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Two-Pack II
The moon was high in the sky, though mostly hidden by dark, stormy thunderclouds. Called the Dark Moon, the moon was currently at a point where it was the least visible in the sky, and was meant to signify a time of reflection and grief.
However, there was no time for reflection tonight, and the thudding sounds of many pairs of feet running around the woods were echoing through the entire reserve as the moon dappled the fallen leaves, the breath of all those within the forest that night visible in front of them. Silvery light occasionally washed over them as the noises of a forest rife with intruders echoed through the barren trees, the sounds of fallen leaves rising and falling with each footfall reaching the ears of the boy standing on top of an overlook, giving him an impressive view of the glittering town of Beacon Hills below him.
He was clad in a black long sleeved tshirt, jeans rippling in the wind as it whistled through the forest, a leather jacket wrapped around him as he stood, his tan skin cold in the night air. His hair, dark brown in colour, was styled with gel and combed to the side as opposed to his usual spiked fringe. The wind whistling through the wind did nothing to deter him as he scented and strained to get any sign of any of the intruders that were in the forest tonight. He stood on the overlook which had once meant so much to him, ears straining for any sound, and upon hearing the roar, his eyes opened revealing a glowing crimson.
"It's another Alpha alright." He said confidently, his eyes trailing to the guy standing beside him.
Slightly taller than he was, he was clad in a black vneck tshirt with black jeans, having come straight from work. He was also clad in a leather jacket, complete with a dark blue scarf that was wrapped snugly around his long neck, but unlike the Alpha beside him, he had a quiver on his back, filled with exploding arrows and arrows with silver tips. Pale in the moonlight, his dark blond hair swept away from his forehead to give him a quiff, he turned and looked at his boyfriend in concern.
"Yeah, but friend or foe?" he asked and Scott shrugged.
"Only one way to find out." He replied as Isaac readied an arrow in the bow he had brought with him.
In the three months since Allison had died at the hands of the Oni, Isaac had been using the various weapons left to him by her father, figuring they ought to do the pack some good while he was away in France. As a result, to Scott's delight (and slight arousal), Isaac had been practicing with these various weapons and had become more than proficient in handling a bow and arrow, though admittedly a smaller version than the one Allison could use, a crossbow, but his favourite weapon by far was the ring daggers that Allison had once stabbed him with several times, one of which was now in a pocket in the sleeve of his jacket and the other in the sock of his boot. Since Allison's death and Chris' departure for France, Isaac had been training with each of the weapons in turn, becoming a much more deadly force to be reckoned with than he had been previously.
While at first Scott had thought it would just be handy for Isaac to be able to protect himself (because between murderous Alphas, hunters, Nogitsunes, Oni and damaged electrical cabling, his boyfriend seemed to have a massive target painted on him wherever he went), in the past three months it had become rather a godsend. With the loss of Allison still playing heavily on all of them, they had been quite keen to take some time, to recover, rest, heal.
Fate however had had other ideas.
During the final battle with the Oni, one of the former twin Alpha werewolves, Aiden, had been run through by one of the demon soldiers and had died in his brother's arms. Scott had felt the death of one of his pack, and in a display of power that none of them had thought possible, rallied the power of everyone in the pack and poured it into his mortally wounded Beta, flooding him with the energy he needed to keep breathing, and by some miracle, Scott had saved his life, and after a month in the hospital (to Aiden's great disgust) he had been released, alive and well. However, according to Dr Deaton, the suspicious vet who also happened to be a Druid, by saving Aiden's life and pouring so much energy into him to keep him alive, Scott had basically announced his presence to a world that, other than one other Alpha who was on the run, had no idea that he had even existed.
Now of course that had all changed.
The last three months had seen more werewolf packs pass through the town than Scott had ever thought possible, all of them coming to investigate the new Alpha in charge of Beacon Hills. Add that to the creatures that were brought here by the mysterious power of the nemeton and Beacon Hills was the site of some sort of supernatural get together on any given day of the week. While some of those creatures passing through, and some of the packs coming through, had been more than friendly, more often than not the newcomers to the town were out for one thing and one thing only: to challenge the power of the local Alpha and claim Beacon Hills for themselves.
As a result, the pack, which was now responsible for the protection of the town, had seen off many potential threats, sending many a pack and creature packing, while making friends and allies of others, and this Alpha and his pack which were running through the preserve tonight was just another example of one of the many joys that came from being the apex predator in a town like this one.
You had to protect your territory.
"Let's go." Scott ordered, but just before they descended into the woods proper, his phone rang.
"Scott, my little sniffer dog here tells me there's more than one scent in the woods." Stiles reported from the other end, and both Scott and Isaac grinned as they heard Malia berate Stiles for calling her that.
"What else do you smell Malia?" Scott asked worriedly.
Having lived as a wild coyote for the better part of eight years, Malia had had a difficult time readjusting to life in normal human society, and clearly emphasised a survival of the fittest approach to things. However, while being a coyote she was similar to a wolf at heart, and as such played an important role in the pack, and her help had been invaluable since the town had become the marshal point for every nosey creature from here to Seattle. As she knew these woods like the back of her hand, her nose also knew these woods like the back of her hand, and had the most discerning sense of smell in the entire pack, and due to her father living on a farm at the edge of the woods, she was also the closest on hand and could smell every new thing moving through the woods, just as she had tonight.
Scott had been doing pull-ups on his door frame while waiting for Isaac to return from work when Malia had called, informing him that there was another pack in the woods, resulting in Scott summoning the entire pack in order to intercept the pack that could even now be heading into town with the express intention of causing trouble. Scott, being the Alpha of the town, was less than inclined to let that happen.
There had been enough death.
"There's more than that new pack coming through here, it kind of smells like the sheriff does when he comes home from work." She explained, and Stiles made a quizzical noise at the other end.
"What, like fries that he thinks I don't know he eats?" he asked, making Scott and Isaac grin.
"No, like guns." She said significantly, and Scott groaned.
Hunters.
"We knew that whatever took them all out hadn't gotten them all. How many are in an entire clan of hunters anyway?" Isaac demanded irritably, looking around darkly.
"Where are they headed?" Scott asked, ignoring Isaac's question, because he really didn't know, but the answer was obviously too many.
They had also been chasing off parties of hunters for the last three months as well, including one group that had stormed the penthouse where the twins lived. They had been rather surprised when they had been ambushed in the lobby by a pack of pissed off werewolves and beaten into submission before a delighted sheriff had come to take them all to prison where they belonged.
"They're heading deeper into the forest, but so is the pack I picked up on. Either way they're moving away from the nemeton." Malia reported and Scott frowned thoughtfully.
At least they were moving away from the evil tree stump that had caused them so many problems recently ever since Jennifer Blake had seen hit to grace the town with her presence.
"We're on our way. Stiles..." Scott warned and he heard his best friend, his brother, sigh mutinously.
