The Big Bad

Chapter 11

Stiles sat in the loft surrounded by the dozens of books Harry had given him. He'd sneakily tried to steal one home last night, only for it to pull a charmed/book of shadows on him. He was literally unable to take the book out the door, to add insult to injury? Harry had been watching the entire thing from the top of the loft, seeing him amused was scary. Joker kind of scary actually. He'd stopped immediately after that, pouting enough that the damn iceberg from the titanic would have been able to park on it. It had been glowing, and he was honestly now more curious about how it worked. How would Harry be able to take his books away? Or was it something to do with Harry himself? But no, it couldn't be, Harry wasn't here, neither was Peter come to that.

"Come eat," Derek grumbled, grabbing the back of Stiles top and literally dragging him towards the sofa, away from the books.

"Hey! Careful of the goods! Human here!" Stiles managed to get out as he was strangled by his own clothes due to Derek's actions. Noticing immediately that Derek let up a little, perhaps Harry was right…if he had spoken up earlier…maybe it wouldn't be happening. It had been six long years since Derek had interacted with humans in a pack basis. Would he feel a sheepish apologetic from Derek if he had wolf-y senses? He was nonetheless still plonked onto the sofa with a Chinese takeaway container shoved into his hands.

Stiles scowled at Isaac who was laughing at his misfortune from where he was lazing eating his own food.

"Now why are you laughing at your Alpha providing his pack-members with food?" Harry asked, making his presence known causing Stiles and Isaac to flail and jump respectively. "Ninety percent of all pack interacts are non-verbal, perhaps ninety-nine when it comes to Derek." He added with a quip of amusement, as he ambled over to his trunk – which Stiles couldn't open actually and it shocked him when he tried – yes he'd tried sue him.

Derek was cross between embarrassed and cross, he didn't like his actions being pointed out. Half the time he wasn't even aware of what he was doing would be odd to humans, after all he'd grown up in a pack with a few of them, it was normal. He forgot that to Stiles and maybe even Isaac, Erica and Boyd it wasn't, he noticed though that Isaac had become quiet and reflective after Harry's words, perhaps he was beginning to realize what being a wolf was truly all about…not being stronger, healing faster…but pack. It wasn't fully his fault though, Isaac had been distancing himself, spending more time with Scott. Unfortunately, it wasn't Isaac's fault either.

Then something dawned on him, caught his attention. "You smell of Argent," his tone defensive, eyes flashing red as he stared at Harry.

Stiles froze, heart pounding erratically just thinking about him. It was as humiliating as it was fearful, being beaten by an old man until he was pissing blood. He'd ensured that pain without saying or doing anything. Nothing to ease the pain, for fear that his father would find out how bad it was. The whole family was crazy, fanatical crazy assholes.

"Mmm, I do," Harry purred, sounding very much like Peter at the moment. It was times like this where Derek had no doubt that this wizard-turned-werewolf was his uncles mate. "Let's just say it will be one less problem to deal with."

Derek stiffened further at the insinuation, while part of him wanted to protest that they might be predators but they weren't killers. He was vividly reminded of Harry's words yesterday, that an Alpha had a duty to protect his pack. Trying to deal with things without killing…had almost resulted in the death of his Beta's all of them, because the Argents had a massive hatred hard on for him and his family and anyone in or adjacent to his pack by association. He could feel Isaac's relief and Stiles fear and he realized…this outcome was for the best when it came to all things. "This might inaugurate a war, it might make matters worse." he really didn't want Allison Argent leading the charge against them again, he didn't want to lose any of his pack, not with the damn Alpha pack – minus one member – converging on them.

"He will be found in a non-suspicion manner that comes with the bite stipulation in their charter." Harry said wryly, knowing Derek would understand. If any hunter was bitten by a Alpha Werewolf they would commit suicide on the full moon instead of becoming a 'monster'. "Ironic isn't it? the only Argent that lived up to the damn code was married into it."

Derek cocked his head to the side in agreement, shuddering in remembrance to the damn pack bond that had shown up with the redhead briefly before it had been snuffed out. Presumably when Victoria Argent had committed suicide moments after her eyes turned…made him wonder if she had blue eyes…Scott couldn't be the only innocent werewolf she had tried to kill surely. He didn't believe any of the Argents stuck to the code…not even Chris who he had seen shoot Scott who had his gold eyes on clear display.

