So I took the time to look into each characters head a little more, well the rest of the pack besides Derek and Ophelia. But don't worry they're in it too! It is their story after all. Also it seems I can't write these chapters under 2,000 words. Yay for all of you! Boohoo for my sore hands.
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Ryan and his followers succeeded in upsetting both females leaving the entire pack with feelings of unease. Jackson had come running off the field as soon as he felt his mate's distress, luckily instead of having to search for her Peter deposited Lydia right into his waiting arms. Before she could finish telling him what happened Jackson was ready to shift and reign hell down on this punk-ass Freddie character.
"Not before I burn his face with acid so badly his own mother won't recognize him." Lydia, over the initial shock, was now extremely irate.
"That's my girl." Jackson said giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before returning to the game.
"Those boys are lucky I'm immune." She seethed sitting back down next to Allison and Stiles.
"Well God had to limit you in some way, you know, even the playing field for everyone else." Allison whispered conspiratorially.
Lydia could not be prodded for a laugh however; Ryan and his little gang would pay for their indiscretions, most of all trying to grab at Ophelia and herself. Taking a peek behind her the sight of Derek possessively holding onto Ophelia made her feel better. Derek caught her eye and gave brief nod that said 'No one messes with our pack and gets away with it'. Content that her Alpha was all for getting revenge and kicking some ass in true Derek form Lydia turned back around and watched her man and fellow pack members beat the other team into oblivion.
After the game everyone was in a rush to get back to the house. Majority wanted to know what happened, and everyone wanted to know what they were going to do about it. Ophelia and Lydia took turns explaining to everyone; including Chris, Sheriff, and Melissa, what had gone down during half time. Outrage was the general feeling of the pack. Though they were a new pack even they understood permission of the Alpha of whatever territory you venture in must be granted. Not doing so had consequences, like said Alpha being in the right for killing said trespassers. But Ryan had gone a step further, tried to grab Ophelia, the Alphas pregnant mate and another female of the pack as well.
"Sheriff, Chris I need you two to find out where they're staying. Most likely a motel but also include abandoned buildings. Poke around but be subtle, and keep your distance." Derek made his first demand of the night.
"Walter is the one with the best nose. He's about 5'9 with dark brown shaggy hair, usually in gym shorts and beater." Ophelia added, currently she sat on Derek's lap, legs hanging over the arm of the chair as he had both arms wrapped around her.
"I'm not sure how much I can do, but I'll look and see if there have been any recent disturbances. Maybe get an officer or two to check out some of the abandoned buildings." Sheriff Stilinski answered. At first this whole werewolf pack thing had freaked him out beyond anything else, but after a year he couldn't imagine life any other way.
"No it'd be better if my men and I checked out the buildings. From the sounds of it this boys may attack any human officer of otherwise if they suspect them of being in their way or find them out. My team knows how to go into these situations." Chris had stalked more than a few werewolves in his life, besides his guys were itching to do something. After the treaty went up when the Alpha pack came into town, Derek and Chris found they saw eye to eye on more than a few subjects. They weren't best friends, mind you, but they more than allies.
"Alright I'll check out disturbances, and pass along anything that sounds like a pack of young punks." Sheriff Stilinski and Chris began talking about the different methods of their perspective careers over in the corner.
"I know no one in this pack is usually alone, but I am making a rule as of now. Same as if was before. They could go after anybody." Derek said picking up where he left off.
"We know what to do when this sort of thing happens, stay together, stay alert, and be ready for anything at a moment's notice. Now are we actually going to act or just wait around for them to assault pack again?" Erica growled out frustrated, sure she had her problems with Lydia but they were allowed to fight and call each other names they were pack sisters, and as far as Ophelia goes, well she was carrying the Alphas baby, as much as she wasn't fond of Ophelia, Erica was so not going to let anyone hurt her Alphas baby.
"Erica we can't just run around tearing the town apart looking for them. What would you say we do when we find them? Beat them? Kill them? You and I learned from the Alpha pack that surprise is the best attack out of any. We start making noise they are bound to hear it, and then they'll get the jump on us." Boyd spoke up from his spot where he'd been mostly silent all night. It had started with just wanting friends, to getting a dysfunctional family, to kicking ass and getting his ass kicked but looking around the room earlier he knew if given the choice he'd do it all over again. Being a werewolf felt more than natural, it felt as though the wolf was always there, it just needed the bite to be unleashed. Boyd was definitely protective of his pack sisters, especially Erica after what they had been through with Gerard and the Alpha pack. Usually they agreed on most things, but this, this was Erica's blood thirst wolf on the prowl for a fight.
"Boyd's right, if we all start looking and getting frantic we'll look far more stupid then those guys." Scott sat with Allison on his lap as well. She was tasked with trying to calm him. This sort of impending doom fight always riled up his nerves and Allison was the only one who could give him any relief. It was natural that he worried about everyone in the pack, but he also worried about everyone else in Beacon Hills and what kind of damage this would inflict on the town. Never before all this had he thought about even beating someone, but now killing seemed to be okay as well. It was a lot for an extremely empathetic person to worry about, thankfully in the heat of the moment however his wolf had no empathy for his enemies.