"I know, I know, stay back. I can look after myself you know." He retorted bitterly, and Scott heard the sound of one of the Argent's tazers powering up.
"I know you can dude, sue me for not wanting my best friend to get ripped apart by a pack of angry werewolves being chased by a pack of angrier hunters." Scott told him curtly and hung up.
The two young werewolves took off through the trees, both of them ready for the slightest indication that they were getting closer to their quarry when as expected, Scott heard a roar echo across the forest, making him skid to a stop.
"Aiden." He said significantly, throwing himself into a run in a slightly different direction.
"What are we going for the shepherd thing again?" Isaac asked curiously from behind him, and Scott grinned back at him.
"Hey, you were the one who said we should try it when Ethan suggested it." He reminded him, and Isaac shrugged.
"Well yeah, it worked then, there weren't any hunters chasing the pack we chased off then. And besides...it gets boring doing the same things all the time." He said with a slight grin and Scott winked at him.
"How about I let you rough up a few hunters, that exciting enough for you?" he asked teasingly as Ethan gave a roar this time, and there was an associated roar from the Alpha the twins were pursuing.
The two wolves continued thundering through the forest and that was when they both heard it, the unmistakable sounds of machine guns being fired through the cold night air.
Panicking slightly and fearing the hunters had found one of his pack, Scott howled, seeking reassurance, receiving the appropriate number of responses in return but it did little to soothe him, if they could now hear the ammo being fired, that meant they were getting closer to them and the pack that they had come out after in the first place.
Isaac answered his ringing phone, eyes narrowed as he looked through the trees, trying to figure out where each of the rest of the pack was.
"What's up?" he asked brusquely.
"The twins have the pack, but they've got the hunters right behind them, we just saw them. There's six of them, all armed, machine guns by the looks of things, couple of crossbows and one guy has some sort of axe!" Danny explained, sounding less than impressed by the hunters choice of weapon and Isaac looked at Scott, who nodded grimly.
"Where are you two?" he asked.
"We're moving up on them now, they're faster than we are." Lydia explained as she and Danny tore through the woods after them, and Scott winced as the pack they were looking for gave a frightened howl.
The twins were getting a little too close to them for his liking. Time to end this little hunting party.
"Where we herding them to?" Isaac asked, ready to bolt in that direction.
"The pack have just passed the stream that Malia affectionately named." Danny responded, and Scott smirked, hearing the smile in his voice.
Malia, having no concept of keeping certain things to yourself, had called the stream running through the middle of the forest the 'Stream where Stiles and I had sex', and hence it had been named that ever since, despite Stiles protesting and after having berated Malia for telling the entire pack that.
"That means they're heading to-" Scott began.
"Malia's wreck site." Isaac finished.
All they would find there is the perfect set up for an ambush, and a rather deadly kitsune.
Scott roared, throwing the sound, making it clear where the pack was to head, and he heard the associated howls of the rest of his pack as he and Isaac stormed towards the ambush site, ready for a fight with both hunters and the opposing pack.
The older man, the Alpha of the pack, gasped weakly as they ran through the woods, the hunters hot on their tail, the sounds of their weapons getting closer. His wife looked at him worriedly, and his three children were clearly terrified, they needed to get out of this quickly, but the local pack roared again, herding them further in the direction they wanted them to go, it sounded like they were all around them and getting closer with every roar. He could hear the power of the Alpha in every roar, the respect he commanded, the love he deserved in every response.
And as he and his family entered a gully, he skidded to a stop, panting weakly, looking around at the rocks and small crags that surrounded them, with a wrecked car standing right in front of them.
And on top of it was a young girl, black hair fluttering in the wind, clad in a black raincoat, a red skirt with black tights and to his great surprise, a katana in her hand, her eyes glowing amber.
She was a kitsune.
Herding his children together, he forced them in a tight group as he and his wife leapt in front of them, roaring in challenge at the exotic guardian, but then there were two roars and his wife hissed in fury and fear as two identical young men dropped down on either side of them, both clad in jeans and leather jackets, one with his hair all spiked up and wearing a black tshirt, the other with a sort of quiffed fringe and wearing a white tshirt, one on each side and they roared in challenge, their eyes flashing blue as they did so, though they hesitated as they saw the three children behind the increasingly furious mother.
There was then a sort of higher pitched growl and a girl landed on all fours, her own eyes glowing blue, wearing a purple top with navy leggings, her light brown hair falling about her face as he landed, her dark black coat glinting in the night, and as some light shifted, the old Alpha was shocked to see that she was barefoot.
Behind her came another young boy in a red long sleeved sweater with a grey hoodie on, his messy spiky hair tinged with gold at the tips, thick boots covering his feet, and the old Alpha was sure he checked out the shoeless girls ass before he raised something that looked like a cattle prod which crackled with electricity.
There was then a noise from above them and another young man, who sent a reassuring smile at the twin wearing a white tshirt who smiled back, appeared, raising a bow with an arrow pointed right at the old man. He was clad in a hooded, black sleeveless top with dark jeans, looking very comfortable with the bow in his hand. Beside him was a girl with vivid strawberry blonde hair, in a green overcoat and a flowery dress, and had something that resembled a grenade in her hand as the wind stirred her cascading hair.
The old man snarled (though he was less than impressed that he could be about to meet his fate at the hands of a group of teenagers) and was ready to challenge the pack when the pack surrounding him cast their eyes as one to the rocky overlook above the wrecked car that the kitsune was standing on, and his family looked up as one to see the leather clad Alpha, eyes glowing red, staring down at them with a curious expression on his face, a pale slightly taller boy beside him, eyes glowing golden as he aimed an arrow at his snarling wife with a smaller bow than the one the other archer was wielding, and the older Alpha realised that it was this kid who his life and the lives of his family now depended upon.
"We've got them!" a Hispanic sounding voice shouted in glee, barrelling into the clearing, machine gun raised but then came to an abrupt stop as he realised that he had just strolled right into the middle of a werewolf standoff.
His five companions, one of them berating him in Spanish, entered the clearing as well, looking angry and then their faces flickered through a range of emotions, glee, confidence, hatred, fear and surprise as they realised that the hunters were now the hunted.
"Could you guys give us a few minutes? These guys have really been getting on my nerves." The young Alpha asked the older one and he nodded, and with a vicious roar, the Alpha somersaulted off his high ground and his entire pack turned their attention to the trapped hunters who were even now fumbling for weapons.
Scott flipped down from his station, roaring angrily, eyes glowing crimson and he leapt towards the hunters, the rest of the pack moving as one. Lydia threw her smoke grenade, landing it right in the middle of the hunters who all screamed in protest and started firing bullets into the ravine wildly, desperate to hit anything as they tried to get their bearings. Before the first bullet had even left the gun however, the twins had leapt towards the surrounded pack, tackling them all to the ground.
"Stay down!" Ethan urged them before bounding up the hill and taking up a protective position beside Isaac, who fired an arrow right into the leg of the hunter who was about to shoot Malia.
