Disclaimer- I own nothing Teen Wolf related. I do, however own a small stuffed wolf that I've named Stiles Hale. Yeah...

A/N- So...um...yeah. I have absolutely no excuse for why this took so long. I feel really guilty. *Hangs head in shame* All I can say is sorry for the wait. And thanks so much for the reviews and alerts. You guys really rock! This one's a bit short, but I promise the next chapter (the finale) will be longer. Hopefully you guys don't hate me too much for making you wait...And reviews are always appreciated and wanted and needed...Anywho, on with the tale...

Derek was on his way back to the Range when he felt a sudden pull in his chest. Suddenly on alert, he looked around, all senses alive. Scott, who was just a few steps behind him, stopped as well.

"Derek?" He asked, but Derek held up a hand to quiet him. Without warning, he began racing through the woods. Scott, sensing trouble, followed closely. They came to a part of the woods where Stiles scent was apparent. Derek, now in wolf form, followed the scent with increasing anxiety. Scott changed as well, his whole body on alert. It was much easier to read Derek's emotions this way, and Scott could feel the panic growing in him. He couldn't begin to understand what had happened, but they followed Stiles' scent until they reached the parameters of the Range.

"No!" Derek growled. He looked around wildly, following the scent until it disappeared. They ran for another mile and a half, and Derek stopped. Scott came up behind him and they found tire tracks. They followed for as long as they could, but the tracks soon disappeared. Once they realized this, Derek began a slow, deep growl. Scott, sensing danger, backed away several paces. He could feel Derek's rage growing, and was almost overwhelmed by it. Suddenly Derek stood up straight, arched his back and gave a horrific wailing howl. Derek had never howled like this, Scott had never seen him lose control. But he was witnessing firsthand the rage an Alpha could exhibit. It terrified him, but something else happened in him as well. He'd only felt it once before, in the hallways of his school at night when Peter had tried to make him kill his friends. A savage instinct took hold, and even though Scott recognized it, it still scared him. Emotions ran through Scott, who knew he was feeling them secondhand. They flowed through Derek, and Scott felt them too, like rolling waves crashing through him again and again. Rage, terror, panic, but there was something else. It took Scott a second to recognize it, but once he did, he felt it completely. There was really only one word for it. Revenge. This scared Scott, but he knew he'd follow Derek anywhere if it meant getting Stiles back. Because Stiles disappearing wasn't a coincidence. Someone took him because of the wolves. Of that, Scott was certain. Scott wasn't sure what to do. He looked at Derek, and let his own anger wash over him. He wanted nothing more than to rip whoever had taken Stiles from limb to limb. But right now, Derek was his Alpha, and he must obey. Without a word, they turned around and ran back to Lupus Range.

...

Stiles opened his eyes slowly, an unfamiliar sight meeting him. It was dark outside, he could tell through the dirty window to his left. He was on a hard, cold cement floor. His vision swam for a second, and waves of nausea swept over him. His whole body tingled, his muscles felt numb, almost unattached. Taking deep breaths, he opened his eyes, fully taking in his surroundings. He was on his side, and found that trying to get up wasn't an option as someone had chained his hands behind his back. He felt the cold metal around his wrists, and tried, despite his feet also being chained, to at least move into a sitting position.

"Looks like the pups finally awake." A voice drifted over to him coming from somewhere to his right. He quickly lay his head back down as blood went rushing to his head. He dizzily lay down, and stayed still a moment. "What's the matter, not feeling too well?" The voice asked sarcastically. Stiles couldn't seem to find his voice, but forced himself to sit up. He tried to focus his eyes on something solid when he felt a painful pull in his stomach. He leaned over and vomitted. "Aw, looks like the pup can't handle his medicine." The voice came closer and two hands pulled his face up. He blinked, a blurry female face came into focus.

"How much tranquilizer was in that dart?" Another voice asked, this one male.

"Enough to bring down a werewolf." The girl said. Stiles was only half listening. Another jab in his stomach, and more vomit followed. "Though, it may have been a teensy bit more than necessary."

