No.

Stupid.

I'm not.

Liar.

Shut Up!

Derek doesn't care about you.

Stop it.

God how could you even believe that he could-

Just leave me alone.

Just look at you.

Please.

"Stiles, are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine Neo. Just go back to sleep."

The first day spent at the Danton household took quite a toll on Stiles. It wasn't that the boy wanted to go home, it was in fact the exact opposite. Neo's family argued a lot but Stiles knew they all loved each other. With the way things had been lately he was grateful to have the chance to enjoy himself with other people without feeling useless.

What exactly was he going to do about The Pack? Stiles had no idea, he just didn't want Neo and her family to be hurt because of him. Unfortunately he was also terrified of being kicked out of the Pack. They had been through a lot together and Stiles still considered them to be his family, broken and frayed yes, but still family nonetheless.

It would be easy for him to feed the Pack false research and Stiles knew that Peter would back him up 100%, speaking of which Stiles could never figure out why the creepy wolf indulged him so much. If it weren't for Isaac and Liam, Peter would be the only Pack member treating Stiles like he actually wanted the boy around. Regardless of the older wolfs affection for the boy Stiles knew that if Derek had even an inkling of what Stiles was hiding heads would roll. Not to mention the fact that Victoria was still hovering around, Stiles was really trying to avoid another confrontation with the woman.

Was this really his life now? Kanima and Werewolves are one thing but Dragons? Sphinx's? God he was getting a serious headache just trying to wrap his mind around the shit storm that was now his life. Something big was coming, Stiles could feel it in his bones. Things were going to change in Beacon Hills. The only question was, how exactly was he going to stop it?

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"Dear Nephew, may I speak with you for a moment?" Peter strolled into the loft, several shopping bags in his grasp "I'm sorry to interrupt your time with such a darling redhead but believe it or not there are things that matter that need to be discussed."

Derek grunted approvingly, grumpily retracting his arms away from a seething Victoria and heaving himself off the couch to follow Peter up the stairs. They proceeded to Derek's study, also known as 'The Archive' where all the supernatural info the Pack acquired was stored. The older wolf gave no indication of what he actually wanted to talk about on the way to the Archive, which was strange because Derek was used to an incessant amount of sarcastic jibes from his Uncle.

Derek shut the door firmly, cocking his head slightly to make sure the Pack was going about their business. Despite having unimaginable hearing abilities his Pack were still teens and people their age rarely listened to adult conversations, often times too caught up in 'who likes who' and 'who's failing what' tête-à-tête.

"What do you want Peter?"

"Stiles."

"What about him?" Derek's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Your the Alpha, the head honcho, the big tub of butter and the rest of us are sticks."

"Peter, I don't have time for your games. What's your point?"

"Make the Pack leave him alone. I don't know exactly what your playing at but it's getting out of hand."

"He can handle it."

"God's Derek! Have you even bothered to look at the kid lately? He's different, I don't know what it is but it's almost as if he's just...fading away."

"Listen to me Peter. The boy is mine. He is my mate and I'll treat the boy how I feel he should be treated. I know you have feelings for him but he loves me and if you even try to go anywhere near him, I'll tear you in half."

"Your mate huh? Then what the hell are you trying to pull? Why is Victoria even here? If I recall correctly, whenever our families met at Pack functions you barely even looked at her."

"I'm giving him the proper motivation." Derek grinned "If he wants to be with me, he'll be stronger, better, useful."

"You mean easier to use?"

"What else would he be good for?"

"Do you even love him? Does he even love you back?"

"Does it matter? He's mine and I'll do what I want with him, I could care less about what he wants." The wolf scoffed, pulling himself up out of the armchair he was previously resting in.

"Well this was a nice chat. Unfortunately, I'm not a very talkative person. Leave it alone Peter, or just leave. I'm sure nobody will miss you." Derek stalked angrily out of the Archive, leaving a fuming Peter in his wake.

