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Not one of my best chapters, I'll admit... My favorites, by far, have been chapters 3 and chapters 4... I wrote this in a hurry, right before going to bed. Chapter 8 will be better... most likely... ^-^

Chapter Seven

The werewolves were secure, they had thick cuffs, more like shackles, on their wrists and ankles, the shackles were bound together by a thick chain, making movement, specifically walking, difficult. They thick metal collars on their necks as well. Their arms were behind them, police style. Making sure they were still knocked out, and having their weapons ready, they unloaded the three young werewolves from the back of the van, which was parked at the side of the Hale house. Allison watched her father place Isaac down, his back to a tree, his head hanging limply, and his knees bent ankles together. A chain was clipped to his collar, wrapped around the tree, and then attached to his collar again. He was basically immobilized, while not in any pain; her father insisted they be humane. Allison snorted at the thought, and watched Erica and Boyd be bound to nearby trees in a same manner. All three were still unconscious. She ordered the van to be hidden a few yards away, and then ordered all the hunters to get to their positions and await Derek's arrival. 'Go ahead Derek' she thought, 'Come, be a hero' she thought sarcastically. 'Heroes didn't bite hunters, forcing her to kill herself…' Allison felt the tears threating to well up in her eyes. She blinked fiercely, not allowing the tears to come. No! No! She would not cry, she would extract her revenge, Derek would die tonight, and she'd be the one to kill him. She was making sure off that… Allison tightened her grip on her bow, and went to get into position as well.

Derek slowed down, then stopped, crouching behind a tree, mere yards from his house. 'They can't do this, I won't let them. .. Not in front of my home' Derek thought, he could almost feel the moon overhead, lighting his path. 'Show me the way' he plead, getting no response, as usual. He glanced around, drinking in the scents. He knew they were out there, smart bastards, they would be hiding well, mostly down wind, somewhere high, or low, which ever they thought he was least likely to pay attention to. He had to find were they were keeping his pack. Inside his house? Hidden somewhere around it? In a vehicle? He couldn't just rush in like a knight in shining armor, he'd get caught and they'd strike him down. He was no used to his pack crippled by arrows, or dead; he'd have to be careful, find out how many hunters were hiding from his view, and find out where they were keeping his pack. He heard leaves rustle as a foot brushed by them. He whirled around and bared his teeth in warning, though he didn't snarl, he didn't want to give away his position, only to find out he'd been startled by a squirrel. Scott stared back at him, holding his hands up to show he wasn't a threat. "Dere-" Scott began. Derek rushed over and covered his mouth with his hand. "Shh!" he hissed in the boy's ear. "Quiet, you'll give away our position!" he warned. Scott looked up at him, blinking. Derek slowly removed his hand, and Scott nodded. "Reveal our position to whom?" Scott asked, coming to crouching beside him. "The Argents" Derek said, not bothering to lie, Scott was in too deep anyways. If he started arguing with the boy they'd most certainly reveal their positions. "Keep quiet and stay low" Derek growled in Scott's ear, hoping he'd obey the command. Derek then crept forward, keeping his eyes forward.

"Allison?" Scott murmured, catching a whiff of the girl he loved most in the world's scent. "Allison?" he called a little loud, without thinking he raised his head, to look around and to have better access to the scents in the breeze. "Idiot!" he heard Derek snarl at him. He turned to look at Derek; surprised when the older werewolf slamming into him, knocking him to the ground. "Grrraaaah!" he heard Derek snarl, at first he thought he was still venting his rage at Scott for looking up. Then Derek rolled off him, and Scott caught sight of the arrow lodged deep in his back. He hadn't even heard it….

