Chapter Eight: The Howl

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Summary: Derek begins his hunt for his new pack as the Argents declare war. The Code has been broken and neither side is going to play by the rules. Contains SPOILERS for season 2.

Time: Season 2: Episode 7

Genre: Drama, Romance, and Horror

Rating: PG-13

Date Finished: July 22, 2012

Bold: Flashback

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Isaac crossed his arms over his chest. He had gained a lot of muscle since becoming a werewolf and was enjoying seeing all of the girls checking him out. He could get used to that. However, he could not get used to working with Scott McCall and his gang. He knew that they had somewhat of a common goal. Both packs wanted the kanima. McCall wanted to save the kanima; however, Derek had plans to exterminate it.

Erica had had another run in with the beast a few days ago. The kanima had caused her to have a seizure. Derek had been pretty freaked out when he saw her. As a result, the Pack now found themselves joining McCall to find it. In fact, Derek and McCall were somewhere right now getting information on it.

Erica was sitting in a corner staring at him with her knees drawn in close. She was still very week from her run in with the kanima. She looked so young and breakable. Isaac just wanted to go over to her, pull her close, and never let the rest of the world harm her.

Erica cleared her throat. "Do you think they will find anything?"

Isaac shrugged. He would like to believe they would, but did not want to jinx it. "I do not know." He paused choosing his words carefully. "I feel like McCall and his circle are keeping information hidden from us."

Erica nodded. "It is probably because McCall is friends with Jackson. McCall seems to have this blind philosophy that everyone came be saved. He does not seem to know a lost cause." She stood up. "People are dying because of the very fact that Jackson is still alive."

Isaac nodded and rubbed his cheek.

Erica was now standing in front of Isaac. "Think of it this way." She held Isaac's face so that he was looking her in the eye. "If if was one of us killing people, the Pack would have hunted us down and kill us in a heartbeat."

Isaac already knew that.

"Therefore, we must join in the hunt and take down a creature who cannot be allowed to live."

Damn, the girl was good. Isaac could see the justice in her ideas. She made everything seem so right. With her, did not even matter that a sixteen year old boy was going to lose his life. Her would was simple and Isaac liked simple. Plus, Isaac did not really like Jackson anyway.

"Okay, let us kill Jackson," Isaac said clapping his hands together.

Erica smiled a wicked smile. "That is what I like to hear."

Stiles knew that there was no way he was going to be able to pull the plan off. The black powder was supposed to keep any element of the supernatural out of the warehouse where they were attending a party. The goal was to cut Jackson off from whoever was controlling him.

The police had already made a connection between all of the murders committed by the kanima. They had all been twenty-four and in Mr. Reed's chemistry class. They did not know what that certain class was being targeted. At least, it was better than nothing.

Stiles held the black powder up to examine it for the millionth time. He knew that the plan pretty much relayed on this little thing of powder.

Plus, he got to go to a really cool party that he would not had been able to go to if not for the kanima.

He heard someone open the downstairs door and quickly placed the powder into a desk drawer. Stiles gently closed it and ran downstairs. Sheriff Stilinski was taking off his hostler with a tried look on his face. Stiles knew that his dad had been working hard since the Alpha business.

"Dad?" Stiles asked carefully. If his dad was in a foul mood, he did not want to unleash the wrath.

Sheriff Stilinski looked at his son with sad eyes, but did not say a word.

"Is everything okay?" Concern filled Stiles voice. Either something good like a murder had happened or the Beacon Hills Police Department was at a dead end.

"It will be," Stiles' dad replied shortly. He stood up straighter. "The country thought that it would be best if I took a leave."

Stiles did not understand and felt his eyebrows met in the centre of his forehead. "What do you mean by a leave?"

"Stiles," Sheriff Stilinski said as he pinched his temples. "They did not find it fitting that my son was so involved in everything and the fact that he had a restraining order against one of the best lawyers in town's son did not help." He was not yelling.

"How long?" Stiles inquired.

"They did not say."

Stiles gulped. This was his fault, but he did not understand why his father was not angry at him. "Dad, why are you not yelling at me?"

Sheriff Stilinski just looked at Stiles. "Because I am just too disappointed to say anything more." He disappeared into the kitchen.

Stiles did not follow. He had never felt so guilty in his life. His dad had lost his job because of him. He was going to make everything okay. He would make it up to his dad by catching Jackson. With Jackson off the streets, there would be no further reason for Stiles to be so involved with everything that the police department was doing. Then, Sheriff Stilinski would make it right.

Stiles could not fail with the black powder.

Two Hours Later

Erica applied yet another layer of lip gloss. She was nervous about the plan. She did not doubt that she and Isaac would carry out their plan. She was just worried about the rest of them. Scott and Stiles tended to choke whenever it came to their friends. She was relieved that Derek and Boyd was outside in case anything bad happened.

She hoped that nothing did.