"God one of these days I'm going to slice his whore throat open"

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"Stiles? Neo? Are you up?" Nurse knocked vehemently, the woman had let the mole ridden boy sleep in Neo's bedroom. It was pretty obvious that Stiles was gay, so she wasn't worried and even if the child was straight Nurse trusted her daughters judgement and Neo would have never brought him home with her if he had nothing but sex on the brain.

"Good Mornin' Momma!" Did you need something?"

"Are yah taking that boy with you today? You know it's your turn to mind the shop."

After a series of muffled scuffling, Neo and Stiles traipsed out of the bedroom sleepy eyed, wild haired and adorably confused.

"But Momma, I thought it was Mavey's turn to watch the shop?"

"Well it was but you know your sister, apparently she just had to clean her arsenal today."

"I don't mind going. Do you want to go Stiles?"

"Um sure but what exactly are you talking about?"

"We own a flower shop a bit of a ways from here, it's pretty close to where our school is."

"Oh, you mean the one near the bookstore?"

"Yep."

"That's pretty cool Neo! I'd love to go with you."

"Alright now that that's settled you children get dressed and get ready to head out."

The two and a half days spent with the Danton's had been one of the most enjoyable times of Stiles' life. He dreaded having to return home to the Pack, and most importantly the Sheriff. He and Neo had spent plenty of quality time together at the flower shop, fittingly called 'Emerald City Flowers'. They had even called Isaac and Liam, to schedule their project meeting on Tuesday after school at Liam's.

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The thin teen pulled up halfheartedly into the driveway of his house, sighing when he noticed his fathers car parked innocently on the curb. Did he mention that was not looking forward to this inevitable conversation? Because he totally wasn't. Like at all. Literally if he had a choice between talking to the Sheriff or jumping out of a burning airplane into a volcano filled with lava sharks, he'd totally choose the lava sharks.

Stiles tepidly drifted into the house, he nearly made it to his bedroom too, but sadly his father snatched him up before he even made it halfway up the stairs. More than a little terrified of his father, Stiles flailed dramatically and if not for his father he would have tumbled down the stairs.

"Stiles, are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine Dad."

"Son. About what happened the other day..."

"Just leave it alone." Stiles yanked himself from the Sheriff's grip and scampered towards his bedroom, slamming the door and locking it swiftly. In spite of his sons retreat the Sheriff wasn't giving up. He had felt like scum after what he had did to the teen the other day. Not long after the amber eyed boy ran off, John dashed desperately after him.

"No! No I'm not just going to leave it alone! I-I almost- God Stiles, I hurt you!"

"Dad, I told you I'm not mad! It was my fault anyways..." The boy hushed from behind his bedroom door.

"You should be! Son, I am so sorry. I just...God I'm sorry." John gasped desperately for air, he felt like his son having one of his panic attacks. The man had no idea how to make this right. And then he wept silently, because he knew that he never could.

"Dad? A-Are you crying?"

"..."

Stiles nearly tore his door from it's hinges in his desperation to be near his bawling Father. Dropping to his knees, the younger male was quick to wrap the other in a poignant embrace.

"Dad, everything's gonna be fine. I love you okay? I forgive you."

"M'sorry. M'sorry. So sorry. Love you son."

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"How long do Me and Allison have to do this?" Lydia complained, "It's not OUR job to do research Y'know..."

"Well my little bundle of joy, do you see that human anywhere?" Victoria snarled viciously. She was getting unimaginably irritated with the girl. Why her lover choose to bite single-minded, obtuse teenagers and allow them to invite their vapid, adolescent lovers along with them was beyond her. It was bad enough that she had to deal with snot nosed brats during the school hours, dealing with the cretins at her inamorato's home was really tying her natural talent for false kindness.

"Well, no but-"

"Then shut-up and keep looking you dumb broad!"

"Hey! You can't talk to us like that!" Allison carped, jostling the laptop seated primly in her skirted lap.

"I talk to you girls however I wish! Derek is my mate, so I'm in charge around here when he's not around!"

"Shows what you know..." Liam mumbled. He really didn't want to be there but unfortunately for him Scott got a hold of his number and after locating where the young wolf was, dragged him to the Pack 'meeting'.

