After All, We're Family

[A/N: Ok, well this is the next big moment in Teen Wolf were I could put in some angst. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer:

Kate: wolfgal97 doesn't own teen wolf.
Wolfgal: because I would kill you off if I did.
Kate: ... you do know I have guns, right?
Wolfgal: you do know I have the power to fanfiction kill you, right?
Kate: oh... ]

After All, We're Family
By wolfgal97

I wasn't in control of myself. My body was being driven by my alpha, Peter Hale, to hate. I had been put into a dark mood by him, and whether I liked it or not, he has total control over my actions. And I had been commanded to kill Jackson Wittemore.

I had to, my alpha commanded it. Though I had fought for control of my body and mind, Peter was too strong for me to beat. I didn't really want to kill the annoying captain of the lacrosse team, even though I didn't like him. The kid was a punk, but didn't deserve to die. Which is what he said while begging for his life on my staircase.

"Please! I'll shut up, I won't say anything again! I'll even leave Scott alone! I- I don't deserve to die," The boy pleaded. I wanted to let him go, but my alpha took control, and forced me to continue, giving reasons why he did deserve it

"I think you do," I felt myself say, though I didn't mean it, "Look around you! Wouldn't there be someone here trying to save you? There's no one here! Because no one cares that you drive an expensive car, or have perfect hair, or you're the captain of the lacrosse team," I spat, venom seething into the last words. Suddenly, a shadow filled the top of the stairs, and a familiar voice spoke to me.

"Excuse me," Scott McCall said slowly, eyes flashing down at me, "co-captain." With that, the pup of a werewolf made the giant leap to get between me and my prey. Scott landed in a crouch before me and came up in wolf form. He shot a deadly look at Jackson who gained a look of utter terror on his strong features, looking weak and scared.

The wolf with amber eyes looked back at me, warning and confidence all over him. He believed Jackson is part of his pack, and he was going to protect him no matter what. It was all over his face. I had nothing against Scott though, and even kind of like the kid. Though he hated the gift of lycanthropy, he is smart, a quick learner, and most importantly a loyal friend.

Also, my uncle wanted him to join his- our pack. I wasn't supposed to hurt him, but my alpha had caused me to be in a total and complete rage. My wolf was in control, not me. And my wolf only gives one chance, feeling the challenge of authority and roaring back at Scott.

"Move," I whispered, not wanting to fight my wolf brother. I struggled for control of myself, but I didn't have it, and my eyes flashed a deadly blue.

But Scott wouldn't back down. "No," he said, looking me right in the eyes. Stupid kid was going to get hurt.

"Fine. I'll kill you too." I almost didn't believe I had said that, and I could tell that Scott had a hard time grasping that he was going to have to fight me, to the death this time, his lips twitching over his fangs. I fought harder to control myself, but it just wasn't happening. I felt my body coil to pounce on the young wolf I had grown close to. To be ready to attack him without mercy. To rip his throat out in a second.

When I heard something outside. I spun in the direction of the sound, and realised what it was.

"Get down!" I yelled to the others, and I rolled to the side to get away from the onslaught of bullets raining hell down on my den. My home, my humanity corrected.

Suddenly, I was in control again. The threat of someone actually hurting Scott kicked in, and I knew what I had to do.

Protect him at all cost. My pack mate. My friend. My brother.

I looked up at the boy, and I saw bullets attack his unprepared body, racking it over and over again. My eyes widened at the sight of someone actually hurting him as his body fell to a corner and convulsed while he coughed up blood, gripping at the wound. He wasn't going to make it if he stayed here.

"Scott, go! Get out of here," I yelled to him, trying to get him to move. But all Scott did was cough some more as the blood poured out of him, his face screwing up in anguish. His hand went to where he was shot, and I recognized the blue tinged smoke wafting into the air. Scott was poisoned with Wolfsbane.

I ran forward to him, and I lifted him up. "Run!" I said again, pushing him to the back of my house to get out. He looked back at me, his eyes telling me something that I couldn't understand in that moment of horror. I gave him another shove to get him on his way, and he moved, even with that bullet in his side.

