I don't own Teen Wolf.

A/N: This is the sequel to Seeds of the Nemeton. After watching part of Season 5 I have decided on the meta for my parallel story. I hope you enjoy.

Run From The Past-Chapter 1- The End?

The wind savagely assaulted the dilapidated shack which was built near the peak of Mount Hesperus. Only by following directions from the local shaman was the pack able to reach this lodge. Its sole existence was for those seeking spiritual wisdom and purification. Jackson paces around the cramped one room lodge as the unusual cold permeates through the structure. He looks around the room at the state his pack is in. Danny is kneeling between Stiles, who is unconscious on a sleeping bag with a trickle of blood running from his nose, and Ethan, who is barely maintaining consciousness as his werewolf healing is fighting to heal the considerable amount of damage inflicted on him from overpowering strength and claws. Jackson takes a deep breath and says, "I don't like this. We are just a target for that thing now. It knows where we are and how badly things are going."

Danny quickly shifts his gaze from Stiles to Jackson and says, "Don't talk about him like that."

Jackson snarls back, "It's a safe bet that he isn't even himself anymore. I can show you proof." Jackson walks over to Ethan and waves his arm emphatically over the considerable number of claw marks that adore the young alpha's body. He continues, "That isn't even the worst part. You saw his eyes."

Danny looked at his boyfriend and placed his hand on his head. He difficultly swallowed before he mumbled, "Yeah, I saw them Jacks."

Jackson walked back to the front door and peered outside through a crack. He could see the blizzard as it dumped inch after inch of snow and obscured anything else besides the movement of the wind and its own white brilliance. Jackson said, "We need to think of something." The jock ran his hands through his hair, in a manner to try and calm down, before he asked, "Do we know how long Stiles will be out? I hate to admit it but I would really like to have our fearless alpha awake for this."

Danny shook his head, "Not a clue Jacks. Are you sure you aren't able to heal him?"

Jackson slowly shook his head, "Ever since we started this vision quest or whatever nonsense led us up this mountain, I haven't been able to do it. Even if I could though, right now, in my condition, I don't know if even my healing could help."

Danny slowly shook his head and sighed, "I don't know either Jacks. I honestly thought we were strong enough to do this, to solve this problem. Maybe we would've been better off."

Jackson quickly glared at Danny and cut him off, "Don't say it, don't dare say it. You know why we left. If we would've stayed the entire town would've been in danger." Danny met Jackson's glare with a look of compassion and understanding which quickly took the anger out of the jock's body. Jackson slowly lowered his head and looked to the floor. "At least this way, it's just us who have to pay for it." After a long silence, filled only with the sounds of the creak of the building and the whip of the wind Jackson asked, "Danny, why did you decide to follow us here? It wasn't after you."

Danny shook his head, "Jacks, we don't know that. I followed my pack here because I can't just abandon you guys." He looked over at Ethan and slowly stroked his hair. Danny sighed, "We've been through worse, we can handle this."

Jackson sighed and walked over and sat next to Danny, in between Stiles and Ethan. "I can't smell or hear anything either. I know it is out there though."

Danny shook his head, "Can we at least call him by his name?"

Jackson reached under his jacket and rubbed the slash wound that still bleed from the claws of an alpha, "If you are so insistent on calling him by name then fine. We can call the man who might quite possibly be the murderer of our pack by name."

Danny sighed and said, "We can save him. We don't have to kill him or be killed by him either."

Jackson managed a cocky half-grin, "I wish I had your optimism, Danny. Stiles and Ethan may be dying and it won't be long until either the cold gets to us or he does."

Danny whispered, "Jackson."

Both men are startled when a loud bang is heard from the front door. Jackson immediately jumped to his feet and faced the door. He wolfed out and looked back to Danny, "Whatever happens, get to safety. I don't want the death of my best friend to be on my head too."

Danny slowly nodded his head and said, "I'll do what I have to Jacks."

Satisfied, Jackson turned his head back towards the door just in time to hear another loud bang against it. He roared loudly which sounded as if he threatened the very storm itself.

After another loud bang the door began to splinter. Jackson extended his arms and lowered himself into attack position. When the door shattered and sprayed the pack with wood splinters and snow, a large figure stood at the entrance. Its white fur melded with the snow and only served to make it appear more menacing. It roared at the pack with a depth and ferocity that was unmatched to anything they had ever heard. Their blood ran cold from the fear it evoked. When the meager lighting caught its eyes, they didn't reflect back but showed nothing but an empty, dead soul.

Jackson snarled at it, "Come and get some! I'm ready!"

"Isaac!"

A few months prior.

Stiles rolled over in the king sized bed and into the embrace of his boyfriend. He smiled contently with just of hint of sleep in his expression as he said, "Good morning Care Bear. How does it feel to no longer be a junior?"

Isaac kissed his boyfriend's forehead and said, "It feels pretty good. We just need to figure out where we are going to college after we are done here."

