A/N: This has noting to do with the previous Teen Wolf stories I have written before. It is completely different. Also it's a Derek and Lydia story.
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"Run!"
Derek led the way through the corridors of the school. How they had gotten trapped there again he would never know. One would think the last time had been enough fun. Here they were once again, running through the high school with teenagers.
The girl in front of him tripped and he almost lost his balance. Luckily for both of them Isaac snatched her up. He had to hand it to the young wolf. He was very agile if not a little clumsy.
They ran to the guys' locker room and locked the door. There wasn't much they could do. There weren't man windows that could be broken in so they could escape. There was no escape from the Alpha Pack when they decided to kill. Now he was responsible for three teenagers that weren't his. Well, one might as well be but the other two weren't.
He walked over to the window and stared out into the distance. Last time he was in this situation he was the one who was almost killed. He still felt the sting of the claws and being thrown against a wall. He had once again let his guard down around the kids but this time they were slightly more prepared. They could handle whatever was thrown at him.
"Derek, what do we need to do?" Scott asked.
"We need a plan," Peter replied.
Derek rolled his eyes. He still couldn't get over the fact that his uncle was still hanging out with a bunch of teenagers. He wasn't as strong as he had been but he was still slightly valuable. He helped keep the regular humans in line when times got tough. That didn't mean he was tolerable all the time.
"Did you get hold of Deaton?" Derek asked.
"I sent him a text but there wasn't an answer," Scott replied.
"Until we hear from the vet we need a plan. If we stand here, we'll be sitting ducks. Now if our fearless leader would make a decision, we can find a way to get out," Peter snapped.
Derek turned. "What do you propose we do? Huh? The twins are out there and we know they can hear us. They will track us and kill us slowly. Now I know you don't particularly like humans but we have to protect them. We have to get back to the train depot."
"We can't protect that! We can barely protect ourselves."
"So what do we do?" Peter gave him a look. "No. That's out of the question."
"We don't have any more choices."
"Yes, we do, but that not one of them."
Peter went to argue again but the crashing outside the door was louder and closer. Oh, what Derek wouldn't give to have lockers that they could shove on them. The twins were lethal separately, but together they were nearly unstoppable. If they combined they were done for. It made sense that Deucalion would send them first.
"Is there another exit?" he asked.
Stiles looked around. "The coach's office has two doors. He can get in and out with either one."
"Good. Go towards it. Don't go out until we're all together."
They didn't argue with him. Scott and Stiles ushered the girls through first then the rest of the guys followed. Derek locked the door leading into the locker room then led the way into the hallway. They moved as quietly as they could.
They were halfway down the main hallway when there was an angry growl. The twins weren't happy they had been tricked. Without a word they started running, but the twins were faster. They closed the distance quickly.
They were ten feet from the door when Isaac tripped. Everyone stopped and looked on as the twins stalked the fallen teenager.
They were right up on him when two people dropped from the ceiling. The twins sprawled out face first as the newcomers stood on their backs. They growled then shot up as they tried to knock their attackers off. It didn't happen as they expected because when they tried, the other two kicked them in the face. They shared a look then took off running. Being predators, and very angry ones, the twins gave chase.
"While they're preoccupied, get to the cars. Now!" Derek demanded.
No one argues they made a break for it. As they were piling into two cars, there was a very loud, very angry roar. Derek was peeling out of the parking before the sound could shake him anymore than he was already shaken.
Making it across town in half the time it would usually take, the group started piling out of the cars. Like he figured everyone was shaken. They barely talked as they crowded together.
Derek was getting ready to tell them to go inside when an SUV pulled up. Peter glanced at him then walked forward. Derek followed his uncle. They were going to attempt to protect the teens if they could.
A motorcycle pulled up next to the SUV. The rider swung their leg over it and started for them. The person in the SUV got out and together they came to the group. The rider pulled the helmet off and revealed that it was a woman.
Peter looked at Derek. "I thought you weren't going to call for help?"
"I didn't," Derek replied.
"No, I did," Deaton said as he stepped out of the SUV. "Let's go inside. It's not safe to talk out in the open."
Trusting that Deaton knew what he was doing, Derek led the way inside. Deaton's friends hung back as everyone else crowded around the table. Finally Peter turned to the vet.
"So what are they?" he asked.
"Their names are Terrence and Thierry. They're from the Omicron Pack," Deaton said.
The older two wolves were very quiet as they looked at each other. Stiles and Scott looked between them and the three standing closer to the door. Something was going on and they weren't getting it. Isaac shifted from side to side. He didn't understand what was going on either, but by the looks on their faces it was something they knew about because they had been around longer.
"What's the Omicron Pack?" Scott asked.
"It's the most powerful werewolf pack in the United States. Werewolves who are too powerful to be in a regular pack join the pack. Most of them are alphas that can't or won't adhere to pack mentality. It's also the largest pack in the U.S.," Deaton said.
"Who are these two?" Stiles asked.
"Terrence and Thierry are the executioners of the Pack," Derek said. "The Omicron Pack is the authority of all of us. They have made rules that we are supposed to follow. Some of us do, like Peter and myself. Then there are the ones like the Alpha Pack who don't follow the rules. Their Alpha gets the jobs and sends them off to kill the perpetrators. If they've been sent here, it means things are worse than we thought."
"How do we know they're not here to kill us?" Stiles asked.
"If we wanted to kill you, you would have been dead back at the high school," Terrence said. He glanced at his sister as she started shucking her shoes and jacket. "We just met them and you're stripping down already?"
Thierry smiled as her tank followed her jacket and she started working on her jeans. "I'm going to check the place out. I'd feel better knowing it was looked over by me then these guys."
Her brother shook his head. "Hurry up. Don't make a scene."
"What is she doing?" Scott asked as he turned his face away while she ended up in in her underwear.
"Watch and you'll be amazed," Peter said.
The guys did he said. Thierry was smiling like she didn't care that she was nearly naked in front of five guys. She looked at her brother. Terrence nodded. Instantly her eyes began to glow and her body began to change. Bones popped and started to rearrange themselves. Fur popped up over her skin and her face started changing. It elongated. Teeth grew and her ears changed from rounded to pointed. She dropped to all fours as the last of the change took place. What once was a beautiful blond haired woman was now a silver wolf with blue eyes.
"Stand still," Deaton said as Thierry trotted towards them. "Let her get your scent so she doesn't accidently kill you while she is on the hunt."
Everyone stood still as the wolf sniffed their pants. She took her time sniffing Derek's pants leg then she rubbed up against him as she walked away from him. Peter and Terrence bit back smiles. They understood what it meant, as did Derek.
"Thi, go," Terrence said. She didn't waste any time as she listened to what he said. "We'll figure all this out once we make sure the place is secure. Until then, chill out."
Derek gripped the table. He hated being told what to do but these two knew what they were doing. He had no choice but to listen.