Sorry it's been a while. I'll try to get back into the groove of posting.

P.S. I have no idea where this story is going its kinda writing itself lol

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Argent had left the map with Ivy asking her to further study it. In return he was going back to the abandoned camp to take detailed pictures for her. Having come from a weaponry family she was very knowledgeable with the military aspect of things. She knew as much about strategies as she did weapons. Her job was to find out all she could about the enemy as quickly as possible to help determine the right plan of action.

She was sitting at the kitchen table growing frustrated at the lack of information she had presented to her. The table looked like a whirlwind of papers and scraps. Guns and an assortment of knives scattered within the clutter. She was playing with one of her smaller throwing knives, flipping and twirling it between her fingers. Argent was supposed to be stopping by today with her pictures. She sighed, setting down her knife to run her hands through her hair.

"If it's stressing you out take a break."

Derek stood behind her and grabbed her hands out of her hair lacing his fingers through hers and placing their hands in her lap. He leaned down a little bit to get a clearer look at her work.

"I can't. I know this plan. I know I do. It's like it's right on the tip of my tongue. If I can just find the piece that's missing I can tell you everything, but, I just, it's right there Derek, it's right there, why can't I see it?"

She started to cry. But she wasn't sad or overwhelmed, she was angry and frustrated. She knew this. She knew this!

Derek cleared a spot free of papers and picked her up setting her lightly on the table. He sat down in the newly vacant seat in between her legs, never letting go of her hands.

"It's ok. Breathe with me Ivy. Just breathe."

She shook her head. She didn't have time to breathe. She had to figure this out.

She tried pulling her hands away from Derek but his grip was too strong. All she accomplished was agitating her wrist making her cry more. She had been able to remove the cast now that the bone was set, but she still hand a bandage wrapped around the majority of her arm.

Derek pulled her to straddle his lap, detangling one hand to cup her face.

"Look at me Ivy."

She looked over his shoulder at a spot on the wall.

Derek ignored her yelp as he stood lifting her with him. He ignored her tentative arguing to put her back at the table. He walked them to the living and placed them both on the couch, swinging her legs to one side cuddling her to him stroking her back.

Isaac and Jackson were playing video games on the floor. At a pause they both uprooted themselves to crowd Derek's feet sitting as close to Ivy as they could on the floor. Isaac laid his head on their legs while Jackson anchored his elbow on her casted leg. They went about their game as if nothing had occurred but Ivy felt immensely calm having them so close.

Taking deep breaths she slowly relaxed herself and stopped her crying. She realized she was exhausted. She had been working on that map for a few days now and not doing anything else.

"Thank you"

She yawned slightly.

"Take a nap. I don't think you've slept longer than two hours for the past three days."

"But-"

"I'll wake you up when Argent gets here don't worry."

She didn't have time to respond as her eyes became too heavy to lift.

Ivy awoke to a whispered argument. She was no longer surrounded by everyone, instead lying on her side curled up. The sound of a gun being cocked threw her body off the couch into a crouch, gun in hand before she realized it. She found herself staring down her barrel at Argent. His gun trained on Derek again.

"Argent "

"Evening"

She slowly rose from her couch, gun never wavering.

"What's going on?"

"Do you know who your living with?"

The question caught her off guard. Of course she knows who she's living. She had been living here for a while now. She knew Isaac's favorite food, Jackson's favorite movie. She knew Derek was defiantly not a morning person, and they all liked to be near each other as much as possible.

She looked at Argent confused.

"I mean do you know what they are?"

What they are? They're her friends. They're people who took her in and didn't give up on her. They're people who took care of her and made sure she was safe when she was recovery. They're people who made sure she felt included.

Why was he asking her weird questions? Why were they all so tense? Why did Isaac look slightly scared? What was going on?

Argent looked straight at Ivy as he talked.

"Derek, why don't you show her who she's been living with for a while now. Why don't you show her what she's been unawaringly risking her life to live with?"

"Derek what's going on? Derek?"

His head was down turned to the side. Isaac looked scared on the verge of crying. Jackson looked pissed. Sighing Derek turned toward her, ignoring the gun at his back. Ivy dropped her gun to her side in shock. His eyes, Derek's eyes looked dead.

"Derek?"

All three boys whimpered, looking at her, as their canines elongated, their faces slightly morphed as if trying to form a new shape, their hair grew longer and Jackson and Isaac's eyes flashed a melted gold. Derek's a blood red. They all looked at her simultaneously, fear showing in their eyes.

"What-"

"They're werewolves. Derek is there alpha."

She didn't know how to feel. These were the people that she had been living with? Are they even really people? Wolves were very vicious creatures weren't they?

No one moved a muscle as she stood there taking everything in. She slowly walked up to them, never releasing her hold on her gun. She walked around Isaac and Jackson, looking, watching, she didn't dare touch them. As she went up to Derek she smelt that forest rain scent and relaxed.

These were still the same people that took care of her and made her feel excepted. That was still the same Isaac that wanted her to make pancakes for him and liked to cuddle up to her and take a nap on her stomach. That was still the same Jackson that secretly curled up next to her as she read him books and did everything in his power to make her feel better when she cried or was having a bad day.

That was still the same Derek that held her at night after every nightmare. That surprised her with books and training areas. That grew fearful if she wasn't around him. That did everything he could just to see her small, slight smile.

Slowly lowering her gun back into her holster she walked up to Derek lightly tracing his wolfish features. She cupped his cheeks looking him straight in his eyes, showing no fear.

"Ok"

Derek threw his arms around her, suffocating her with his scent. She slightly stepped back to hold an arm out to the other boys. Giving a whispering chuckle as their eyes widened and they ran straight into her hug.

The sound of a gun being holstered drew her back to the present.

She let go of them to glare at Argent.

"Let's get this over with so you can get out of my house faster."

Ivy walked him back to the kitchen, Derek following close behind.

"There's no need-"

"Do you have the pictures?"

She was in no mood to have a conversation with him. What he did was unnecessary. Yes it was a shock, but she figured if they hadn't told her yet they were planning to. Having them be forced like that made her angrier then she thought she would be.

Argent silently pulled the photos out of his jacket. Spreading them on top of the chaotic mess Ivy had made.

She looked closer at the pictures with the gun crates.

"Did you find anything in them?"

"Just a few strays"

Ivy picked up a bullet out of the pile he had placed on the table turning it in the light. There was small clear dome cap on the top of them.

"These looks like they belongs to a 47 sniper rifle, F division. These clear caps are specially made to break on impact."

Cracking one open she noticed that there wasn't gun powder in it.

"Is that silver dust?"

She grabbed another and cracked it open, now working on a hunch.

Spilling the contents out on the table she smelt the lilacs before she saw the crushed petals.

Quickly grabbing the other photos she looked carefully at everything with the map. As she was looking more in depth at the crates she noticed something on the bottom corner. The sword crossing with the gun was underlined by the inscription 'tutte le cose belle sono velenosi', a bleeding rose set in the middle. It was a crest. Her family crest.

She stood up straight and threw the pictures at the map. She knew who it was. She essentially knew what he was going to do. She was going to kill him for ruining her life.

Derek and Argent watched her with concerned eyes as she grabbed her set of throwing knives, walking towards the door.

"You have 2 weeks to gather people. Hes coming to Beacon Hills first to set up a base. You have 4 months before he here."

She walked out the door before they questioned her further.

tutte le cose belle sono velenosi = all things good are poisonous