"Novice move. Pretty sure Boyd is right. We've gotten our asses handed to us on numerous occasions by being loud." Was Stiles input on Erica's thoughts thinking back to when Peter was a murderous Alpha on a rampage, determined to steal his BFF. A lot of shit has changed since then, he thought looking around the room. Remembering the earlier times, when Scott fought the wolf in him, when others were bitten, how there had been a divide separating Scotts 'pack' and Derek's. But now after everything, they'd die for one another without giving it a second thought and while in most friendships it was nothing more than saying death was a whole hell of a lot more prevalent around here for it to mean little more than words.
"But Erica does have a valid point. We need to make some sort of preliminary plans to deal with this…infestation." Peter said leaning on the door frame side closest to his nephew. Given the strange look Stiles was staring at him with Peter assumed he was thinking back to the beginning when he was Alpha. A small part of him missed the power, but a greater part of him was glad to be a Beta again. Alphahood had driven him mad, that coupled with a ravenous appetite for revenge in those days, it was a relief to no longer hold that title. A title that his nephew was born to hold clearly. Peter smiled inwardly when he thought of how proud Derek's parents would be their son.
"Can we plot and plan in the morning? Ophelia look's exhausted, and I'm sure it's been difficult day for her and the baby." Isaac reminded everyone who just noticed that while they had been engrossed in talking, Ophelia had passed out on Derek's shoulder. Even her mate hadn't noticed. In these past two weeks Isaac felt as if Ophelia had truly become his mother, the way she fussed over him endlessly in the mornings before school and after when he came home after lacrosse practice. He normal picked up on others emotions better than anyone else but with Ophelia it was heightened, maybe because she was pregnant? Either way he worried about her wellbeing.
"Yeah that might be best." Derek broke his broody silence, carrying Ophelia up to bed. As soon as he set her down though her eyes slowly opened. "It's alright, you're in bed. Just go back to sleep."
"Wait…" Ophelia grabbed Derek's arm and pulled him down so he sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "There are something's I should tell you about Ryan. I wanted to earlier but I thought it best if it was just you and I."
Derek nodded and got up taking off his clothes and climbing into bed, taking Ophelia in his arms, he gestured for her to continue.
"Ryan is the Alpha's nephew and since Arthur doesn't have any sons I guess Ryan thinks he's next in line or whatever. Our whole childhood he tried to convince me that we were meant to be even though we weren't mates. I'm not sure why, but he's always been so dead set on me being his-" Derek let out a growl, "Anyways, as we got older he would always try to dominate me, sometimes taking things a step further but Arthur or any other older male would always put him on the ground belly up before it went too far. Like I told you before I was kept in my room the first time I went into heat. Ryan attacked my parents, pretty viciously too. Sending me away was the only thing they could do, it just so happened that my Aunt needed me. I guess what I'm trying to tell you is yeah Ryan's nuts and totally off his rocker, but he's also cruel and calculating. Don't mistake him for an idiot." Ophelia caressed Derek's cheek lovingly before giving him a light kiss. Derek held onto her a little tighter that night, but it only made her feel safer.
As the rest of the pack headed up to bed Melissa was cleaning up the dishes in the sink. Tonight's discussion had her stomach in knots. She'd known about this stuff for over a year but that didn't make it any easier, especially when they talked about fighting. Peter brought in the last plate from the living room and said Goodnight but Melissa remembered something that had been nagging at her before.
"Peter, wait," Both adults turned to face each other.
"Something bothering you Melissa?" He noticed her hesitant features.
"Ophelia's different from the rest isn't she?" She asked gathering the nerve.
"Different? I'm not sure what you mean?" Peter was confused.
"I dropped by the Vet's before the game, Deaton had just gotten all her blood tests done and let me look over his shoulder and-" How to phrase it… "I guess even for a pregnant werewolf her hormone levels among others where off?"
"What do you mean off?" Peter stepped closer, listening intently, surely Deaton would have called if anything was seriously wrong with her.
"Off as in off the charts. Deaton said something about her having a little bit of kick in her bloodlines or something. I was just wondering what it was." Melissa looked at him expectantly, figuring he had the answers.
"I don't know what to tell you, let me look into it and I'll let you and everyone else know if I find anything. I doubt Ophelia's keeping secrets." Peter headed straight to the home office and pulled out his laptop. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for, and it was more than likely that Ophelia didn't even know herself. The secret was in her genes. She was, if the blood tests where correct, an Alpha Breeder. Hunters, like the Argents, are thought to have killed off all Breeder bloodlines. As the name suggests Breeders are known to have a large number of children. Alpha Breeders where a bit different, not only did they produce a large litter, but any male that mates with an Alpha Breeder, whether it's their mate or not, becomes an Alpha and through the bond becomes powerful. Like kill the second version of the Kanima with wings all by yourself kind of power.
It became clear to Peter that Ryan was not going to just give up and go after one swift beating. This kind of power Peter knew first hand drove people to the brink of insanity. Ryan was at that brink and he falling over head first.
Hope you loved it, and Ryan going after her is not random. Some mythology revealed if you will. Anyways I hope you loved it! Review away, more reviews and I'll feel compelled to post faster!
Next Chapter: Ophelia has an interesting conversation with her mother, and Isaac & Boyd find themselves at odds.
