(sorry I know this sucks its just really hard to write about the sheriff and stuff finding stuff out without making it boring or super long so i just went for really quick lame stuff sorry. anyway i hope to have another chapter up soon thanks for all the support guys I really appreciate it. :))

Melissa had come home from work expecting to find either Scott sneaking in or the whole pack in the living room for a meeting. It wasn't so unusual for a pack meeting to happen at some strange hour of the morning but when she got home it was quiet.

The nurse had gone up to her sons room to check on him only to see an empty bed. This was also not unusual and so went to bed assuming it was another supernatural drama that he was taking care of.

But by morning there was still no sign of Scott. Melissa called the Sheriff but her son wasn't there, in fact neither was Stiles. The rest of the pack was called, kids and parents, but they were all gone.

Liam and Malia were the only ones that could be found and they didn't know anything about where the others were.

Melissa was getting worried. "Scott usually leaves a note or calls me, John."

"Stiles doesn't really tell me anything and if he does he usually lies to keep me out of it but this does feel strange."

Liam was nervous especially since the sheriff didn't know what had happened. Melissa noticed the beta shuffling and fidgeting and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?"

The wolf nodded. "Yeah it just doesn't feel good to be away from the pack or Alpha for too long."

Malia nodded in agreement. "Yeah I can feel it too. They must have been gone a while already cause I've already got less control." She brought her hands up in front of her as they shook and showed them her claws were already out.

Melissa and the Sheriff exchanged a look. Neither of them would have any way to control a werewolf or were-coyote.

The Sheriff had already inspected all the kid's rooms and found signs of break-ins at each one so they knew where they were taken from. But still not by who. They had also gone to Derek Hales loft to see if he could help but found that he had been taken too. There was evidence of a struggle at Derek's so they could assume the kidnappers knew how to deal with werewolves.

John was trying to remain calm and focus on finding the missing kids but he was a cop, he knew the statistics of missing people. After 48 hours the likelihood of finding the victims decreases dramatically and on top of that these guys knew about werewolves. From what Scott and Stiles had told him about hunters they could already be….

The Sheriff shook the thought from his head and took another sip from his coffee and looking at the evidence again. Stiles had been kidnapped before, actually far too many times, but the kids usually got themselves out or the rest of the pack would bust them out before John even knew anyone as missing.

The fourth coffee that night and the lack of sleep must have been a good combination because the Sheriff suddenly remembered that they had their own supernatural sniffer dogs on hand that could sniff out the pack and where they had been taken.

Liam and Malia were staying with Melissa so John raced over to the McCalls and found the three already in Scott's room.

The two were-creatures walked around the room sniffing, Scott bed and the window beside it were sniffed out especially and the two looked at each other.

"I remember that smell from Mexico."

"Me too. The hunters that were there smelled like that. Scott called them the Calavera's." Malia leaned so far out the window john thought she might fall out but she only sniffed around before jumping out. Melissa yelped in fright but they looked out to see the girl standing on the grass outside.

"The scent goes cold from here."

Scott's healing was slowed because of the mountain ash everywhere but was soon back to normal. Derek had been taken out and tortured for a while and came back in little worse condition than Scott had and but reported that he said nothing of the beta the Calavera's were so desperately searching for.

Stiles was wiping Derek's face down with his shirt that he had wet with the small cup of water they had been given. The cuts that littered the werewolf's body were healing so slowly that Lydia was worried they might become infected.

Stiles was worried. The hunters had already taken the two werewolves and gotten nothing, if the guard by the door was anything to go by then they would be taking someone else soon and it was either the kitsune the banshee or the human. Their odds weren't looking good.

Kira squealed in fright from where she sat with Scott when the door was slammed open revealing a very angry Araya.

She walked up to the bars of their cell and glared at the pack.

"You won't tell me where your beta is? To protect him? What about your human, who's going to protect him?" The hunter snapped her fingers at the guard at the door.

"Take him."

The reaction was instantaneous. Scott's eyes flared red despite the mountain ash and he shoved Stiles back against the rear wall of the cell. His teeth and claws were out and even Kira and Lydia stood in front of Stiles, ready to protect him. Scott managed to get a good swipe at the hunter and left claw marks on his arms but as soon as the taser was out the alpha dropped like a rock. The torture, effort of healing and the mountain ash was making him weaker and he could do nothing but watch as the hunter shoved the girls away to get at Stiles.

Stiles, even human, fought with everything he had but the hunter was uncaring as he gripped the human's neck and dragged him out the door with Araya laughing behind them.

Lydia gripped the bars of the now closed cell and cried. They had taken Stiles, their human, and he couldn't heal might not even survive the Calavera's ruthless torture. Her knees buckled and she landed on the floor hard, as she sobbed. She could hear Kira and Scott crying behind her but she focused only on the door where her best friend had been taken and hoped he would come back alive.