Screaming in pain, the hunter turned his weapon to shoot at Isaac, but Aiden seized his wrist and smirked.
"Trust me, that's a big no no." He told him with a cocky grin and then kicked him in the stomach, before following through with a powerful uppercut that knocked the bleeding hunter off his feet and he slammed to the ground and moved no more.
"They're here, we've got them!" a voice yelled and Ethan snarled as four more hunters descended from on high behind Isaac's position.
Isaac span and shot another arrow through someone's shoulder, holstering his bow as the man screamed and he grinned at Ethan who smirked back and the two wolves leapt at the oncoming hunters, landing right in the middle of them, claws out and swiping as they moved.
The hunters turned angrily, daggers and knives the weapons of choice as their guns were now useless, but they were no match for the young wolves. Ethan snapped one man's arm in two, making him scream in pain and he bodily hurled the hunter through the air, slamming him into the wrecked car, which he rolled off of and went still. Isaac grabbed the arrow from the man whose shoulder he had hit and then wrenched it out, the man screaming in pain as he did so. Isaac then spiralled, throwing the arrow like a lance and catching another hunter in the shoulder.
The leader of the small group then fired several bullets at Isaac but he cartwheeled away from the attack, using what the twins had taught them all, avoiding the bullets before landing his feet on a tree and propelling himself off it, sending the man shooting at him high into the air. Ethan then tackled the man as he fell back down to earth, the gun flying from his hand and with one bone smashing punch, Ethan ended his threat.
Isaac dropped to his hands and swept the already wounded hunters legs out from under him, and slammed his fist into his chin, rendering him out cold with one hit, and with a lethal growl, Isaac sprang through the cold night air, landing right in front of the remaining hunter, ring daggers in hand and he slashed both the wounded hunter's hands before kicking him in the groin. As the man gasped in pain, Isaac span around the back of his prey, one dagger at the man's stomach, the other at his neck, and he slammed the hilt of his dagger into the man's head, dropping him face first into the leaves.
"See, Aiden and I trained you too well, now I can't beat you!" Ethan complained, and Isaac grinned cockily.
"How about I race you to the others?" he taunted and the two grinning wolves made for the rest of the fight.
Danny was once again proving himself an expert marksman, and had already stuck an arrow through one hunter's hand. Kira grinned at him, swinging her glowing nunchuck and with a good swing she took down the wounded hunter before pirouetting, drawing her sword and stopping the hunter behind her from bludgeoning her with his rifle, using her sword to force him back into retreat before she swung her sword wildly, throwing his rifle from his hand and there was a dull thunk as Stiles slammed the man on the head with his metal bat, dropping him like a stone.
Malia darted across the leaves, her wicked claws ripping at the tendons of a screaming hunter, dropping the man to his knees as she deprived him of his ability to walk. With a nasty downward swipe, she took the man out of the game to watch in delight as Scott and Aiden, Aiden protecting and supplementing his Alpha, crowded the last of them in so they could finish them.
The two hunters opened fire with their machine guns, scattering the rest of the pack, Isaac and Ethan roaring in challenge and an arrow landed in between the two hunters, exploding with a bang and making the two hunters yell in fright, their eyes dazed. Glowing red eyes then appeared in front of one of them, and he felt himself be seized by the neck and thrown bodily across the ravine, slamming into a rock and going still.
"No!" Aiden barked, seizing the last man standing's arm and sticking his claws into his wrist, dropping the silver dagger that he had been trying to stick in Scott's back, and Aiden bared his fangs, ready to rip his throat out for threatening his Alpha.
"Hey! Enough ok?" Scott asked, his warm hand on Aiden's shoulder and the terrified hunter, now smelling distinctly of urine, whimpered weakly as Aiden dropped him, and kicked him in the groin for good measure, the man wailing in winded exhaustion as he writhed in pain on the ground.
"There's still two more." Malia reported and Scott rolled his eyes, and grinned coyly at Kira, who grinned back and the two ran off in the direction Malia's nose was pointing.
There was then two yelps of surprise and two hunters were thrown bodily from their position further down the ravine, crashing to the ground in a heap and going still, the Alpha and the kitsune smiling in satisfaction as they strolled up the path.
"That it?" Scott asked the coyote kindly, and she nodded, though still looked worried about something.
Deciding he would deal with that in the minute, he had a quick glance over the pack. Aiden was still growling at the man who he had his foot on the groin of, daring him to cause trouble. Kira and a grinning Stiles were going around, picking the hunters clean of all their weapons, while Danny helped Lydia get down from their position higher up the rise. Malia was still sniffing around trying to find whatever else was out there, and Isaac and Ethan were counting the number, making sure they had got them all. His brown eyed gaze lingering on his boyfriend's leather clad body a little longer than it should have been, Scott watched as Ethan moved to his twin's side, Aiden rolling his eyes in patient amusement as his twin scrutinised him for any pain, any sign that the wound that had nearly killed him was bothering him.
"Ten of them, all taken down and out in record time. Oh and my father the sheriff thanks you all for your generous contribution to his gun and knife amnesty!" Stiles said cheerfully, the moonlight shining on the golden highlights in his spiky messy hair.
"And we thank you for the finder's fee we'll get as a result." Ethan said smugly to the only conscious hunter, who looked as though he were about to spit at him but thought better of it when he considered where his twin's foot was, threatening his crown jewels.
Scott then turned to the man, savouring the silence they had brought to the forest by dealing with the hunters. Aware the other pack still needed dealt with, he hoped they would wait a little longer, and he could feel the other Alpha looking at the situation with interest, and his wife eyeing them all edgily.
Scott crouched down beside the fallen hunter and extended his claws, eyes flashing red as he surveyed the struggling moustachioed man.
"You realise something?" Scott asked softly, and the man grunted.
"What loba?" he spat, and Aiden increased the pressure of his boot slightly, making the man whine in pain.
"None of you are dead, which is considerably more than you could expect from any other pack. I don't want to kill anybody, none of my pack do. Well, if you keep calling me loba instead of lobo, Aiden here probably wants to kill you, he's quite protective of me. But I don't want to kill you, I don't want to kill anyone, even pain in the ass hunters who have given me nothing but trouble for the past three months. So, how about we just talk? And then, you can get arrested and I can get on with my life, and everyone goes out of here alive. If not, well, you see the colour of the twin's eyes." Scott growled menacingly, and behind him, Isaac grinned, he loved it when Scott got threatening.
Not that he ever would let the twins kill anyone, and admittedly, since they had joined the pack, their murderous impulses had largely evaporated. Well, Ethan's had, Aiden was still rather inclined to kill things a lot, but they had just put that down to a quirk of his nature.
The hunter looked like he was going to kick up a fuss, but one look at Aiden made him think twice, and he gave a bitter sigh, glaring at Scott.
"What do you want to know?" he grunted irritably in his Mexican accent and Scott grinned, he loved it when that worked.
