I'm very happy that many people like the last chapter… I liked it too. Readers kindly informed me that Allison's mom does have a name, and it's Victoria. From now on I'm going to use that name (sorry for the inconvenience) When I get home I'm going to Edit the last two chapters and replace her name. thank you for all the corrections.

Warnings: OCCness and yaoi (no smut…yet)

Disclaimer: I'm not sure if I have ever put one on. Which is bad, but I DO NOT OWN A THING… other than Bruce.

Stiles parked his Jeep at the side of the abandoned warehouse that was now home to a very grumpy Alpha named Derek. He locked the doors of the Jeep once he exited and slowly made his way to the back of the building. He pulled his jacket closer to himself; this place gave him an odd chill causing goose bumps to rise on his arms. Stiles wouldn't be surprised if some kids nearby thought the building were haunted; it most definitely had that kind of an aura around it. He walked around the warehouse until he spotted an iron door with the handle ripped right off. Must have been Derek, he thought. He knocked on the door three times before a kid with bushy hair opened it. He had a grim expression on his face and he was definitely not his Derek.

"Are you coming in?" The kid asked nervously. Stiles simply shrugged at the other and stepped into the building slightly surprised at the warmth that enveloped him. He returned his attention to the shifting kid beside him. The kid kept his head down and was constantly moving and fidgeting. Stiles swore the kid was scared that he would jump him. His thoughts were interrupted by Derek's deep voice.

"Go inside Isaac." He ordered. Stiles was surprised at the tone. Derek's voice was always commanding harsh and sharp, something Stiles had gotten used to. Yet when he spoke with Isaac it seemed gentle, as if he were trying his best not to scare the boy.

"Wait. Isaac?" Stiles murmured. He turned to look at the teen beside him, and then it hit him. This was the nervous wreck Isaac on the Lacrosse team who for some very strange reason got more game time than Stiles. Isaac didn't react to Stiles voice; he simply fallowed Derek's orders and went deeper into the warehouse. Stiles jumped at the sudden feel of hands on his hips pulling him closer to the very hard and warm body of Derek Hale. He looked up into the others eyes and frowned. "What is going on?" He asked. He didn't pull away from Dereks hold but he did dig his feet into the ground and did his best to stop Derek from pulling him in any closer.

"He's a new beta. That's all." He stated as if it were nothing. Stiles attempts at keeping a smidgen of distance between the two were in vain. Derek yanked him flush to his chest, ducked his head into Stiles neck and took a deep breath in. Stiles continued to fight against Derek's hold on him, even if the feel of Derek sniffing him turned him on slightly.

"You can't just go around turning people Derek!" He scolded. Derek raised his head and let the Stiles go. Stiles immediately took a step back but remained close enough to Derek that he could reach out and touch him. He gulped loudly at the look on the others face. Derek wasn't smiling or frowning; he was just standing there, emotionless. An angry Derek and a happy Derek were Dereks that Stiles could handle and love, but never the emotionless Derek. It made Stiles feel separated from the other and it felt like a black hole had opened in his stomach.

"It's not that bad Stiles. The younger you are, the larger chance you have of surviving the bite. Isaac survived. Like I said before Stiles, I need to make a pack." Stiles frowned at the others words and attitude but removed the space between the two and pecked Derek gently on the lips. Derek's hands shot out and quickly wrapped themselves around the others thin waist. "He needed it Stiles."

"Why?" He asked curiously. Derek frowned and tightened his grip on Stiles waist causing Stiles to flinch.

"Sorry." He muttered. The tight grip on his waist immediately loosened and Derek took a deep breath in. "I found him stuck in a grave hole." Stiles gaped, astonished. "Kates to be exact. He was digging it out for her funeral. I had sensed another wolf in Beacon Hills so I fallowed it and I found him." Stiles still frowned.

"Just cause you found him in a hole doesn't give you the right to change him Derek." Derek huffed in frustration. He knew getting Stiles to agree with him was going to be hard.