"Makes you wonder if Allison's daddy would commit suicide and leave his daughter alone like a coward…but the Male Argents always make the best foot soldiers, loyal to their dying breath in a code they don't even adhere to." Harry's lips curled, his hated for hunters on clear display, his claws emerging as he narrowed his eyes, oh how he wanted to get back…couldn't let Peter have all the fun.

Stiles swallowed at the prospect, it was madness committing suicide just because. Then again, the hunter would go Omega, no pack in the world would contemplate letting an Argent in its ranks – or any hunter – come to that, it would be like the pigs inviting the big bad wolf into the house…awful analogy but stiles couldn't think of any others at the moment. He certainly wouldn't forgive his own father if he did something like that, especially since there were only two of them left.

"Let me know when you're finished," Derek asked, even adding a, "Please," he wanted to prepare for anything that might be coming his way, knowing was better than being in the dark. Watching Harry put a variety of weapons into his pockets.

"Of course," Harry replied, "Will I give him your compliments, Stiles? Anything you'd like to have me do to him in your name?" he crooned as he wandered over, green eyes gleaming darkly, "Think before you reply, and remember Scott isn't here to judge you and neither your Alpha or Isaac will even think to change their opinion of you, they understand." Making it clear his darker nature would be welcomed here, that he'd thrive with people who know, who understand.

Stiles darted a look over at Derek before glancing at Harry, he was kneeling waiting patiently. He had an understanding look on his face, none of the sarcasm or sickly cooing to be seen. It was a genuine question, and Stiles just knew he'd do whatever he asked.

Because he was pack.

Derek inhaled sharply, darting a quick look at Stiles in shock the bond he had with Stiles was suddenly bright and strong, intermixed with the possibility of more. Complete and total trust of the pack, of him, was what could have enforced that. Jacksons, Isaac, Boyd and Erica's were all slowly beginning to brighten, but they weren't there yet…he didn't know when they would be but considering their sorry state a few days ago, he was going to go on a limb and say this was infinitely much better. Limb, he thought wryly, ironic given the fact he would feel like he lost one if anything happened to any of them.

"Beat him up, electrocute him, make him feel as small as we were made feel," Stiles said, his voice low but determined, a steeliness laid underneath. "Then burn him, he doesn't deserve a fawning hunter funeral, dig him in a hole where nobody will know what really happened to him. Let them flounder and wonder."

Harry just listened to him, giving a wicked grin, he wondered if Derek and Isaac were just beginning to learn the core of steel that lived within Stiles. Given the fact Stiles had stood up to an insane Alpha with nothing but his sarcasm and once with a cocktail spoke volumes. "You forgot how strong he was, didn't you Derek?" smelling the shocked approval coming from Derek. "He faced down an enraged Alpha…rendered a burn victim on fire a second time…prepared to do what he had to in order to kill a threat to Scott, his father, his town."

Isaac squeaked at the reminder, well, the tale had been told, and he'd been shocked to hear that, honestly. Stiles was human, he wasn't sure how the idiot had managed to survive these past eight months in all honesty. It was something…Isaac would like to have, that kind of courage. "You know, I never used to be able to stand you…I don't know why I do now," Isaac blurted out, he spoke too much, flailed around too much, caused him to flinch a mile in case he was hit.

"Your wolf approves, he makes a good pack mate, whether you realize it or not, Stiles has everything you and your wolf desires…loyalty, protection, leadership, and more importantly, he will understand you." Harry explained, and he was going to go into a leadership position if Derek mated to him. He would become the Alpha mate, along with of course, his Emissary duties. How long that would remain…well, Harry had no idea, Stiles would probably end up turned eventually.

"He's right," Derek confirmed when Isaac looked at him for guidance, for honestly, for the truth, finally getting the pack back on track as it should have been. Looking to his Alpha for the truth of all things. He couldn't help but feel smug and superior about it though, and made no attempts dampen it. He'd been trying, by the moon, he had, but he'd never received any instruction on how to be an Alpha. He'd done well all things considered, he hadn't bitten anyone unwilling.

Although both Derek and Isaac were at a loss to how Stiles could even venture into understanding what Isaac had been through.

Stiles though had flinched, nobody knew, not even his own father knew the extent…he'd walked in on it once or twice before admitting her to Beacon Hills hospital. So she could have the full time care she patently needed. How was it that Harry knew his secrets? Could he know or was Harry only referring to the Elder Argent?

Either way he would go to sleep tonight feeling infinity much better that Gerard Argent was dead.