True if he ever dealt with anyone who knew full well he wouldn't kill anyone, they were screwed but for now, it worked like a charm.
"How many more of you are there?" he asked impatiently, and the hunter smirked.
"Hunters? Millions." He boasted and Aiden rolled his eyes irritably.
"Not all hunters, just your clan, you know, the ones that have been here like locusts for months, the Calaveras!" he snarled and the hunter made a panicked noise.
"Ok, ok, I tell you! We're the last, we came looking for Araya!" he cried desperately, and Kira approached, shooing a disgruntled Aiden off, who growled at the man before allowing the kitsune to bend down and assume a nicer role in the interrogation.
"Araya, who's that?" she asked kindly, and the man seemed a lot more willing to spill the beans to her.
"She's our leader, our matriarch. Women lead hunters, don't you know that?" he challenged, and a ripple went around the entire pack, the grief suddenly palpable but Kira pressed on before he realised how much he had bothered them with a simple question.
"Yes we know that. When did you last see Araya?" she asked, and the man scowled.
"Three months ago, we all came here looking for La Loba." He replied, and Lydia frowned.
"A she wolf? Well you didn't do your jobs very well, there aren't any she wolves in town anymore, not since Cora left." She told him, and the man, seemingly confident now he had started talking, continued.
"We don't know, we just wanted to find Araya, and kill the pack here, that's all!" he protested, and Scott frowned.
"So Araya's still missing?" he asked, and the man nodded.
"Yes! That's why we came." He explained, and Kira continued her good cop routine.
"Alright, see how easy it is? No one has to get hurt. Now, if you were the last of your clan, are you definitely the last of your group?" she asked, and he gave a wicked smile.
"One is left." He taunted and Isaac growled, but a look from his boyfriend quelled his anger.
"Where?" Scott demanded irritably, and the man sniggered darkly.
"You'll never know." He taunted and Scott beckoned to a delighted looking Aiden, which made the hunter go pale.
"Alright fine! He's in prison!" he cried frantically, stopping Aiden in his tracks and he affected a pout while Ethan and Danny sniggered.
Stiles scoffed.
"In prison? Then we don't need to worry about him do we?" he asked, but then it clicked in his head, the same it did in Isaac's.
"He's after Derek." He told Scott, who rolled his eyes, of course he was, why not?
Derek, the other Beta in Scott's pack, and the one who had been accused of murdering four hunters, who also happened to be part of the same clan as the one they were still dealing with, and was now in prison, awaiting trial for said crime.
The entire pack could agree on one thing: Derek hadn't done it. The sheer fear in him, the sense that for the first time in his life he was completely lost, it made it more than clear that he hadn't killed anyone, let alone those four hunters. And unlike the twins, who had a history of killing, Derek, to Scott's knowledge, had only ever killed two people, despite his frequent attempts to kill others. And even then, one of the ones he had killed had crawled out of his grave anyway so he didn't really count.
The sheriff and Parrish (who was now included into the chessboard) had asked Scott to verify that Derek in fact could not remember anything about the murder and Scott had reluctantly used his power as Alpha to stick his claws into Derek's neck and check his memories, something he had been less than inclined to do, but he had done. After all, he didn't need to look in Derek's mind to know the truth. He just knew. He just knew that Derek hadn't done it.
And that was when he had discovered that that entire stretch of his memory was missing, not muddied, not blacked out, but missing. Derek literally had no idea what had happened, it was like the memories weren't even in his head, and there was no way of knowing what had happened.
Deputy Haigh, the obnoxious, rude new deputy, of course called Derek a liar and was claiming that he was just trying to get off on an insanity plea but they all knew better. Derek actually was innocent, they just had no way to prove it.
And as a result, Derek was still languishing in prison, and was now at the mercy of a hunter who was determined to try and kill anyone and everyone in Scott's pack that he could get his hands on.
Well, he wasn't going to let him hurt Derek.
They had lost enough as it was.
"We need to get to the prison. Stiles-?" Scott began, but Stiles was already dialling, and the twins flanked their Alpha, basically declaring that they were going with him to rescue Derek.
"You won't stop him in time!" the hunter boasted, and Kira shot him a dirty look.
"Oh shut up." She grumbled and kicked him in the head, knocking him out.
Realising they could do nothing until Parrish was at least alerted to what they needed, Scott turned his attention to the pack that had strayed into their territory. Firstly, there were three children, ranging in ages from about six to eleven, all of them looking at the pack nervously. The same could not be said for the two adult wolves.
The Alpha was a tall man, dark skinned, his head shaved, dressed in trousers and a plain white shirt, and beside him, a shorter woman, in a black skirt and heels, long blond hair falling softly across her face, her eyes glowing golden, her hands raised protectively in front of the children.
"I must say, that was most impressive." The other Alpha said looking at Scott warily and he gave him a smile.
"Thank you. Hey, we're not going to hurt you." Scott assured the woman, who looked at him sniffily.
"You'll forgive me if I don't take your word for it." She replied curtly, and the man placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Calm down dearest, if the lad was going to hurt us, he'd have done it already." He told her in a calm soothing voice, and she did relax ever so slightly.
"Are you going to hurt us mister?" one of the kids piped up, and Scott grinned a little before crouching down and shaking his head.
"No, I'm not going to hurt you. Though I would like to know why you're in my territory." Scott said politely, and the man chuckled.
"Purely by accident I assure you, I thought we were further east than we were. We didn't mean to stray into your territory. My name is Alastair Browning, this is my wife Cindy and my three children, Thomas, Maxine and Yuri." He explained, pointing to each one in turn, indicating the one who had called Scott mister as Yuri.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Scott McCall. Oh and this is all of my pack, well not all of them, I'm one short at the moment but it's most of them. That's Malia, our best sniffer," he said, and the new girl smiled as the other pack nodded at her respectfully, "that's Kira," the kitsune waved cheerfully, "Danny is the one with bigger bow," he told them, "Lydia is our banshee," he explained and something flickered over the older wolves faces but they said nothing, "that's Stiles, my best friend," Stiles took Malia's hand as she was still frowning worriedly, "the twins, Aiden and Ethan, who are kind of my bodyguards, well, Aiden is anyway that's why he's so determined to protect me," he told them, the twins looking at them suspiciously, and then Ethan rolled his eyes as Scott's grin expanded, "and that's my boyfriend, Isaac!" He said brightly, shaking Alastair's hand and Cindy's eyes widened in shock as he did so after giving the rest of the pack the once over.
"Oh, you're the true Alpha we've all heard so much about. Well, it's nice to meet you." She said, also shaking his hand, apparently convinced that he didn't mean them any harm.
"That's me. Sorry we kind of pounced on you, we're kind of edgy, every pack with a bone to bury has been coming through here recently, and a few of them have given us trouble." He informed them, and Ethan leaned close to Isaac.