"Dammit, Angela, if this one dies how do you propose we get information?" The male voice came closer, and Stiles felt more hands on his face. A blinding light appeared, and he blinked away from it. "Well, he seems to be alright for the time being. Pupils are a bit dilated, but nothing life-threatening." The flashlight left his line of vision, and he tried to force himself to focus. The last thing he remembered was jogging through the woods. He had fallen, and sprained his ankle. He twisted it gingerly, and felt a stab of pain. Definitely sprained.

"See, Charles, he'll be fine." Angela said. "Well, he won't be fine for long, but he'll be fine enough for questioning. Once we get what we need, he'll be easy to dispose of." There was an evil giggle and she was quiet. Something about this woman scared Stiles. Her merciless laugh, her careless way of saying he'd be 'disposed of'. It all reminded him of a certain other sadistic wolf-hunter. One that had gotten her throat ripped open. Because he was certain that's what these two were. Hunters. And, Stiles realized grimly, they thought they'd caught a wolf. He didn't want to think what they'd do to him if they found out he wasn't a werewolf. Probably kill him then and there. They obviously didn't have a problem killing, he thought.

By this time, he was starting to get feeling back in his limbs, all of which were very sore. He must have gotten a cramp in his leg at some point, because it was throbbing painfully. He tried to work his hands out of the chains, but it was useless.

"Don't bother, mutt." Angela said teasingly. "You're not getting out, and once you're able to talk, there will be no point in escape." She giggled again, this time watching the look of fear on Stiles' face. He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He had only one hope now, and though it seemed almost impossible, he'd learned to believe in the impossible. Concentrating as hard as his still-drugged brain would let him, he thought of the only hope he had. Derek, Stiles thought, if you can sense me, now would be the time to show it. He could see Derek's face clearly in his mind, and it filled him with love and hope. Derek had never let him down before. He prayed this time wouldn't be any different.

"Alright, enough waiting around." Charles said, walking over to Stiles. "Lets see what you know." He lifted Stiles, whose legs still felt numb, and roughly pulled him to a chair in the middle of the otherwise empty room. It was a small room, dingy and musty. Stiles had no idea where they were, whether or not they were even near the city. Charles adjusted the chains so that Stiles was now unable to move from the chair. Charles then headed for the door.

"I forgot to bring in my equipment, I'll be right back." Stiles was left with Angela, who watched him ravenously. Stiles tried to look away, but her deadly hazel eyes kept pulling him back. She smiled after a moment, her features twisting into a menacing sight.

"We're gonna have fun, you and I." She said sweetly, dangerously. "You're the first one we've caught from Lupus in a very long time. I'll give one thing to Lorenzo, he knows how to keep us out. But now that we've got one of his dear mutts, it'll only be a matter of time before he comes looking. And all those little pups he keeps nice and safe...let's just say once he's out of the way, picking them off will be all too easy." Stiles couldn't believe it. He was just a pawn, bait to get to Lorenzo. But I don't belong to Lorenzo. Stiles thought. I belong to Derek. And he'll come to find me. And Scott won't be far behind. The thought of Derek and Scott being captured by these two terrified Stiles. I never should have come here! He thought angrily. Derek always thought he was putting me in danger because of what he is. But I'm putting him in danger by being human! The thought of putting Derek in danger made him sick. If anything happened to him...Stiles wouldn't be able to live with himself. He wouldn't want to. The door opened and Charles walked back in. Stiles steeled himself. Whatever they did to him, he would not give them information. He would hold out as long a he could. Resolved to his decision, he watched Charles walk toward him.

...

Derek and Scott reached the Range in less than fifteen minutes. They'd been running at full speed, and Scott was completely winded, but Derek didn't slow. They ran to the far side of the camp as Lorenzo appeared from the trees.

"What has happened?" He asked calmly.

"Hunters!" Derek barked. "Hunters have taken Stiles!" A look of concern passed over Lorenzos face, and he turned toward the jeep he kept parked near his hut.

