TWO MONTHS AGO.

Everything… hurt. Holy god, did he get hit by a train or something? Oh wait, no that train was Deucalion. Punching him several times in the face. With claws.

Stiles groaned, rolling over to work out where he was, memory a blurry haze of fighting. The sound of an engine rumbling told him he was in some kind of vehicle, judging by the spacious interior he was in that allowed him to lie down and still not touch any walls, he guessed he was in a van of some sorts; going wherever. It was dark. Horribly dark. Uusally his enhanced vision allowed him to see in the dark, but no light was able to reach the interior of the supposed van so he was confined to inky blackness. As he attempted to sit, his stomach exploded with pain making him thump back against the floor and cough harshly, throat dry and scratchy.

Closing his eyes for a moment he tried to remember what happened…

*Flashback*

"Come on Spiderman, is that all you've got?" Kali sneered at him as he was catapulted across the room by another much larger werewolf. Jeez, werewolves, who knew? Like three months ago he would have laughed at anybody who told him they existed.

Stiles flipped her off, stumbling back to his feet "If I say yes will you leave me alone?" a table was thrown at him but he swiftly dodged "I'll take that as a no." he cringed, flipping up on top of a counter and beginning to throw a punch at the large werewolf who'd thrown him earlier, his fist was caught and twisted making him yelp in pain and fall to his knees, making him eyelevel with the asshole. "Has anybody ever told you that you have really bad breath? Seriously dude, my god… I'm just telling you because I know I'd want to know if- opohm" he groaned as the large man punched his gut to shut him up, Kali pouncing up on the counter and securing his other arm.

"Shutup." The man growled.

"Shall we teach him what wolves do to spiders, Ennis?" Kali purred, fingers dancing up Stiles back making him squirm uncomfortably.

Tapping on the floor send chills up his spine. Fuck.

"Kali, kali. You're scaring our young prodigy." Deucalion entered the room, keeping up the blind man act. Stiles knew full well somehow that guy could still see. "Spider, it's been a while."

"not long enough." Stiles responded through gritted teeth, trying not to wince at the pain shooting up his arm from the awkward angle he was being held at.

Deucalion grinned, stopping in front of him and folding up his metal walking stick, emphasizing the clicking it made "Have you considered my proposal?"

Stiles scoffed, letting his head droop slightly "yeah, it's still a big, fat fuck you."

The older man sighed dramatically "well, that's not exactly the answer I was hoping for. There's no need to be rude about it. However, I'm afraid I must insist. I didn't travel here to take no for an answer."

Kali hummed "Let's unmask the spider, shall we Duke?"

"unmask him indeed. I'd be glad to see the face of the one who's managed to avoid me for a whole month now." Deucalion nodded with a small smirk.

Kali traced her fingers up his spine towards his head and his spidey sense went haywire. Finding a burst of energy he sprung upwards with all his might and used one leg to kick Kali off from him and twisted his body to then kick Ennis off him, both werewolves flying into the walls of the room. He wasted no time spraying them with webs to pin them down, ensuring it was enough to pin them in place for a little while.

Stiles landed on the ground in front of Deucalion in a crouching position "you wanna give it a shot old man?"

Deucalion chuckled lightly "I thought you'd never ask." He commented then began shifting into a werewolf, placing the cane on the counter, his skin turning black and the crimson in his eyes spreading to cover the whole eye. Stiles gaped in surprise. That didn't happen with all the other werewolves he'd fought these past few weeks…

Deucalion ran at him with a growl, swiping at him but he swiftly dodged and jumped upwards on top of the man, grasping onto his back and hoping to dear god he wasn't about to get himself killed. Without hesitating he began shooting webs into Deucalion's face to block his vision further, the webs thickening the more he shot. Deucalion's body went rigid, proceeding to shake violently.

Stiles suddenly regretted his decision.

A loud roar emitted from the man who threw him backwards to the ground in one single motion, claws out and scratching at his own face wildly, tearing through the webs then facing Stiles with a bloodthirsty look about him. Before Stiles could even turn to run Deucalion was on top of him, claws digging into his flesh; out to kill. Stiles yelled in pain, hot tears burning his eyes as blood began pouring from his stomach, suit ripping easily. Deucalion finally regained some sense and retracted his claws, instead punching Stiles repeatedly in the face, still in a feral state from being blinded by the webs. Punch after punch sent his head snapping sideways, the force of the punches almost knocking him out of consciousness.