"Isaac's father had been abusing him for years. He came to seek me out not long after I found him." Stiles frown faded and was replaced with a look of thought and concentration. "He wanted something to defend himself with Stiles. The bit is not always a curse like Scott says." Derek smirked at the others cute look of concentration. Stiles teeth had unconsciously been nibbling on his lower lip, causing it to redden and fill. "It can be considered a gift." He finished. Stiles studied his boyfriends face and sighed.

"I'm not going to fight you Derek." Derek smirked; mission accomplished. "But I'm not so sure about Scott. You know how much he hates being a wolf." Derek frowned slightly at the mention of Scott; he'd have to deal with that pup later. There were larger problems he had to confront and solve. "Because were talking about graves and Kate… I came here to inform you that Scott and I are sneaking into Kates' funeral in," Stiles looked at his wristwatch then returned his attention to Dereks' frowning face, "20 minutes. Scott wants to support Allison even though if he's seen by her dad he'll get shot." Stiles smiled and kissed Derek again. Dereks' frown quickly changed to a smile as he slipped his tongue into the others mouth. Stiles melted into Dereks' arms and he swiped his tongue along the side of Dereks. The action caused both to shudder and groan in pleasure. Stiles slowly separated from Derek his face flushed a deep red. " I should probably get going. I have to go pick up Scott." Derek frowned, again but pecked Stiles forehead before allowing him to fully separate.

"You know where to find me after."

"Okay." Stiles flushed, turned tail and rain out the warehouse doors. Isaac stared at Derek and smiled an all-knowing smile and cocky smile; just one of many more to come in the future.

"Mate?" He asked. Stiles had dropped in during one of Isaac's lessons about being a wolf. It's ironic that he interrupted during the subject of mates.

"I think so…"

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Scott and Stiles hid behind a large statue of an angel that was placed right behind Kates' grave. They could see everything that was going on whereas others couldn't see them. Scott paled once he saw all the cameras and heard all the yelled accusations and questions. It wasn't fare that Allison had to fight her way through a mob of angry people just to say goodbye to her aunt one more time. Yeah Scott hated the bitch, but she was still slightly human. Scott jumped when he felt hands on his shoulders.

"She'll be just fine." Stiles whispered beside him. Scott just shook his head, and then he heard it. A twig had snapped not far from them, right when a white haired guy that was claiming to be Allison's grandfather hugged her. Scott never got the chance to think about the sound anymore. Both himself and Stiles had been pulled to their feat by the collar of their jackets.

"And what do you guys think you're doing here?" Sheriff Stilinski demanded; he was frustrated of always catching the two in places they should not be.

"Nothing?" Stiles said cheaply. John frowned at both boys and dragged them off towards his patrol car while lecturing them both on privacy and their illegal and immature actions. Once seated in the patrol car his radio came to life. Apparently there had been an ambulance that was attacked, and all the operator would say was that there was a lot of blood. Stiles and Scott looked at each other and came to the silent agreement that they both would runaway and investigate while Stiles dad was distracted. By the time the operator was done talking and John turned around to continue lecturing the two boys, they were both gone, their doors silently swinging back and forth.

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Allison remained glued to her fathers' side while trying her best to steer through the crowd and ignore their voices. Her father sat her down in one of the very few seats in front of the newly dug grave. She kept her head down and slowly looked around. Scott had said that he would sneak in somehow so that she wouldn't be alone. Once she spotted two puffs of brown hair behind an angel statue she calmed considerably.

"You've grown so much." Allison turned her attention away from the statue and stared at a graying man. He wore a black tux and he only seemed vaguely familiar. Apparently the look on her face said so very well. "You probably don't remember me." He smiled at her then reached his hand out for her to shake. "I'm your grandpa, Gerard."

"Hi." She mumbled uncertainly.

"I understand you're not comfortable yet. You can just call me Gerard." He smiled again before letting go of her hand. "But I would much rather Grandpa." Before Allison could comment or her father could point his father to a seat another man that she was sure she had never seen before stood before her. He wore a brand name tux that must have cost hundreds; he slowly removed his sunglasses to reveal his glowing emerald eyes. Allison unconsciously gasped; the man was very good looking. His goatee resembled the one on Tony Stark but his face was so much younger. It was the eyes that caught her though, they were pure emerald; she even swore they glowed once the sunlight broke through the clouds and hit his face just right. He stretched out his hand and she took it immediately, ignoring the frowns on everyone's face.

