"You know he's still mad at you right?"

Thierry closed the fridge as she wiped the water off her face with the towel around her neck. She popped the top on the bottle and took a large swig, allowing the cool liquid to slide down the back of her throat. She took another for good measure. Then she looked at him.

"What are you doing here, Peter? I thought you couldn't be bothered with pack business that didn't involve you?" she asked.

He gave a nonchalant shrug then moved to the island which she was behind. He smoothed his hair back then drummed his hands on the island. Thierry could only take one person doing that and he was geeky, lanky, and had ADHD. She slammed her hand on top of his. Peter's eyebrows shot up.

"Testy aren't we?" he asked.

"Is there something you want?"

"Just tell me what you know."

She laughed at him. "You mean you haven't been kept in the loop? Shocker."

"You should tell me. I could help."

"Like you were going to help kill your own niece? Not interested thank you." Peter's growled at her. "Growling at me isn't going to make me change my mind."

Annoyed that he didn't get what he wanted, Peter turned and walked out of the kitchen. Thierry heard the door slam moments later. She waited until she heard the man's car pull away from the building before sighing and heading upstairs. She heard the shower in the master bedroom running so she went to the door to its immediate left. Easing the door open, she peered in.

Cora had acclimated well to the pack. She had formed a strong bond with Allison and Lydia. Every week she joined them on their shopping trip, most of the time coming home with more bags than the other two combined. She was learning to control her wolf more. She and Boyd tended to cause a little mischief whenever they could.

All that was good considering the nightmares they had nearly every night. Boyd would wake up screaming. He had gone through so much. Derek had found out that it had been Boyd that killed Erica. He hadn't meant to. It had been Deucalion's plan all along but it had been destroyed by Derek and Scott. He'd tried once again but Thierry and Terrence had gotten in the way. The twins were stronger together, and now that they were around, it was impossible for him to get to them.

She paused as she heard Cora whimper. She waited until she had settled back into a deep sleep. With her instincts screaming at her, Thierry walked across the hall and opened the last door on the right. Boyd was flopped out on his belly snoring peacefully. So his dreams hadn't been affecting him. It made sense. He had only been captured for four months. None of them knew how long Cora had been in Deucalion's hands. It still didn't make it okay but it was a little easier when both wolves weren't screaming all night.

Thierry closed the door and went to the door at the very end of the hall. Derek was still in the shower and he was still angry. She didn't see any of his clothes on the bed so he must have taken them in the bathroom with him. He only did that when he was really mad. She figured she put her foot in it this time so she grabbed her bag and started shoving her stuff into it.

She was grabbing her coat when the door opened. Steam poured out followed by Derek clad in a pair of shorts. He was wiping his head with a towel to get it to dry faster before he got into bed. She watched him through the mirror as he tossed the wet towel into the bathroom and shut off the light. He sighed when he saw her and crossed his arms.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm going back to the Stilinski house. It feels like the right thing to do," she replied as she walked over to her side of the bed and rooted around for her shoes. She was pulling them out from under the bed when she was pulled up by the waist band of her pants.

"What?" she asked. "What's the point in me staying if you're just going to get aggravated by something I have no control over?"

"I'm not mad at you," he said as he worked to untie then unzip the leather jacket she had on. "I'm mad because I didn't put the pieces together first. I should have been looking through Peter's computer or through whatever I could find. I hate being the last to know anything."

He tossed the jacket to the chair across the room then ran his hands down her shoulders. "Thi, you have got to understand that this is my pack I'm worried about. We still have the Alpha Pack to worry about and now you say witches are rooting around town. It feels like it's too much."

She took his hands to still them. "That's why you have me. I can do all the things you can't. The police watch over you and your uncle like a hawk because they think you're involved in all of it. The rest of us know better so we're free to roam around and find clues. You have to trust us. That's how we survive."

Derek didn't say anything as he pulled her to the bed. He waited until she had climbed in on her side before he flipped the light and crawled in with her. He curled his body around her and waited.

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"Look, Scott, I'm not sure that's going to work," Stiles said as he walked up the driveway to his house. "Well, Derek's an Alpha with an inferiority complex. He wants to be the big bad werewolf on the block."

Scott laughed on the other end of the call. "Look, you have to be honest with Terrence. Derek will get over the fact that you are smart enough to ask for help and start looking into how we're going to get all of this done. The other pack is still out there."

Stiles made a noise in the back of his throat as he opened his front door. "Yes, I know. I'm still working on that, but that's not the point. The point is I don't think it's going to work."

"It'll work, Stiles. My plans always work."

