This chapter might feel a bit rushed but it's because I want to finish this story ASAP. Also, sorry if I'm getting some of the events wrong because I'm doing all this from memory and it's been two(?) years since season 1 so… yeah…

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

The rouge alpha has been terrorizing the town for a while. The murders have piled up and the group has been getting closer and closer to finding out the truth and capturing the alpha. It's been nearly three weeks since Laura was killed and the rogue alpha came into fruition and it has gotten increasingly difficult in solving the case. Sure Scott's boss, the vet Dr. Deaton, has been a big help, and despite Derek almost dying once due to the hunters (a wolfsbane bullet was shot into his arm after Kate Argent shot him on her first night back to town), they still continued on. Stiles however has been almost MIA for most of it all (except for the whole gunshot in the arm part where Derek was almost forcing the hellhound to cut off his own arm) and that was pissing off Stiles as much as it was pissing off both Derek and Scott.

Burke was the first person too see Stiles' obvious aggravation towards it all when the hellhound returned to his home after school one day. The door slammed shut which made the resting hellhound jump on the sofa. Glancing towards the door he saw a human Stiles tromp through the room and into the kitchen. "Tough day?" Burke said jokingly as he turned around on the sofa to watch Stiles.

"'Tough day?' he asks me…" Stiles muttered to himself as he pulled out the gallon of milk and began to drink some milk straight out of the gallon, ignoring Burke's protests about using a glass. "It sucked. I heard that last night while I was studying and you were supposed to be on duty that Derek and Scott were attacked by the Alpha at the school at night and that Derek disappeared after being all kinds of almost killed. Then Scott went off on me for not being there! You were supposed to be there!"

"I was there."

"Then why didn't you do anything?"

"Because it's not in the rules to reveal yourself to beings that don't know you. You know that Stiles. No, instead I left them behind and went after the alpha… but that SOB is really fast. I lost him when he re-entered the town."

"Fuck the rules! If they're in danger then you—did you say that the alpha went back into town?" Stiles interrupted himself as he put the cap back on the gallon of milk and shoved it back in the fridge.

"Yeah… the alpha took a turn and went back into town… but as I said before he was fast and I kept on going while he did a 90 degree turn. When I finally went back on track his scent was like gone and I lost visual."

"But he went back into town?"

"Yes Stiles… he went back into town."

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's Genim for you."

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say Stiles."

"Goddamn you Burke." Stiles went over and plopped down on the sofa next to Burke, the older hellhound curling his legs under him as he threw the magazine he was reading on the coffee table. "Why would he go back into town?"

"Well he does have a human form." Burke commented. "He has a home he retreats to. And it's probably the way that he can change his scent—by shifting. The scent composition changes drastically in werewolf alphas."

Stiles thought hard, Burke almost laughing at the sight because Stiles was trying so hard that his face was twisting into a really weird look. "… So… if we find where he lives then…"

"We can get him easily."

"… 'We' as in…?"

"… Us. There's no need to endanger your friends if we can get to him first."

"We would have to know where he is first however."

"Way ahead of you." Burke said as he then leaned over and reached for a manila folder on the coffee table that Stiles just noticed. "I went to go see Dr. Deaton and he—"

"I thought we weren't supposed to go see beings that don't know us Burke." Stiles said in a critical tone, thinking that he had shot back Burke's previous statement about the rule back at him.

"… I do know him."

"Huh? What the hell? You know the creepy vet dude? How?"

"None of your business. As I was saying—"

"How do you know Deaton?" Stiles continued.

"Genim!" Burke yelled, using Stiles' real name as emphasis. That quieted the younger hellhound enough for the older to finish his thought. "As I was saying… Dr. Deaton said that he has been tracking the deaths and they all seem to be centralized around a set of blocks."

"Building blocks?" Stiles said jokingly but Burke, too absorbed in his thinking's didn't catch the joke.

"Precisely." Stiles' smile fell off his face as the older hellhound ignored the joke. "Right here…" Burke created an invisible circle on the map using his pointer finger.

Stiles scanned over the map that Burke had singled out. "I know where that is."

"I would hope so. This is your territory and you've been living here all your life."

"Shush." Stiles scolded lightly. "What I mean to say is that I know what's in the area. It's mostly a medical district, though the hospital isn't located in this sector. There's little medical plazas and a rehabilitation… but then there's small shopping malls… hardly any houses."

"So our alpha wouldn't be living here."

"I doubt it… I doubt that he would even attack around his home… or at least where he stays when he isn't prowling or attacking my friends."

Burke considered what Stiles had said earlier. "Well… if you think about it… this alpha hasn't really gone all that far out. The farthest he's been is in the forest the night he killed Laura Hale and bit Scott McCall. He hardly returned to the woods since and has instead stayed mostly in-town. What I suspect that perhaps he's severely wounded and doesn't have the strength he's been perceiving to us."

"You think so? If that's true then it could only mean that the alpha is in one location…"

The two hellhounds looked up from the map together and stared into each other's eyes. "The rehabilitation center."

Burke nodded his head. "It seems right. Sketchy, but right."

"Then let's go." Stiles said excitedly as he stood from the sofa and started heading towards the door.

"What about your homework?"

Stiles stopped just feet before the door, turning back sharply to look back at him. "I have homework, but it's only English and I can do it in like fifteen minutes. There's no way in hell are you going to contain me here while you go after the alpha that killed Laura and messed up my town."

Burke stared at Stiles for a few seconds before slowly heaving himself off the sofa, bending his back backwards to crack his spine. "Alright. Whatever you say. It's your territory."

