Shivers ran up their spines and throughout their bodies, sending tiny bumps on their limbs. The previous storm of sleet barreled down right on them before they reached for cover. By the time they made it towards the road where their cars were parked, the cold icy rain had stopped, and they were at the wrong part of the road.

"Well this is just great," Stiles complained, tossing up his hands. The group stood in the middle of the road, a connection to the interstate that brought long traveled passengers through a surrounding of trees and woods. Stiles was the only human there at the moment, well complete human as he stood in the middle of half the wolf pack. Isaac and Derek stood motionless, ignoring Stiles incoherent complaints and babblery. Scott clamped a hand on Stiles shoulder, quieting the teen.

"Stiles," Scott said, "Let it go. It's not like this is the first time we were rained on."

"I know but-" Stiles paused, running a hand through his drenched, icy hair.

"Lydia is fine," Scott said, calming his friend down. "They won't go after her."

Stiles released a harsh breath of air from between his lips, creating a cloud of white smoke in front of him. Part of Stiles wanted to believe Scott, that Lydia was safe and the hunters wouldn't go after her. But another part of him nagged his brain, chewing his insides, telling him the hunters sought her as a perfect target to lure him-and Scott- in.

"Will both of you quit your bitching," Derek snapped, "I hear something."

This stopped the two boys from speaking anymore as they perked their ears up. Stiles only heard silence, except from the roaring of the cold wind in his ears and the sound of his heart beat violently beating in his chest. Scott, on the other hand caught it; deep, loud rumbling vibrations of a tough machine barreling down the road. Before the boys could move, a black SUV come into view down the road, coming right at them. It slowed as it got closer, making the blood in Stiles' veins turn colder than it already was, adrenaline pumping excessively. The car pulled over to the shoulder and stopped, its headlights going off as the engine died. Derek and Isaac relaxed before Stiles did at the new arrivers. Stiles soon calmed down when he saw their new occupants, but a new tension brewed in Scott.

"Any idea what was that back there?" Mr. Argent asked, stopping in front of the group. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his black jeans, shivering against the cold. Allison stood beside him, crossbow hanging from her fist, pointing at the black slick street. The tension that sparked between her and Scott was suffocating. Even though their past relationship history did not atomically spark into their minds as they had other things to worry about. The tensions still remained between them, filling the spaces in-between.

Everyone turned to look at Derek, as lost as the Argent's, and searching for an answer to what they just encountered. Derek seemed unfazed by taking the speaking roll and immediately began rolling off his assumptions.

"It looks as if the Tanek and another pack have joined forces," Derek said in his usual monotone tone.

"To what? Defeat us?" Stiles exclaimed. "Oh that's great! Just more people who take joy in beating our asses!"

"Stiles," Scott whispered, warning his friend.

"You know this isn't some picnic for us either," Derek growled at Stiles.

"How do we stop them?" Allison said, breaking the fight between the two.

"There is no way to," Derek said. "Not until we figure out why they are here and what they're up to. It's not every day an ancient anti-supernatural terrorist group buddies up with their enemy. They're has got to be a reason why."

"And what makes Beacon Hills so important to their plan," Scott said, mainly to himself. He started going off into his own thoughts, conjuring up theories and thoughts, any conclusion to this confusing tale.

"How do we fight against them then?" Isaac asked. "There has to be a way to defend ourselves against them."

Derek looked at him, giving him a casual look. "Get a bigger army."

"And how are we supposed to do that?" Stiles asked. The teen boy was in hysterics, on the edge of a mental breakdown.

"Where are we supposed to find someone willing to help us protect against them?" Scott asked.

Everyone stood in silence as the wind picked up, blowing freezing mist into their faces and sending icy shivers across their bones. They wondered and pondered, each coming up with their own failed plan, theorizing a way to keep them- and everyone they loved- safe.

Mr. Argent didn't look up at the group, staring at the cracked street as he spoke. "I didn't know what it was, but I knew it wasn't good. So I went looking and good thing I found someone willing to reinforce us."

The group's eyes lifted from nature and straight at Argent. Their wondering, curious eyes looked bewildered at the aging man in front of them.

"Who did you call?" Allison asked just as Derek spoke.

"Will they be enough?" Of course, Alpha's voice overpowered those of the weaker and received an answer from Argent.

He sighed, digging his hands deeper into his pockets. "From what I just experienced, probably not. But to be honest, I don't think anything will be enough. But they're willing to help and are pretty strong. Plus, they should be here in five minutes."

If Argent hadn't already had everyone's attention, let alone their surprise, now could have collected everyone onto the bandwagon.

"Dad," Allison spoke cautiously, "who did you call?"

The man looked guilty as a pair of headlights pierced through the black stormy night, illuminating the beat up group covered in cuts and blood. A big black jeep cut down straight in the middle of the road, the double orange road lines fitting smoothly between the massive tires of the car. The Jeep stopped a few yards from the group, cutting off with the headlights still on the group. From each of the front doors hopped down two figures. Both looked small in figure from what the group seen, long hair waving behind them as the wind blew it back. They're faces and other characteristic were disguised by the night, only their form; a silhouette against the headlights. No features could be distinguished until the two girls stood right in front of them, looking causal and calm.

"Argent," one said, "I'm surprised you called us."

"Dad!" Allison harshly whispered into her father's ear.

"Argent," Derek asked. Yet again the alpha's voice cut above the other wondering voices of the group, reaching the man's ears. "Who are they?"

The middle aged man looked guilty and sad as he glanced from the two overly confident girls to his co-fighters, as if regretting to have called the strangers.

"They're Lexine," Allison said sternly, staring down the girls. The one who had approached Argent smirked at Allison, proud of the name. Allison took a deep breath, already regretting what she was about to say. "And they'll be able to help."


This is a little rough, I know, but I promise it will get better! I had this idea in mind for a long time and with reruns playing and the mid-season premier an hour away, I was feeling inspired to write it now. I hope you enjoyed!