Stiles loved the fact the pack was so happy and boisterous. He knew exactly why - it was the thrill of the hunt that would soon be upon them. He would have in times past used his magic to run with them - but this time so close to the birth of the cub he was keeping his magic in reserve. "Oh my God, you're like excitable puppies."

Mia laughed. She was fond of the Alpha's mate. "It is true but they need the run."

Stiles smirked, "Just make them remember to clean up outside."

Jackson nodded shivering at the memory. The pups had gone for a run on the full moon like normal but as it had been January and the weather wet - they had tracked mud through the house. At the time the Pups had thought nothing over it riding the high of the moon. That was until the next morning when their post moon hangover was interrupted by an angry Stiles. It had been when Stiles had not truly shown just how much power he'd hidden. His anger and revenge had been subtle, fair and one that each of the betas remembered.

It was also true that now there was an area cordoned off on the porch where they cleaned off.

Andrea could just hear the story in that statement. "What did you do little one?"

Stiles would have pouted and made a comment about not being little. However at the moment with his rounded tummy he felt that way. He just shrugged, "I put a few non deadly hexes down."

Lydia snickered, "Jackson can't hear the name of a Disney movie without breaking out into a cold sweat."

Scott whined high, he personally would have rather belted out Disney show tunes than the Justin Bieber he sang. Stiles was a true best friend as he had recorded it and posted it to Youtube. Danny had done the rest by making sure that all of Beacon Hills knew

Andrea laughed, "Oh Derek will always have his hands full with you I think."

Stiles smirked, and his hand dropped to his tummy, "Not just me. This pup is half me. She will be way more of a handful than I ever was."

Andrea nodded, it was true. She still remembered when her mother was Alpha, "I remember when my mother said that she wished I had a pup just like me."

Stiles had already heard that one of his dad. He adored his dad and was so glad that he put up with half of the shit that Stiles had put him through. It was a miracle. He only hoped that he could be a good Dad. He would do his level best. "I know my dad said it would be a fitting curse."

Andrea snickered. She had met the Sheriff and she'd been impressed. For a human he was pretty level headed, and hadn't freaked when the supernatural was dumped in his lap. "He is a good man."

Stiles agreed, "Yep and once he and Scott's mom get married I won't worry as much."

That might not be strictly true but he would let Melissa do the worrying and nagging. It was a life partner's prerogative and they had to have some enjoyment in life. Although Andrea was wiser, "No you won't but Derek and the little one will take your focus."

Stiles shrugged, "So what is the plan for this evening?"

"We hunt on the preserve. Tomorrow we will sign the new accords and leave."

Stiles pouted. He would be sad to see the pack leave. He loved Andrea and their pack shaman, Daniel, was just the best to have fun with. "Too bad."

Stiles knew the other reason. It would not be long, like in days before he would give birth and there was no way that Derek would tolerate having another wolf pack close. Toretto's pack would be okay but that would be because they had been invited onto the territory a couple of months ago meaning that the wolf wouldn't see them as a threat.

Night had fallen and the hunt was on.

In the house the only ones left were the non-werewolves, and Peter and Brian. Stiles didn't mind. He adored Lydia and she was great snarky company. They were siitting in the living room watching a movie. "Why do you always torture Jackson with 'The Notebook'?"

Lydia smirked, "Because I can, but right now I need some S.H.I.E.L.D."

The TV series had been a big hit and Stiles was sure that if he knew that Lydia even had a passing knowledge of Marvel - then his crush would never have disappeared. They sat with their chips and soda watching the series. Lydia had giggled hearing the one agent say that Thor most definitely counted as a God as she had been close to his arms.

"Does that make the pack gods?" Stiles asked.

Lydia smirked, "No it makes them ours."

Stiles was about to protest that Derek was his, and he was, but it would be futile. Yes Derek was his, but they were the pack's leaders and that was okay. "You are absolutely right."

She just sniffed, "Was there any doubt?"

Stiles laughed softly, "There was never a doubt in my mind. It just took a while for everyone else to realise."

It really was too bad that she had never valued Stiles for who he was. Still in the end everything had worked out perfectly. She had Jackson, who while not perfect was exactly what she needed, and Stiles had Derek. It was sad that two people had suffered so much in their lives but in the end they had found each other and were perfect for each other.

Peter and Brian who were on the other sofa entwined laughed softly. "Now, now, we do not need a possessive Alpha on our hands."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Please it is not just an Alpha thing it is a Hale thing."

Brian laughed and then groaned as his own cub decided to move, "He's got you there."

Peter would admit nothing. "And how do you explain your possessiveness?"

Stiles shrugged unrepentant, "Pregnant, magical and hormones."

Peter threw his head back laughing freely. "What a trifecta."

Lydia shushed them as this was her favourite part of the movie. The movie droned on in the background and eventually Stiles fell asleep. He was so tired the last few days. Deaton had assured him that it was normal. He was preparing to give birth and that was no mean feat all things considered.