"We'll be back later," Harry stated standing swiftly, ready to Apparate out. The last thing he heard was Stiles comment to Derek "Oh, Danny is coming tonight, I was going to tell him everything but apparently he already knew…he was born to a wolf pack but he's human did you know?" Stiles blabbed…already sounding like an Alpha mate, telling Derek how it was opposed to asking. The scent of the other Beta's lingering in the air along with the Keening woman.

"What's my nephew done now?" Peter asked, as Harry materialised with his favourite knives, there was an amused twist to his lips that Derek could only entice out of him in the past day or so.

"Stiles told him that Danny was in the know," Harry said chuckling wryly, having a normal conversation as if having hunters tied up in derelict warehouses was perfectly normal. "Didn't even bother asking…makes you wonder if he even realizes it's not exactly…ordinary,"

"Probably not, the only other human pack member is a Banshee and she's not exactly normal either." Peter said wryly, eyes gleaming with wicked vindictiveness as he observed Gerard Argent. These past few hours were most definitely the most exciting in a long time, except for the moments he had avenged his packs murderers by killing those who had set the fire. He did not consider Allison Argent to be a member of the Hale pack, not even Derek did. He endured her presence while pandering to Scott bloody McCall.

How close had they come to losing the Hale territory to the likes of McCall? All because of Deaton, he would definitely need to look into him.

As soon as possible, but the more immediate threats came first.

Both of them Argents. One now he acknowledged, blood splattered across his claws as he flexed them.

-0 Flashback 0-

"You ready to go?" Harry appeared in front of Peter, who was sleeping once again on the bed Harry had conjured. Harry didn't need to know how Peter thought, to know he was sleeping on it just because of their combined scents. Everyone else was sleeping, even Derek, although he was roused by his speech, but not fully.

Peter all but scrambled out of the bed, still looking elegant while doing so. Smoothing down his clothes, giving a nod. Excitement thrumming through him, he didn't need to ask any questions. Harry had promised to allow him his revenge on the Argents, since it was rightfully his, and Harry always kept his promises.

Harry chuckled, slightly bemused but not surprised to find that Peter had slept in his clothes. He'd probably been waiting for this moment, how he'd successfully fallen asleep he didn't know.

"Lead the way, mate of mine," Peter drawled smarmily, wrapping his arms around Harry, clinging to him now that the opportunity had been presented to him. His good mood dimming slightly at the feeling of Harry stiffening at his touch, before relaxing, a vivid reminder of what he had done, even if he didn't have the damn memories to go along with it. Or it could have been the words, sometimes he loathed Talia for what she'd forced him to do, it overwhelmed him sometimes, but he also loved her fiercely too, she was his sister after all and she had paid a terrible, terrible price for trying to run his life. For forcing him to chose between his mate and family.

A pained terrible fondness burst forth from Harry, shaking his head, unable to help the way Peter always made him feel. He loved him, had loved him fiercely, but Peter had left him broken, it had taken so long to get over him, but he never really had…he'd just burrowed his feelings of heartbreak and ache and just went through the motions, doing his work and hunting down rouge hunters and killing them. Hunting down rouge hunters wasn't in his job description, no that he did just for fun and to protect his kind from the filth that thought they were higher up the food chain. Just like the piece of filth he was about to dispatch with extreme prejudice.

Gerard Argent was next on the list.

The next one? The next Argent was Kate, who he was tempted to draw out her torture for years.

"Lets go," Harry murmured, and with that they were gone from the loft.

Peter blinked when they found themselves outside of an old folks home. His nose wrinkled at the scents, strong medication, urine, perfume, it was harsh on his nose. Under all that though…he could smell Argent and the repugnant odour of a failed wolf bite, that was slowly healing the bastard. Along with some sort of herb, he must be taking something to stop the bite failing. For the life of him he couldn't pick up what the scent was, he hadn't smelt it before.

"Harry?" came the whispered question, Peter glanced over and found a thin but tall intimidating figure dressed in scrubs at the side entrance to the home. He reminded Peter of a slimmer version of Boyd actually, he honestly looked like an older version of him, and would have thought brother if Boyd had one.

"You must be Raymond," Peter said smoothly, as he ambled towards the figure.

"And you must be Peter," Raymond said, arching a brow visibly surprised, chuckling a little at the startled look on Peter's face. "I've known Harry for many years," he confided, his scent had been absent for many years, it was good to know that all was well between them.

"You're a werewolf?" Peter questioned, sniffing the air, he couldn't smell anything on him.