Stiles somehow found the will through his now foggy mind to whack Deucalion's arm away from his face and use the other to shoot another web in the man's face, enraging him further, but it gave Stiles a slit second to jump up, stumbling slightly into the counter. He needed to get out of here. Kali and Ennis were howling, almost free from the webs he'd trapped them in.

Quickly he grasped the metal cane from the table and sprinted towards the balcony, kicking the glass doors open and catapulting himself off into the air just as Deucalion tried to grab him.

His spidey sense abruptly frazzled as he reached out and arm to catch himself with a spider web, suddenly finding his limbs went limp as he free fell through the air, temporarily blacking out and coming back to within a few seconds. Horrified by how close the ground was he shot a web blindly, feeling it attach to a building so he tugged at it furiously, ignoring the burning in his stomach, and glided straight into the side of a building across the road with a bone breaking splat, falling to the ground dizzily.

The roar was what made him move. Everything hurt, his vision was dimming by the second, but he hauled himself up, clinging to the wall desperately for support. There was no way he'd be able to run away successfully before passing out. So, in a quick act of stupidity he picked up the cane he'd swiped and jumped into the back of an open van behind some crates, the driver just coming out of a house completely oblivious to what just happened and closed the doors, the engine starting up following shortly after.

*End of flashback*

Stiles groaned again at the memory, feeling a cool metal in his grasp. Great, he just stole a cane from a blind demon wolf who most certainly wanted to now murder Stiles' ass repeatedly until he was a blobby pile of gloop.

Slowly he sat up, feeling his belly in the darkness and wincing at the torn, damp material. Shit, he hadn't healed yet. He was definitely needing stitches. He had a good healing factor but… it wasn't freaking amazing or anything; he could still easily bleed out.

Somehow, he maneuvered his way out of the spider costume, laying in just his boxers and tying the suit around his belly to try and stop the bleeding. How long had he even been out? It could have been hours for all he knows. Was he dreaming right now? Was this real?

Hesitantly he began pounding against the side of the van, an alarming need for fresh air overcoming him "hey" he croaked out, barely audible, so he tried again "Hey!" he called out slightly louder, slamming his fist against the metal again before letting it fall limply at his side in defeat. Fine, he'll just kick down the friggen doors. Groggily he got up onto his feet, swaying slightly and not completely in his right mind. Okay, one foot after another. One-

The van screeched to a stop sending him flying forward onto his stomach, forcing a shrilling scream from his lips as pain electrocuted up his body, tears spilling down his cheeks. it burnt. It burnt so bad.

Hurried footsteps met his ears, then light flooded the area, blinding him as he strained to lift his head, energy bleeding from him. "Holy fuck" a man's voice bit out. "kid what the hell?! How'd you get back here? I'm calling the police- shit are ya bleeding?" he continued, jumping in the van and rushing over. Now that he'd come slightly more into the dark Stiles could make out his features more clearly. It was a middle-aged man, a dark beard, green eyes… shit his vision is dimming again. "Hey, kid stay with me"

"hgm- need… stitches…" he managed to get out. "Stop the bleeding."

"I'm calling an ambulance. Hang tight there." The man said, grabbing a phone out his pocket.

Stiles flailed, probably ripping his wound more "no! no cops." He tried to get up but ended up collapsing back down, wailing again.

The man paused dialing in the number "I'm calling an ambulance ya need medical shit done. Get some doctors working on ya."

"No…m'fine.. they'll lock me up…" he mumbled hazily, eyes drooping.

There was a distinct pause before the man flipped him over and began examining him, tugging at the material which made Stiles moan outload in protest. "oh fuck, how the hell did you… wait… I know this suit. Fuck. Are you Spiderman? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck kid."

Stiles was desperate. "no cops." He repeated then fell out of consciousness again.

When he came too yet again, he was sat in the passenger's seat of the van, night having fallen over them, headlights of passing cars blinding him slightly. For a moment he didn't realize his stomach no longer hurt… and he wasn't in just his boxers. Stiles ripped up the baggy brown t-shirt that had been placed over him to reveal a scab of what the wound had been, stitches evidently done shabbily to help it heal.

"hey, you're awake" a voice said next to him.

Stiles head snapped sideways to see the same guy from earlier "you... you helped me. why."

The guy shrugged "aint every day you find Spiderman bleeding out in just his boxers in the back of your van."

