Derek's Pov
As soon as Scott told me what happened, my heart sank. I rushed to hospital, knowing that if he died it would be my fault. All the pain he has been feeling is my fault. When me and Kate had signed the papers, putting him up for adoption. I made sure that his other family wouldn't know we were his parents. Kate had wanted me to kill him.
That he was't worth all it. I slapped her when she said that, and demanded that we put him up for adoption. He was an adorable bady, with eyes that were whisky colored. Stiles always reminded me of 'my son', but I never thought that he was my son. I actually was mean to Stiles, because he brought back memories of him, but now I know he is my son.
When I had arrived at the hospital, I sneeked into his room and I could tell he was dieing. His pulse was going down and the heart moniter beside him was beeping slower than it should have been. I finally go sit beside him and take his hand in mine and it's cold. I takes his hand to my moulth and I bite it. Hoping he will take the bite. He has to, he can't die. I can't lose him again. I fell his grip on my hand tighten and I let out a few tears.
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THE LOST SON
RandomThis is fanfiction based on Stiles, the son of the sherriff of Beacon Hills, or so everyone thinks. *All credit for teen wolf goes to Jeff Davis. The creation of my story was inspired by my cousin @carleydeanult.
