A/N: This is the sequel to Omicron Pack. I had an idea pop into my head as I was finishing the last chapter of the other story. I hope you like this as much as you liked the other.

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Stiles skipped- yes, he skipped- through the parking lot to the police station. He was on fall break and he was extremely happy about that. He had two days of rest from school. Then there was the weekend but it was still a break. It meant he could rest. Well, that's what his dad thought. He thought his son was going to rest and get his homework done. Stiles was going to get his homework done, but there was something else he was going to get done as well.

There had been another murder a couple of days ago and once again it was a kid they knew. Stiles was scared it would happen to him so he tried to stay with his friends as much as possible. The pack would stay at Derek's place for days on end. They would always go over for dinner and watch movies or play games. He remembered a trying game of Twister, but that was another story.

Things with the pack were better. Cora and Boyd had integrated back into the pack rather well. Derek had taken his role as big brother very seriously. He and Cora fought all the time but underneath all the hostility, they were family. They were blood and that was all that meant to Derek. Peter had also figured out where he belonged even though he had initially told Derek to kill Cora.

Though they were human, Stiles and Lydia had a place in Derek's pack. Lydia was still trying to figure out how she had survived an Alpha attack and what her abilities mean. Stiles was just humans. They just teamed up and worked on different things. But the highlight of their part in the pack is the werewolves the worked with. Allison, the other human, could be pack but she was also a hunter so Derek was a little skeptical. She and Scott still had an awkward situation but they made it work.

Stiles opened the door to the police station and walked in. The station was still the same but it was cleaner than it had been when Matt was shooting and killing people. His dad sure he kept the place as clean as he possibly could.

As he walked to the front desk, he saw Andy. The officer had come in after the other desk clerk had been killed by Matt and the Kanima. Andy also helped his dad with the murders that were going on.

Stiles drummed his hands on the desk. "Hey, Andy."

The clerk looked up. "Hey, Stiles. What can I do for you?"

"Is Terrence here?"

"He's in the back."

Stiles walked into the break room and found his favorite blond headed man pouring himself a cup of coffee. Terrence was new in the pack. He and his sister had come in a few about three months ago to help with the Alpha Pack. They had done a lot of good and shed a lot of light on the fact that the pack wasn't as strong as they were. They had grown up in a pack in one of the plains states. They knew how to hunt and how to manage their time. Dominance was a big thing for them. It defined who they were.

When they had first come in, their dominance had played a major part in how they dealt with things. Being twins, they had gone things together their entire live and had known they were going to need help. They had called in their cousin and friend for help.

But that hadn't been the fun part. Stiles and Lydia had found they were soul mates to the twins. It was different than regular mates, or lovers. They were immune to the dominance that would bring a werewolf and even normal humans to their knees. But they two of them were able to stand up to them and calm them down. The only thing that stood above them was a mate. They really didn't care.

Terrence turned around and smiled. "Hey, Stiles. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just wondering if you're going to be off in time for the pack meeting tonight?" he asked as he plopped himself down in the plastic chair by the table.

"I think I had to work a double for Carson tonight. I'll have to check but I'm quite certain. Have you found anything else besides what you and my sister found?"

He shook his head. "Not yet. It's still the same thing. I can't help but think there's a piece missing. Why would a human make virgin sacrifices?"

"The same reason a werewolf would make them. It's probably for power. It's usually always for power."

"What power would someone want?"

Terrence looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well, in this town it would be to control werewolves."

"Wouldn't that include you and your sister?"

"There are some things Thi and I are immune to. Magic is not one of them."

"There's magic in the world?" He received a droll stare from one of his good friends and it brought a smile to his face. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. It was just too easy to pass up."

Terrence shook his head. "If I find anything else, I'll let you know. But I think you should know that you're in the best hands with Thi. She knows more about this stuff than I do. She was always interested in the inner workings of other societies."

"All right. I'll ask her some more tonight. Is she working tomorrow?"

"I think so. I think she's working with your dad."

Stiles drummed his hands on the table. "Thanks. I'll see you at home."

Terrence saluted him with his coffee cut. Stiles left the station to head to the train station. Derek had converted the station into an apartment that his pack could come to in times of crisis or just to hang out. Food was ever abundant and no one had to knock for entrance. It was an open door policy no matter what time of day.

He figured he'd need to bring something to the meeting tonight. There was going to be a big meal made because when pack meetings happened everyone liked to eat. Everyone liked to eat anyway, but pack meetings were always the worst times. They all tried to talk over each other. Sometimes it worked. Other times it started a fight. It all just depended on who said what and how it was said.

Figuring in everyone's love for chocolate, Stiles dropped by the bakery and picked up a chocolate cake. It was a triple Dutch chocolate cake which meant everyone was going to be fighting over the last piece. It always happened and it always would. It was the way the family worked.