His stomach dropped "oh, my god." He breathed, beginning to panic. Some total stranger now knew his face. His real face. What if he'd leaked it to the world?

"Quit shitting ya panties, I aint gonna tell anybody kid." The man assured him with a short chuckle, reading his mind "aint really found a reason to. How's your stomach? Tried my best to patch it up... didn't have any bandages though. Those clothes are some of mine… kind of big for you but it's better than nothing." He asked.

"I'll be fine, thanks" he nodded slowly "it'll heal."

"how'd you get that anyway?"

"got in a fight with the wrong kind of guy." He admitted gloomily "I kind of got my ass handed to me. I won though. Sorta"

An audible snort sounded besides him "That so. So, what in the shit made you jump into the back of my van?"

"Because if I didn't I was going to die, horrifically, brutally, and painfully." He said, leaning his head against the window, finding the chill on the glass quite refreshing. "hey, how long have we been in this thing?"

"bout 24 hours now."

"24- what?! Where are we going? Africa?" he blurted in surprise.

"I'm moving to Beacon hills, got family there waiting for me. Girlfriend kicked me out. Kind of got my ass handed to me as well." He said, pointing out a bruise on his temple. Stiles took that moment to really take in his appearance; brunette, kind of square faced with a slightly to large forehead, thin lips and blue eyes. Redneck style clothes, and a cocktail stick in the corner of his mouth. He looked like the kind of guy your mother told you to stay away from. He seemed… nice though.

"Beacon Hills? That's in California" he stated in slight shock.

The guy shrugged "I can drop you off at a service station. Can borrow my phone if you want, got somebody you can call?"

Stiles face paled. He did. He could call somebody. But if he called… if he went back… their life was constantly in danger thanks to the alpha pack currently inhabiting New York searching for him. Well fuck. He was also far too weak to do anything other than sit in the passenger seat for now.

"uh.. no. no it's fine… actually if you wouldn't mind letting me tag along I'd appreciate it. "he finally decided, thinking it better he ran for now. The alphas would be out to kick his ass, and he couldn't take much more ass kicking.

"aint a problem." The man nodded "I'm Brian, by the way. Brian O'Donnell. You got a name or shall I just call ya Spiderman."

Stiles actually managed to smile at that, feeling a bit more comfortable around Brian now "it'd be a bit weird considering you've basically seen me naked. You can just call me Stiles." He said. Technically that name wasn't traceable since it's not the one on his birth certificate.. so not that bad.

"Stiles? Now that's a name." Brian chortled in amusement. "Still can't believe the fucking Spiderman is sat in my van."

This was going to be a long journey…

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CURRENT TIME.

When Derek came to hours later he ended up kicking Isaac out from his apartment and going to sleep. He feared for his packs safety so wanted to disassociate himself from Isaac.

The following night he found himself pacing his apartment with Peter, Boyd and Cora watching him intensely with worry-stricken eyes. Peter sat in his usual spot on the spiral staircase where Cora simply stood with folded arms besides the window. Boyd seemed happy leaning over the table. Nobody had dared break Derek from his thoughts for over an hour now. Isaac was scheduled to arrive soon, so somebody was going to have to pipe up sooner or later.

"I'll say it. We need to call Deaton." Cora stated firmly.

"no."

"Who else knows more about the supernatural than him?" Cora argued. "what even is a werespider? I didn't know they existed."

Peter sighed "a werespider? It's… certainly strange to hear of, but not impossible to believe in. After all, Werewolves aren't the prime supernatural creature out there. You faced a Kanima last year, Derek. If there are lizard people why can there not be spider people?"

Derek huffed "I don't care. How are we supposed to find it?"

Peter cocked his head to the side "Wait for it to find us, I suppose. Just to clarify, we are now hunting this thing, right?"

"We don't have a choice." Derek said, stopping besides his sister to glare out the window at the rain. "Deucalion wants the werespider more than he wants me, if we catch it maybe we could strike a deal."

"That's exactly what he wants you to do. He wants you to catch it for him. It's all part of his so-called plan. If Deucalion is asking for your help then it's a trap. Do you honestly believe that he'd ask for your help to catch something he's been hunting without some kind of ulterior motive? he'll get both prizes for the price of one by making you do the work for him."

"Then we kill him." Derek decided.

"I wish it were that simple Derek." Peter retorted.