"Follow." They didn't need to be told twice. They hopped in the jeep, and Lorenzo started the engine. "Evanna, Demetri, you're in charge!" He called. Even though Scott didn't know where the two wolves were, he knew they'd heard. They sped off through the trees following an almost impossible path. They were heading toward the small brick building where they'd first met Lorenzo. Pulling up, Derek jumped out before the jeep was even stopped. Scott had never seen him this upset, and felt it himself. He followed Derek and Lorenzo into the building. They flew up the stairs, and Derek barged into the second door down the narrow hallway. It was buzzing with surveillance equipment. Scott looked at the screens which showed every inch of Lupus Range. Derek immediately sat down at one of the computers and his fingers crawled over the keyboard. Scott bent down next to him, and watched as Derek brought up the history of the last four hours from cameras labled A, E, and G. Lorenzo, meanwhile, was looking through some other equipment on the other desk. Derek hissed as he saw footage of Stiles jogging through the woods. He enhanced the images, and switched cameras so they matched. They watched Stiles from two different angles jogging through the woods. Derek snarled as he saw Stiles trip and fall down into a ravine. He was lost on camera for a few minutes, but Derek was able to bring up an image of him as he attempted to get himself out. He limped badly for a second before stopping and looking down at his arm. Derek stared intently at the screen, enhancing the image as far as it would go. He growled savagely as he noticed the dart sticking out of Stiles' arm. Suddenly Stiles fell over and was hauled up by a man. A woman came into the shot, and they exchanged a few words before dragging an unconscious Stiles further away. They soon lost all footage, as the man and woman were now out of range of the cameras. Scott watched Derek tensely as he bared his fangs and growled.

"Lorenzo." He muttered.

"I know who they are." Lorenzo said, now printing out some papers. "I've dealt with them before. They killed one of my students eight years ago. They had attempted to get information from her about Lupus, but she wouldn't give. Since then I've kept on the lookout for them, but they've kept a low profile. Lately however, I've seen evidence that their active again. I never thought they would dare come this close to camp. Not after last time. I was able to take out three of their members, but those two are crafty and hard to track. If I had any idea that they would even attempt to come near Lupus, I would have warned you straight away."

"Names." Derek barked. He was still in half-wolf form, and his agitation and impatience were apparent.

"Charles is the male, and the female is Angela." Lorenzo said, handing Derek the papers. Derek scanned them. "You want to be careful, Derek. They're dangerous. Probably some of the most dangerous I've seen. And they're completely unfeeling. They will kill you in a heartbeat if you let them."

"Stiles isn't like us, though." Derek said. "He's completely innocent."

"They won't see it that way." Lorenzo shook his head. "If they find out they've abducted a human, all they'll see is a traitor to their kind. You'd better hurry. He might not have much time." Derek nodded.

"Thank you." He said before turning and racing back down the stairs, Scott on his heels.

...

"If you promise not to make this difficult, we'll promise to make it quick and painless." Angela purred in Stiles' ear. He tried to move his head away, but found it difficult. The chains were beginning to chafe his wrists, and he could feel the raw skin begin to irritate.

"I've never been all that good with promises." He replied as neutrally as he could. He didn't want them to know how scared he really was.

"Is that so?" Angela said. "We'll just see if we can change that." And she took the leather bag Charles was holding and opened it. Charles leaned against the wall, watching. He wore an almost bored expression.

"Lets not drag this out, Angela." He said.

"But thats the best part." She pouted. He raised an eyebrow, and she rolled her eyes. "Fine. Lets start with an easy one. Where exactly is Lupus Range located?"

"What, it's not on your map? I'd call that a manufacturing mistake." Stiles replied. "Have you tried Google maps?" Angela just smiled.

"You've got a bit of lip, huh?" She chuckled. "Well well, we'll just have to remedy that." Without warning she backhanded him across the face. His vision swam for a second, but he looked back up at her. He could feel his lip bleeding.

"If that's how you react to some friendly advice, I'd say you've got some deep rooted issues. Maybe talk to a professional." Stiles said, which resulted in another backhand. She punched him when he lifted his head back up, and he felt blood running down his nose.. His face was really starting to hurt. Angela laughed and reached into the bag, and Stiles couldn't help his eyes widening as she pulled out a long silver knife.

"Yeah." She said, catching his expression. "Told you we're gonna have some fun. Now, let's try this again. Where exactly is Lupus located?"