"Yeah, that one with that Germaine guy definitely had a bone to bury." He said with a snigger, and Isaac glared at him, the memory of that old Alpha hitting on his boyfriend was not one he cared to repeat.
"It's because you're new, it'll calm down soon enough. I assure you, we mean no harm at all, we're just passing through, we're heading to Idaho for a family gathering." Alastair explained, and Scott waved it off.
"It's fine. Look, that should be the last of them, but if you want we can make sure you get out of here safely." Scott offered, but Cindy shook her head.
"I'm sure we'll be fine from here. Sorry, my husband's sense of direction has never been particularly good." She explained with a smile, and Alastair sighed irritably, glaring at her without venom.
"One mistake, she never lets it go." He complained as she chivvied her children to start them moving.
"We wound up in Seattle." She reminded him tartly.
"Well, it was nice there, you met Bessie there!" he protested as the children started to move out, the three kids waving and smiling and giving Scott a chorus of 'bye' in unison as their parents started them on their way again.
"Yes, and that's all very well and good...we were meant to be heading to Sioux Falls though!" she reminded him and he scowled at her while she grinned smugly.
"Hey, they're like you two." Stiles said brightly, and Isaac glared.
"Isn't that more like you? You've still not forgiven me!" he complained, and Stiles shot him a dirty look.
"That's because you're a dirty oath breaker and dropped me royally in it!"
"It slipped out!"
"Yeah whatever it did, it set a pissed off jealous Alpha down on my head, all because of you!"
Scott rolled his eyes in amusement as the familiar sounds of Isaac and Stiles bickering reached his ears, and Alastair looked at the two of them worriedly.
"Are they alright?" he asked, apparently fearing for Stiles' safety since he could smell that he was only human, well, mostly, there was something a little, off, about his scent, but Scott grinned and nodded.
"Oh yeah, believe me, I prefer them bickering, if they aren't bickering they're usually up to something to make me miserable. It was nice to meet you all." Scott said, shaking Alastair's hand again, and the older Alpha nodded.
"You seem a fine young man. I hope we can keep in touch. I'll give you a call if we come this way again, and if you ever have need for advice, I'll be happy to help. Here you are. Thank you for dealing with the hunters. I hope we meet again. Good luck with your friend." He said, as he and his family disappeared into the dark woods leaving Scott musing on his position as Alpha.
"Good decision buddy, good Alpha decision." Stiles said proudly, and he smiled.
"Yeah, kind of nice having another pack pass through that doesn't want us dead." He mused, and Kira snorted in amusement.
"How many does that make now?" she asked, and Aiden looked at her with a slight grin.
"Well not wanting to kill the entire pack, about six, not wanting to kill everyone in the pack other than us, only five."
He was of course referring to the pack under the command of an Alpha named Jacqui, who had immediately recognised the twins as Deucalion's former thugs and had tried her hardest to take Aiden's head off. Considering he had only gotten out of the hospital two weeks before, Scott hadn't taken this well and had forced Jacqui off, snarling angrily and looking the angriest anyone had ever seen him, and it was only the joint force of Stiles and Isaac talking to him that cooled him down. He had then apologised, but made it clear to Jacqui, who had accepted her defeat with relative good grace, that whatever the twins might have done was in the past and they were his pack now.
"What now?" Danny asked, and Ethan looked at him sharply.
"You go home." He told him and Danny scowled angrily.
"You guys let Stiles go with you and he's human, and Lydia isn't much better!" he protested, and Isaac shrugged.
"Yeah buddy, and besides he's a better shot than they are." He reasoned and Ethan looked at his boyfriend worriedly.
"I still don't like him being out here." He complained, and Danny exchanged an exasperated look with Isaac.
"Is this a werewolf thing with boyfriends?" he asked and Isaac smiled.
"Don't know, mine learned not to try to leave me behind." He replied, and Scott went slightly red.
"How'd you manage that?" Danny asked with a sly grin, and Isaac waggled an arrow in the air, making Danny wonder just what he had done to his boyfriend.
"Anyway, I need to get to the prison and help Derek. Yes I know you pair are coming." Scott said, resigned to the fact, and not thinking it was worth the fight as the twins sidled up to him.
"Well while you do that, we can get this lot away." Lydia said and Aiden looked at her intently, as though she were sickening for something and she shot him a dirty look, clearly annoyed.
"Are you having any feelings?" he asked her gently, and she gave him a cold smile.
"Yes...annoyance." she said tartly, and Scott decided to intervene before the two of them had another of their all too familiar fights.
It was like ever since Aiden had come out of the hospital, Lydia hadn't wanted to spend any time with him. Sure she'd had sex with him after he had got out (which Scott had thought a bit much, as during all the time his Beta had been in hospital she hadn't visited him at all, sent a card, or even talked to him in any way, and while he made a perfectly good show of not being bothered by it, Scott could tell he was hurt that she apparently didn't deign his near death worthy of her time) but while it was clear to everyone with a pair of eyes that Aiden wanted to spend time with her, she continually blew him off and left Aiden angry and hurt by the way she was treating him.
At first they had thought it was just the reaction to losing Allison, but now they were not so sure.
"I meant, can you tell if Derek's in actual danger?" he asked waspishly, and she shrugged helplessly.
"Not from here, I'm too far away, and besides, my weird feelings helped cause this mess." She said bitterly, and Stiles squeezed her hand comfortingly.
"Hey, enough of that." He chided gently and before any of them could say anything a horn honked in the distance.
"Ok, we'll go and deal with Derek, and hopefully that guy really will be the last of the Calleveras, I'm fed up of that Mexican goth biker gang." Scott complained and beckoned imperiously to the twins.
Ethan kissed Danny softly, warning him to go straight home and Danny nodded, looking amused and bored at the same time. Aiden tried to kiss Lydia goodbye but she pulled away, and Kira saw Aiden's eyes flash blue in frustration and he turned and followed his twin without another word, Kira's eyes narrowed as she considered whacking Lydia with her nunchuck just to see if it knocked some sense into her .
"You're in for a fun ride." Isaac commented grimly, looking at Aiden's retreating back worriedly, his entirely spiky haired head bowed, and Scott grinned cockily.
"Is that a promise?" he asked cheerfully and Isaac went red, smiling at his suggestion.
"Maybe if you play your cards right." He whispered and the two kissed softly, before Scott unwilling stopped kissing him.
"See you at home." He said as the horn honked again, and he sped up to catch up with Ethan, as an annoyed Aiden was storming ahead.
None of them mentioned anything to Lydia, not even Stiles, who was rubbing himself self consciously, something he had been doing a lot since being freed from the Nogitsune. It may be gone, but they were far from over the damage it had caused.
"Ok, let's get this lot cleared away. Malia, what is it?" Isaac asked, taking over operations since Scott was away and Stiles seemed a million miles away.
The coyote was looking out at the forest worriedly, her eyes glowing blue and she edged a little closer to Stiles, who seemed to sense the distress his girlfriend was in.