"What was that sweetie?" Victoria crooned. "Did you say something?"

"Hey Lady, leave him alone. Were trying to help you out here. You don't have to be such a bitch-" Jackson's tirade about the ghastly red head was interrupted by the untimely arrival of everyone's favorite (cough cough) sourwolf.

"What have you found?" He demanded, swiftly entering the Archive while placing a chaste uninterested kiss on his lovers brow.

"Well-" Lydia stated indifferently, "Apparently Dragons can only be made, not born. Even if a Dragon has a child, it will still be an ordinary human regardless of its lineage."

"Interesting. How are they born exactly?"

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Your Message Has Been Sent!

excuse me?

Message From: Ne The Cowardly Lion(With love)

stiles, ive said it like three times already.

Well excuse him for not believing his ears, eyes? The first time he hear- read it!

Your Message Has Been Sent!

sorry Neo its just pretty hard to believe that your Dj ing wait is there a plural for that? Djaying? Deejiying? Or can you just spell it out? Deejaying? Anyway your the DJ for the WINTER DANCE! How come you never told me you could play music on the spinny DJ table thing?!

Message From: Ne The Cowardly Lion(With love)

you never asked and i never really thought it was that important until now. besides im asking you if you want to do it with me so does that make up for my sins?./ Smiley face~?

Your Message Has Been Sent! God he hated when his phone did that. What the hell was it gonna do? Give him a goddamn medal? Oh good for you guy! You sent your message! Here have some candy!

awww you know i cant resist your smiley faces! Fine i guess ill forgive you...and i guess *sigh* since i know youll be absolutely lost without me ill help you out at the dance. I could totally be your assistant! and you could be houdini! yknow if he was a girl, and had really nice hair, and was black...and played music instead of magic tricks...

Message From: Ne The Cowardly Lion(With love)

Sooo, nothing like houdini?

Your Message Has Been Sent!

You know me so well!

Stiles and Neo managed to play out the rest of their day in an uneventful manor. All in all, it was basically like every other Monday in the existence of forever. Except they had each other, and that was way more awesome than what everyone else in the history of Mondays had ever had. The amber eyed boy was interrupted from his musings by a hard muscled wall, that would surely cause him to form a bruise on his nose later from the force of impact.

"Uh, hey Isaac hows it going?"

"No time to talk Stiles." The curly haired Wolf then proceeded to drag his friend down the crowded hallways to a nearby empty classroom.

"H-Hey wait a second! What are you doing?!"

"Stiles, I'm going to tell you something. Something very important, and I need you to listen to me because I really don't think I'll have the chance to say it again."

"Okay...?"

"The Pack, they're planning something. And it involves your friend Neo."

"What?"

"I'm not sure exactly what it is, but they're planning to do it on Friday night."

"On the day of the Winter Dance? The same time as the Full Moon? What exactly are they planning Isaac?!"

"I don't know! Apparently they discussed it at the meeting yesterday, but I wasn't there. Liam told me everything he knew before Derek made him leave. I don't even think they've thought this whole thing through to be honest. All I know is they know something you don't know and we- well you have to figure out what it is before it's too late." Isaac pleaded, he didn't want anything to happen to the girl or to Stiles. And he knew that Stiles was the only person smart enough to stop the monsters that the Pack had become.

"Okay." The honey eyed boy gasped, "Okay, here's what were gonna do. Were meeting at Liam's house tomorrow and Neo will give us plenty of information then alright? Then you and Liam have to figure out what the Pack is planning! I can't go to the Loft so it's up to you two."

"Alright. Okay. That's fine. I can do that."

"Isaac, just breathe. Relax okay? Everything's going to be fine and then we'll sort out this whole mess with Derek and the Pack alright?"

"Yeah sure. I'm fine. And Stiles, there's something else you should know?"

"What?"

"Derek and Peter..."

"What about them?"

"Derek sort of...almostkilledPeterandthenPeterranoffandnowwecantfindhim?"

