Preparations
"what does daddy look like?"
"how long are we staying for?"
"oooh ooh ooh! Are we living there?"
"are we staying with granpa?"
Stiles leant forward, rubbing his head and wincing at the high pitched questions he was being bombarded by from Amaris and Lucas. Both children were practically vibrating in their seats, both sporting identical broad grins.
"one question at a time" he pleaded, unable to resist a smile at their infectious enthusiasm.
"I've already told you, last time I saw your daddy he looked-"
"grumpy" Lucas shouted out
"bushy eyebrows"
"beard!"
"leather jacket"
"red eyes" they both screamed in unison, turning to smile at each other and then screaming "jinx!"
"if you guys know what your dad looks like, why ask? Jason asked, turning back from his view on the road to look at the kids.
"silly uncle Jay" Amaris giggled, "stories are always better from daddy" she turned her dazzling grin to Stiles.
"answer the other questions daddy" Lucas shyly whispered.
"we might stay for a week or two. Maybe at a hotel" Stiles shrugged, locking eyes with Jason who grinned mockingly at him.
"how far are we from grandpa Lucas'?" Amaris asked quickly, looking out the window of the black bmw at the passing roads.
"like 30 minutes honey" Jason replied
"why are we going away? You've always said we're not meeting daddy till we're bigger and now we're going? I don't understand" Lucas was watching Stiles' face very closely. Stiles was cautionary enough to use his magic to block his emotions, not wanting the kids to smell his fear and hesitation.
Gathered in Lucas' study was the adults of the pack, this included: Lucas, Irene, Stiles, Jason,Sierra,Maddie,Ryan,Rupert and Jason's parents Jack and Sarah. Lucas remained seated at his desk, the old oak desk littered with dozens of papers -each paper with information on the Delgada pack.
"so what do we do?" Stiles asked first, wanting the awkward silent atmosphere in the study to break.
"we prepare" Lucas responded wearily, unwilling to meet Stiles' eyes.
"how?" Jason asked, his voice exuding with power and strength. Seeing the militant look on his face reassured Stiles greatly, as he knew that as long as Jason was present, Jason would do anything he could to ensure the pack's safety.
"we fight them" Jack added in, his form solid and straight. His eyes flashed red for a second and he gave a slight grimace.
"we cant do it here" Stiles said "we have kids here. We need to fight them somewhere else. Where are they at the moment?" he questioned Lucas.
"Well I got in contact with the - with the um, George pack. They said that the Scarlett pack were killed last night. That means the Delgada pack are in Colorado. That means they'll probably go through Utah and Idaho, and then its...Washington" he whispered finally.
"what's their numbers looking like?" Jacked asked.
"I'm, I'm not sure. The Scarlett pack were 30, only 7 of them were children. So if they tool out the Scarlett pack, they must have the same numbers"
"so we need to kill them. As soon as possible" Jason hissed ruthlessly. Everyone in the room discreetly glanced at Sierra, whom they expected to look uncomfortable. On the contrary, Sierra met Stiles' eyes and smirked slightly, nodded her head in response to Jason's statement.
"but how are we going to kill them if they have power?" Sierra questioned.
"join with other packs. The George pack are on the edge of Washington,we can join forces and kill the pack" Stiles suggested.
"that could work. I'll call them-"
"no" Sierra snapped quickly, all heads turned to her in confusion.
really want to get another innocent pack involved?"
"yes" Stiles harshly responded, becoming agitated. "otherwise they'll still be attacked"
"fine. I'll call the pack now" Lucas said, standing up to reach for the mobile phone on the window ledge.
"so I guess for the next few days we should we begin training" Sarah added in fiercely. "training in the morning and in the night"
"what about the kids?" stiles asked, focusing mainly on his, but also on the others.
"they need to stay here I guess. We just reinforce the doors and leave guns here for them" Irene added in reluctantly.
