Okay, here goes. I do not own Teen Wolf.
I promise you no one is getting off easy with Peter. As always please read and review. THIS CHAPTER WILL INCLUDE DEATH AND ABUSIVE BEATINGS OF WEREWOLVES BY THEIR ALPHA.
Derek's POV
I didn't make it very far before Peter caught me. He tackled me to the ground and threw his closed fist against my jaw. I both felt and heard my jaw break as my mouth filled with blood. Peter stood up and stared down at me, looking like he would like nothing better than to tear me in half right then and there. He just massaged his hand (he'd hit me so hard he'd probably broken his own hand as well as my jaw) and stood there. I sat up and spat out a mouthful of blood and waited for Peter to speak. I'd likely get hit again if I spoke without permission and I wouldn't be able to speak clearly until my broken jaw healed anyway. I put one hand on my broken jaw, something that seemed to draw Peter's attention to me because he kicked me, hard. I wrapped my arm around my stomach; certain he'd bruised one of my internal organs. Peter grabbed my upper arms (taking care to sink his claws in my flesh) and hauled me onto my feet.
"Go to the train station and stay there. I'll be sending the others along. No one is allowed to talk or do anything other than sit there and wait for me," he said, "Disobey me now, think about disobeying me right now and you and your cubs will beg me to kill you. Am I understood, boy?" At first I didn't answer, he backhanded me across my face, bringing a whole new level of pain to my broken jaw. I whimpered it was a pitiful noise that I hated making but I hadn't been able to stop myself.
"Answer me, boy!" Peter demanded.
"Yes, sir," I said, or at least that's what I tried to say, it came out slurred and broken because of my jaw. It seemed to satisfy Peter though because he threw me back unto the forest floor and went to go find the cubs. Slowly, I got up and did as I was told, knowing that my punishment would be much worse than a broken bone. All I could hope was that he'd spare our lives.
It took so long that my jaw had healed by the time Peter had gotten everyone back to the train station. He could use the pack against the wolves but I was wondering what he'd said to Allison, Lydia, and Stiles to get them to come here when he walked in. Isaac was the only one who wasn't back, Peter had him a tight grip. We all looked worse for wear. Lydia was covered in dirt and leaves, Aly had deep claw marks down one arm, Erica's wrist was broken, Allison was limping from a twisted ankle, one of Scott's hands was mangled, Stiles had livid purple bruises on both arms, Boyd's shirt was drenched in blood, and both of Isaac's eyes were black.
"Stand up all of you, line up and let me look at you," Peter ordered as he released Isaac. We did as we were told and Peter looked at us all, surveying his handiwork most likely.
"Ailsa," he said, "Name two of your pack-mates." (A/N just a reminder because I've had people forget Ailsa is Aly's full name plz no one feel insulted at the reminder)
Aly looked up at him with hatred in her eyes, "No."
Peter slapped her across the face, "Do as you are told."
"No," she repeated.
"Well, then I guess I'll have to make you," he said. Without warning, he grabbed Aly, turned her around and raked his claws down her back, leaving bloody slashes. Aly half-screamed, half-roared in pain and Peter released her. She fell to the ground on her hands and knees. Then he turned and cut Erica and Boyd's throats so deep he nearly took their heads off.
"NO!" I yelled and tried to lunge forward. I knew I couldn't save them, but I could kill Peter. I struggled to get to him as Isaac and Scott held me back.
"You'll get yourself killed too!" Scott hissed in my ear. I stopped struggling and they released me. Peter walked over to Aly and yanked her onto her feet.
"Haven't you done enough to her?" demanded Isaac, taking a step toward them.
"Wait your turn, cub," Peter told him coldly.
"Don't challenge him, Isaac, not for me," Aly said. Peter hit her again and Isaac reluctantly stepped back.
"No one would've died if you had done as you were told. Now I want you to name three of your pack mates or some else dies," he told her.
Aly drew a deep breath, "Derek." I heard my name and wondered what Peter had in store for the three people Aly named.
"Scott," she added. I saw Scott nod and then look down at his shoes.
"One more," Peter reminded her.
"Isaac," she muttered. Isaac went stiff next to me, but nodded all the same.
"Good choice," Peter said.
Peter gripped Aly's shoulder hard and kicked her legs, breaking them. Aly screamed, in too much pain to shift, and fell back unto her hands and knees. She drew several shallow, ragged breaths and stayed down, whimpering in pain. I could tell that I was far from the only one resisting the urge to kill Peter for hurting Aly. Scott and Isaac, on either side of me, were stiff as boards wanting to attack him, Stiles was sputtering in rage, Allison's fingers were twitching wanting for a bow, and Lydia looked outraged. None of us moved though, we knew Aly didn't want us to get hurt to help her. I would attack before I let him kill her too though.
Peter stepped around Aly, apparently done with her for now and approached Allison. They looked at each other moment. Allison looking at him like she was considering the most painful way to kill a werewolf she knew for Peter and Peter simply looking considering.
"You didn't have to kill them. You shouldn't have hurt her so badly, you monster," Allison hissed.