He made a choking laugh. "Yeah, right. Your plans always get us nearly killed."

"We only get maimed."

He pulled the phone away from his ear and spoke into the mouth piece. "Twenty feet of windows, Scott. Windows." He put it back to his ear. "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, I heard. Do you think you can speak any louder?" Scott stopped him before he got the chance. "Don't answer that. Listen, I have to go. Mom needs the car tonight and I'm studying with Greenburg."

The look on Stiles' face was priceless. "Why?"

"Mom thinks it will make me smarter."

"Good luck. Let's hope Coach doesn't find out."

"That's the last thing I need. Talk to you tomorrow, Stiles."

"Night." Stiles dropped his phone on the hall table as he walked into the kitchen. He was oblivious of what was going on around him until he heard feminine laughter. He had an apple in his mouth when he slammed the door. "Dah?"

John and Terrence turned around as they realized he was there. Terrence's eyes sparked once. That meant he knew exactly what was going on. He talked to his teacher way too much. His dad was staring at him as if he had grown a second head. He might as well have. He was staring at the two people he could swear were causing the murders.

"Dad, what's going on?" he asked as he munched on his apple.

"Well, I invited the Dylans over for dinner. They said the place had changed enough that they didn't recognize it or know anyone here. Except the Hales, but that's neither here nor there," John replied with a smile.

Stiles flicked his eyes over his dad's head to Terrence. He had his nose wrinkled like he had smelled the lie the first time. He was only around because he sensed the same thing Thierry had, and when both twins sensed something, he knew it was bad.

"Why are you home so late? I thought I put a curfew on the town," his dad continued.

"I was studying with Danny. He's being harsh on me in chemistry two. I really just want to punch him sometimes but then I realize he's the goalie for a reason. He could snap me like a twig."

"Anyone could snap you like a twig," Keilani said. Her mother joined in the laughter. When the men didn't, she settled. "Oh, come on. I was just joking. Your dad has been telling us that you have become quite the little lacrosse player. Emphasis on little."

"That's enough," Terrence demanded. Everyone in the room was quiet. "Stiles is a very good player. Now his studies could use a little work," on that Stiles gave him a look, "but he's improving all the way around. I think he deserves a little credit."

John finally spoke up. "He's right. My son is very talented, especially at speaking. He's been doing very well and I'm proud of him."

Stiles wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Oh, thanks, Dad. That means the world to me." It really did mean the world but his dad would expect him to be overdramatic about it. So he was going to do just that.

His dad snorted at him. "Quit being over the top and entertain our guests."

He looked at the clock on the wall. "It's one in the morning. Why do you have guests here so late?"

Amelia fanned a hand in front of her face. "I'm afraid that's my fault. We had a late dinner and I had three glasses of wine. He wasn't going to let me drive so we stayed until I was sober."

Terrence's eyes were hot when he looked at Stiles. They were lying but Stiles couldn't tell his dad that. He would demand how he knew. John spent so much time with Terrence that he knew the man inside and out. With one look at his friend, John would know something was wrong. He always commented on how vivid green his eyes were. If he saw how bright blue they were, he'd know something was up.

He walked around the table to the sink. Rolling his eyes at the mess, he set about cleaning it up. He flinched every time he heard the high laugh. This was the same laugh he had spent all afternoon listening to in the car. He was getting tired of it. But that wasn't the most intense feeling.

The most intense feeling that he was having a hard time hiding was the feeling that this was wrong. Something inside him was burning like it was a warning. He looked down at his hands as the water from the faucet ran over them. They were glowing slightly. It couldn't be anger because he want angry. It felt like it was an advanced warning system inside him. He felt as if having these women in his house was a mistake. But his dad was a gentleman and he wouldn't listen to his argument.

When he finished loading the dishwasher, he dried his hands and headed for the stairs. He watched from the stairs as his dad flirted with Amelia. Keilani was trying her hardest to get Terrence to notice her but the older man wasn't going to budge. He wasn't going to let her get to him.

Stiles had a sudden idea. He ran to his room and dialed the fourth number on his speed dial. It took a few rings and his hand motions for him to get an answer. Finally on the sixth ring it caught.

"Hello?" said the groggy feminine voice.

Thank God Thierry had picked up. "Thi, it's Stiles. You need to get over here as soon as you can. It's really important."

"What is it, Stiles?" she asked.

In the background he heard, "Tell Stiles to go the hell to bed."

"Shut up," she said. He heard Derek groan when she got up. "I'm on my way. Give me ten minutes.