"Hey, you with us?" he asked worriedly, and she looked nervously at him.
"There's other things in this forest. And something, whatever it is, definitely shouldn't be here." She told him darkly, and Isaac looked out at the forest, now beginning to feel slightly jumpy.
"What is it?" he asked nervously, ready to holster another arrow, and she shook her head.
"I don't know that's what's bothering me. There was different smells, but now, there's just the one, it smells of, I don't know, dust, mildew...blood." she whispered, and Stiles tilted her face to look at him.
"So-?"
"So if I had any idea what it was, I'd be running away. First law of the wild, anything smells that funky, you don't mess with it, you run from it." She said significantly, and Stiles looked at her, hurt.
"Wait, so if you ran away you'd leave us behind? Leave me behind?" he asked, and she gave him a little smile.
"Well, them, yeah probably, if your survival is threatened, its every coyote for themselves. Well, unless they have someone like you." She said softly, and he grinned sappily at her and Isaac decided they better wrap this up before they started having sex in the forest, which, as Malia had told them, was a pastime of theirs.
"Alright, how about we take her advice and get the hell out of here. I don't know about you guys but I don't want to deal with whatever's giving her the creeps, we've got enough problems...we've had enough problems. Let's go. Huh, did anyone think to bring a way to get rid of these guys quickly?" he asked and Kira gave him a half smile.
No then.
Grumbling, they started moving the defeated hunters from the forest, at least able to carry the weapons easily.
High above them, he looked down at then, his eerie amber eyes watching them intently. That girl, she wasn't like the others, she had a better sense of smell as well. He had thought he was safe, high above them, in the rafters of the trees like this but obviously not, she had somehow picked up a scent of him. Either way, he would have to be careful. Agravaine would be here soon, and he had a score to settle with the monster. And then, once he had settled that score, he would hunt down every creature like him and settle it with them too. Giving a last hateful glare at the pack beneath him, he flew off into the air.
Melody had to admit, the pack was good. She was standing further back, in the shadows, watching them intently. Malia had picked up a scent she didn't like, and she didn't know if the wild girl had somehow smelled her. She shouldn't be able to, after all, her pheromones ought to protect her, but you could never be too careful. Particularly since school started the day after next, the last thing she needed was Malia twigging that she was spying on them. Smirking slightly, she vanished into the night.
And unseen by any of them, its silhouette framed by the moonlight, a hulking mass of flesh looked down intently before vanishing into the night towards its master.
XX
Both twins were looking at their Alpha in amusement, who had a look of childlike joy on his face as Parrish blazed them up the freeway, siren blaring. He enjoyed riding in a cop car bless him.
However, unlike Scott, Aiden wasn't quite as happy. He was glaring out the window resentfully, his mind buzzing.
"You ok?" Ethan asked softly and he snarled in response, but his twin wasn't to be deterred.
"Aiden, I know you. You're pissed." He began, but before he could say anything else his brother turned to him, eyes glowing blue and snarling at him viciously.
"Um, not wanting to be a party pooper, but I'd rather you didn't rip each other up in the back of my car, see, this is my own one, and I kind of don't want to tell the sheriff I need to get it cleaned and detailed already." Parrish said pathetically, and Scott grinned at the young blond deputy before turning back to an angry Aiden and a hesitant Ethan.
"Don't make me come back there. Aiden...I know she's getting to you. Calm down ok?" he asked, and at the command of his Alpha Aiden's blue eyes faded and he went back to scowling out of the window.
"I just wish I knew what I'd done to make her so mad. Do you know?" he asked hopefully, and Scott looked at him sadly and shook his head.
"Sorry buddy. Let's save Derek first, then we can figure out what's going on in her head ok?" he asked, and Aiden nodded, and Ethan gave Scott a brief look of thanks before he turned back to a worried looking Parrish.
"So why are they going after Derek?" Parrish asked as various cars parted like the Red Sea before him.
"Probably because he's in my pack, and probably because they think he killed those four hunters. And even though we know he didn't, I doubt they'll care much." Scott commented darkly, and Ethan leaned forward from the back.
"And even if he's found guilty, they'll still blame him. How much longer are you guys going to hold him anyway?" he asked the deputy, and Parrish bit his lip thoughtfully.
"It isn't that easy Ethan. Look, the sheriff and I know full well Derek didn't do it, but to everyone else, he looks guilty as sin. Haigh is right about one thing, claiming he can't remember is something murderers do to try and get a better sentence when they know they've done it, basically, it gets put down to insanity and generally they get a fairer sentence." He said worriedly, and Aiden jerked himself out of his reverie.
"Yeah that's why Batman never gets rid of any of his enemies, like the Joker, claim insanity and you can't be put to death." He said helpfully and Scott rolled his eyes in amusement, since getting his job at the comic shop, Aiden had increased his comic knowledge to even greater lengths and was now on an even par with both Isaac and Stiles (one night they had been so engrossed in a discussion about who was better, Iron Man or Batman, that Scott was sure they wouldn't have noticed if an army of Oni had appeared in the middle of the room).
"What about Captain America?" Ethan piped up and Parrish smirked.
"We all know why you're interested in Captain America." He teased and Ethan went slightly red while Scott and Aiden grinned, though Scott had to admit, he could understand Ethan's crush on the film version of Captain America.
"Yeah but we know Derek isn't lying, he's telling the truth. He literally can't remember, someone stole the memories from him." Scott said darkly, and Aiden leaned forward.
"Didn't you get memories out of Isaac when you were looking for Boyd and Erica?" he asked and Scott nodded, his mind flashing back to images of a shirtless Isaac climbing into a bath full of iced water and falling into a trance like state.
"Yeah we did, and I even had Deaton help me do it, which was a joy," he said sarcastically, "but we couldn't get anything. There is nothing in Derek's memory that will help us find what happened to him, literally nothing. Even Deucalion left traces, which means..."
"Whatever this fresh hell that stole Derek's memories is either stronger than that guy." Parrish offered, and Ethan shook his head.
"Doubt it, he was kind of justified in calling himself the Demon Wolf even if he just sounded like an ass doing it. But the other option is whoever did it is just better at stealing memories, which would make sense, particularly if they're framing him for murder." He reasoned, and Aiden then looked at his Alpha hesitantly.
"Um...look I know we all basically agree but, well how do we know Derek isn't actually the killer?" he asked, and backed away slightly as Scott narrowed his eyes at him in the mirror.
"I just know he didn't. Like I know you haven't killed anything since you joined the pack either. I just know." He responded and that seemed good enough for him as they blazed up the road towards the prison, massive oddly shaped foreboding grey building.
"Alright, I'll get us in, leave the talking to me." Parrish warned and Scott nodded.
