A/N:Just a reminder about last chapter, I updated it from a authors note to an actual chapter so remember to read it.

Disclaimer: I own only the plot and the original characters.

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Lydia POV

Lydia moaned, held against the wall by her latest tryst, Aiden she thinks, while he sucks on her neck slowly, a hicky forming on her smooth milky skin.

After her and Jackson realized, after a lot of pointing out from Stiles, that they were more like family than lovers they decided to end things on a good note.

Well that and the fact that she caught Jackson staring at Danny's ass, not that she could blame him.

She still remembered the conversation clear as day.

….

They were at his house, that being where they had both the most room and most privacy.

Lydia was sitting at his desk and he was sitting on his bed, looking quite guilty.

"It's okay you know." She said to him, both of them knowing she meant what she had seen earlier that day on the last day of school..

"It's not! You risked your life to save mine Lyds, and this is how I repay you, by falling…" He began to say but struggled at the end to say it, so she said it for him.

"Falling in love, Jackson as cliche and cheesy as it sounds, the heart wants what it wants, and I don't blame you either.

All I want is for you to be happy Jax, as long as your happy and safe I'll be alright. That being said I-I think I need some space so it would be best to leave this here." She said, taking out the key that had helped her save him, and putting it on his desk.

"Really I wish you the best." She said tearfully before leaving.

….

She was happy for them both, truly. It had still left a void in her life though.

One she was filling every week with a treatment of boy toy and a side of retail therapy.

That being said Lydia was a genius, certified, and she knew things couldn't continue on like this.

That whatever put Scott and Stiles in the hospital had shattered the momentary state of peace they had.

That she could no longer ignore the signs that she was…. something, or hide her fear behind a set of abs or Prada.

That being said, as Aiden moved his mouth lower to her cleavage and suckled, she knew she would try. What could be the harm in that?

As if the universe were answering her, Aiden's phone began to ring and he stopped his oral exploration to answer.

"Yes, are you sure you need me now? Okay I'm on my way. Yeah, that was my brother he needs me but...I'd like to continue this another time if that's okay with you." He said, and she actually considered it before agreeing and he left through the window.

A few minutes later and she decided to go downstairs to their kitchen and fix her something to eat.

Once she got there she ran into her mother who was at the kitchen table reading a book, and when she entered looked up and smiled.

"Hey, did your guest leave?" Her mother asked, lips turning up in amusement.

"I have absolutely no idea what your talking about." Lydia said, huffing and sauntering over to the stove, eliciting a chuckle from her mom.

For a second she just stood there wondering what to make herself before deciding on a favorite of hers.

A few minutes later she had two plates of strawberry crapes, one for her mom, ready to serve..

She sat down at the table and was just about to cut her a piece when a shock wave of blue energy ripped through the room, filled with so much pain and in the instant that it hit her she saw visions.

Of the past. Of the future. Of an army of demons. Of a clash of gods.

Of a flash of blue hair and purple eyes, impaled on a flaming sword, while a man with all to familiar green eyes screams and watches on in horror as the body drops to the ground, unmoving.

Of a pair of amber whiskey eyes she has come to love like a brother dulling as a clawed hand rips through his chest like butter.

Of the town she had secretly come to love turning into a ghost town as a giant green light enveloped it.

More and more images flooded through her mind as she tried to make sense of them, but they were moving too fast, she was overwhelmed. The only thing she could do was scream.

So she did. Lydia screamed, then everything went black before she could notice her mother was screaming to….

Derek POV

Derek walked around the loft, contemplating the newest situation.

That being both the hospitalization of Stilinski and Scott, and the abduction of two of his betas.

He wondered whether those two incidents were connected.

Then there were his two remaining betas that he honestly had no idea how to help.

He might be emotionally constipated, but he was no fool.

He saw the way Isaac looked at Jackson, knew what that look meant.

He used to see that look every time he saw his parents together. That look meant being in love, or at least to some degree, mates.

Different species had different names for it. A tribal species of shifter up north called it imprinting, Another species from Greece called it soul marking. It went by thousands of names around the world but the idea of it was the same.

A love so deep and instinctual that it could only come from one's very soul. It wasn't always by choice either.

Sometimes one soul reached out for another without the owner's knowledge.

Sometimes two souls are connected from birth and only under certain circumstances is that connection strengthened to the level one could actually feel.

He knew all of this from reading the books in the old hale archives, but that's it. He never really had proof that his parents were mates and no one he knew that would have such knowledge ever spoke of such.

So he had absolutely no idea what to do, he thinks it's good that Isaac has Stilinski to confide in. He is sure, despite his many, many flaws that he will be the one to figure out what to do.

He knew however that if Peter caught wind of this he would kill either Isaac or Jackson. His uncle had good motivation, his pack, but his actions are unwelcome and usually involve a lot of violence and bloodshed.

He would view Isaac's emotions as weak and a danger to the pack and would try to eliminate the beta, then he would be forced to kill his uncle a second time, and if forced to choose between Isaac and Peter he would kill him, and this time it would stick.

As if summoned by his thoughts, the devil appears. Walking down the stairs as he often did to make a dramatic entrance, Peter made his way toward him, all predator and shadowed intent.

"Well nephew, guess who I just got a call from. It seems our neighborhood druid slash vet picked up a stray in the form of a sobbing beta." He said, cruel smirk in place and ever confusing.

"What the hell are you talking about now Peter?" He asked his uncle.

"Deaton called and told me he found Jackson sobbing and soaking wet outside his office. He was apparently muttering something about he cheated and all for nothing, then a friend of his, some girl in a camaro, whisked him away." Peter said, now sitting on the bottom step.

" Get your jacket, we're going to find him." He said before rushing to get his car keys.

As he reached for them, a blue shock-wave of energy ripped through the loft and when it hit him he instantly shifted to his full alpha form.

For the first time since he was turned into an alpha he felt fully in control and he knew what this was, magic. Is this what's behind everything, or is it unrelated?. He thought to himself.

If it was unrelated he would claim that power for himself and his pack, whatever it may be. If it was the cause of all the trouble and was a threat to his pack, he would destroy it. No matter the cost…

Damien/Otaru POV

Damien gasped awake on the couch as a wave of foreboding went up and down his spine. He had no idea why but he suddenly felt like he had to be very cautious about how to proceed from there.

He wished he didn't need to do this mission and honestly he wouldn't have agreed to their demand if it weren't for the fact that he had someone else to protect know who couldn't defend themselves.

He honestly could say beyond the shadow of a doubt he hated them, but unfortunately they were a necessary evil.

If the council didn't exist, no matter how evil their methods may be, the great magics of the world, or at least the nut jobs with magic, would soon rule it.

That being said he just could not condone their actions. After all he saw an entire city wiped out in a blink of an eye just to prove a point.

He really hated them.

"Papa, you have a really scary look in your eyes, pweaz smile." Otaru said from the doorway, clutching her new stuffed lamb, courtesy of her new aunt Violet.

"Oh honey, come here." He said, ushering his daughter, wouldn't his dad be proud, to him. She ran over and attached herself to his side, shoving her head under his chin and holding onto his shirt for dear life.

She felt warm, and safe. She closed her eyes, soaked in the lavender and rainy scent of her papa and drifted off to sleep, for the first time in a long time without fear of long blonde hair, razor sharp black claws or the sharp scent of blood….

A/N: Thank you all for reading, reviews are welcome and encouraged. Also more then likely I will be posting a chapter every other week instead of every week.