"No, maybe we could strike a deal if we catch the spider. Use him as a bargaining chip. Nobody gets hurt that way." Cora offered, fingers tapping her arm unsurely.

"Except Spiderman. I've seen this guy on the news, he helps people in New York. The daily mail is always up his ass about everything. From what I can tell he's a good enough guy." Boyd said, disapprovingly.

Derek stared angrily down at the parking lot from the window "Nobody in the pack gets hurt."

Peter nodded slowly "sacrifice the life of one to save the lives of the many. Except, Deucalion still wants you to kill someone in your pack and eventually all of us. If this deal you speak of goes south we've wasted all our time entrapping another."

Cora snorted "since when are you the moral one here."

Peter frowned "I'm not moral I'm logical."

"Well, we know where they are now, thanks to Cora and Boyd. So now is the opportunity to strike. Boyd did you get the layouts of the building like I asked?" Derek questioned, heading back to the table.

Boyd nodded, digging form his bag a large piece of paper and sprawling it out on the tabletop, weighing it down with his pencil case and a cup. "yeah, this is it."

"Good. Then let's figure out a way to kill him, and just him." He said, gesturing for the others to join him around the table to formulate a plan.

The front door suddenly slid open and he half expected Isaac to be stood there, but instead Scott came bounding in "I know where they are." He announced dramatically, skipping formalities.

Derek resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "same building as the Argents, we know."

Boyd turned to face Scott "Cora and I followed the twins."

"Then they want you to know." Scott replied gravely, joining them at the table.

"or more likely they don't care." Peter corrected.

"What is this?" Scott asked, peering over the map Boyd had placed on the table.

Peter smirked "isn't it obvious? The schemers are scheming. Coming up with a coup de main, better known as pre-emptive strike."

"you're going after them?" Scott asked like a kicked puppy.

"Tomorrow. And you're gonna help us, " Derek decided.

.

Tomorrow evening rolled along faster than everybody was comfortable with, Scott had refused to help willingly and had gone lone wolf on the situation. Little did he know he was still part of the plan.

Scott was the plan.

Everybody followed him to an abandoned shopping mall where he was meeting up with Deucalion, Isaac at his side. They lurked in the shadows, watching as the two boys approached the motionless escalating stairs, Deucalion stood watching them blankly.

"you didn't come alone." He pointed out.

Scott nodded "yeah. This is Isaac." He introduced.

"I'm not talking about Isaac." Deucalion retaliated. That was Derek's que, he wolfed out and walked from the shadows.

Scott scowled "you knew I would do this? Derek, don't. we can't do this and no one gets hurt. If someone else dies- "

"Him." Derek cut Scott of, pointing at Deucalion "just him."

Deucalion had both hands resting on a cane "just me? now, how's a blind man find his way into a place like this all on his own?" he asked cockily, stone crumbling following his words as kali began sliding down one of the pillars to the ground, in complete werewolf form. Scott and Isaac back away as she growled at then, jumping when Ennis walked from behind them over to Deucalion. Boyd came out to join Derek with Cora as the twins jumped down from above, everybody taking fighting positions as a battle started brewing.

There was a silent moment where they all tried to stare each other down, then Derek roared and ran at Deucalion, being blocked by Kali who intercepted his attack. The twins joined together and growled at Isaac and Scott, Isaac instantly taking the bait and running into the fight. Scott hung back and surveyed Boyd and Cora taking on Ennis, then he rolled his eyes and transformed, running into fight as well as Isaac was thrown to the ground by the twins. He had the same fate, being thrown into the wall, breaking the stone to form an immense dent. Ennis grabbed hold of Cora and dug his claws into her back making her howl in pain, then he threw her to the ground.

All of them were being battered by the Alpha pack, ending with them all eventually on the ground being pinned down except Derek. Boyd rolled over, coughing up blood, which was enough for Deucalion to glance over at him.

"Kill him" he ordered Derek "The others can go. You're beaten, do it, Derek. Take the first step."

Everybody stared at Derek with wide eyes in anticipation, fear reeking from Boyd's body. Kali bared her teeth "are we serious with this kid? Look at him. He's an alpha? To what? A couple of useless teenagers?" she said, foot pressing down on Cora' throat.

"Some have more promise than others." Deucalion responded, glancing at Scott for a second.