"You don't know me." He smiled and Allison swore she melted. She had to keep reminding herself that she had a boyfriend watching all of this behind a statue. "My names Bruce, Bruce Töter." Allison realized his last name and the slight accent that went along with pronouncing it correctly.

"You're German," she observed. Everyone continued to frown even when Bruce smiled.

"Yes I am." He released his grip on her hands and took a step back. "It was nice meeting you. I hope we can talk more soon." He turned his attention away from Allison and took the last seat in her row. Two men in black fallowed closely behind him and stood beside him even when there were open seats. Gerard also fallowed the man and took a seat beside him. Chris sat on Allison's right side as Victoria took her left.

"It would be wise to not talk with that man again." He ordered. Allison looked at her father astonished. Not only did he try to shoot Scott after the late night movie mishap but now he wouldn't even let her talk to other men; not even ones that were probably 10 years older than her. She turned to her mother, hoping she would disagree. Victoria simply nodded in agreement. Allison groaned in defeat; she didn't utter a single word for the rest of the ceremony.

Bruce quietly took his seat at the end of the row waiting and knowing Gerard would fallow him. He was surprised when he saw the doe eyed girl. He had obviously seen pictures of her but she looked so fragile in real life. He would have to do a lot of work to get the killer he knew was in there out.

"You should not be here." Gerard growled. As soon as he saw the Bruce making his way through the crowd he was angered. The man who he detested with a passion, who Kate detested with a passion, was sitting beside him at his daughters' funeral. Bruce smiled and Gerard restrained him self from spitting in the young mans face.

"It's nice to see you too." The sarcasm in his voice was clear, and both of Bruces bodyguards took a single step back to give their employer privacy.

"Why are you here." Straight to the point. Bruce took his sunglasses out of their Dion case and placed them back on his face, then turned to face Gerard.

"I'm here to keep an eye on you." Gerard simply raised a brow. "You're on very thin ice with the council Gerard." The smile Bruce once wore warped into a sadistic grin. "The fact that the bitch you called a daughter was killed by an Alpha that your family was in charge of subduing adds on to your ever growing bad behavior list. The council men are growing frustrated and angry, and I know that what you are about to do goes against the code." Gerard was furious. The man was disrespectful and rude; he chided and at him as though he was a small child, but he refrained from strangling the youth before him.

"Oh? So you suddenly have a respect for the code?" He questioned sarcastically. Bruce released an eerie chuckle.

"Of course not. I hate those rules, in my mind I kill when I feel like killing. Saying that I respect the rules is what got me where I need to be." Bruce wiped an imaginary tear away from his eyes while smiling at Gerard. Gerard knew Bruce had a bad history with the code but he never had enough evidence to take him to the council under questioning. Gerard on the other hand had plenty of evidence against him and Bruce couldn't wait to pounce and kill the old man.

"So you do have your own plans?" He questioned. If Gerard had learned anything while forced to work with the bastard, he learned that the man always had another plan.

"But of course."

"I was informed by a very angry Victoria that you are recruiting. And my granddaughter is on the list." Victoria had been furious when she called, and once Gerard had heard who it was that threatened their family he was even more furious.

"Second on the list, yes." Bruce answered slightly annoyed. The old man continuously asked questions and it was beginning to grate on his nerves. Bruce Toter has never been a tolerant man.

"Second?"

"Yes second. Your grandson is my first priority." Gerard paled.

"I have no grandson." His face was emotionless as he glared down at Bruce. How was it that the man always had information on every single hunter? Even the ones that had left the family occupation; it was truly infuriating.

"You truly are a fool, old man." He sighed in frustration. "Vanessa had amazing abilities, powers even and you wont acknowledge that her son may have those gifts too."

"She made her choice. She is no longer an Argent and neither is her son." He growled. Bruce shook his head in mock understanding but quickly glared at the man from behind his glasses. Gerard unintentionally shivered; even though he couldn't see the stare, he sure as hell could feel it.