Stiles groaned and rolled away only to be pulled back into the embrace by Isaac. "Why do you have to start the morning with the serious stuff?"

Isaac laughed, "After everything that has happened this year, I don't think college is the serious stuff."

Stiles smiled and said, "You are right Big Bad, you are right. Do you want to get a shower and go pester Jackson so I can cook us up something good in his considerably better than ours kitchen?"

Isaac hugged his boyfriend tightly before he said, "This is why you are the alpha. You have awesome plans."

Stiles pulled away from the embrace and jumped out of bed, "See that is what I have been trying to say. Maybe if I just cuddled with the rest of the pack they would see exactly why my plans are awesome."

Isaac jumped out of bed and said, "You'd better not. Only I have cuddle privileges."

Stiles and Isaac laughed as they got cleaned up and dressed for the day. When the two stepped out of their bedroom they were met by Danny and Ethan, who were sitting on the couch.

Ethan slyly asked, "Did I hear something about a Stilinski breakfast at Jackson's place?"

Stiles grinned as he light heartedly responded, "Damn you werewolves and your hearing. I can't get away with any mischievous plans."

They laughed as the headed out of their apartment to Jackson's.

After they reached his door and knocked for a few times Jackson opened the door, covered in sweat, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. He looked over his pack and said, "Can I help you?"

Stiles began, "Jacks we were wondering if."

The jock cut him off, "No, not a chance."

Stiles began to plead, "But Jacks, you didn't even let me finish."

Jackson shook his head, "Nope, not a chance. You guys want to come here, eat all my food and leave my kitchen a mess. Plus you are already interrupting my work out."

Stiles begged, "Please"

Jackson looked at his pack again and noticed that they were all giving him the puppy dog eyes, even Danny. The jock shook his head and said, "Fine, whatever. But when we are done with breakfast, which includes cleaning up my kitchen, each and every one of you will spar with me. I can't really get much better if Liam is the only one to ever want to fight."

Stiles' face lit up like the sun as he said, "Jacks, you've got yourself a deal."

The pack piled into Jackson's apartment and Stiles went to work fixing breakfast. It wasn't long before the pack, except for Jackson who returned to his workout, helped Stiles cook and finish the breakfast.

Jackson emerged from his gym just in time to sit down for breakfast. He looked at the couples and barely fought back a groan, "I swear, even at breakfast, I am the fifth wheel."

Danny smiled, "Jacks, I am here for you."

Jackson glared at his best friend, "That statement doesn't really work when you are sitting in Ethan's lap." He motioned with his fork, which held a small piece of sausage at the end of it, the couple.

Ethan smiled and said, "Well Jacks, if you want, I can always just let Aiden materialize, then you wouldn't be a fifth wheel."

The jock rolled his eyes and Isaac said, "Come on Jacks, you know we love you."

Jackson shook his head as he finished off his breakfast. "You'd think with all of you being seniors next semester you could actually start acting like adults."

The rest of the pack laughed at Jackson.

Once breakfast was finished, and the kitchen cleaned up, the pack moved into Jackson's gym. Workout mats lined the floor and the walls were lined with weights and bars of varying sizes. The walls were mirrors and the overhead lights were cut out from a giant mirror that covered the ceiling. There were multiple benches and work out machines, including a stationary bike and treadmill.

Jackson walked over to the room internal thermostat and dropped the temperature. He grinned as he eyed up the pack, "Who wants first? Don't mind the blood stain by the bench, I had to teach 'mallow a lesson."

Ethan grinned, "I take it he didn't beat you in hand-to-hand training."

Jackson walked to the center of the room, "Not a chance. So who will be my first victim?"

As the pack looked at one another a girl's voice was heard, "Help me."

The vibe of camaraderie was shattered as the pack looked to each other. Stiles asked, "Did anyone else hear that?"

After a consensus of nods the voice returned, "Help me."

Isaac's eyes widened, "It sounds like Allison."

The smell of the huntress filled the gym and the pack looked confused. Isaac said, "We have to find her. What if Elijah wasn't able to carry her over? She could be trapped here."

Stiles looked at his boyfriend and saw sorrow sweep over Isaac's face before he asked, "Jackson, did you leave Allison's room the same."

Jackson nodded and said, "I left it just the way Chris wanted me to."

The voice returned, "Please, help me."

Ethan looked at Danny, "It sounds like she is in her room."

Isaac bolted out of the gym before Stiles could say, "Let's check it out."

The pack rushed after Isaac only caught up with him when he stood in the doorway to Allison's room. A thin layer of dust covered the belongings of the young huntress. The room smelled of sorrow and regret and sitting on the edge of the bed was Allison. Her head was lowered and her long dark hair obscured her face but she was unmistakably Allison. She slowly raised her head and looked at the pack. Her mouth moved disjointed from the words that came out but she spoke.

"Save me."