"Yes, the type that turns into a wolf on the full moon," Raymond explained blithely unafraid of Peter. "He's sleeping, drugs don't last long on him, twenty minutes if you're lucky. He's rarely sleeping and is in constant pain."

"Are all camera's off?" Harry questioned.

"Yes, they're remain off until morning security comes in, luckily they're on two different circuits, remain on this side of the building." Raymond explained, "Follow me," he'd remain there for a few months less if he got himself fired. It just depended if any more work came his way, as of right now, the only thing that had been of interest to him had been Harry's contract.

"How can you endure working here?" Peter asked through gritted teeth, barely breathing, only when he was forced to otherwise he'd pass out.

"Here," Harry murmured, pressing a hand against Peter, it glowed briefly.

The next breath Peter reluctantly took, it was like being in the forest. "Okay, that's…disconcerting," and freaky as hell, his nose was telling him completely different from his visuals. "I think I understand how the humans feel on those 3D platforms," when they see things like forests and beaches when they're still in their bedrooms.

"Want me to remove it?" Harry asked, they never paused in moving through the quiet corridors. They didn't meet anyone, even the reception desk they passed was absent of any nurses or night watchers. He didn't expect to, Raymond had no doubt ensured their passage through here was unencumbered.

"No," Peter grumbled, he didn't want to go back to smelling everything awful about this place. "Would you be able to make it seem like he actually left on his own accord without us touching him? It would strengthen the belief that we didn't have anything to do with it?" unaware of what exactly Harry had in mind. "Chris will investigate this thoroughly, and as much as it pains me to admit, Gerard Argent is a figurehead in the hunter business."

Harry's eyes flashed ominously purple, "If any come near I will destroy them all," he loathed hunters with a passion. They'd killed his godson and Andromeda who had been protecting him. Andromeda had suggested coming here, for a fresh start, they hadn't been here for more than half a year before they'd both been killed. He'd found them with dozens of arrows in their cold dead bodies. Hunters. He still hadn't found out which ones, but when he did?...well, when he did they would be obliterated right down to the kids. Oh, he wouldn't stop until every single bloody hunter had been wiped of the face of the planet.

Peter grasped a hold of his shoulder and squeezed it, an air of understood sadness enveloping him. They'd been together for a long while, so of course, he had known about Teddy. He also understood why Harry had been absent for an entire day one day, before coming back feeling utterly depressed. Always on the anniversary.

That sadness turned to channelled anger as Raymond opened the door – still on the ground floor – of Gerard Argent's room.

"Imperio!" intoned Harry, giving Gerard Argent instructions on what to do, and when to do it. Turning to Raymond once he was done with the filth, "Go about your duty and get the camera's back on, make sure you don't look bloody guilty, Peter's right, Chris will go over this with a fine tooth comb."

Raymond barely blinked at the change of direction, he knew whether Gerard Argent was physically capable of it, he would be making his way out of here tonight on his own with a little mind nudge from Harry. "Of course," he murmured in agreement, giving them a nod before vacating the room.

He didn't even feel slightly guilty knowing what or rather who he was handing the old man over and what would come of him.

He'd done worse to those not fully human just because they weren't fully human.

In fact he'd sleep better knowing it was one less hunter in the world, especially an Argent. He wasn't going to be the only one either, pack, pack-adjacent and those affected by the man would too.

He felt the tell-tale feeling of Apparation, he made a show of doing his rounds before popping into the security room. Before he could do anything he felt the screens coming on, Harry had made it so they were never off to begin with via magic by the look of it. Good, less suspicious that way, when it came to hunters though you could never be too careful.

Not even five minutes later, Raymond observed Gerard Argent leaving his bedroom, wheeling himself down the corridor. A vindictive sort of amusement coursed through him, he was going to his own death, there was something poetic about that he had to admit.

He wondered what was going on in his mind, the panic, the fear, he sort of wished he was closer just to see…to smell it.

Maybe Harry would let him know…he could dream couldn't he?

The three of them were apparated…Peter found, to a road near a motel, Glen Capri,

Peter watched Gerard approach in slight bemusement, the hunter coming to the predator. He nonetheless continued following Harry as he walked, both of them invisible to all that moved, all that observed. Gerard showed no signs of stopping, no signs of exhausting, eventually after doing something to the Muggle at the front of the Motel, Gerard wheeled himself into the motel room with zero difficulty, black goo oozing out of his mouth, nose and ears causing his lungs to rattle with it.