"You may not think so, but others still do." Gerard glared at Bruce curiously. "There is another pack on their way, and it's not just land that they seek. They want us dead Gerard. They have come to kill all of us. Are you going to sit here and work out a half assed ridiculous plan for revenge or are you going to grow a back bone and fight?"

"You don't care about the Argents." Gerard stated matter-of-factly. What Bruce was saying did worry him, but the chances that they were lies spouting from his mouth was to high for him to truly believe the others words.

"Oh, of course I don't!" Bruce laughed. "I care for power, and your grandchildren are going to get me that."

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Allison walked into the house slowly with her father and mother tagging right behind her. She felt suffocated around them; they seemed to be watching her all day incase she would try and engage in a conversation with the mysterious Bruce Töter. Even when the man declined her invitation to continue the reception at their house her parents continued to stalk her shadow. It was becoming very unnerving. During the time Allison was thinking everyone else made there way to the living room to get comfortable.

"Allison dear?" Victoria asked. Allison jumped slightly out of surprise but quickly recuperated and returned her mothers smile. "Can you put the kettle on and make us all some tea please?" Allison nodded and made her way to the kitchen to make them their tea. She put the kettle on and snuck around the side so she could ease drop on the adults' conversation.

"So now he's lying to us!" Chris snapped. He was standing from his seat and shaking with anger. Victoria placed a hand on his arm and tugged on his sleeves in hopes of calming him down slightly.

"Calm down Chris. I'm not sure that he is lying but I wouldn't be surprised if he were. Still, the threat of another stronger pack is one we cannot ignore. Allison needs to be trained." Chris paled and slowly made his way back down to his seat beside his wife. "We may even need to train Geoffrey." Chris paled further and held his face in his hands.

"Vanessa left the family, so has Geoffrey. We have no right to drag him back into it." Victoria said. Allison unconsciously leaned forward. Vanessa was the name of Stiles mother; could it be that Geoffrey was Stiles real name? None of this made sense anymore!

"We may not be the ones dragging him into this. Bruce wants to train him, himself." Silence fell between the three individuals, each trying to organize their own thoughts. Allison silently gasped. Bruce was deffinately the man she met with earlier that day; how was that even he knew about Stiles and Vanessa and she didn't?

"What is he planning?" Victoria murmured. "And where is that tea?" She added. Allison jumped slightly at the raised voice but quickly ran back to the kettle and poured the hot water into three different cups. She reached into the tea cupboard and placed three random bags into each cup. She ran into the living room cups in hand, and handed them to each adult. She had a lot to think about before she could get any rest tonight.

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Once Scott had separated from Stiles after getting caught by his father the second time that day he found himself in quite the predicament. There he was crouching with Derek by his side while they both hid from a group of hunters in the forest. In front of them hung another werewolf, caught by one of the hunters many traps, squirming and whimpering.

"Please! Don't kill me! I only ate what was already dead! I'm only looking for the Alpha! He must be warned." The warning must have gained some interest because most paused and shared a look between each other. Their leader on the other hand continued his ministrations and pulled out a claymore sword from its wrappings. "Please! My old pack, they're expanding! I didn't agree with them! They want to kill you ALL! Don't you get it! They're not just after the wolves anymore! They're killing all hunters now too!" Before the Omega werewolf could finish his rant the old man had taken the sword and brought it straight through the others torso as though it were butter.

"This is war." He growled. He placed the sword back in its sheath and addressed the surrounding men. By then Derek had already tightened his grip on his neck and was growling some lesson about how important a pack is.

"This just proves how much more important a pack is. We have a larger problem then just a rogue Alpha!" Derek bit his lip nervously. The threat of another pack weighed heavy on his mind. It wasn't just himself that he had to worry about; there was Stiles now.

All done and I hope you like. I do feel like I kinda rushed in the end but I was getting tired and I have a trip to Kingston I have to get ready for. Don't worry about the lack of Sterek action in the last couple of chapters. I just wanted to organize and describe the plot before I continued Sterek. Next chapter should have more Stiles and Derek and less of Allison and Scott! I love feedback!

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