"let him rise to the occasion then. What'll it be Derek, pack or family?" Kali asked menacingly, eyes glowing red as she pushed down more on Cora making the girl gasp and claw at Kali's feet helplessly.

"Just one Derek. Then you can go, as long as you remember the other half of our bargain." Deucalion said, knowing full well he had Derek caught in a trap. "tell you what, I'll make a better deal for you. Kill him, find the spider for me and I'll let all of you go free."

That led to a heavy silence… until…

"aw, are you looking for me?" A new voice gushed jubilantly as a slender figure swung down from the above, crossing the room acrobatically in one swift motion; landing a kick to Deucalion's side as he passed by. The alpha pack all roared as Derek's pack froze in surprise.

"Spider." Deucalion hissed, steadying himself with one hand clinging the escalator barrier tightly.

"man. Spiderman." The voice corrected whimsically, echoing around the building as red eyes flashed around trying to desperately discover its source..

Kali growled "Face us you coward!" she screamed.

An amused chuckle bubbled and he swung down again from a different location, kicking kali this time so that she stumbled off Cora. "ok, no problem."

Kali screamed again as he disappeared, swiping her claws after him "Get down here!"

Deucalion shot Kali a glare "kali." He said warningly, forcing her to back down slightly, then he looked up into the shadows "you do pick your times, don't you?" he muttered irritably.

A slender form no taller than Scott, glided once more then flipped midair, catching the landing on the ground at the bottom of the escalating stairs with an over dramatic bow "Heya Dukey! Did you miss me!" the person sang, lifting himself back up from the bow. "long time no see, is that a new cane? Looks good, man. Sorry to crash your little party here… hang on" he examined the scene with faux confusion "is all this for me? aw you really shouldn't have… I mean I'm touched, but maybe take me out to dinner rather than murder a bunch of teenagers to get my attention… as romantic as the notion is."

Deucalion remained calm, simply staring at the boy as if analyzing his weaknesses "you're a hard person to find."

Spiderman gasped loudly, jabbing a thumb to his chest "Me? now that's a compliment coming from you. It kind of implies I was avoiding you though.. which I was, don't get me wrong. As it turns out, you're a hard guy to avoid. So, how about we wrap up this little werewolf massacre business you've got going on and talk it out, huh?"

"Because I'm afraid you've become a flea to me, with our last encounter I'm not so certain talking is going to provide a resolution anymore." Deucalion replied.

Derek lunged at the werespider who simply sidestepped him and whacked his back, sending him straight to the ground. Then he put his hands on his hips angrily "is he for real? I try to save him and his little packs lives and he attacks me! Rude." He commented, brushing off his blue and red suit from where dust had begun coating it.

Kali growled again "Duke, let me take him. I'll tear that mask from his face and make him eat it."

"Kali, lovely seeing you too. Toenails are longer I see. Disgusting as usual then." Spiderman nodded to her, and even though he wore a mask it was clear in his voice that he was grinning.

She took a threatening step towards him, "don't test me- "

"Leave him be, Kali. We're not finished yet." Deucalion ordered sharply and she once more backed down, beginning to circle Spiderman non-the-less predatorily. "This is effectively your last chance before I give in to my instincts and stop playing Mr. Nice Guy."

Spiderman scratched his head "you do it so well though."

"silence." Deucalion hissed "I've spent too long searching for you. Now, do as I ask and come with me or I'll kill everybody in this room starting with that boy down there." He growled, pointing his cane towards Boyd who was pressed against the ground with blood dribbling from his mouth.

The masked boy nodded "That's kinda psychopathic big D, can I call you Big D? actually scrap that it sounds kind of wrong. Sorry. Anyway, you know, I'm not gonna come with you, alright. But I will say that you might want to cover your eyes." He said, shooting a glance to Derek.

Everyone seemed confused for a moment, then an arrow whistled through the air, landing by the twins and exploding with bright light, forcing them to break apart. Then more began hitting the ground around the werewolves making kali scream.

Deucalion ducked fearfully "your eyes… cover your eyes!" he commanded.

Light blinded them all, forcing the alpha werewolves to stumble back which gave Derek's pack the chance to free themselves and jump up. From the second floor stood a girl wearing a knee length coat, bow in hand; Allison Argent.

When it finally dimmed everyone was back where they started, growling and eying one another up.

Stiles POV.