"Why here?" Peter asked investigating their surroundings while Gerard just remained placid while his emotions went all over the place. The smell of fear…it was…ambrosia to him. He knew Harry had a reason for everything he was doing here and now.

"This is the room his cowardly brother took his life, this is where Alexander Argent committed suicide." Harry said bearing his teeth at Gerard, when he felt a burst of rage flow through Argent even if he didn't show it. "I find the irony quite…amusing."

"Ah, the Argent bitten by Deucalion," Peter mused, it was only after that that whispers of Gerard Argent's actions begun to circle, like he had lost the plot and made mistakes where he shouldn't have. Everyone knew not to trust the Argent's anyway, but Deucalion had been a fool, and now it was other werewolves paying the bloody price of the actions of the hunters. "How do you know about this and why?" not really surprised, Harry had a lot of contacts. He couldn't see why Harry wanted to know about an old dead hunter.

"I've been trying to pinpoint where every hunter fraction was," Harry admitted, claws out just thinking about it. "I've only cleared a few…but when and if I find out…nobody will survive I will take out every single one of them." snarling, purple eyes flaring, they would pay for what they did to Teddy and Andromeda. He would make them suffer tortures of the damned.

Peter said nothing, he knew there was nothing he could say that would help. He knew the all encompassing need for revenge and retribution. At least he got his very easily and quickly, he hadn't had to wait…or continue waiting not even sure if you would get it. He did have one partly true statement, "Hunters talk, you should always leave one alive and interrogate them,"

"Who better to brag to than the big bad Argents?" Harry sneered, eyes narrowing thoughtfully, it was worth a shot. "I'll need a few things," with that, Harry viciously yanked a few strands of Gerard's hair out of his head.

Peter leaned against the wall, sniffing distastefully at the smell of the room. it smelt like a bloody brothel. Harry had removed the spell on him the moment they were out of the building for that he was grateful. He straightened when Harry yanked Gerard's hair and removed what smelt like dead body but way too small to be one…well, it had been he amended his thoughts, as Harry used magic to turn the dead body back to its correct size. He put the hairs into some sort of disgusting green concoction and forced the body to swallow it.

His eyes widened when he saw the surface of the body begin to bubble until it looked like Gerard Argent. The body looked as if it had just died moments before, not hours ago as it must have been at least. Since they had been together for the past hour.

That also explained why Harry had summoned a few of the blades that had been hidden in Argents room. Twitching as the body began breathing, blood pumping through its veins, watching impassively as Harry wrapped the hand around the handle of the blade and help stab the doppelganger in the heart. Slowly, the doppelganger ceased breathing again.

For all intents and purposes Gerard Argent was dead.

Speaking of Argent…the smell of disbelief and fear was profound, as close to a religious experience as Peter would ever get. He shouldn't have killed those who killed his family quickly…no, this was the best sort of torture. Luckily he was getting another go at Kate Argent. Oh, now that was going to be fun.

It certainly beat hanging around his nephew trying to prevent him from making more mistakes.

"Now we get to it," Harry said, sighing in satisfaction, flicking his wand making sure there was nothing to cause suspicion that anyone other than them were there. Peter automatically moved the wheelchair to the side of the room by the bed, after Harry grabbed the back of Gerard's neck and bodily lifted him as if he weighed nothing. That way it would look as if he had exited the chair and onto the bed.

Before Peter could ask any questions, Harry gestured for him to come, grimacing at the feel of the black ooze splattering onto the back of his hand. Now that was disgusting, he would need to sterilize his hands to get that stink off.

Peter stepped up into Harry's personal space, showing a little fang, eyes glinting supernaturally. He did not like being so close to Gerard Argent but needs a must…the good stuff was going to start soon.

They soon found themselves in an abandoned warehouse, back in Beacon Hills, actually. This was the distillery where Deucalion had been blinded if he recalled correctly. It stank of alcohol and teenagers, usual hang out spots for them. There were three or four barrels with ash, burnt wood and trash in them, obviously used for fires during the colder nights.

Harry discarded Gerard like a piece of trash as soon as they appeared, casting spells, ones Peter knew. Muggle-repellent charms stop anyone from approaching the building, silencing charms so that nobody heard what he presumed was Gerard Argent's screams. Then he proceeded to bend down giving Peter a appreciative glance of his backside, before he was conjuring up a chair.

"Now that's a sight I can get behind," Peter drawled, feeling better that Gerard was secured.

