A/N: Hey guys! This is my first published Teen Wolf story and I'm just going to preface it by saying sorry for any OOCness and such and such.
Some notes: It's essentially a different timeline of the universe, it'll be pretty different from the canon storyline.
Ages:
Derek and Laura(26-twins)
Scott and almost everyone his age in the TW universe(20)
Liam and Malia(18)
Boyd and Isaac(6); yeah, I know
Erica(4); yeah, I KNOW
Everyone else's age is pretty irrelevant.
Derek/Kira fic because I think they'd be adorable.
Hale fire was NINE years ago(YES, I KNOW)
My updates will be fairly irregular because I'm away all summer but that's why I have 8(almost 9) pre-written chapters for you!
I don't own Teen Wolf.
"Brother, what do we do now?" Derek turned from his place on the porch of the new Hale house to look at his sister who'd asked him the question.
Argent and his daughter had left only thirty minutes ago and Derek's head was still reeling, his mind unsure of whether or not to trust the supposed former hunter or not, but knowing that, either way, he and his pack were in danger.
"Derek!" The Alpha looked up from his conversation with his baby sister. Rushing in through the door came his first bitten beta, Scott, and Scott's human best friend, Stiles. "Derek there's someone in the preserve demanding to speak to you." Scott blurted quickly.
Stiles, winded, continues. "Yeah(breath), a man and a girl our age."
"She's hot."
"Not the point, Scottie."
Derek, alarmed, stood up and strode to the door. "Did he say who he was?"
"No, just that you'd want to talk to him." Scott supplied.
Derek, followed by the two boys and his now concerned sister, Cora, marched out into the preserve. Immediately, he's hit by a familiar scent. Not quite the same, but something close.
When he reached the place where the boys had been running, he knew why the scent had been so familiar. Derek growled. "Chris."
There, standing in the tree line was Chris Argent and a young woman-his daughter, presumably. "Derek."
"What do you want? Why have you come back?" Derek's teeth were gritted, fists clenching.
"Allison and I have come to warn you and your pack." The Alpha's eyes briefly flitted to Chris's daughter, Allison, whose eyes were less hardened than her father's and held a nervousness.
"Warn us of what?"
"My father," Derek's eyes narrowed, "and my sister." At the mention of the woman, a loud growl tore out of Derek's chest, his eyes flashing. "Derek, they're coming. And they're going to kill you all."
Allison cut in and addressed Derek. "Gerard's become manic. He's convinced himself and the rest of his people that all supernatural creatures are a plague and that they have to exterminate all of you."
Cora's eyes widened and she subtly gripped Stiles' hand. He squeezed it once. Cora attempted to school her expression, but the realization of who they were talking about shook her to her core. Now 20, Cora had only been 11 years old when the fire set by Kate Argent took her family, her brother and sister had been 17. To this day, Cora still wakes in a cold sweat, calling for her parents, Derek and Laura rushing into the room. Her big sister would brush out her hair and wipe her face and her big brother would hold her, tuck her back into bed as if she were still that 11 year old.
Scott and Stiles had never met the Argent family, but they had heard the stories. After the fire, the whole band of them had cleared out, satisfied that the main threat had been neutralized, leaving behind only three broken children and a comatose man.
Cora, finding her voice, spoke out. "Why should we trust you? Forgive me for finding a conflict of interest."
Chris's eyes grew sad for a moment as the young woman spoke. He knew her to be Cora Hale. She was the same age as his Allison. After finding out about what his sister and father had done all those years ago, Chris often thought about the innocent children who had been left behind in the ruins of their life.
"Do you hear any lies in our heartbeats?" And Derek hadn't heard any. He had been listening and both Chris and Allison's heartbeats had been steady. "Allison and I left when everyone started going crazy. The hunt's heading here. I don't know when or how many but they're coming."
Derek, now looking at Laura, replied to his twin sister. "I don't know."
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That night, Derek called a pack meeting. Some members of the pack like Liam, and Jackson lived on the Hale property along with the three siblings. Scott, Lydia, and Stiles lived with their parents, but spent a lot of time at the property as a pack.
"We're not strong enough." It was the first thing that came out of Derek's mouth that night. "What Argent told us today, if it's true, we don't stand a chance as we are."
The group of young adults(and teenager in Liam's case) looked up at Derek, their expressions solemn.
"The numbers that they have, we'd just be overwhelmed." Derek paused and looked at his twin sister, Laura. "We don't know how many people in this town are supernatural, we've never known. Even our mother hadn't known. The Nemeton attracts them here, but most are smart enough to know how to hide themselves."
"We need to increase our numbers." Laura said. "We're strong, but we need at least two more members in order to even stand a chance against the Argents, but the more, the better."
Derek looked down and sighed. "It isn't safe in Beacon Hills anymore. The safest place that we can be is here. As a pack."
He looked up at the pack. While, maybe, they weren't too happy about the move, it was clear that they knew it was necessary.
"Bring your families, too." The Alpha added. He said nothing, but could see the relief blossom in their eyes, their worries eased slightly. "Anyone connected to us will become a target. We have enough rooms here to house everyone. If needed, we can always start building secondary houses on the property."
"Derek," it was Lydia who spoke, "how are we going to fight this? We can't...kill all those people."
"No," he looked down, "no we can't kill them all. But I'm not going to lie to you: there will likely be a time in the near future when you will have to kill." Derek swallowed. "I never wanted this, not for any of you. But they're shooting to kill and I'm not willing to lose any of you. If it comes down to you or them...choose you." A somber resignation rested in the eyes of his pack, but Derek knew they understood. "Now, I'm not telling you to go out recruiting any random people into the pack, but we need to build. Survival is our priority."
With that, the meeting ended and the group broke; Scott, Stiles, and Lydia going to call their parents and tell them the situation.
Half an hour later, a car pulled up in front of the Hale house. Laura hit a button to open up the gate that fenced in the property and then went outside with Derek, Scott, Lydia, and Stiles to meet the parents.
Immediately after climbing out of the car, Melissa McCall grabbed her son and pulled him into a fierce hug, before turning to Derek and doing the same. Derek returned her hug. She pulled away and took a deep breath before speaking. "Is it safe here?"
A pause. "As safe as it can be."
With the help of three werewolves and the other two kids, Natalie, Melissa, and Noah's belongings were quickly moved from the car into the house. Stiles had already set one of his father's bags down in a room and, when Scott went to bring his mother's bag to another room, she stopped him. "Oh, wait, Honey." Scott paused and Laura caught the grimace that flashed across Ms. McCall's face. "Uh, I meant to tell you later this week, but you got busy and there wasn't time-" She cut herself off, closing her eyes and taking a breath. "You can put my bag in Noah's room."
Scott's jaw dropped and Stiles' head popped around the corner of the doorway. "What?"
Noah sighed deeply and ran a hand over his face. "Boys...why don't you come with us and we'll explain." Laura caught Derek's eye across the room and was surprised to see him biting his bottom lip, shoulders trembling slightly in an effort not to laugh. Scott and Stiles, who was making some noise choking/gasping/squeaking noise hybrid, were both yanked into the aforementioned bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them.
The room was silent for a moment. A throat cleared. "Carry on, everyone." A very amused looking Alpha said.