A/N.
Since I lost my muse with the sequel to I won the fight but I lost the war, and when I look back at it now it is absolutely terrible, hate it. So I'm gonna try to write another sequel, in an entire new direction that I hope will turn out better than The Forsaken.
Give me a hero. (I'll write you a tragedy)
Chapter One.
Pain and Misery, walk hand in hand.
"Yeah, I wanted to play tough, thought I
could do all this on my own
But even Superwoman sometimes needed
Superman's soul." Sia, Helium.
Isaac POV.
He charged forward as Scott fell to the ground, barely catching him before he hit the ground. He reached out with a shaking left hand and let his fingers skim around the edges of the bullet hole before they fluttered up the feel for a pulse he knew that they weren't going to find.
Then hell broke out.
He didn't hear any of what happen and if asked later, he wouldn't be able to say a thing; he closed himself off to the world around him and mourned his Pretty.
When the pressure inside him built up, he turned his head to the sky and howled his grief, misery and pain to everything and nothing, because his Pretty was dead and the world kept spinning, kept existing.
He snarled when a hand landed on his shoulder and he cuddled Scott- no, Scott's body – closer to himself and hid his face in his dead lovers hair, failing to get a sniff of the rapidly fading scent of his mate. His shoulders were shaking with held back sobs and he snarled when he hand landed on his shoulder.
"It's over Isaac, time to go home now," Peter said, his voice void of any and all emotion.
He just shook his head and tried to hide the sobs wrecking his body.
"Where did they go?" he whispered, for some reason, fearing that if he spoke louder, that he would wake Scott up.
"Back to the hell that they belong to," replied Peter, his voice making Isaac shiver.
He took a shaky breath and tried to get a hold of himself, thinking about what his father would do to him if he saw his son cry like he did not. He would get thrown in the freezer for it, beaten black and purple..
His next breath came out steady and calm
Peter POV.
He shot a brief glance behind him to the retreating pack, meeting Derek's eyes and nodded at Isaac and not turning his head back again.
He swallowed the lump in his throat again and blinked the tears from his eyes, he hadn't cried in a long time and while the people around him were weak, he needed to be strong.
He heard his nephew come closer and waited for him to speak.
"They are going home; Malia will see if she can find Stiles and tell him what happened, Perish will see if he can track the beast and Lydia will scream if anyone other dies."
He snorted, "And by then it will be too late."
Derek shook his head and nodded in Isaac's direction, a silent question for help and with both of their coaxing, they managed to get the young wolf to give Scott over to him and with one last long glance from Isaac, Derek pulled the pup with him and Peter knew with a sad thought that it would be the last he ever saw of the pack. He had a mission. Araya had said something before she had shot his pup, and he had every intention of finding out what.
With a heavy breath, he lifted Scott up and walked into the forest.
Derek POV.
He looked down at his hands as Melissa broke out in loud cries, unsure of what to do and what to say. What comfort could he bring after telling her that her son was dead?
"Where is he now?" the woman finally stammered out between the sobs.
His own breath hitched and he turned his head to look out the window as he answered.
"Peter took him. What he will do, I do not know, but he will get the end he deserve."
He looked back up in time to see her nod and lick her lips, and he was again amazed at how she handled it, of the strength that she possessed.
He spared a passing glance around the room, before his eyes landed on the woman again. His squeezed his hands together and ignored the way his next breath hitched. He felt like every time he saw Melissa, it was to tell her something had happened to her son.
It was truly heartbreaking.
He looked up when Melissa rose and just before she reached the stairs, she turned around, a sad smile gracing her face, her brown eyes watering.
"I assume you know where the door is?"
He stepped outside the door and fished his phone out of its pocket and hit dial., waiting with a racing heart for someone to pick up.
"Hallo?" a voice answered, unsure but firm.
"I need a favor."
He heard the long sigh over the line and began walking back to his car. He got seated before the other man finally answered.
"Find the Mexican hunters and end them," he growled, his eyes flashing red.
"What have you now done Hale? Played the bigger wolf?" the voice mocked him.
He clenched his free hand and tried to calm his breathing, losing his temper wasn't ideal right now.
"I told you about my beta, the blue eyed one. Well, Araya shot him, point blank." He snapped his mouth shut before he could say more, or beg for the other's help.
"The abused one?" Was all he got and Derek answered yes without thinking about it.
"You owe me Hale, you really owe me this time." He said and hangs up.
"I know, I know," he whispered to the empty line.
'The world is closing in
Did you really think that
We could be like brothers'
He opened the car door and tossed his phone in the back, not caring where it landed, he could always get a new one.
Peter POV.
He let the shovel rest up against a tree. His hands and arms were almost back from digging and his eyes were irritated from where he had been scrubbing them. He hadn't cried, not yet and he wouldn't until the battle was utterly and truly lost. When the time to count the bodies had arrived, when everything was over and they looked back and thought why they were the ones that survived? The ones that had done so much bad, why take the heroes when you could take the bad guys instead? He didn't understand and he didn't believe that he ever would.
He went down on his knees in front of the home made grave and planted both hands on the ground and leaned forward, pressing a brief kiss to the dark earth before rising on swift legs and walked in the other direction, forcing himself to not look back.
He stopped abruptly when he heard a howl and scented the air for signs of his nephew but frowned when he found none. Not a good sign.
The howl sounded again only this time, it was so much closer, so close that he should have been able to get a scent of whatever creature, natural or not, but there were nothing.
Wary he did a full body turn, careful not to move too fast and at the same time to not leave his back unprotected, any predator would go for the back.
"Derek," he tried warningly, "If this is you, it stopped being fun when you turned two," he said quietly as he kept turning around, leaving his claws out just in case it decided to attack.
He saw a flash of white to his left and moved so his front was to the creature, all while thinking, 'not Derek' and 'fuck'
He bared his teeth in a feral snarl when he saw the creature again. It was playing with him, but there were still no scent attached to it and it unnerved him more than he wanted to admit.
His head snapped up when he heard laughter not long from where he was and he knew immediately that the creature had turned its attention away from him.
'shit'
He ran but already before he was even close, the screams had filled the air in the forest and the smell of blood was so strong that he stumbled when he got close enough to see.
It looked like a slaughter house. He assumed that there had once been two or three people but it was hard to judge when everything was spread around the scene, it put even him in his earlier days to shame.
He leaned up against a tree and tried not to make a sound, he couldn't know if the creature was still around and it if it… he would certainly get to fight for his life.
Unknown POV.
It was all around him.
Fear
Death
The burning scent of blood
The man, his scent
Brother?
Pack?
Protector?
Sounds pierced his ears.
He needed it to stop
Stop making all those sounds
He made them stop.
A/N
I seem to be so much better at writing Peter. What did you think? I honestly like this a lot more the other.
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