Erica looked at the people dancing close together. They looked so happy as they glided against each other. Sweat gleamed on their skin as the lights danced around them. She had always wanted to come to one of this things. Of course, she did not believe that whenever she got the chance that she would be here with a "date," not that she counted Isaac as a date. She also did not believe that she would be here as a werewolf.

Isaac was popping a piece of mint gum into his mouth. He held it up to her as an offering. She turned him down and he gave her a whatever shrug.

Erica scanned the crowd. After several minutes, she saw Jackson making his way toward the DJ booth. She nudged Isaac. "There he is," she whispered softly.

Isaac nodded and pulled the needle out. "Let us go then."

The two werewolves made their way toward Jackson. After several minutes and running into multiple people, the couple reached him. Erica danced in front of him in provocative ways so that Isaac would get a chance to stick Jackson. She hoped that Jackson would fall for her.

She watched as Isaac pulled the syringe back and stabbed it into Jackson's neck. Jackson went weak and started to collapse. Isaac was standing behind him with a big smile plastered on his face. Erica smiled back.

Jackson was still collapsing. Something was wrong. The boy should had already been on the floor and Erica and Isaac should had been dragging him back to Derek. Erica flashed Isaac a worried look. Isaac was not paying attention to her.

Jackson looked up at her and smiled. "You missed," he said in a voice that was not his. Jackson's body began to shake and scales started to appear on his body. Claws reached out and struck Erica in the back of the neck.

Erica fell to the ground and watched, helpless, as the kanima rounded on Isaac. Isaac's eyes got big, but, instead of running, he rushed toward it with the needle high. The kanima reached out with its' claws and hit Isaac. Before falling, Isaac managed to get the syringe in the back of the kanima's neck.

Erica felt herself starting to return to normal. One weakness that kanima had was that its' effects did not last for too long. She grabbed both boys and drug them out of the main room and into a smaller one. By the time they reached the room, Isaac was starting to come to. Both of them, chained the kanima to the chair and waited.

Derek stood on the outside of the warehouse with his arms crossed. The black powder had worked. It prohibited him from crossing it and into the warehouse. The hunt was now just contained to the warehouse and he was relying on the others. He hoped that they managed to at least capture the kanima.

All he had to do was wait, but he also had to keep his guard up. The Argents were out there somewhere still. They had already injured Boyd. He had not seen them since then. In fact, things had been pretty quite since then.

Things had been quit for Derek since that day of the fire and he found himself remembering that awful day.

I come home from school. Lara is behind me.

"Derek!" she screams in pure terror.

I turn to her wondering what on earth she is shrieking about. She is standing there mouth wide open and pointing to the right where our home stood. I don't look at it.

"What?" I snap.

"Ou-our home," she whispers.

I look at our home or rather where it once stood. There is nothing more than a burnt structure. Nothing else.

Where is our family?

Where is our parents?

I stand there stunned. Beside me, Lara is crying. At least she can cry. I can't. I want to break down, but I can't. I wish I could.

I look at the house. It hits me hard in the gut. There is no possible way that anyone survived that.

No way at all.

Who did this? No, I do not believe that this is an accident. Someone knows who we are. Someone is after us. Who?

I have a theory.

The Hunters.

They want us dead.

Lara stops crying and looks up at me. "Hunters?"

I nod. "I think so."

"Are they still here?"

I breath in the air around us. "I do not think so."

Lara nods and looks back at the house. "Why? Why would anyone want to do this?"

I look at my feet. "Because they are evil."

She swallows. "Do you think anyone got out alive?" I can tell that she's afraid to ask.

I take a deep breath. "To be honest, I do not know. However, I don't think that the odds are in our favour."

Lara nods. "Where do we go now?"

I look around. "We live in the forest until something better comes along."

"And when will that be?"

"Hard to say."

It did not matter to anyone what had happened to us. I knew that it did not It was all a game to them, a game of death.

Well, I could play too.

Somewhere close, the howl of the lone wolf sounded. Derek snapped out of his daze. He knew that howl. He jumped toward the warehouse, but found that he could not enter. The black powder was prohibiting him from crossing.

Stiles, Erica, and Isaac rushed out of the warehouse. Their faces had a frightened expression on them.

"Derek, he got away," Erica gasped.

Derek nodded. Right now, he really did not care about the kanima. "Break it." He nodded toward the line.

"But what about the master?" Stiles asked.

"It does not matter away more."

Without pressing anymore, Stiles kicked a break in the line.

Derek jumped over it and disappeared into the warehouse. The party was still going on. He listened and heard the howl again. It was going from the back. He followed the howl, which lead him to a room with a steel door. He kicked the door in with ease and stepped inside the room.

The room only contained a cot, a chair, and some kind of vapour making thing. The room reeked of wolfsbane. He had to get out of there some. There was a woman sitting in the chair. She was bent over talking to Scott.

Derek grabbed her and dug his claws into her shoulder. She screamed as he threw her to the ground. He grabbed Scott off the bed.

"I got you," Derek whispered as he rushed out of the room.