Since Stiles and the sheriff had included him into the chessboard (which now became the common way of referring to those in the know who weren't originally (they had all been rather surprised when Ethan had appeared with a tired but grinning Danny and informed them all that he knew about the chessboard too)), Parrish had been invaluable. As a deputy, he tended to attract less attention than the sheriff did when he tried to help them, and as such was much more willing to help them, and also much more able, acting basically as an intermediary between the pack and the sheriff's office, which had already been essential. He had also spent a lot of time with Derek, ostensibly working on getting more information on what had happened, but was really acting as a relay between him and the pack since Derek was allowed limited contact, and was generally just befriending the banged up Beta.
"Ah, the next chapter in the epic romance between you and that cute desk clerk." Aiden teased as they got out the car, and Parrish shot him a dirty look and the three wolves sniggered as he led them into the prison waiting area, and Scott could detect the faint smells of mutual attraction blossom between Parrish and the girl behind the desk.
Clad in a deep blue prison officer uniform, she had dark hair which was lightening in several places, hanging around her face, showing her intense blue eyes and the glowing smile she saw Parrish coming towards her.
"Hey Kyle, back again?" she asked as she smiled in greeting at the three wolves.
"Yeah, sorry Mikaela, but we need to see Derek Hale, it's important." He insisted, and she arced a pencilled eyebrow at him.
"Huh, so you're telling me you brought three of Derek's little teenage friends speeding up here from Beacon Hills which is a forty five minute drive, to talk to Derek at what is now quarter past eleven at night when it's freezing out there when three hot young guys like that and a hot guy like you should be in bed with your girlfriends?" she challenged, clearly enjoying the little tinge of pink she brought to Parrish's cheeks.
"Um, my girlfriend seems to hate me and this pair have boyfriends. But he's single." Aiden chipped in, pointing to an incredulous Parrish as Mikaela smiled.
"Sorry. So, what gives?" she asked, and Parrish sighed wearily, still shooting Aiden a dirty look as Scott poked him, looking only slightly chiding and his bodyguard shrugged, trying and failing to look innocent.
"Look I know this is irregular and kind of against the rules, but...we think he's in danger. Someone looking to kill Derek for committing the four murders he's accused of." He explained, which was true in essence, it just lacking elaboration, and Mikaela frowned worriedly, her hand on the security button to call help if they needed it.
"You're sure? Kyle this just sounds ridiculous though, they can't get in here, this is a prison for god sake, not a petting zoo, it isn't as if anyone can just stroll in...well unless they have someone like you with them." She said, nodding to the three wolves.
"Hey, if you don't believe me, why you ready to call help for us?" he asked with a slight smile and she looked at him, slightly embarrassed.
"I don't know, you just seem...trustworthy. Why would someone break in just to kill someone, and how would they?" she demanded, and Scott closed his eyes, as if trying to block something out and the twins edged closer to him, protecting him from view with their slightly taller bodies.
"I can feel it, he's in trouble, he's in danger. Either of you want to explain this supernatural alarm bell by the way?" he asked irritably, and Ethan bit his lip worriedly.
"We will, but let's save Derek first ok? What is it?" he asked anxiously, and Scott looked at Aiden, who had taken Scott's arm to steady him as he his head had started to swim.
"It's not like with you, when you were stabbed I could feel the blade, this is like...like I know he's in trouble but I don't know what it is, or where it's coming from, you know, like you're being followed." He explained and Aiden growled under his breath.
"We're running out of time." He complained and turned to Parrish and Mikaela, who had noticed nothing.
"They want him dead for killing someone in their family as far as we know, it's a whole blood debt thing. And...and Derek's in isolation." Parrish said, the final piece clicking into place.
When they had put Derek in here, the sheriff and Parrish had talked it over with Derek and Scott and they had all agreed that giving him a cell in isolation would be better for everyone, and the sheriff had overridden Haigh's complaints to get away with it. And besides, as Stiles had said, he wasn't much of a conversationalist anyway, and could hardly be described as a joy to be around so isolation seemed to suit Derek perfectly, which Derek had admitted was a good point before threatening to kill Stiles for being a smart ass.
"Go, now." Mikaela said worriedly, opening the door with a buzzing sound, and summoning other security guards to Derek's cell.
"Mikaela?" Parrish asked in shock, and she looked at him significantly, the colour drained from her face.
"The cameras just went down in his cell block. We're blind." She said, and with that Parrish drew his gun, the three wolves shoving into the corridor before she could even stop them.
XX
Derek pushed himself up from the floor, counting two hundred and getting to his feet, stretching his tight muscles, a slight sheen of sweat on his bare chest as he looked around his cell, supremely bored.
He had been in here for three months, and he was bored rigid. While he knew the pack had his back and none of them believed he had killed those hunters, he had to admit, their belief in him was doing very little to alleviate the sense of total uselessness and boredom that had gripped him ever since he had been put here, accused of four murders he didn't commit.
Well, he didn't think he had committed them, but he couldn't remember one way or the other. He didn't think he had committed them, but the fear, the terror that he had done that, had killed those four hunters, even if it was in self defence, it was a powerful grip on the mind and he was terrified that he indeed killed them and just couldn't remember.
In truth, he had never been more afraid of anything. Not since his family had been burned alive because of his relationship to Kate Argent had he been so lost and confused as he had been when he had woken up to discover four dead bodies and himself covered in their blood with their skin under his nails. While the twins, Aiden in particular, had wondered if he actually had killed them, Scott's discovery that he literally had no recollection at all of the event in question, the fact that that part of his memory was simply erased, missing, had made the pack all lean towards the theory that he was being very cleverly set up.
Truth was, Derek was actually more inclined to agree with Aiden. Scott would never believe he was a murderer first off, well, not now they actually knew and cared about each other, that was just the way Scott worked, he believed the best in people, which he, Jackson, Isaac, the twins and even Stiles now were all living proof of. He had heard of wolves who had just totally lost control given in to the beast within, kind of like Jackson had done when he was the kanima, and had woken as if from a trance, covered in blood and reeking of death with no recollection of what had happened. Derek feared that he had indeed killed the hunters, slaughtered them viciously, and had just blanked out, given over to his primal urges and became the very sort of monster that kind of justified the existence of hunters in the first place.
What if he was a killer, a natural monstrous killer, and had just blacked out and had lost control when he had killed those hunters?
What if he was like Peter?
An image of his uncle's Alpha form, a true beast like Alpha, more wolf than man, a stooped, long, dark rd eyed beast flashed to mind and he shook his head, dispelling the image.
He would never become like Peter had been, a pure murderous monster, driven on instinct and vengeance.
He would die first.
But...that did leave another question. If, as the pack, the sheriff and his young deputy, even Melissa, all seemed to believe, that he had been framed, that begged the question of just what, or who, had killed those hunters and just as importantly, how they had stolen the memory of doing it.
He had no clue what was going on, no clue what had happened that night, and had no clue why he was still waiting here for a trial, and he literally had no clue if his mind was still even his own. True he'd endured two full moons since coming here and he had remained in control, but, what if there was something wrong with him deep down?
