Chapter One: Whats to say? Part One.

Derek looked at them all. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Isaac, and Erica. They sat around his worn wooden table. They looked at him. Ten weary eyes trained on him.

After a while one would think the fear that comes with the announcement of a new supernatural threat would lessen. The logic only seemed to make sense in Derek's mind.

Stiles blue eyes were the first to drop from him. Lydia however held his gaze with an iron will. Who else was there for Lydia to blame? When she had come in to the pack she had been promised protection. And every day another crack appeared in the illusion that was once called his leadership.

"We have a witch problem." Isaac said. "So what, we'll deal with it like all of our other problems."

Isaacs rare burst of speech did little to inspire. "After we deal with whatever this is... I'm leaving." Lydia words seemed strained, her eyes that normally shone with such confidence were dull and weary.

Derek didn't say anything. What could he say. His pack was falling apart and he didn't know if he could pick up the pieces this time.