Deucalion paced as he ran things over in his mind, he had his cell to his ear and was talking to Marin. The Pure Spark was now the Hale Emissary, which was something that needed to be dealt with. "He'll belong to me." Gerard, Kate and Victoria were working with or using the poor gullible True Alpha. "What to do with the idiot?" He then looked over at Morrell. "You did well my Emissary. When the other's get back we'll all meet up, your brother better not cause us any problems. You know what will happen if he does." He hung up before she could reply to him. "Revenge and more power all waiting for me." He laughed as he thought about all the trouble he could cause. It was going to be so much fun.

XXXXX

Peter slammed his hand against a tree trunk. Kate Argent and that damn vision showed that she was here, had been or soon would be. He finally could get his revenge for what she'd done. He'd lost the love of his life and their unborn child in that fire.

At times he hated Talia, she and nearly everyone else had survived. Why someone else couldn't have been taken, and his beloved lived. He'd agree to be a Guardian because he needed to focus on something positive. He understood logically that the only people who could be blamed were Kate and those who had helped her. At times he got so angry and blamed it on everyone especially his nephew. His being an innocent teenager didn't matter. There had been so many times when he nearly and had actually attacked Derek for being so stupid. The younger man never blamed him and accepted the punishment, because he too believed that he deserved it. It made Peter feel guilty, but it never stopped this never-ending cycle.

He turned as soon as he heard a noise behind him. It was Ethan and Aiden. "What the hell do you want?"

"Nothing, we come here when we want to get away. This being a safe place is new to us. We still feel that we could be attacked and don't want to frighten anyone." Aiden sighed; it felt so stupid to say it out loud.

"Why would you frighten anyone?"

Ethan glanced over at his twin. "Our tempers, the anger we're keep bottled up inside. Our original pack were monsters, our alpha was the worst of them. We were the bitches of the pack and the abuse we had to deal with…"

"We had no control over the joining thing we can do. Deucalion came and helped us, taught us to be strong. We thought things would be better." Aiden carried on.

"But they weren't were they?" Peter could see himself in these two werewolves. They had been shaped by what had been done to them and in turn what they had to do to survive.

"Deucalion, Kali and Ennis are monsters. They took their tempers out on us, and we took it out on those below us. We'd killed every member of our pack, and yet we still weren't free. Then we met Stiles, and Alpha Hale took us in. This is how we always imagined a pack to be. We're so damaged that we're afraid we're going to screw things up. Nothing goes right for us."

"I come out here for some the reason. My anger is aimed at everyone. Deep down I know who's to blame, but at times this hatred doesn't stay on them. I'm here, so I don't keep lashing out. I love my family, my pack and I don't want Talia to have to exile me." It made him feel a little better that others understood.

"Becoming Stiles' Guardian has helped," Ethan added and watched as the other two nodded in agreement.

"If you ever need to talk, you can come and find me." Peter offered.

"We're always around if you need to as well." Aiden smiled.

Peter couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of two teenagers supporting him; he was an adult after all.

"Thank you boys, I appreciate that."

XXXXX

Jackson groaned and winced as he moved. "Erica, Boyd." He called out as soon as remembered what had happened.

As soon as he looked around, he could see he was alone. Those assholes took two members…of Scott's pack. He doesn't feel as if he belongs there, but has no idea where he does. The pack had to know what had happened and they need to put together a rescue plan of some sort. He slowly gets back on his feet making sure he's steady before he ran back to his car, which lucky enough is still there and the keys are still in his pocket.

XXXXX

"McCall," Jackson called out.

Scott sighed this was the last thing he needed. He was going to head over to Allison's; she'll understand things better when he tells her what is going on. Well, a modified version anyway. "What do you want Jackson?"

"Erica and Boyd have been taken."

"By who?" He demanded.

"How the hell do I know, we didn't stop to have a conversation."

"It's probably the Alpha pack; it was mentioned in the meeting you missed."

"Well it's a good thing I did, or you wouldn't know what happened. We need to call a meeting, find out where they are being held and rescue them."

"We're not strong enough; they'll kill us, Jackson."

"Maybe the Hale's can help?"

"NO!" Scott shouted.

"They could kill Erica and Boyd," Jackson growled.

"What do you care? You always picked on them."

"I could ask why you don't, you're the alpha."

"When the times come we'll find new recruits, stronger ones," Scott replied smoothly.

"Wait, are you kidding?" Jackson couldn't believe what he was hearing. How had their roles become reversed? "Were you always this much of an asshole or did the werewolf bite bring it out in you?"

Scott stared at him coldly. "Don't ever talk to me like that again, you know who I am. There's nothing we can do at the moment." With that, he turned and left.

"Damn it." Jackson sighed.

XXXXX

Stiles snuggled closer to Derek's side as they lay on the bed and watched movies together. They took turns to pick one. He had chosen Aliens; he did love an ass-kicking, Ripley.

"Get away from her you bitch," Stiles muttered along with the film.

Derek glanced over at his mate and smiled. He never thought he would be this happy again. The more time he spent with Stiles, the more the tightness in his chest began to loosen. He no longer felt as if he were going to suffocate on all those negative emotions that had coursed through him. Stiles loved life, the good and the bad; everything was there to be experienced. It was to help you grow was what was always said. Derek had started to believe that and finally looked for to all his tomorrows, with this 'Pure Spark' at his side.

XXXXX

Isaac had tried to call Scott, but there hadn't been an answer. He held off coming to see the sheriff until his alpha had called back, but that never happened. So here he was alone and afraid of what was going to happen.

"Isaac," Stilinski spoke softly and smiled. It was clear to see the young man was terrified and with what he lived through it was understandable why. If only he'd found out about this abuse earlier, a lot earlier, so many things would've been different.

"Hello, Sheriff."

"Why don't we go to my office and sit down. We can have a little more privacy."

"Please don't tell my dad I'm in trouble." He begged.

"Isaac, son, you're not in any trouble. You haven't done anything wrong."

"I…I…I haven't?"

"No, let's go and sit down. Do you want some water, soda?"

"No thank you, sir, I'm fine." He walked into the office and sat down. He glanced around the room as he picked at his nails.

"All we're doing is having a chat. If you don't want to talk I'm not going to force you, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, before we start is there anyone you would like me to call? A guardian of some kind?"

"No, there's only my dad, and I'd rather not bother him."

The sheriff sighed. "Your father is actually who I want to talk about."

"Why?"

"Well, you lacrosse coach noticed you having bruises that didn't come from practice. There have been other teachers that realised that you had absences the day after a bad mark in a test. When you did come back, they saw how stiffly you moved. There was one incident when you were locked in a cupboard."

"I'm just clumsy, I panic when I don't do well in tests and I, uh, um I'm claustrophobic." Isaac looked any place but at the sheriff.

"Isaac, it's okay, I'm here to help you." Noah could see the panic start to rise in the young man. What would he have done if something like this happened to Stiles? This time an image of Scott didn't appear, but there was still something missing. He knew that his son would want him to do anything to help Isaac there was no doubt about this. He would have to figure out what was going on in his mind later. "You know Stiles. Please let me help?"

"I…" He glanced down at his hands. He remembered how Stiles had talked about his dad, how close the two men had been. Scott had gone out of his way to have this man as a father figure. He was one of those good people, there was no doubt about that, and maybe he could help. "Okay, I'll try."

Noah smiled. "That's all I'm asking for. If at any point it becomes too much just let me know and we'll stop." He waited for Isaac to nod. "Let's start with the earliest thing you can remember when your father…"

TBC