Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters, I only own my original character Tahlia, her family and my villains, as well as anything else that seems out of place.

So this is the long awaited next story in The Alpha's Huntress series. I really hope you enjoy it. For those of you that wanted to Tahlia take on the Nogitsune, I am in the process of writing a story for that. Please be patient as I do not have a lot of free time to write, therefore it may be several days or even a week before I can update.

Also I would like to send a special thank you to teresaseda28 for giving me an amazing review that I simply had to use for this story's summary.

The first couple chapters will be short, but I promise as the story progresses, they will get longer.

xoxo Tiearney

It had been nearly two months since Tahlia had heard from Derek. He tried to call at least once a week to let the huntress know that he and Cora were fine. But then the calls just suddenly stopped. Tahlia tried hard to not think the worst, but the images her mind conjured up kept the huntress up all night. Dreams, or should she say nightmares, of Derek and Cora being caught and tortured, even worse, dead. She tried hard to convince herself that Derek had a perfectly good reason for not contacting her.

However, she had plenty to keep her mind occupied in the meantime. Things had been anything but calm in Beacon Hills since the departure of the Alpha pack. When Deaton said that Beacon Hills would become a beacon again, drawing anything supernatural their way, the group was ready for the worst. But the newest danger that had shown up two weeks after the incident was anything but supernatural.

"Hunters?"

Tahlia could hear the worried tone her mother's voice took, she could almost picture the look on her face even through the phone. Tahlia had called her family to keep them up to date on what was happening, since she had decided to stay in Beacon Hills permanently. There was more than enough to keep her occupied, and of course she did promise Derek she would be there when he returned. That point alone made her mother extremely happy, even though Tahlia assured her they had not taken their relationship that far.

"Yeah, a lot of them." Tahlia said letting out a deep breath. "I don't know how many just yet, but they out man our entire pack."

The pack that now consisted of three hunters, a banshee, four werewolves, a Nurse, a Sheriff and of course their planner and let's face it, the one who constantly keeps everyone alive, Stiles.

"Do you need us to come down for a few weeks and help out?"

"Actually mom." Here goes nothing. "I was thinking more of like an extended stay."

"Move to Beacon Hills?"

"Yeah. I think you'd all like it here. Plus as you can see, this town has some severe supernatural problems. I think it would benefit from a few more hunters here to protect it."

Natalya was quiet for a moment. "Mmm. I could stand a change and your father has been chomping at the bit to give Derek his scary father speech."

Tahlia chuckled, her father had been perfecting his "scary dad" speech since she was old enough to hold a weapon. Not that Tahlia was ever interested in guys, she was too busy training to become a hunter.

"Tell you what, why don't you look around, see if you can find a house for sale and I'll tell your father and brother."

Suddenly the front door burst open, smacking loudly against the wall behind it. "Tahlia!" The huntress ran downstairs to find Scott and Isaac in the foyer, between them they held the limp body of Stiles. In a split second the huntress took in the blood covering the teen's body and the bruising on his face and extremities.

"Mom." Natalya immediately straightened hearing the tremor that ran through her daughter's voice. "Start packing."

Without another word Tahlia hung up and ran back upstairs. "Scott! Isaac! Get him on the table!" Tahlia ran into her bathroom grabbing the doctors bag from under the sink. She rushed back down the stairs setting the bag on the bench beside the table. Standing up she leaned over the teen gently touching his cheek. "Stiles? Stiles can you hear me?" No reaction.

Picking up her flashlight she checked his pupils, they reacted normally which gave Tahlia a good feeling. "Well, he doesn't have a concussion." She set the flashlight down, rooting around in the bag she pulled out a syringe and a vial. "What the hell happened?" She drew the anesthetic into the syringe then injected it into Stiles' arm.

"The hunters. We didn't know he was missing until this morning when we went by to pick him up for school. They must have took him last night." Scott tells her.