Stiles was really happy when she didn't ask any questions. He paced his bedroom floor as he bit his nails. He was really nervous. Calling Thierry over was a power play. Having the twins in the house together against suspected witches was bound to cause trouble but he had to protect his dad.

He heard a car pull up to the house. He contemplated jumping out the window but that would cause bodily harm. Instead he took off at break neck speeds down the stairs. The banister would have caved under him if he were a werewolf. Well, one day it would break and he would be flat on his ass with wood sticking out of it arms and legs.

At the moment, he was glad the banister wasn't broken. He swung around it and landed at the door just as his dad and the others walked out. Terrence tilted his head in suspicion then took a whiff. He gave Stiles a toothy grin just before the kid flung the door open.

Thierry lifted her head and smirked as she walked in the door. Amelia and Keilani looked surprised and took a step back.

"What'd you need, Terrence?" she asked as walked past everyone.

"Were you already in town? I told you not to worry about coming over if you were," Terrence replied as he took on the ruse. Oh how Stiles loved listening to the brain games the twins played.

"Well, I was getting ice cream when I got your text. You know how fun games can be when ice cream is involved." She waggled her eyebrows for good measure.

John cleared his throat. "Thierry, I thought you were staying with Derek tonight."

"I am. Didn't you just hear I needed to get ice cream?"

He held up his hand. "Don't finish that thought. By the way, I need you at the school tomorrow. You're the one who knows the students. They'll talk to you."

"I got it. How long do you need me there?"

"All day if you need to be. It might take that long with students like my son."

Stiles waved his hands. "I'm not that bad."

Thierry shifted her head to look at him. "When you get nervous, you chew on your lacrosse net." They made faces at each other. "I'll give you a full report when I get a chance.'

John nodded then looked at his guests. "I guess I'll see you out."

Amelia allowed him to help her into her jacket. "Oh, John. I was wondering. Would you care to go out with me tomorrow night?"

"Dad!" Stiles said quickly. His dad looked at him. "I have a game tomorrow night."

John made a face. "That's right. I'm sorry, Amelia. I can't go. I go to all of his games, even the ones he doesn't play in."

Thierry and Terrence shared a smile at the way John worded the excuse. But Amelia wasn't deterred. She latched herself on to his arm and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. The three, Stiles included, shared a look that was good enough to kill.

"I've never seen a lacrosse game. Do you think it would be a good idea if I joined you?"

John was powerless against her. "Sure."

Amelia made a happy noise and Keilani gave the twins a smug look. Stiles sucked in a breath. This wasn't going to end well.

"Let me show you to your car," his dad continued.

When they were out of earshot, Terrence let out a slew of curses. Thierry listened to her brother momentarily as she sniffed the air. Slowly her lips peeled back over her teeth revealing elongated canines. Stiles gasped and tried to get her to calm down but it didn't really work. Terrence sniffed the air and snarled as well.

"What's going on?" Stiles asked.

"It's the same smells I smelled at the crime scenes," Thierry said.

Stiles looked from the twins to his dad outside and back to the twins. Finally he pointed.

"Are you trying to say that the murderers are trying to coerce my father into allowing them to go to my game?" They nodded. His arms started flying and his leg came up. "That's not cool. It's so not cool."

"What do we do?" Terrence asked.

"As of right now, I have no proof that they did it. I just have the smells. I can't arrest them for that. When they ask how I know, I can't just say it was a hunch. I could lose my badge. We have to play this safe." She swallowed hard. "I'll talk to Derek. I'll see if we can use Cora and Boyd tomorrow night at the game."

The other two were silent. This was the first time she had said she was going to talk to Derek about using the pack. Most of the time she just did what she wanted. They guessed she had finally come to understand how the pack was meant to work. At least how this pack was meant to work.

"What about Peter?" Terrence asked.

"I'll just bully him into doing what I want. It's easy enough to do. I have more information than he does and he's chomping at the bit to get it. This will make it easier for him to understand how this works," she replied.

"Well, we better figure this out soon. The full moon is in a couple of days and the two of you will be wolves. My dad and I will be unprotected," Stiles said.

Thierry grabbed his face gently. "If anything happens, you call me. I'll hear you no matter where you are or where I am and I'll come to you. I'll kill anything that harms you." Stiles nodded his head, grateful someone was able to keep that promise. She dropped her hand. "I'll call you tomorrow with details."

She walked out the door. They watched as she cast her eyes in the direction of the cars. John was still talking to Amelia by her Mercedes. Thierry jumped in her jeep, reversed, and was gone before anyone could say a word to her. Terrence and Stiles looked at each other, both grateful that Thierry could hold her tongue when she needed to.