"I'm going to go get the Veritaserum," Harry explained, "My trunk is in the loft. I'll be back in a minute," rubbing at his hand trying to get the disgusting ooze off him, and the scent which seemed to have seeped into his pores.

"His lack of reaction is rather boring," Peter admitted, giving Argent a gimlet glare.

Harry removed the Imperius curse before leaving Peter alone with the hunter. Peter would relish the enjoyment he'd get out of torturing him, he didn't need to worry about him killing the old man quite yet.

-0 End Flashback 0-

"Where exactly did you get that body?" Peter queried, watching the blood ooze down the claw marks adorning Argent's face. Evidently he couldn't heal yet, at least not well.

Argent was shaking with silent wrath, tears running down his face at the additional pain coursing through his body. Breathing heavily, almost to the point of hyperventilation. "When I get out of here," Gerard promised, "I'll kill you all, every one of you," it might have been more effective threat if he wasn't practically sobbing the words out.

Harry rolled his eyes, Peter was too impatient by far, sliding his weapons back into his pocket, he removed the Veritaserum. "I'm not sure if it will work…it never works well on creatures,"

"He isn't one…yet," Peter said, following Harry's lead and ignoring Argent, not that he'd live long enough to enact his threats, neither he or Harry were stupid enough to allow a threat to live. He had read through the medical information, he was turning, painfully, slowly, with a great deal of difficulty but he would either be healed of his cancer and remain human – the only human to reject the bite and survive – or he would have turned into a werewolf. If it had been anyone except Argent, he would have kept them alive to see for himself, but his curiosity didn't extent to Argent's life. Or letting him survive another day.

"We'll see," Harry replied, yanking Gerard's head back, using more force than necessary, "Do you know what Stiles has asked me to do to you? Oh, why spoil the surprise? I'll definitely give him what he's asked for though…you deserve any second of it, including being burnt to death." He informed the hunter coolly.

Despite his fear, Gerard Argent spat in Harry's face, more blood than spit.

Harry crudely wiped it away, "And you call us animals?" grimacing in disgust, before prying out Gerard's tongue, and placing three drops of the potion onto his tongue.

Peter hadn't observed the truth serum in effect.

"Docile again?" Peter asked, sounding both amused and exasperated.

Harry just threw an amused look over his shoulder at the werewolf, "Only while it's in effect, don't worry we have all night to enjoy ourselves."

All was silent for a few moments before Peter said, "I'm glad you came," 'glad I called you' glad he still had the same number… glad for so many things. Most of which he wouldn't admit out loud, neither were what you would call sappy idiots who wore their hearts on their sleeves. They would sometimes, only sometimes, admit what they were feeling. They didn't even need to admit it, they could smell what the other felt, all else was quite frankly a waste of breath.

"Who else would help you get away with torture?" Harry said wryly, warmth suffusing him, partially hating his own reactions to his declaration. It was as good as 'I love you' from Peter actually. Wandering over he nuzzled into his neck and bit him playfully, Harry snorted when he felt a heavy doze of disgust from Argent.

Straightening up, Harry asked a question, what was Gerard Argent doing on January 5th 2003.

When he heard the answer, Harry's magic exploded out of him in his anger. Causing a backlash so severe that Gerard Argent blasted through the warehouse wall, Peter ended up crashing into the opposite wall, able to stop his rabid approach with the wall through well honed instincts.

Harry himself was roaring in fury, already in Beta shift, eyes purple salivating as he prepared to run at Gerard Argent and tear him to pieces.

Loving County Texas, his home, Gerard Argent had attacked his family.

Perhaps a bit predictable but what the muse wants the muse wants! :D So, will Harry kill Gerard quickly in his anger and regret it? Or will he reign himself in or will he require a bit of help from Peter? Will Derek receive Gerard Argent's head from Harry when he's done? and it become a theme? Will we have Stiles older than Scott and the others in this one so Derek and Stiles can be together when they're in the story since this might primarily be about Peter and Harry and their hunt for Kate Argent? Will they get a hold of her before she begins her plans for Derek? Or will we see Derek evolve in this? or perhaps becoming a good Alpha he will Evolve regardless? Be able to do as other Hales have before him and fully shift? I suppose you'd like to see Scott in the next few chapters as he realizes what he's given up? Will he go begging Derek for the bite? Would Derek give it to him? what of Deaton? General negligence OR responsible? Just not caring due to the balance and the unbalance in the Nemeton? R&R please!