She glances up seeing the terrified look in his eyes as he looks at the boy who is practically his brother. She reaches out laying a hand on his arm. "Scott." She waits till his eyes lift to meet hers. "He's gonna be okay. I promise."

The new Alpha nodded watching as she moved into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl she filled it with water and set a towel inside. She brought it back in setting it beside Stiles' prone body. "Have you called his dad?"

Isaac answered. "Yeah, he's the one who said to bring him to you. He didn't want to take him to the hospital, he said there'd be too many questions."

"Especially with my dad still in town." Scott mumbled, still hating the fact that his dad chose to stay even though he clearly wasn't welcome.

Tahlia was shocked at the thought of Stilinski wanting his son brought to her to be taken care of, but it also sent a swell of pride in her as she realized the Sheriff trusted her. She turned to the two boys who were standing stoically beside her.

"Why don't you guys get back to school. I'll take care of him." Both wolves opened their mouths to protest but Tahlia stopped them. "Ah, no but's. I'm not letting you guys fail your Senior year. Now, get your asses to school, you can come back afterwards. Make sure you pick up his work too please."

The two nodded grimly, glancing over at Stiles' prone body before they opened the door and headed outside. Tahlia sighed, standing beside the table she leaned down brushing hair back off of the boy's forehead. "Oh, Stiles." She picked up the cloth wringing the excess water back into the bowl. Starting at his face she cleaned every exposed piece of skin so that she could see what she was dealing with. Save for a long cut above his right eyebrow that took Tahlia four stitches to close and a small split on the right of his bottom lip, he was mainly covered in bruises.

Once clean Tahlia could see the black surrounding his right eye, the bruise on his cheekbone and on his jaw running up to his ear, bruises along his arms and the raw skin on his wrists from being bound. Judging by the concentration of hits on Stiles' right side she gathered the brute to be left-handed.

Taking the scissors from her bag she sliced Stiles' shirt up the center peeling it away from his blood caked torso. After wiping him down with the cloth she was puzzled. His shirt was matted with blood but he had no cuts or open wounds on his chest or stomach, just some nasty bruises along his ribcage. Looking closer at them she deduced them to be boot prints, the treads faintly registering through the dark skin.

Growing more enraged with every thing she found Tahlia gently rolled Stiles onto his side using a pillow from the couch to support his head. With a little work she peeled the shirt away from Stiles' back, the sight that met her eyes made her nauseous and brought back dreadful images. Stiles' back was a mass of whip marks, mostly all shallow but still bleeding, the bright red edges puffy and inflamed with infection.

Tahlia took a deep breath swallowing back the bile threatening to rise up her throat. She went back into the kitchen emptying and refilling the bowl with clean water, then returning to Stiles' side. Even more delicately than before she cleaned his back careful not to irritate the wounds any more. There were two particularly deep ones about 5 inches in length, up by his shoulders so Tahlia diligently sutured them up. Once she was satisfied that the stitches would hold she applied a bandage to the length of his back. Rolling him gently onto his back she pulled out another sterile syringe and a vile of antibiotics, drawing the medicine up and injecting it into Stiles' arm.

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to lift Stiles with her arms, she decided to use her legs they being the strongest part of her. Carefully she sat down and rolled Stiles up onto her shoulder. As slowly and gradually as she could she carried him up the staircase and into the spare bedroom on the right. Lying him down softly on the bed she pulled the blanket over him. Sitting down beside the teen she let a small smile cross her face followed by a rush of anger for the ones who did this to him. Stiles had become like a little brother to Tahlia, along with Scott and Isaac. The thought of anyone, even a hunter to do this to a human, made her wonder what they had in store for the wolves.

Leaning down she kissed his forehead, hearing him whimper slightly in his sleep the huntress bent down to whisper in his ear. "I swear to you Stiles. I will find out who these monsters are- and I will kill them." She stood up looking out of the window at the woods. "Every last one."