I had done the best I could with getting Scott out, but now I had the problem with them hunting him down in his weakened state. More bullets pelted my home, angering me further, propelling my choice.

I had to get their attention so they would leave Scott alone. I didn't know if they knew he was here, but if they did, he was in trouble unless they became distracted. A big distraction would be the only way. A distraction like a werewolf attack.

I looked at the door, knowing what I had to do. I knew it would hurt to go out there to face the hunters. They would probably shoot me, and if I was hit in an important place like the head, I could die. I took in a deep breath and hoped I would live to apologies to Scott about this later about what I said before. Hell, it wasn't even me who said it really. It was the alpha controlling my thoughts, making me feel enough rage to kill Jackson but unknowingly Scott as well.

I looked back to where the young wolf had ran, listening to the sound of his footsteps taking him far away from here. I pulled up all the strength I had and opened the door, walking out to the hunters shooting at me. I recognized Kate but that was it. I roared at her, all my emotional anguish escaping from me, and I charged at them.

The sound of the guns hit me before the bullets did.

They shattered my ears, causing a distraction, and I lost control of myself again, the wolf breaking free while I was pelted with bullets that pierced my skin and tore at my body, taking hits to my torso and shoulder. A bright light consumed me, taking away everything I knew.

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. It was dark, and cold, but that wasn't bothered me. My hands were chained above me, far enough apart that I couldn't tear that them, no matter how hard I pulled. The metal held me there, unable to move to defend myself against whatever the hunters would bring.

I heard small clanging noises and the bullets were pushed out of my body, falling to the ground when my skin healed. When I looked down at them, I took note of the fact I was shirtless and had something attached to my skin. It looked like wires had been taped to my side. I cocked my head to the side, trying to figure out what it was for.

I struggled some more, now attacking at the chains with a new anger. As I shook them, I felt something against my back. I swiveled my head around as far as I could to see what was behind me, but all that was there was long planks of iron that I was attached to and windows with bars. I turned back around, hearing another noise.
The blue lights that danced around the room gave me some sort of vision in the dark, and I could make out a heavy metal door in front of me. Footsteps echoed throughout the building, only available to my superior hearing. They stopped right outside the door, and I could hear their voices.

"What is this place?" a quiet voice asked, sounding a little scared. I would like to know the answer to that question as well. I leaned forward, straining to hear more, the cuffs pulling at me when they reached their slack.

"Let's start with the basics," Kate Argent's voice said with a light sigh to it. I automatically growled at the sound of her being so close."You know how every family has it's secrets? Ours are a little different." I could practically hear the smirk on her face and it disgusted me. Suddenly, the door rolled open and two figures could be seen entering my prison.

The first person to walk in was taller, and had an air about her. When she go close enough, I could tell that it was Kate. She walked over with a lazy stroll to a flashlight on a stand about eight feet from me. I eyed her warily while trying to see what she was up to and keeping an eye on the shorter girl too.

The other person took her time coming in, looking uneasy and disturbed. If I found out my family was keeping people captive I probably would have been disturbed too, but thanks to this family, I had none. She walked closer, crossing her arms like a shield and looked away, as if it would get rid of the sight of me in front of her.

Kate flicked on the light with a loud click, lighting up my world and blinding me for a moment. I snarled out of instinct at her, as if it would scare her away. Instead, my eyes adjusted and I could see I was right about that smirk of hers being plastered all over her face.

The other girl gasped at my outburst, flinching back away from me. I could tell now that it was Allison, Scott's girlfriend. She looked over to her aunt for reassurance, who grinned back at her with those white teeth. "Isn't he beautiful?" she asked the younger girl.

Beautiful? I growled again at her comment, rage filling my whole body. You don't keep something beautiful like this. Her comment pushed me over the edge and I went on a rant, making every wild sound I could at them. It was the only thing I could still do to intimidate other than pulling at my restraints.

Pure anger filled every bit of my being, letting the wolf have further control. I felt my heart speed up and I was loosing all control. I knew I needed to calm down and think if I wanted to get out of this, so I took deep even breaths.

I hated to think of the idea of being at Kate's mercy. I know I am very proud, but even I had to admit to myself that I was helpless to fight back. I had no idea what was coming and. . .

I was afraid.