Okay so I forgot to mention this before but obviously I don't own Teenwolf or any of it's character's. Anyways here's the next chapter. If you wouldn't remind giving it a review I would seriously appreciate it. Thanks, enjoy.

The doors of the van were thrown open and Stiles tensed. He pursed his lips and Derek watched his jaw move as he ground his teeth together in anger. Derek could barely see the people standing at the doors since he couldn't turn his head. One thing he was sure of though, they were people. Just people.

One of them jumped into the van and grabbed Stiles around the collar on his neck. He unchained him and immediately, Stiles began to struggle. The other man just punched Stiles, daring him and then wrestled him from the vehicle.

Furious at the fact that he could do nothing to help his friend Derek clenched his jaw so tight he felt like he might break his teeth. Two people jumped into the van and shackled Derek's hand and feet. Then two steel wires were pulled over his head. The wired were attached to long poles, similar to the ones used to keep feral dogs at a distance when animal control came to collect them. Derek growled. The men shimmied Derek to the door of the van and another climbed behind him.

"Ready?" The man who stood behind him asked his cohorts.

Each of the other men gripped their poles tightened and any slack on the wires so they cut into Derek's flesh.

"Good to go." One of them said.

"Ready."

Derek hadn't really expected the pain but when the strange contraption was ripped mercilessly from his body and all his senses came flooding back all at once it was more than Derek could take; he doubled over and vomited.

"Oops." The one behind him said as Derek finished spitting bile out of his mouth.

He wasn't given long to recover before he was yanked to his feet. The wire bit into him and stripped away the skin like it was nothing. Derek didn't dare struggle against it but none the less by the time he was lead into and abandoned office building and taken to his captors room of choice his neck was raw and bloody. Between this pain and the fact that he could barely breathe and the pain of the acupuncture collar he actually passed out for a few minutes when they pushed him to the floor. For about five minutes he was completely oblivious to his surroundings. It was the most peace he would have in some time.


"Derek?!"

'Who was that?' Derek thought. The voice was really familiar but it sounded like it was coming from a long ways off so he couldn't make it out.

"Derek!"

The person was shaking him now. Derek tried to drag himself back into consciousness.

Crack! A hand slammed into his face and Derek sat bolt upright. His eyes snapped open and focused on a woman with familiar auburn hair. Her hand was raised, ready to his him again if she needed to.

"Lydia?" Derek said, remembering what Stiles had said, "I thought you were living in London."

"We were," another voice behind her said. Derek looked over her shoulder and saw Jackson Whittemore. He had an ugly yellow bruise on his jaw and his jeans were torn but other than that he looked okay. Derek sat up and rubbed his neck, which was already healing.

"Did they go all the way to England to get you and bring you back here?"

Lydia nodded and Jackson just folded his arms and scowled.

Derek stood and brushed himself off. He looked around the room and saw far too many familiar faces. Chris Argent sat against the back wall, supporting Melissa McCall. The two of them whispered in hushed tones and looked at Derek when he stood. Chris' left eye was covered with an eye patch and the same side of his face was badly scared. He nodded to Derek then continued to whisper to Melissa. She smiled weakly at him before returning her attention to Argent.

A few feet away were Danny and Ethan. They stood together with their heads bowed. Neither of them spoke or moved. They just seemed to find reassurance and comfort in each others presence.

Derek noticed Deucalion pacing in tight circles, and glancing constantly at the door. Although Derek had believe Stiles when he said the Alpha had joined the pack but seeing it for himself he still felt surprised.

Finally Derek's eyes fell on Stiles again who was standing with his arms crossed, listening to Deaton, who looked, like everyone else in the room, worse for wear. They'd all changed noticeably. They were older now in more ways than one but none of them seemed to have changed as much as Stiles.

Derek's original train of thought was interrupted as he looked over the room again and noticed the missing members of the pack.

"Where's Scott?" He asked. "And Allison and Isaac?"

"Not here, thank God." Melissa said.

"No," Jackson said, glaring hatefully at the door. "Not yet."


Over the next hour, after being reassured that there was no way out of the room for either human or werewolf, Derek drifted from person to person, asking them how they'd been taken and how long ago. None of them had been here more than a week and none had seen their attackers coming. Danny and Ethan had been coming home from a date and everyone else had either been at home or at work.

"Okay, what I don't understand is that with exception of Stiles, Lydia, Jackson and myself the remainder of the pack all lives in Beacon Hills. Why aren't Allison, Isaac and Scott here?"

"Well, they aren't actually in town at the moment." Melissa said.

"What? Why not." Derek asked.

"Tori's pretty sick. They had to take her to a special hospital out of state. Tori actually had to be airlifted out but only Allison could go in the chopper so Scott and Isaac drove there together."

"So they're only safe for now," Stiles pitched in.

"Not really," Lydia said. "I mean they found Jackson and I and we were on the other side of the Atlantic for Christ sake. Stiles was in New York and Derek - where were you?"

"Boston."

"And Derek was in Boston. They managed to find all of us and get us all here in a very short amount of time. I'm sure they can find the others easily."

Everyone was quiet for a few minutes after that. Then Stiles spoke up, "Why though. Why bring us all back together? What's the purpose of bringing all of us here. If it's to lure Scott in like Deaton says why use us all? We know Scott, one of us is more than enough to draw him in."

"So he has no one to back him up?" Danny offered.

"That still doesn't explain why they brought the four who left the pack into this." Deucalion joined the conversation as well. "They were all to far away to be of any real help, if any of them even would. They've all got a lot of reasons to stay away from this town." No one argued the fact.

Just then the door to the room opened and a petite but fierce-looking woman with blond hair and dark grey eyes stepped into the room, flanked by several other men and women, each one armed to the teeth.

The woman in front smiled wickedly at the pack, "It's a little more complicated than the conclusions you crazy kids may be coming to."