He sighed wearily, he hated being locked up like this for so long. No one had visited today, but to be fair that was to be expected, he knew the pack were investigating but he also knew Beacon Hills was currently attracting all sorts of creatures, all coming for a nose at the true Alpha who had just announced himself to the world. And besides, they would all be going back to school in two days time since winter break was finally ending. And most of them had jobs now too, and their own problems to worry about.
And besides, most of all he was disappointed that the enigmatic Braeden hadn't visited either.
Musing on her slightly, he turned to look at the book he had taken from the library, he had heard Stiles say that Swords of Good Men by Snorri Kristjansson was good, and so he had picked it up in the library, he figured he may as well catch up on reading since he was in here with nothing else to do. And besides, it was about Vikings, which he had always enjoyed, so why not?
There was then a dull clunk from outside, and Derek frowned, turning towards the door to his cell. Hang on, that was the sound of the lights going out but the corridor ones went out at midnight, it couldn't be midnight yet surely? Straining his ears, Derek heard a single gait making its way up the corridor and he felt his heart rate quicken, whoever they were was moving quietly but quickly in the dark corridor outside, their heart rate quite steady. And then he heard the unmistakable noise of a knife being pulled from its sheath, and the sound of a gun being chambered.
Great.
Picking up the tunic that consisted the other half of his prison uniform (musing that orange really wasn't his colour as he did so) he pulled it on and prepared himself just as the door slid open.
No killing, no fighting unless it was absolutely necessary, killing or even wounding whoever was there would only make matters worse for himself.
The door opened, revealing the black corridor outside and the lights inside the cell went out, Derek snarling in anger as they did so, that could only mean one thing, a hunter had come for him. But, as a wolf, he could see perfectly well in the dark to see a grizzled, scarred and pockmarked man, with a silencer pistol in one hand and a silver dagger in the other.
"Well well, if it isn't the killer of my cousin Severo." He sneered and Derek snarled, claws extending.
"Don't tell me you're another Callevera, how many of you are there?" he demanded, and the man chuckled darkly as he raised his hand, and while Derek tensed, the man just flicked a switch.
Derek snarled in shock as a blinding beam light filled the room, making spots appear in his eyes as the hunter blinded him.
"Poor lobo, we are legion! And your pack, well by now, you're probably the only one left." The hunter gloated and Derek growled dangerously, if he had hurt the pack...
"Somehow I reckon they're safe, after all, there's an entire clan of you, and I've seen more of you pass through here than drug dealers, I mean, you can't be that competent." He goaded, and he could barely make out the pistol being moved towards his head in the beam of his headlight, the man scoffing.
"You will see, your pack is finished. Now, how about you tell me all about where La Loba is?" the hunter hissed and Derek sighed in annoyance.
Whoever the hell this La Loba was they better be the most interesting person on the planet because he was seriously getting pissed off hearing about the woman, ever since the Calleveras had arrived in town it had been La Loba this, La Loba that, and he was as bored of that as he was of this place.
"What's your obsession for this girl anyway? I don't know who La Loba is! There are no she wolves in town! There is no La Loba!" he yelled angrily, wondering if he could just edge so he could make out the man who had a gun and a knife pointed at him, trapping him in his cell like this.
The hunter chuckled.
"You mean to tell me you don't know La Loba? Please my friend. But alright, how about you tell me what you did with Araya, and where she is?" he ground out, and Derek looked at the man, curious.
Araya was the matriarch of the entire Callavera clan, their general in their war on the supernatural. Strict followers of the code, they were the self appointed police of the hunter world and if Araya had vanished, well that was very curious.
"Araya's missing?" he asked with interest, and he could see the man's aim waver a little.
So...the Callavera clan didn't know where their leader was. If she had been missing for three months, well, she was most likely dead, but something just didn't add up about it. Was that another murder he had committed, or was there something else at play here?
And if the Callavera clan had indeed lost their matriarch (much like the Argents, he reflected grimly) then that meant that there was an entire clan of leaderless cousins, brothers, nephews, uncles and all sorts, all of them looking for guidance, looking for a leader. And in desperation, before they all started trying to carve up the substantial empire Araya had created through various means, legal and otherwise, they would all come to the last place where she had been.
Beacon Hills.
And that would explain why there had been a virtual army of hunters giving Scott so much trouble recently.
They were looking for Araya, and she was nowhere to be found, so they had gone after the pack, hoping that would explain it for them.
But if the pack didn't know, and he didn't know, and her entire clan didn't know that begged the question: just where was Araya, and what had happened to her, and more importantly, who had done it to her?
"Like you don't know wolf! Where is Araya?" he demanded, and Derek grinned.
"I seriously don't know, but if I was a betting guy I'd say she was dead. What was she to you, mother? Sister? Aunt? Grandmother? Um...lover?" Derek asked in distaste, poking at him, and the man's hand shook furiously.
"You know, you're going to tell me, tell me where she is or I kill you like the dog you are!"
There was then a deep growl, but it didn't come from Derek, and the man was suddenly thrown hurtling backwards through the air with a scream, slamming into the wall and dropping like a stone, the light shattering and going out, and Derek grinned as he saw a pair of glowing red eyes approach him in the darkness, flanked by two glowing pairs of blue eyes, and he felt himself relax a little, and appreciate how impressive that looked in the darkness.
"Seriously Derek," Scott asked with a slight smile as the lights came back on, flanked by Aiden and Ethan who were grinning cockily, "do I need to keep saving your skin?"
Hello again!
So this is the first official chapter of Two Pack II and the start of an entire new story. (Oh and before I get, Mikaela is played by Mekenna Melvin)
First of all, not a lot happens in the first episode (which I suspect could be about three chapters) but I swear the action starts at the start of episode two. But already, we have some major points.
Derek is in prison, accused of the murders that Kate committed, Beacon Hills is currently the hot spot for every nosey supernatural creature in the place, Lydia is still not really talking to Aiden, Scott is demonstrating his Alpha powers, and there are strange happenings afoot in the top of that obviously, we still have the ramifications of Allison's death sending ripples through the pack.
We also have several other changes. Obviously, the pack is in its entirety at the moment, well with Derek in absentia since hes in the big house, and they've clearly been practicing. On top of that Danny, to Ethan's dismay, is also now helping out in their night time wonderings, and all of them have upped their game since the end of last season
And then there's the aesthetic changes as well, Scott, Stiles and Aiden all with new hairstyles (gelled side parting, golden highlights on the tips and all spiked up respectively), Isaac with a new wardrobe, him and Aiden with a job
So that's the first chapter, but we still have a long ways to go before we're even done with episode one, and after the break so to speak (literally, I'm back to work tomorrow night to my disgust) we have new characters, the fallout of Allison's death continues to affect the pack, some of our villains arrive in town, and grandma is coming to visit as well.
Anyway, sorry there isnt a lot that happens in the first chapter, hope you like it regardless, and please read, favourite, follow and review and I hope to have the next chapter up soon, so until next time!