The atmosphere of the room had once again reverted to tense. All the werewolves within looked at Irene with sympathy, as if they could smell her fear. She nodded to herself and shakily said "I'm going to - to go prepare dinner" and slowly walked out of the room, glancing back at Lucas with a fond expression.
"-okay thanks. See you then" Lucas was heard saying on the phone. As he hung up, all eyes turned to him. "I spoke to Alpha Dean, he said that we can meet him on Thursday. We'll head over Thursday morning and gather together. Then we'll attack Thursday night" Lucas commanded as everyone nodded.
"whose going to stay and look after the kids?" Jason questioned. There was a moment of silence before Sarah said "I'll do it"
"No" Sierra said quickly and loudly. "I'll stay" she volunteered.
"you cant" Stiles exclaimed "you're the emissary! We need your power"
Sierra looked at Stiles sharply before her expressionless face became quite sad. "I cant" her voice broke, "I cant look at my family, and see the way they-they" she looked away and then stood. "I'm going to stay" she said forcefully and then left the room quickly.
"weellllll" Stiles drawled awkwardly. "I guess that's settled"
Later that day, Stiles had pulled Jason outside the house to talk.
"what's up?" he questioned Stiles carefully.
"have you told anyone that we're going to Derek?"
"no, why?"
'because incase you forgot, there's a traitor here'
In the past two years, Stiles' magic had become advanced enough that he was not only, able to transport from one place to another, but he could communicate telepathically with others. Only he,Jason,Rayane and Damon knew though -as Stiles didn't want the family to rely to heavily upon his magic.
Stiles tucked both the kids in his bed and kissed their foreheads. "night baby" he whispered to both of them.
"tell us a story daddy?" Amaris asked sleepily, turning on her side so she was facing Lucas in bed.
"which one honey?" Stiles asked, overwhelmed with love and the desire to protect whenever he looked at his children.
"the one with you and daddy and the water" Lucas yawned out, rubbing blearily at his eyes.
"okay honey. So daddy and I were in high school, and Jackson-"
"-uncle Jackson" Amaris added in with a pout.
"okay smarty pants" Stiles teased flicking Amaris on her nose. "so, the kanima was after us and your daddy and I ended up in the water"
"and you realised that it didn't like water" Lucas murmured, his voice growing lower and more slurred.
"yes. So I had to hold up daddy-"
"because he got stung with the para-paraletict venom"
"paralysing venom baby, but yes. So I had to hold him for-"
"-hours and hours" both of his babies said in unison.
"night daddy" Amaris muttered and kissed him on the cheek. He kissed Lucas on the cheek too and shut the bedroom door behind them.
"i have some information" a mystery voice said.
"would you like to share it?"
"the Whitehall pack are going to join the George pack on Thursday. Then they're coming for you"
"I guess we'll just have to strike first then"
Two days later...
Isaac ran as fast as his injured leg would allow. Every thump of his foot against the stony pavement sent sharp stabs of pain through his leg. He felt the exhaustion settle in he bit his lip as hard as possible to prevent a roar from escaping his mouth when he had crashed into the corner if the wall. The sheer impact instantly breaking his shoulder and shattering the rest of the bones in his left arm. The pain was excruciating. He wanted to badly to give in but he couldn't. All he could think about was echoing pain Derek was in as claws were plunged into his alpha. The reverberating screams from Lydia as she was hauled away, desperately trying to reach out to Jackson. Isaac wasn't just doing this for himself, but fir his pack -and for Stiles. He had to get to Stiles as soon as possible, but he knew it would be no easy feat as he still had many more hours to go by foot. Isaac stumbled, tripping over a discarded khaki coloured bag and hurtling towards the rocky gravel. Rolling around in pain, Isaac attempted to stand. It was no use, he collapsed, his vision turning black. He needed to ... He needed to get up. He needed Stiles, to tell him that -but he was so tired. Maybe he should sleep? Yeah, just a little sleep.