"Excuse ME?! Derek did what now?"

"He...almost killed Peter. And now we can't find..Peter"

"Oh my god."

"Yeah, that's what I'd thought you say."

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"Alright Nee." Stiles settled himself firmly into his rolling chair, "Tell us everything."

It was Tuesday night, and after what seemed like a million years of tossing and turning Stiles decided that Isaac, Liam, and Neo should meet at his house instead of Liam's. It felt safer there for some reason. Neo was currently sprawled daintily across Stiles' bed, currently clad in a fashionable patchwork style dress she had found at a Goodwill the day before. Liam was seated Indian style beside her, humming in contentment while Neo attempted to braid his short hair. Isaac looked on from his perch at the foot of Stiles' bed, grinning at the two teens.

Stiles cooed internally. He found the three teenagers to be adorable. It was like Isaac and Neo were parents and Liam was their cute little potato baby!

"Well what do you want to know?"

"Just, start from the beginning."

"Well, there are a total of eight types of Dragons those include Dragons of Air, Fire, Seas and Various Waters, Earth, Wind Storm and Weather, Mountains And Forests, and finally the Dragons of Chaos and Destruction."

"Uh, not trying to interrupt but that's only seven."

"Yes, but technically the last element doesn't really exist anymore..."

"What do you mean?" Liam questioned." How can something just not exist?"

"Ill get to that point eventually. The thing is Dragons are made not born."

"What does that mean? So were you created by god or something?" Isaac asked quietly. He didn't think there even was a god. Now all of a sudden there is, and he's creating Dragons?

"Well yes and no. Technically the Dragon Lords, well they are God in a way. They were the very first creatures created on this earth years ago. They were made in secret and very few know of their true origin."

"How come you keep saying they? Your a Dragon too aren't you?"

"I'd prefer honorary Dragon. The original Dragons, The Lords, were hatched out of a single egg made from nothing but dark grew and over the centuries each created and mastered their own element. They decided among themselves that each Dragon would become a Lord, and master over their element and allow the seasons to change and flowers to grow."

"So who are they exactly? Like do they have names?"

"Of course. There's Saayas, The Lord of Wind and Storm, Fafnir, The Lord of Fire, Yllerion, The Lord of Chaos, Grael, The Earth Lord, Elriorith, Lord of the Mountains and Forests, Koilin, Lord of Air, Oumy, Lord of the Seas, and finally if she were still alive, Erchamion The Lord of Life and New Beginnings."

"So Erca-Ercham-Um that life lady. She's dead?" Liam asked.

"I believe so. You see, There can only be one living Lord at a time. In the case that one dies a single egg is laid by said Lord and though it could take hundreds or thousands of years eventually the Lord realizes it's place in the world and claims his/her title as the Lord of his/her element."

"So how were you made?"

"An innocent soul tormented by fate

The eight Dragon Lords couldn't bear to hate

A wee little babe that breathed it's last breath

Was reborn as a Dragon fierce and bereft"

"So let me get this straight...You died?!"

"A long time ago yes. I can't remember when or how but one day I was gone and the next time I woke up I was still thirteen, the age that I died."

"How exactly do you age?"

"I'm not sure. I never really started aging until I gained full control over my powers. Even so I'm sure that I can choose to age however I please. What I do know is that Nurse and Maverick found me, before that I just wandered and the only thing I could remember was my name."

"So they just turn whoever they want?"

"No they pick and choose. It takes a positively odious act to even catch the attention of one of the Lords. And they still might not be interested enough to turn you. I must have died during a storm though, because Saayas choose me."

" Are you a ghost?"

"No! A'hm just as real as you lot are!" Neo blushed southern accent thickening. "I was just, taken apart and put back together again."

"Sorry Neo, so can you die? Since Y'know you came back already?" Isaac reddened slightly, the tips of his ears dusted pink. For some reason he found Neo's accent to be unfathomably adorable.

"But alas the wee child left something behind

A piece of itself that would linger all time

For that is the only way to ever stop the beast

A single thing that would make the magic cease"

"So..? That means?"

