It was three days later that Kali got the phone call. She was back home after staying a couple days with Scott while her apartment aired out the paint fumes, and she was skimming some crappy romance novel, trying to keep herself from melting. Derek had taken her on a date yesterday, a picnic out in the park, and though she'd had her doubts, it turned out he did actually have some romantic instincts, because it was really nice and she could feel herself falling for him as well. Smiling slightly, she jumped when her phone went of shrilly a few feet away. She rolled across the bed and scooped it up. "Hello?"

"Kali! Kali, I need your help!" The voice was panting and desperate and Kali's brow furrowed as she sat up.

"Rickon? What's wrong?"

"They- they have the pack. They're coming after me, they're going to kill us! I need your help- have to help the pack, have to get them home.." He whined, and Kali's eyes widened.

"Rickon, calm down. Where are you?"

"Scotland, near Dirleton," Rickon answered, and Kali grabbed her laptop.

"Rick, I'm going to book a flight, okay? I'll be there in like two days, can you wait for me in Dirleton? Don't do anything stupid, okay?" She spoke slowly, as if to a frightened animal, and she heard a noise of consent on the other side. "I'll be there as soon as I can, Rick, don't worry. We'll get them back." With that, she hung up and opened her laptop, quickly booking the next flight as close to Dirleton as she could get and making reservations at a local inn. She packed as fast as she could and ran out the door, locking it and using a taxi to get to the airport.

She knew what she was doing was potentially stupid and could get her in big trouble, but Rickon's tone of voice… she had to get there. His brother was pack alpha, and the pure, overwhelming panic in his voice was frightening. She knew how it felt to not know the fate of your family and, well, it pretty much sucked worse than anything else she could think of.

Waiting for her flight to come in, Kali quickly dialled Stiles' number. They at least deserved to know what was going on. She held the phone up to her ear and chewed her thumbnail as she listened to the ring over the loud, crowded airport waiting area.

"Kali? What's going on?" Stiles asked in his usual cheerful manner.

"Sty? Look, I'm really sorry about just letting you know now, but something happened and I need to go to Scotland. I should only be a day or two, but I'll have to shut my phone off."

"Wait, you're going where?" Stiles demanded.

"Scotland. A friend needs my help, really badly, and I can't just ignore this. Can you tell the others for me?"

"They already know. Werewolf hearing. And now we're heading to the airport because you can't just leave again, and what if something happens to you when we aren't around, and-"

"Flight one-eighty-four to Edinburgh Scotland is now boarding."

"Sorry, Sty, but I really have to do this. Sorry." And she hung up before he could reply, grabbing her carryon, and quickly took her seat, swallowing down her guilt at leaving so abruptly. They'd be okay without her for a few days.

"Dammit!" Stiles put his phone back into his pocket and looked over at Derek, who was growling in the passenger seat of Stiles' jeep. "What friend could she possibly be helping?" He demanded.

"Remember she mentioned another pack she met?" Scott said from the backseat. "It's probably one of them. Which means we can't interfere because it would be considered an invasion of territory,"

"So what, we're supposed to sit this out?" Snarled Derek, turning to face Scott, eyes flashing deeply red.

"I don't see another choice," Scott retorted. "Unless we want to start a war with them."

"I don't care whether or not we're at war, I need to know she's safe," Derek growled, turning to face forward with a scowl, crossing his arms moodily.

"Hey now, I'm sure she'll be okay. I mean, this is Kali, she's a pacifist, how many enemies could she possibly have?" Stiles asked and a heavy silence descended upon them. "I really hope I didn't just jinx that."

"Stiles, we really need to teach you the difference between giving comfort, and making a person feel even worse. There's a thin line, and you kinda suck at this," Scott informed him tersely. Stiles groaned and nodded as they continued driving. It was obviously too late to get to Kali, as her flight was leaving in a few minutes, and so they were driving back to Hale house, where the rest of the pack was waiting anxiously.

Stiles shook his head as they stepped out of the car. "She's already gone. We think this is about the other werewolf pack she mentioned."

"And we're not going to go get her back?" Erica asked. "She's pack now!"

"Erica's right," Isaac added. He and Kali got along really well after the whole wolfsbane thing, and he considered her more like a sister than his Alpha's mate. "What if something happens and we aren't there?"

"We can't really risk invading claimed territory," Scott said softly. "That's pretty much an open declaration of war."

"Derek?" Jackson turned to their Alpha. "What are we going to do?"

