stiles reached towards Erica and pulled her closer to him. Her body was shaking, causing him to give her a sad look. With a finger raised to his lips to signal silence, he nodded to try and comfort her. She nodded back and leaned into him, with her eyes closed. You aren't going to die. You aren't going to die.

Stiles and Erica waited for a few minutes after they knew Jennifer, Derek and Scott had left. He reached his arm underneath hers and lifted them up. She still had some strength but Stiles had to do a good amount of the work. Together, the moved to Derek's bed and sat on the edge. The silence between them continued. When he looked down at her hands, he could see them actually shaking. Without hesitation, he intertwined their fingers, but didn't look into her eyes. The loft felt too empty, and it freaked Erica out. Isaac was supposed to be back, come back and take her. It's not that she didn't trust Stiles, she did, but they were hardly friends, nothing even close to that.

"Are you cold?" Stiles asked. His voice was shaking, and she knew clearly that it had to do with his dad. She waited for a moment before shaking her head, no. Awkwardness overwhelmed the two of them for a good ten minutes. There was nothing to do in Derek's loft, never was there.

"I'm sorry," her voice was quiet but he could still hear the words. Confusion etched into his features as he glanced up at her. "About your dad."

"Oh." He nodded. In most cases he would just brush it off, say he was fine or that it would get better but instead he just kept silent. His eyes focused back onto her hands, still shaking, as he let out a small sigh. "Thanks." With a bit of hesitation, Stiles outstretched one hand to place on hers, and stop the shaking.

She didn't expect him to touch her, so when their hands connected she flinched slightly. Erica felt her hands relax as she let out a sigh of relief. This was too much for her to handle, for any of them to handle. With only being alive for this one week, she had already faced a lot. Boyd was dead, people were paying too much attention to her, there were sacrifices and none of it made any sense. "Th-thanks."

"I'm sorry Erica," he interjected. She didn't really understand why Stiles decided to say this. "I'm sorry you died. That they… we didn't find you. I'm sorry, you didn't uh… you didn't deserve it."

"I… Thanks Stiles." She nodded slightly before pushing herself backwards onto the bed so she could lie down. Stiles watched her with a small smile before standing up.

"I'm glad you're alive." She shot him a quick glance with a small smile before she buried her head into Derek's pillow. With a nod, Stiles walked down at sat on the couch, his head fell into his hands and a few tears began to flow.

"Thanks Stiles."

A/N: Okay so this chapter was very rushed so I'm sorry it sucked, but the next chapter will be hopping to the mid point between season 3A and 3B! So there will be a bit of a time hop.