"My memories. That's how you kill a Dragon."

"So by a piece of yourself you mean literally?"

Neo sighed, rolling up the skirt of her dress. Isaac blushed and immediately turned the other way. Stiles and Liam on the other hand crept closer to their friend peering down at her exposed thigh. They both backed away however, when they realized that a patch of skin right near Neo's inner thigh was missing, exposing a lighter blemish of skin beneath.

"Oh My God! You did mean literally! Gross!"

"Sorry..."

"No no no! I meant that in the best way possible!" Stiles flailed crushing his darker skinned friend into the bed hugging the breath from her petite body.

"Thank you Stiles! But I can't breathe."

"Ops Sorry Nee."

"It's okay. Anyway it's the same for all Dragons. Lords included. Once someone finds that piece of you, and it can only be found where you died, you'll relieve all your memories from your life before. And then your just, gone I guess.

"You said that it could happen to the Lords too?"

"Well yes, all of them have died at least once. And like I said before an egg is laid and a new Lord is born. That egg shell is their piece. It's what they left behind. And once the Lord hatches it doesnt think twice about its shell. So anyone of them can be found really. The Lords dont really have memories to remember but for some reason destroying the shell works all the same."

"Is there anything else that can hurt you?"

"Nothing except iron. And it doesn't really do much harm. It does burn like a bitch though. And enough of it could leave us paralyzed for a while."

"Gasp! Neo! Watch your language!" Stiles snapped playfully.

"What? It burns."

"Yeah but still! Your supposed to be our Mother Teresa! And Mamma Teresa doesn't say bitch!"

"Okay."

"Well aren't you just the-OH MY GOD!"

Suddenly without warning, something crashed through Stiles' window, showering the floor with glass and pieces of window pane. The figure, splayed out in the middle of the bedroom groaned heavily rotating onto it's back crying out in irritation at the glass shards currently piercing their skin. The intruders face turned towards the frightened teenagers, and Stiles immediately knew who their 'guest' was.

"Peter? Is that you?!" Stiles sprinted to the older mans side, not caring about the glass strewn across his bedroom floor. "Guys help me drag him onto the bed!"

The others leaped into action, helping Stiles drag the near dead weight that was Peter Hale over to the teens bed. Once settled into the soft blankets Peter sighed in relief, the pleasant sweetly sour scent of his treasured human instantly relaxed him.

"Y'bed smells like apples." Peter hummed sleepily sinking himself further into the delicious scent.

"Um thank you? Hey wait no! You are not just going to jump though my goddamn window and fall asleep without an explanation! Wake your wolfy ass up! And don't bleed out all over my bed-!" The teens tirade was interrupted by said wolf who dragged the younger boy down into the bed with him, a firm grip on his slim waist. Stiles struggled for a moment before finding that he actually found the older mans warm embrace quite nice, regardless of the fact that he couldn't actually get up if he wanted to.

"Should we go?"

"I think we should..."

"Hey Neo, I drove Derek's car here. Ill take you and Liam home."

"Wait no don't leave me! I'm stuck!"

"See you tomorrow Stiles, sweet dreams." Neo waved at her friend before strolling down the hallway giggling at the boys antics. She briefly wondered who the man was and why he entered in such a way, but like most things the girl didn't think about it too deeply. She just went with the flow of things most times.

"See ya Stiles!"

"See you tomorrow Stiles, good luck with Peter!"

"Wait! Take me with you!"

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After an hour or so trying to remove himself from the older mans grip, Stiles finally sighed in wasn't going anywhere anytime soon and the way things were looking he wasn't going to get any sleep if he kept this up. Besides, he found it strangely comforting to be in the lycans strong arms. He felt safe and protected, and most importantly warm because an awful breeze had worked it's way into his bedroom on account of the broken window. Rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness that was his life the boy snuggled deeper into Peters arms and for the first time in a while, slept soundly without a single voice inside his head.