With the cake sitting in his front seat, he made his way to the warehouse district where Derek lived. The first floor had been remodeled into a garage. Derek owned two cars that he needed to store without anyone finding them and Isaac had a car he inherited from his deceased father. The garage could hold more than that, but Boyd and Cora didn't have a car, Scott lived with his mom, and Peter lived across town. Sometimes it held Terrence's SUV when he showed up and stayed around.

He pulled into the open side bay door and closed it after he parked. No one in town really knew that Derek had taken over the old depot. It had been abandoned for years so he thought why not make use of it. It had enough room for the entire pack since he made it a five bedroom flat.

He walked up the stairs, cursing the fact that Derek was able to make it into five bedrooms but couldn't install an elevator. Even one of the manual kinds would be better than nothing. He finally made it to the main room. He was slightly winded even though he was in shape from playing lacrosse. Well, he didn't play lacrosse per se. He sat on the bench most of the season.

"Hey, Stiles," Allison called from behind the table. She was playing cards with Scott and Lydia. "We got here an hour ago. What took you so long?"

"I went to the station to see Terrence," he replied.

"Is he coming?" Lydia asked. She was Terrence's soul mate. She was the only one who could be around him when the full moon hit and he changed. His dominance didn't affect her.

"No, he's got to pull a double. Carson's still on his honeymoon." He turned towards the refrigerator. He looked at it then to the couple standing in front of it. "Do you have to be so sappy?"

Derek turned his head to look at him. "You don't have to be here, you know."

Stiles made a face. "Thierry, please tell him it's my job to make sure you're not injured."

The woman in question held her hands up, knife included, in surrender. "I have no dog in this fight. Pun intended."

Both guys grunted at that. Thierry was Terrence's younger twin sister. She was also more dominant than Derek, but due to the fact that she was his mate, she was second in command to him. To make Derek even more annoyed was the fact that Stiles was right. It technically was his job to make sure she was safe. He was her soul mate, meaning he was like Lydia. He was the only immune to her dominance. Not even Derek was that lucky.

Thierry also happened to live with Stiles but most of the time stayed with Derek. John, Stiles' dad, and Terrence didn't really say anything because she was twenty-six. The twins had just had a birthday. Derek was a year younger (they had found that out from Cora that he was lying about his age) and the others were nine to ten years younger. It was perfectly normal for a couple their age to live together.

To make his point Derek grabbed his girlfriend's face and kissed her. Thierry knew exactly what he was doing. She let him have his moment then so ever gently wedged the knife in her hand against his throat. Derek had the brains to back away or risk having the blade jab him in the Adam's apple. Stiles snorted, covered his mouth, and looked away to keep from laughing out loud.

"Are you done being Mr. Sour Wolf?" she asked.

Derek nodded ever so slightly. "I think I'm good."

"Good." She pulled the knife away and stared him in the eyes. "Get this in the oven."

Stiles turned around on his stool. "How long has this been going on?"

"Since I got here this afternoon," Isaac said as he stared at Lydia's cards over her shoulder. "They were arguing about whether or not they needed a third SUV."

"Why?" Scott asked as he played his card. "They have yours."

Allison played her card and turned around so fast she nearly toppled her chair. "You're not pregnant are you?"

Every head turned to Thierry, even Derek's. He was biting his fingernail as he read a book on the counter. Thierry kept right on chopping the vegetables that would be steamed. Ever since Stiles had told her that her diet sucked, she had done a lot better.

She looked at Allison. "No, I'm not pregnant. Derek and I don't have as much sex as you and Scott."

This time it was Derek who had to hold back his laughter. He used his hand to cover his mouth as he dropped his head. Allison's face turned bright red and Scott scratched the back of his head as he played the next card.

Stiles smiled at his family. They were loud, catty, and overbearing but they were his. He had risked his life countless times for them, and he would continue now that his role of soul mate had made him highly aware of what went on in the pack.

Derek tossed a crouton his direction then snapped at the bowl in front of him. Stiles looked down then grabbed the vinaigrette in front of him. He made a face when he realized it was raspberry. He liked fruit but raspberry was on his do not touch list. He set it back on the counter and shook his head.

"Are you going to smash my head into the counter like you did my steering wheel?" he challenged.

He knew Derek wouldn't because Thierry was standing right beside him. Thierry may be Derek's mate, but the bond she had with Stiles was on par with hers with Derek. The last person to do something stupid was Andy at the police station. He had tried to keep Stiles from seeing his dad after the last murder. He had pulled on his arm roughly. Stiles had never seen a female werewolf nearly lose her cool before but he'd had to grab Thierry before she ripped the man's head off. Andy was still afraid of her to this day. When she walked into the station he cowered behind the desk.

Thierry grabbed the other bottle from behind her and placed it on the counter. This was better so Stiles smeared the contents of the bottle on the salad and tossed it. A few minutes later the oven dinged and Derek pulled the chicken from the oven. Mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli and green beans, and rolls followed the heavenly smelling food to the table.