"Gee, I was just about to tell you, but that last punch really made me a bit dizzy." Stiles managed to say. His mouth was dry, but he refused to let this woman get the better of him. "I think I might have some memory loss." Angela just chuckled.

"Such a shame to mess up such a pretty face." She purred. Stiles stiffened as she brought the knife to his cheek. He tried not to cry out as he felt the blade cut into his skin, but a strangled grunt escaped his mouth. He felt blood run down his cheek and onto his shoulder. He gripped the chains around his wrists, trying to ignore the pain. There was a knock on the door. Angela sighed and stood up.

"Tell me that's not who I think it is." She said. "Just when we were getting to the good part." Charles opened the door, and Stiles saw another man enter. This one was older and had an eyepatch. And I thought the torture scene couldn't get anymore cliche, he thought sarcastically. He winced as he moved his mouth around trying to feel how deep he'd been cut. More blood dripped down his face.

"There's a problem." The new man said. "We've been hailed."

"To where?" Angela walked over to him. "We just caught one, or did Julius not get our message?" She sounded indignant, whipping her head angrily. "No, no this isn't happening. Not again." Charles placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Angela, you know that we-"

"No, Charles!" She smacked his hand away furiously. "It's taken us eight years to track one down. Eight years, Charles! And I'm not leaving here until we have something that we can actually use!" She rounded back on Stiles, blade still in hand. He braced himself, but she just stared at him, eyes barely more than slits.

"What is it?" Charles asked. Angela didn't answer, but looked back down at her dagger, and then crossed over to Stiles. She grabbed his head harshly, twisting it so she was staring at the fresh cut across his cheek. She cursed, the word spitting from her mouth like venom.

"What's the problem?" The new guy asked, watching Angela warily.

"This blade is pure silver." She said, gazing at Stiles, who just as adamantly stared back. Charles walked over and looked at Stile's face.

"Dammit!" He yelled. "How the hell did this happen, Angela?"

"I don't know!" She shouted back, "I watched them all! I watched for weeks! Don't you dare blame this on me!"

"Julius is going to have our asses, Angela. And probably a lot more than that." Charles hissed, striding over to stand in the opposite corner. "We'll be lucky to get out of this mess alive."

"One of you two idiots care to tell me just what the hell is going on?" Eyepatch asked, still standing in the door.

"I just sliced this little bastards cheek open." She said pointing at Stiles.

"And?" Eyepatch said, clearly as lost as Stiles.

"The blade is silver, Einstein!" She said, as if that cleared anything up. "The skin around the cut should be boiled, the blood turning dark." She motioned a hand at Stiles' face. His heart dropped. He'd known the effect silver had on wolves. He would've smacked himself if his hands weren't so tightly bound behind him. "Instead," Angela continued, turning her piercing and furious eyes back to Stiles, "it's just a regular cut. Which means he's not a werewolf."

"What?" Eyepatch exclaimed. "What are you saying, what the hell are you saying?"

"This is just some teenager." Charles said in a low voice.

"Uh-uh, no godamm way!" Eyepatch said. "I'm not involving myself in this anymore. I stuck my neck out for you two too many damn times. If Julius finds out he has to clean up a kidnapping, you'll be lucky if he doesn't kill you! I'm out, and I mean it this time! I delivered the message, and now I'm out. Don't call me." And with that, he was out the door and gone. Stiles had no choice but to watch as Angela and Charles turned on him.

"What the HELL were you doing at Lupus Range?" Angela shouted. "And don't even pretend you don't know about the wolves. Why the hell was a normal human there, Lorenzo has NEVER let a human enter his-" She stopped, her eyes going wide. "No..." She breathed.

"What now?" Charles asked.

"I thought I recognized him. I watched their cab pull away from the hotel they were staying at. There were two teenagers, both of who I presumed were new recruits. But the third...I can't believe I didn't recognize him right away." She walked over to the black duffel bag sitting by the door, dug through it for a few seconds, and produced a folded sheet of paper. Charles looked at it, and hissed.

"Well well well." He said. "Welcome back Derek Hale..."

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So there's that. Hope you liked. Reviews/Comments appreciated. Also, stay tuned and whatnot...