Derek closed his eyes and sighed. "We're going to give her forty-eight hours, and then if she hasn't made contact, we're going to talk to Argent and we're going to go to Scotland and bring her home." He said. "That way, if this is something minor, she has time to fix it, and if something happens, we can be there to get her out."

"That's another problem," Stiles stated. "Her flight was to Edinburgh, yes, but she could have been going to any of the towns or villages surrounding it. We have no idea exactly where she was going, which was pretty smart on her part."

"Then we'll trace her scent," Lydia shrugged. "Even if it is a few days old, Derek could still pick it up because he's her mate. Right?"

"I have no idea. She and I aren't properly mated yet. I have to give her the mating bite first, and then seal it by actually mating to her." He explained. "But when we are properly mated, I'll be able to sense her, which means I can also tell whether or not she's hurt or in trouble, and where she is at all times."

"Well that could have come in handy right now," Scott muttered, moving over to the porch to sit with the rest of the pack.

"She wanted to wait and I wasn't about to force her into it," Derek growled. "It's her decision too, and I didn't want to risk hurting her or making her hate me."

"And we all understand that," Stiles said, trying to calm them down. "For now, though, we'll just have to wait and hope she makes contact."


Kali sighed and put the hotel phone down. She'd been trying to call Rickon for almost an hour now. Getting off the bed, she grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top and quickly changed, getting ready for bed. It would be extremely difficult going to sleep when she was so worried for her friend, but she'd have to manage. After brushing her teeth and hair, she slid in between the sheets and looked around. This was just so different. There was none of the comforts she'd started to turn to in the little time since she'd moved back to Beacon Hills. Her apartment always had werewolves passing through, whether it was Scott, who just wanted to hang out and play video games, or Isaac, who came to learn a few healing tips and watch movies, or Derek, who mostly just came to spend time with her, who always seemed comforted by her presence. Stiles was there quite a bit too, if only just to eat her out of food and drag her off to do things. They had this favourite little cafe they'd already visited about eight times that had amazing peppermint hot chocolate for Kali, who hated coffee, and anything high in caffeine for Stiles, who, in retrospect, shouldn't even be allowed sugar, let alone caffeine. They also had amazing fresh-baked goods and served soups and sandwiches and quiche for lunch.

Smiling at the thought of her new pack, Kali turned the TV on and munched slowly at the toast she'd prepared with Nutella- she was somewhat of an addict to the chocolate spread- and glanced uneasily at the phone. She picked it up and tried one more time for Rickon's number.

No answer. With a frown, she set the phone down. She'd understand if the young werewolf ignored her calls on the full moon, but it was the half-moon, and she was really starting to worry. Then her mind drifted to the pack again. She knew they were probably pretty upset with her, but… she could take care of herself. Fingering the pendant around her neck that protected her from most intangible supernatural creatures, plus witch magic as an added bonus. It would keep her safe from most things, and anything else she could probably handle on her own.

Finally, Kali turned the TV off and huffed out a sigh, laying back against the pillows and closing her eyes slightly, letting sleep overwhelm her'

She woke up when a hand roughly covered her mouth. Her eyes flew open, unseeing in the dark of her room, as both her hands flew up to try and dislodge whoever was stopping her from crying out. Her ankles were yanked at by another set of hands, who tightly bound them together, and then she was being lifted, held up, and the hand disappeared from her mouth but was replaced by a cloth shoved in. She thrashed in the grip as her hands were brought behind her and bound at the wrists and elbows, and then there was breath, hot on her ear.

"Hello, McCahey," the person hissed, and Kalila's eyes widened as she struggled harder. The male behind her laughed and dropped her, kicking her side so she rolled over. The lights flickered on, and Kali looked to the six people in the room. Hunters.

"Who knew it would be so easy to get you here?" One of the two females smirked menacingly in a falsely sweet voice. "All it took was one witch impersonating your little Beta friend and you came running right to us." She laughed harshly.

"Of course we couldn't use magic directly on you with that little piece of jewellery," the leader said. "But manipulating somebody like you's always easy enough." He grinned evilly and added, "Although we really do have all your little friends. Don't worry, you'll be joining them in a moment. We promise not to kill you. Yet." And then he stopped down to her level and injected a sedative into her neck, and Kali fell into a forced sleep.


A/N: Kay, nother cliffy. I had lotsa time to write, cause I'm sick :P And thanks, Lycan Lover 411, you really cheered me up!