"I'm not a monster. I'm a werewolf. She's my beta and I'm the Alpha," he told her. He grabbed Allison's arm and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Allison yelped in pain and grabbed her shoulder. Peter pulled her closer to him. "If the bite doesn't kill you, it's a relationship you'll soon understand."
I was about to attack him, to hell with the consequences, when he turned to Stiles and Lydia, "You two are free to go, there is a pack meeting here, tomorrow morning at six a.m. Don't be late."
Isaac, Scott, and I froze in shock. Aly, who wasn't getting up until her legs healed, and Allison both looked at him, shocked as well.
"You … you're not going to hurt us?" Stiles asked.
"I am not without mercy. I asked Ailsa for names to pick who would be thoroughly punished and who will get a warning," he explained.
"Derek, Scott, and Isaac will get something much like Ailsa. Allison's punishment was the bite and Boyd and Erica died for their treachery and Ailsa's defiance. You two have been warned. Next time there will be no mercy. So see to it this does not happen again," he warned.
They did the smart thing and left.
Scott's POV
After Lydia and Stiles left Peter turned back and looked at the rest of us. I glanced at sidelong at the girls. Aly was carefully trying (and failing) to go from on her hands and knees to a sitting position and Allison had one hand to her bitten shoulder as blood slowly coated her fingers. I focused on Aly and remembered her screaming as Peter clawed her back open and broke her legs. Then I remembered him killing Erica and Boyd for her defiance and tried very hard not to blame her for their deaths and for what was about to happen to me and Isaac and Derek.
Peter walked over to Aly and looked down at her attempts to sit on the floor. He made a soft noise of disapprovaland she looked up at him. "With your power and pedigree, Princess, you should be able to manage that," he said, the words were mocking.
"Somehow it's easier without broken legs or claw marks," she responded spitefully. I had a second to marvel at Aly's blatant stupidity before Peter smiled.
"Well here, let me help," he said, kicking Aly in the ribs. She did fall onto her back but I practically felt her ribs break. Finally able to, she sat up, clutching her ribs on her left side.
"Ugh, I think you ruptured my gallbladder," she gingerly felt her ribs, "and broke at least three, probably four, of my ribs."
"Next time keep your comments to yourself," he chided. Aly didn't respond, just sat there on the floor, her back bleeding, her legs and ribs broken. I felt a wave of sympathy for her, the man she was looking up at, who had dispassionately given her the injuries, was her uncle and he'd killed her cousin. I felt another wave of sympathy for Derek, waiting for his uncle, who had killed his sister in cold blood, to beat him. I couldn't take it.
"You are a horrible person and a sorry excuse for an Alpha," I spat at Peter.
"Do you have a death wish, Scott?" Peter asked me pleasantly.
"No, I just want to know how your can beat your own niece like that," I responded, spitefully.
Aly looked at me from her spot on the ground, her expression begging me to keep her out of this. Derek and Isaac suddenly found their shoes very interesting. Peter walked over to Derek and looked him up and down.
"Look at me, Derek," he said, his voice so sharp I was impressed that Derek didn't flinch. He did however, look up at Peter. For a moment, nothing happened as they stared at each other ghastly green and stormy blue, then Derek spoke.
"Are you done with Aly? She might need medical attention if her gallbladder actually is ruptured. Permanent damage should be avoided. Unless, of course, you want her to have a constant reminder of the cost of her defiance," he said.
"I think the dead cubs serve rather well to keep your cousin in her place, Derek. What about Scott here? I have, so far, beaten Ailsa, killed Erica and Boyd, and bitten Allison and still my cub chooses to defy me, what should I do with him?" Peter responded.
"Whatever you think is best," Derek muttered, looking down again. Peter backhanded him, hard. Derek hit the ground on his hands and knees. Peter's claws had left shallow marks on Derek's face.
"Take the girls to Deaton so he can make sure they'll both be back in good health soon and get those scratches looked at while you're at it. Take Isaac with you, too. I need some quality time with my cub," he ordered Derek.
"May I bury Erica and Boyd first?" Derek asked as he climbed back onto his feet. He looked like he wanted to kill Peter.
"No, move their bodies to somewhere they'll be found. Just another animal attack and take the cubs and go, boy," Peter responded. It was clear from his tone that if Derek asked anymore questions Peter was going to hit him again. Derek nodded and he and Isaac picked up Erica and Boyd.
It was incredibly silent while they were gone, the only sound was Allison's soft footsteps as she walked over to Aly and knelt down next to her. Peter spared Allison the briefest glare but he didn't stop her.
It felt like an eternity before Derek and Isaac got back even though I knew it could have only been a few minutes. They walked over to the girls, Isaac helping Allison and Derek ending up having to carry Aly because her legs were still broken. I watched them go, Derek and Aly both shooting me sympathetic glances as they left me alone with Peter Hale.
Okay so my computer is broken and won't connect to the internet so I have no idea how or when I am posting this chapter I will keep writing and update as the opportunity presents itself. Tell me what you think of this chapter. I'm starting the next one now I just wanted to leave off on that cliffhanger. I'll try to make the update fast. I am not giving up on this story.