He didn't exactly want to be there but he was… considering he'd seen this stupid pack try to fight off the alpha pack for like a month now. It was sort of his fault… Deucalion would have gotten to this pack eventually anyway but… it was still kind of his fault that they were suffering right now. So, he took responsibility for it and followed them today to make sure none of them got themselves killed with this absurd plan they'd come up with.

How did it make any sense to face an alpha pack with a pack of beta's?

Deucalion and he had a short one to one, and now they're all fighting again. Stiles rolled his eyes beneath the mask as he watched the werewolves all run at each other for round 2, all growls and howls style. He was now perched up on a beam above the floor they were fighting on. Why did werewolves have to fight about everything?

With a short sigh he saw Ennis run at a significantly smaller werewolf with brown hair who visually rose to the challenge but Stiles read his 'oh fuck I'm so dead' expression pretty well. So, he leapt from the beam and swung down, crashing straight into Ennis; sending them both hurtling sideways across the floor. The alpha rolled over and roared in his face, using one hand to pin him down by the neck.

Stiles coughed "oh my god, have you still not figured out what a toothbrush is?" he choked, hands fumbling to pry Ennis's form his neck. A figure grasped Ennis and tugged him back, Stiles saw it was the questionably good alpha who tried to tackle him earlier despite Stiles efforts to save him and his pack. Honestly it was so rude that Stiles nearly just left. But here he is.

The good alpha began fighting with Ennis as the pair engaged in their own one on one battle. Stiles sat up, nodding at the Beta he'd just saved and groaning as Kali came charging in his direction, jumping to his feet and shooting a web at her, then another at her feet forcing her to fall over, her fist pounded against the ground angrily with her leg thrashing to break free, which she did in a matter of seconds, coming at a run towards him again.

Stiles sat on the ground lazily and shot another web at her feet, and another, and another. She went crazy, thrashing about on the ground wildly to free herself. He snorted at her "sticky situation?" he jested, turning his attention back to the teen and the good alpha to ensure they were still alive.

His mouth fell open as he witnessed the good alpha wrestle Ennis on the edge of a massive hole that no doubt had a life-threatening drop. Now, that alone was nerve-wracking, but just to add to the shitty circumstances, the beta Stiles had saved from Ennis earlier dived at Ennis, clawing his legs so that they gave way, ending up with Ennis stumbling into the good alpha.

The pair of them frantically tried to remain stable whilst clinging on to one another, then they began falling backwards down the hole which if Stiles recalled correctly was a three-floor drop.

Stiles had never jumped up so fast in his life, sprinting and leaping over the shell-shocked teenager to sky dive down after the pair that were heading straight for the escalators on the bottom floor. He shot a web upwards that attached to the ceiling, then another at the good alpha, praying it reached him in time. It hit his chest, and Stiles tugged on the second web attached to the ceiling, jolting them both to a stop. Unfortunately, he hadn't acted quick enough and the good alpha's back hit the floor with a bone breaking crunch, then his body bounced back upwards to dangle on the end of the web.

Breathing heavily, Stiles tied the webs together and slide down them as fast as possible, cutting the good alpha loose of the web and shielding him with his own body protectively as he watched Ennis's limp form besides them.

Several seconds passed before Ennis took in a shaky breath, eyes remaining shut. Stiles decided he was not conscious so turned back to the good alpha, desperately trying to listen for a heartbeat on his chest. After a few moments he heard a gentle thu-thump. Thu-thump.

He's alive...

Sighing in relief he sat back on the stairs and stared up, saluting to the teenager who was watching them both with alarmed yellow eyes. Then he got up and stretched, he better get outta here before the alphas come after him. As he turned to leave his thoughts drifted back to the good alpha, guilt trickling into him.

He can't leave the guy just led her like this… he could die or something…

Well good alpha attacked him earlier, is he actually good?

Ah, but he also saved him earlier.

But his pack is up there!

So is the alpha pack!

Stiles really needs to make some more friends so he stops having arguments in his head.

With a pout he kicked a stone and turned back to the unconscious alpha, grasping his overly muscly arm and attempting to pull him down the escalator, over Ennis, too the bottom. Which was relatively easy. Then he had to pull him all the way home.

"well, thanks a bunch, now I have to carry your ungrateful ass somewhere safe." He grumbled, beginning to web the guy into a cocoon so he didn't get injured even more on the journey, and attached another web as a leash, walking towards the exit and pulling along the guy who was shockingly heavy, howls ringing in the background.