Hi y'all!
So I tried to stay away from the Teen Wolf fics but I just couldn't. I mean really? Who can say no to Derek and Stiles? And with Season 4 premiering in a few very short weeks, I figured why not write another one?
I decided to try something different this time around, this is fic is completely AU. Everyone is alive, everyone except for Lydia and Allison are wolves.
I just hope yall enjoy it!
As always I don't own anything except my OCs so don't steal them.

On a quiet night, much like any other night in the forest surrounding Yellow Stone Park, not a single animal can be spotted except for four figures cloaked in black. The leader of the group held up his hand causing the other three to stop as a scream pierced through the still night air. The leader of the group gave a low growl, his eyes flashing red for a moment before he took off running, the other three figures following behind him, their own eyes flashing gold as a second scream was heard. With speed a human could only dream of possessing the leader sprinted ahead, his cloak flowing behind him revealing an older man with white skin; short grey hair that was being forced back by the wind, a neatly kept grey beard, he was wearing a simple black T-shirt and black cargo pants. Just as the leader was losing his lock on the scream he was blessed with another one, this one from the same person, this one from the same person, but this time they were in far more pain than what the leader wanted to think about. Sliding to a stop the leader held his hand up again as the trio caught up to him. Pointing down the others looked to see he was pointing at a small hole in the ground. Without a word the trio watched their leader jump into the hole before following after him. Free falling only a couple of minutes the leader landed on the ground and moved out of the way so his pack could land safely. Sniffing the air the leader held back a growl at the over powering stench of blood, with an expert nose he was able to sift through the blood and located the two scents of his targets. One look behind him, the leader was happy to see his pack safe before he started following the scents as another scream filled the air followed by someone, obviously younger than the first, whimpering and begging someone to stop. As the trio continued down the winding tunnels they finally found who they were looking for in the only room filled with light. With light steps the leader and his pack entered the room without being noticed as they simply observed the situation for a moment. There was a group of the three men, two of the men were holding a young woman by her arms. Her back was to the group but the leader knew she was the one screaming earlier, as the third man walked over to her and sliced her already scarred and bleeding back open with a knife causing the woman to scream again. Glancing to the right the leader spotted the second woman; she couldn't have been more than sixteen. She was in a metal cage that was barely big enough for her to stand up in, she had stripped of her clothes leaving her in her black bra and underwear, her skin was dirty, it was hard to tell if she had a tan, or if it was just dirt, her once blonde hair was sticking to her face, her green eyes flashed gold as she screamed at the men to stop, her open mouth revealed the sharp fangs that marked her for what she, the group, and the other woman, are, werewolves. The three men laughed at the girl before dropping the woman onto the dirt covered floor as they moved to drag the teenager out of her cage that is when the leader made his move. Within seconds his pack had killed the three men before turning to the teenager, who was crouched over the woman, who had passed out, her eyes blazing and teeth barred.
The leader smiled and slowly approached the teenager.
"Easy pup, we aren't here to hurt your alpha."
The teenager relaxed a little and helped her alpha sit up even though she was still passed out.
"Please, help us."
Her voice was so soft, and quiet that if the beings before her had been human they would have missed it completely.
"Let me see her pup, I will carry her and my beta will carry you. We are taking you back to our home for now."
The teenager nodded and allowed the leader to take the young alpha into his arms. Her body curling against his out of instinct, he covered her with a spare cloak. With a light sigh the leader turned to see that his beta, a tall man in his mid thirties, had given the teenager his cloak and was holding her to his chest much the same as his leader was holding the alpha.
"Let's go, the sooner we get back the sooner Deaton can look at them."
The group nodded before they took off out of the hole and back to their home in California.

Three days of running and the group finally reached their destination. A simple looking grey building with the word "Veterinarian" at the top in red letters. Without a moments hesitation the leader walked in and looked at the man before him.
"Deaton, help them."
This was not a plea but an order as the Veterinarian sighed and showed the group into an exam room where he had one table set up for each woman. The leader and his beta carefully laid the injured wolves down, the teenager having passed out from her injuries on the second day of their run.
"What will happen to them once they are physically healed?"
Deaton turned to the leader who smiled.
"They will be gifts to the Hale pack. Their alpha wants a challenge and so he will have it."
Deaton sighed and moved to start his work.
"Are you going to deliver them? Or so you want me to do it?"
The leader continued to smile.
"I want you to do it. It is out job to remain in the shadows."
Deaton nodded in understanding, watching the pack leave before sighing and starting the long process of healing the wolves.

So what do we think?
I'm completely open to ideas for this one guys!