The ones playing cards had cleared the table of their game and had set the table. Thierry called Peter from the other room. He tended to stay away from the teenagers when they were all in the house. That was most of the time. It was Thierry's rule that the pack ate together on the nights pack meetings were held. The twins tended to break that rule when they had to work but they were the only ones. One of them cooked every time the pack had a meeting so it made everyone a little happier to be together. Even Peter was a little more tolerable after he ate.

It was a normal affair. Everyone talked over each other so they could get what they wanted. The rolls were gone within five seconds. Green beans floated around everyone's faces as they filled their plates. They settled into their normal routine. Everyone talked about things that no one really cared about.

When dinner was done and all the food was demolished, everyone pitched in to clean up. Scott and Allison washed and dried dishes, Lydia and Isaac wiped down the table and counters, Boyd and Cora pulled out the dessert of the fridge along with plates, and Peter made coffee. It was the general consensus that when Thierry and Derek made dinner everyone else cleaned up. It was the way of the pack.

When everything was done, they all ventured into the living room. Derek had gone all out when he was done renovating the station. The place had five bedrooms. Derek, Cora, and Boyd had their own rooms, leaving the remaining two rooms as guest rooms. Each room had their own bathroom and a big enough closet to run everyone out of town. The first floor was the garage and the basement was once the subway line. It had been converted to a safe room during full moons. The living room, kitchen, weight room, and game room were on the second floor, which is where they were now.

The living room had a huge sectional and a recliner. They all flopped down in their normal spots and waited for Derek to take his spot in the recliner. Forks clicked on plates as the chocolate cake disappeared as well. Instead of sitting in the chair like he normally would, Derek stood in front and to the side of it. Thierry took the chair and propped her chin up on her hand.

"Do we know anything else about the murders?" Derek asked. The question was directed towards Stiles and Thierry.

"No, not yet. I still have some things I'm checking out," Thierry replied. "I may have an idea but it will take a little bit for me to piece it all together."

"What do you have now?" Scott asked.

"Besides the threefold death symptoms?" Stiles asked. Everyone nodded their heads. "There has been no residue or anything that would tell us who was in the vicinity when the murders happened. We know they weren't killed by werewolves, but we don't know if they were killed by humans or humans working for werewolves."

Stiles let that sink in. Then he looked at Thierry. There was something she was working on that only he knew about. He had gone with her on a couple of her trips simply because Derek would have pulled rank.

Derek followed Stiles' gaze, turned sideways, and watched the silent conversation go on between the two. In the last few weeks he had learned to watch the way their body language spoke to each other.

"What is it?" he asked.

Stiles made a face and Thierry shook her head. There were some things she had to keep to herself because Derek would get angry. He had mellowed a little but not much when it came to Thierry.

"What is it?" he reiterated agitatedly.

"Thierry's been going to see the twins," Stiles said.

Derek's eyebrows rose and he set his mouth. "You've been what?" Like the dominant wolf she was, Thierry raised her eyebrows once then relaxed back into the chair. "You haven't bothered to tell me why?"

"Because you would do this. It doesn't really matter. They don't know anything."

"That's not the point. The point is you went behind my back and did this without my knowledge. They could kill you."

"They won't kill me. Not after what I've found out."

"Then tell us." Thierry shook her head. He crossed his arms and huffed. "Why not?"

"There are some secrets that aren't mine to tell."

The rest of the pack watched as the Alpha and his mate had a staring contest. Thierry didn't argue with Derek often but when she did, it was usually something important to her. Stiles was always going to back Thierry no matter what she did. He was still slightly scared of Derek but he wouldn't hurt him.

The pack meeting went on without an argument. Derek bowed out of a huge blowup with Thierry. Months ago, he would have snapped the woman's head off. But he had learned that dominance had its givings and misgivings. Thierry's giving was that she could calm his anger because they were mates. Her misgivings were that she was more dominant than he was and it showed in some of the pack meetings. They had to step away from the pack to discuss things.

Stiles was slightly nervous when the meeting was called to a close. Derek walked into the kitchen to pour him a strong drink. Peter followed him. Thierry stood and was heading to the kitchen when he caught her.

"Was that a smart idea?" he asked.

"Probably not but it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't opened your big mouth," she replied. He looked like a fish as he tried to get his voice to work. Thierry stopped him from talking. "Don't worry about it. I'll deal with it. Go on home. Your dad will be getting off soon. Make sure he and Terrence eat."

"Terrence isn't getting off until six tomorrow morning."

"Still. Go home."

He watched her for a few more moments then turned to grab his bag. When he looked at her, she was looking into the kitchen. Derek and Peter must have been talking and she was listening in. He said goodbye to her but only got a wave in reply. She was definitely eavesdropping. So to make sure she knew he was serious about leaving, he walked up and brushed the back of his hand against hers as he said goodbye to Derek. She got the message then.

"See you, Stiles," she said.

Glad that he got her attention, Stiles waved at the remainder of the pack on his way out of the door.