Author's Notes: So this will be a series of )mostly) stand alone drabbles. Mostly Sterek and/or Pack fics. Will be everything from angst to humor. Enjoy and please review!

Summary: The alpha pack is defeated and all she can think is why didn't she see this before? Sterek

Fires

The gasping alpha managed to raise her head, intending to glare at those that had destroyed their plan, their very meaning. She meant to focus all her hatred and malice on them with her stare, hoping to curse them with her death to the very end of existence through sheer will. Instead, she drew up in shock.

How had they, had she, not noticed it before?

The Hale alpha stood, proud and sure beneath the blood over already healing injuries. His pack stood just behind him, battle-weary and triumphant. But in the coveted spot next to the alpha was the other one; the human she'd brushed off, underestimated with catastrophic consequences. He stood as tall as Derek, bleeding and bruised. Protective. The solid wall of them warily between her dying pack and their own.

She saw it in their eyes now, in the energy between them.

Her pack had never stood a chance.

They were something different than she'd seen before. She saw the fire of wrath in Derek's eyes, steady and strong, tempered and honed by loss.

The human's eyes were chaos, pure, unlimited potential. Their wild card. The factor of unpredictability that had given them the edge they needed.

The way they had fought together, how they fed off each other and took such subtle cues…

They were dangerous in inexplicable ways that had nothing to do with werewolves at all. Derek's own power bolstered by the teenager; the loyal that stood and fought despite his own fears. They were perfect together. The chaos that could flash and scorch and defend. The strength that could scar and wound and protect.

All she and her pack had done was disturb something that should have been left well alone. The power they had was known now and they were going to use it.

She was suddenly almost glad these were her last moments because she knew. Everything was going to change; be ripped away and washed red and made new and she didn't know what was going to survive their cataclysm.

Her vision dimmed as the pack gathered closer, edging forward as Derek made a rumbling noise in his throat, as Stiles shifted, shoulder angled back toward them a bit, communicating and calming easily. They still kept their eyes on her, waiting for the final confirmation of the danger having passed. Waiting for the lack of her heartbeat that she was sure, somehow, that human could sense too.

What had they done?

This pack, with these two leading them,

They were going to burn the world down.