The house was quiet when the wolves tumbled through the backdoor. They had made sure that they were clean before entering. Lydia and Stiles were asleep curled around each other. Jackson and Derek were not jealous. They were their mates and as such had their complete trust, besides even the more human members of the pack had found that they preferred being more tactile.

Jackson said nothing. He just gently picked his mate up careful not to wake her. He adored his mate but she was cranky ass if she was awoken before the morning sun rose.

The morning would be intriguing.

Stiles woke up first which was unusual as he was always so tired right now. Still he couldn't blame Derek it was the night after a full moon and they had been on a hunt. He was actually glad as he hoped it would settle his darling wolf down when he gave birth. He knew it was unlikely but hey, he could hope.

"Come on Der' time to wake up." Stiles spoke softly not really wanting to wake him up.

Derek grumbled, "Don't wanna."

Stiles laughed at that, and why wouldn't he? - His wolf could be such a grumpy wolf in the morning. "Sorry SourWolf but the Alpha is the one who has to sign the treaties."

Derek sighed knowing that Stiles spoke the truth as annoying as it might be. "You're right."

Stiles grinned as he slowly rolled himself out of bed. "Don't you forget it!"

For the meeting negotiations it would be Peter, Stiles and Derek sitting in the Hale study. They would be joined by Andrea, her pack Beta, and her shaman. These meetings had the potential to be a bitch and last forever. Thankfully, the Hale pack and Dunne were on good terms. They fulfilled the wolfy parts of the traditions and signed it off. One last howl and all was said and done. Stiles was seriously uncomfortable but he would see the Dunne pack off before he explained what was wrong. Derek was probably going to be pissed with him, but hey he was about to give birth so he figured all would be forgiven.

He walked out using Derek as a leaning post because right now he was focussed on just breathing. The pack was in the front drive waving the Dunne pack off. Derek had hurried it up and made it as quick as he could. He didn't know what was wrong but he knew his mate was uncomfortable and wanted to find out what was wrong.

"Stiles?"

Stiles whimpered, "Damn I thought they would never leave. Get Deaton!"

Derek's eyes widened immediately understanding the situation. However his best friend was not so quick on the uptake - usually he would crack a joke but not right now. "What why?"

"I'M IN LABOUR!"

The darkened sky made all the wolves move. Derek looked a little freaked and a little excited. The best bit … Stiles was just getting started.

It was too bad that Allison was trapped with a familial obligation and she thought it would never end.

Allison was pissed. She was stuck at home and unable to go to the pack. She needed to warn them. There was a new hunting family in Beacon Hills and they were the type to follow her Grandfather's code and not the real code. She couldn't handle the idea of them hurting anyone of the pack, but especially not Stiles or Brian. Yes they were pregnant, but they were not freaks.

The dinner was the most awkward affair she'd been at since the time she and Scott sat down to supper with her grandfather. Her Dad was being his usual hardass self and making sure that the Rogers family knew the rules. "You don't hunt in Beacon Hills. The preserve is where you would find game but it is Hale land and they have no tolerance for Hunters and will kill you should you stray onto their land."

He was honest and had given all the warning he was willing to give. It was no skin off his nose if they were too stupid to follow his advice. He would not bury whatever was left of them. Rogers dropped his fork, "So it is true. You haven't killed them all?"

Chris dropped his fork and his stare was far more intimidating. "Why would I? They have not broken the code."

"They are animals." Rogers hissed.

Chris was never one to mince his words. "No my sister burnt down a house, trapping all the wolves inside. There were babies in that house."

Rogers couldn't play nice - it wasn't in him. "We will take our leave and stay at a motel."

The family left abruptly and Allison sagged as she released the tension in her shoulders. She was beginning to understand that whilst her father might not like how closely tied she was to the pack he would support her. "Go to them. Don't worry about curfew. I will be at the Sheriff's house."

Allison didn't bother to hide her look of relief. She didn't hang around. She grabbed the car keys, pressed a kiss to her Dad's cheek and left.

The pack house was full when Allison got there. She was relieved as she didn't much want to repeat what she said. "Pack meeting now. All wolves."

Brian was waddling as he was so close to giving birth it would be in the next few days. He knew that much and he was so eager to see his cub just like Stiles. Allison wondered sadly if he would be eager in a few weeks once his Pup was born. Her Dad had been keen to tell her all the downsides to kids ever since Stiles had gotten pregnant. She loved her Dad but he was not subtle. She had no plans to have her own pups with Scott any time soon. She would go to college and live first. She was in no way stable enough or settled enough in her own skin to be good with a child.

When she gets to the pack house, she keeps it simple, "We have hunters in town and they are trouble."

Isaac nods and doesn't look surprised, "Well we have our own trouble. Stiles is in labour and he has just broken Derek's hand."

Allison had never liked Stiles more than she did right now.