Derek bared his teeth, grinding them in pain, he attempted to push himself up, the muscles in and around his shoulders pulling and tensing, causing more pain to cut through him. He felt Scott's hand grip his arm, pulling him up the rest of the way. "We have to run" Derek said, looking at the younger boy intensely. He was disappointed, but not surprised, when he saw the look of disagreement on Scott's face. The boy still believed in Allison, and their love. He didn't think she'd allow her family to kill them. 'Fool' Derek thought. What was it going to take for Scott to see? Like Aunt, like niece, did Allison have to burn his house down for him to see the resemblance the girl held to her sadistic Aunt Kate? He saw Scott open his mouth, to protest, or to defend his view point. Derek grabbed Scott's shirt in his fist and pulled the boy's face close to his own. "Listen to me Scott. LISTEN! They have my pack, they have set up a trap, if we get caught they will most likely kill me, then you. If you stay here, crouched like an idiot, still believing in the love that never even stood a chance in the first place, you will die, and you may also cause Isaac, Erica, and Boyd to lose their lives as well" he fervently explained to the thick headed boy. He opened his mouth to say more, but his ears pricked, catching a familiar sound. "Shield your eyes!" he warned, closing his own and throwing his arm over them, his other hand still gripping Scott's shirt, as a flare designed specifically to blind werewolves went up.

Derek lifted his arm off his face, but kept his eyes shut; he started forward, tugging Scott along. They didn't have much time, the hunters used the time the flare gave them wisely, it would be stupid to think they weren't near, if they didn't have them surrounded already. He tentatively opened his eyes, then blinked slowly, finding the bright light created by the flare to be gone. He continued to pull Scott along, not daring to waste time by checking to see if the young werewolf had shut his eyes before the flare went off. His ears picked up a light, barely noticeable sound, and he looked up to see Allison, standing to his left, arrow pointed right at his chest. He bared his fangs at her, his right hand still gripping Scott's shirt. His look dared her to go through with it, his muscles tensed, preparing to catch the arrow.

Scott hesitantly opened his eyes, his ears picking up a noise that sounded very much like an arrow brushing against- "Allison" he breath with conviction. He blinked, the first thing he noticed was Derek crouching defiantly in front of him, glaring at someone who stood to their left. He turned his head, seeing Allison standing a few feet away, bow taunt and ready. "Allison?" he murmured, not recognizing the cold look in her eyes as she held the arrow aimed at Derek's chest. "Allison?" he said a little louder, trying to take a step toward her, but unable to as Derek tightened his grip on his shirt. Allison heard him, however, she remained facing Derek, but slid her eyes to look at him. They held no love for him, they simply regarded he was there, and then she refocused her attention on Derek. Derek gave her a wolfy grunt, he let go of Scott's shirt and pounced at Allison. "No!" Scott yelled, tackling Derek's legs. The young Alpha still managed to take a swipe at Allison's legs, knocking her down.

Derek lunged at Allison, aiming to crush her bow in his hands and knock her to the ground, then get away as she recovered. No doubt she'd have a dagger of some sort; he'd only have a short span of time before she threw it at his retreating form. Then Scott tackled him, stopping him just short of reaching the girl's weapon of choice. He managed to knock her off her feet, but the bow was still in her hand. He knew she would still be able to aim it, even while on her back. "Let's go!" he growled at Scott, grabbing his shirt roughly and running forwards, tugging him along with him. *Flint* *Flint* *Flint* "MOVE!" he snarled, when Scott didn't catch on quickly enough, he gave Scott a shove, hurtling the boy a few feet ahead of himself. "Don't stop running!" he said. He heard gunshots, a bullet striking a tree seconds after he ran by it. He turned in the direction of his house, sharply, pulling Scott with him. From the corner of his eye he saw Chris pick his daughter up, the bow still in her grasp, the gun still in his.

Scott slowed to a stop, placing his hands on his knees and bending forward. He wasn't winded, but his heart was beating like crazy. He couldn't help but wonder, however much he tried,… would Allison have actually shot him if he got in the way? Would he have one of her arrows lodged somewhere in his body if Derek hadn't forced him to run? Derek…, remembering the young Alpha, Scott turned to look at him. He was standing straight, looking back in the direction they'd come from. Trying to see how close the Argents were, Scott guessed. The arrow was still in Derek's back, he also had a tear in his leather jacket, blood visible as it seeped out of the wound caused by one of Allison's arrows. As if sensing he was being observed, Derek glanced at Scott, his eyes emotionless. He pulled the arrow from his back, then walked past him, toward his house. Unable to think of anything else to do that was reasonable, Scott followed him.

Stiles waited in his jeep for Scott to return, he'd gone to see if they were on the right trail, if he found Derek's scent he would return and point Stiles in the right direction and then they'd drive there. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel; Scott would be right back… No reason to get impatient…

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