Isaac's P.O.V

"Peter's back," the words I'd been dreading all night, said in such a final tone that hoped seemed lost back with Scott's so-called cure. "And I'm not the Alpha anymore, he is."
"What!" Erica snapped. She seemed furious but relieved. Derek really wasn't the greatest leader in the world and no one really knew much about the mysterious Peter Hale except he was a vicious Alpha werewolf gone insane and had left a trail of blood and corpses behind him including Derek's sister, Laura. What I was most pissed about was the fact he'd almost exposed us just so he could get what he wanted or in other words, Scott McCall. He'd attacked the poor kid's friends and threatened his family to try and get Scott to join his Pack. Not that I was a big fan of the woe-is-me werewolf or his hunter girlfriend Allison OR his jerk off 'friend' turned Kanima but Lydia was bearable to be around, despite the fact she'd just attacked the ex-Alpha and released one of the most dangerous serial killers ever to walk the earth and that left Stiles, despite his dry sarcasm and sometimes exhausting heroic but moronic actions he was an okay guy. Stiles had been loyal enough to keep Scott's secret. Intelligent enough to discover how the murders were connected. Courageous enough to constantly put himself in harm's way and save Derek's life on many occasions. Trusting enough to keep his mouth shut about werewolves when the hunter's came sniffing and dependable enough to keep all of their secrets'.
"But…what are we supposed to do now?" Erica sighed taking a seat on a burnt piece of furniture. We'd decided to meet at the old Hale house, the one burnt down by the Hunters or most of them.
"You are a part of his pack now. You're still Betas if you go with him. If you don't, you'll become like me… an Omega." Derek replied, no emotion leaving his voice.
"But we don't want to go with him." Boyd said, confidentially. "You're our Alpha, always will be."
"Yeah…" said Erica in a far off voice but Derek shot them both down.
"No you're not." He replied, his voice was quiet and dangerous, almost a growl. "I denounce all claims to being your Alpha. I accept Peter Hale as the new Alpha. From here until Peter Hale has finished as serving Alpha, you belong to him."
A slow hand clap was heard and a man strolled out of the shadows. He had an ugly smirk on his face and as he looked from face to face that grotesque, evil grin grew in size.
"Thank you, Derek. I'll make sure you have a place in my pack," said Hale, patting him on a back like a proud father who'd just seen his son score the winning goal. "So this is your pack, eh? Let me guess, Erica Reyes," Hale pointed to Erica and she nodded enthusiastically. Had she switched sides so easily? "Boyd," the tall werewolf only nodded in response to his name. I could almost feel the tension radiating between Boyd and Hale, Boyd's arms were crossed defensively across his chest and he stood the nearest to the ex-Alpha, still protecting him even though he was just a Beta like the rest of us, maybe even a Delta. "and Isaac Lahey…" I didn't really know how to respond so I just shuffled awkwardly on my feet.

"I guess you all know me then…" he said with a 'smile' that seemed more like he was baring his teeth in superiority. "Anyway… now we're all acquainted, I'll get down to business. However much Derek values all of you, we need more than just five werewolves to make a Pack if we want to be the strongest in North America."

Hale moved to a large blackboard that Derek often used to discuss 'important' issues among the Pack. He flipped it around until it showed the back side. On the back side was a big title underlined TARGETS. The main picture that stood lone among the other photographs which were lined neatly, was a picture of Scott McCall, a bright light shone where his eyes were supposed to be and it looked cropped as I saw a hand on his chin. This photo was circled at least three times. I recognized others; too, one was of Stiles Stalinski and another of his History partner among others from school. There were at a dozen photos on the board. Underneath Scott, the most predominant were three pictures, two out of three I recognized. Those were of Stiles and Scott's girlfriend, Allison. The last one was a surveillance photo of a girl with bra-length raven hair and big, dark chocolate eyes. Her skin was utterly flawless but incredibly pale and her lips were the color of roses. She seemed to be smiling but it wasn't a joyful one, this was a sad grin, something forced and twisted and broken. I recognized that smile.

"Scott McCall, you all know him and he's supposedly a part of this Pack, yet he shows no commitment or conviction. We can't let him be an Omega anymore, it's too dangerous. So that leads me onto my plan." He pointed two tanned fingers on the pictures of Stiles and Allison "'Stiles' Stalinski, real name unknown. Incredibly smart, in fact, he was the first to discover I was the Alpha but lacks motivation to apply himself. All that could change and the girl, Allison Argent, I have a reluctance to turn her for obvious reasons but Scott is in love with this Allison girl and I will do whatever it takes to recruit him or kill him." Hale stopped and frowned at the final picture as if thinking deeply "This is Lily Anderson; she caught my eye a week ago. A man tried to attack her and she demonstrated advanced fighting skills. Not much is known about her only that her parents died when they were attacked by a lynx. She lives with her aunt; very secretive has a small group of friends, three maybe four. Doesn't talk much.
"So, you've all got a target. Derek you take Scott, he trusts you the most. Erica, you've got Stiles, I know you've had a crush on him since the third grade so this might be a unique and rare opportunity. Don't waste it. Boyd, you're with Allison. Get to know her then get her alone and whatever you do. You must check for Argents. Isaac, you've got Lily. She's a year below you so you'll have to get her at lunch or after school."

I paused for a while, thinking about Lily over and over again. Thinking about what Hale had told me. Thinking about those astonishing red lips and the broken smile they twisted into and thinking about how exciting it was going to be to hunt her. Would she fight back like she had with the man? I hoped so, I didn't like easy prey.

"Well?" Peter suddenly snapped. "What are you waiting for, an invitation? Go!"