When Stiles woke up the next morning he wasn't surprised at the fact Peter was gone. He was however stunned at the fact that his room was free of glass and debris from the night before. It was almost as if nothing happened, except you know his window was non existent at the moment. Exactly how was he going to explain that to his dad?

Message From: Ne The Cowardly Lion(With love)

so how did it go?

Oh so now they care?

Your Message Has Been Sent!

i havent forgotten your little act of treachery last night little missy!

Message From: Ne The Cowardly Lion(With love)

.?

Your Message Has Been Sent!

thats not gonna work this time~

Message From: Ne The Cowardly Lion(With love)

:'(

Your Message Has Been Sent!

Alright already you win! Your lucky i cant stay mad at you! Anyway about last night... You never finished talking about that other lord. The life one

Message From: Ne The Cowardly Lion(With love)

Theres not much to tell Stiles. She just vanished during the battle of elements and nobody ever saw her again. And if theres a new lord he/she hasn't known who they really are for centuries and i doubt theyll turn up anytime soon.

Your Message Has Been Sent!

Thats weird. are you sure/

Message From: Ne The Cowardly Lion(With love)

Pretty sure.

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Isaac and Liam learned little to nothing from the Pack. Apparently the 'Plan' was only to be discussed between Derek and Victoria. Not to mention the fact that according to Liam Peter never came back to the loft.

"This is ridiculous! We dont even know if they actually have a plan! And from what I'm hearing I'm guessing they don't even have a plan!" Stiles complained sprawled across the biology table. He had been feeling like his old self again. No longer afraid to be who he was, well at least around Neo, Liam, and Isaac.

"Stiles, it's better to be safe rather than sorry. There's something going on here, I mean none of the Pack even came to school today!" Liam grinned.

"Well I guess your right." Stiles sighed, head plopping onto the table in defeat, "It's just so nerve wracking not knowing what their planning."

"I know how you feel but we have to figure it out."

"I know Liam, but we don't have a clue. Not a hint. Not even a whiff. Literally!"

"It'll be okay Stiles."

"Thank's Liam. I just hope Isaac is alright. I can imagine how hard it is getting information out of Jackson of all people."

"Well your not wrong."

"Liam it's Thursday already, were running out of time."

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"Jackson wait up!" Isaac sprinted through the woods, trailing the other wolf as best he could through the slight fog that had settled over the area. Suddenly Jackson came to a stop swiveling around to face the other teen that had been following him so desperately.

"What do you want Lahey?"

"Tell me what Derek is planning."

"Sorry mop top top secret information right there can't tell you anything. Hell I don't even know that much."

"You know something Jackson! Just give me a hint, a clue, anything!"

"Not a chance!"

"Are you seriously doing this right now?!"

"You think I want to hurt anyone?!"

"Well how should I know? Being a raging asshole is one of your specialties."

"I don't want any part of this!"

"Then don't!"

"Derek made me who I am Lahey. He can take it away. Look, Neo seems like a cool chick and I don't want to do this to one of Stillinski's friends but I don't really have a choice here."

"Your wrong Jackson." Isaac slurred, fangs distending."Everyone has a choice. And your making the wrong one."

"You know what fine!" Jackson sneered claws lengthening considerably. He slashed at a nearby tree, inscribing what looked to be a series of numbers into the wood. He finished quickly with a flourish of claws and bark.

"There! Happy now?!"

"What the heel did you do that for? Are you insane?!"

"God you dumb ass! This is why I don't help people!"

"What?"

"That's your clue! Your hint! It's what you wanted right?! Well there you go! Good luck."

And with that Jackson ran off again leaving the baffled teen to inspect the tree curiously.

"Are you serious?" Isaac asked himself, once he realized what Jackson had clawed into the wood. "A number?"

Regardless of his confusion, Isaac yanked his phone out of his pocket and made sure to get a few good quality pictures of the tree before uprooting it and tossing it into the nearby stream. He didn't know what the numbers meant, but the boy didn't want anyone else to see it either.

"Twenty-six...?" The teen mumbled while trekking out of the wood. "What does that even mean?"