"You have rank. You can just pull it on me now." Stiles said before he could stop the words from his mouth.

"True…" Burke agreed as he walked over to Stiles, stopping before him. "But if I pull my rank and it turns out I needed your help then I'd be royally fucked."

At that the younger hellhound grinned. "So you're sayin' you need me?"

"I never said I didn't need you." Burke said in all seriousness and the grin on Stiles' face fell instantly. That sentence had a lot of subtext and Stiles picked up on it. Burke didn't say anything else and proceeded past Stiles and opened the door to his speluncam. "Shall we go?"

Stiles could only nod, his heart tugging at him softly. As Burke left his home first, Stiles shook his head. He would not fall in love with Burke, not after what chaos he caused his family. He had a better chance with Derek than with Burke… or at least, that was Stiles kept telling himself. He knew regardless that both Derek and Burke would be great… mates and both would come with their own set of problems. They were hardly perfect, but as far as choices go, one could say Stiles had the cream of the crop. But he had already closed that door on Burke a long time ago, and it was a door he was unwilling to open again.

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

Derek was feeling really uneasy. He was about to sleep for once (he hadn't gotten any sleep while he was busy healing himself from the alpha's last attack on him) when he had received a text message. He had thought it was Scott (another angry message about tackling him in the woods earlier that night or more questions about his theoretical means to be human again) when in fact it was Stiles. When he read the name on his phone's screen, Derek was suddenly wide awake. He opened the text and probably read it a hundred times, each time the message getting more confusing.

Close to solving this. Don't worry, be safe.

What did Stiles mean by "close to solving this"? Obviously it had to do with the alpha, that was the center point of their lives right now, but why would Stiles feel the need to say "don't worry" and then "be safe"? Was being "close to solving this" mean that he was about to walk into danger willingly? This was plaguing the broody werewolf. He finally decided to text the teen back.

Where are you?

There were other things that Derek could have texted back. Things like "do you need help" or "what information did you find" or, if he was being courageous enough, "when are you coming back"? But no, the thing that Derek really wanted to know was where was the hellhound he fell in love with. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the blacked out phone in his hands, waiting for a response, each passing minute causing a dagger of worry to be pushed deeper into his inner being. He was about to just physically go out and search for the boy when the phone buzzed lightly in his hand.

Don't worry about it Derek.

Derek rolled his eyes. I'm worrying about it. He texted back quickly.

Then don't. This isn't a job for you.

Now that just pissed him off. This IS a job for me. The alpha KILLED my sister.

It took a few moments for a reply to come. Obviously the teen was thinking about what to send back. I am meant to protect this area. Though yes, your sister was killed, I allowed that to happen because I wasn't doing my job well enough. For that I apologize Derek. I should have been out more, should have been paying more attention… I should have never stayed with you both. I should have left and lived in the woods like I should have been. I am so sorry but please, just stay out of this. I don't want anyone else to get hurt or killed under my watch… especially you.

Derek re-read the text again. Stiles has never sounded so serious, so guilty before in his time of knowing the hellhound. Whatever this was it was serious and though Derek didn't know much of the secret world behind the hellhounds, he knew that Laura's death was not Stiles' fault but regardless the teen was blaming it all on himself. Derek felt another stab at his heart. This wouldn't do, not at all.

Where are you? He sent the text again, he half expecting for the teen not to reply or give him the same "Don't worry about it Derek" message as before. There was a full minute before the reply ever came back.

… The rehab center…

Derek's brows furrowed. The rehab center? That was where uncle Peter was. Why would Stiles go…?

Then it hit him like a fright train. Derek felt his whole body go cold. Stiles had found him. He found the alpha and it was his supposedly comatose-state uncle. "Stiles!" Derek exclaimed under his breath. He jumped up from his bed and raced to his car, he calling Scott as he ran down the stairs.

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

Scott heard the obnoxious sound of his phone's ringtone disturbing him from his homework (he needed to do it to get good grades to stay in lacrosse). He reached over to his cell phone and looked at the name on the screen. He raised a brow. It was Derek, and Derek hardly ever calls him. Usually the duo communicated through texts because the elder detested speaking most of the times. Scott accepted the call and placed his cell to his ear, offering a small, yet irritated, "Hello?" before waiting for the response of the older werewolf.

"Scott, I know who the alpha is."

At that Scotty pushed away from his desk and almost fell backwards in the process. "What? You do? How?"

"… Stiles. He somehow was able to figure it out first."

"Alright so who is he?"

"… There's no time for that now. Stiles is going to be walking into a trap. Go to the rehab center in town and get there as quickly as you can."

"Okay but still, I want to know who—"

The phone promptly hung up, cutting off the teen's sentence. Scott looked at his phone, still stunned from Derek's apparent knowing of who the source of all their problems was. He placed his phone in his pocket; homework was long since pushed out of his mind as he raced out of the house and onto his bike, shouting to his mom that he was going to be out for a bit.

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

Burke and Stiles entered the rehab center, shocked to see that it was empty. There were no workers and no patients. Stiles sniffed the air for any signs of death but could smell none. "Burke, where is everyone?"

"I don't know Stiles." Burke responded as he continued walking down the hallway, he opening one door to a room to see it empty. "You don't know of any news for a new rehab center do you?"

"How would I know about that? I go to school, go home and go on patrol. I don't watch or read the news—don't have time for it."

Burke didn't say anything as he lead the way, Stiles occasionally breaking apart and exploring a desk or looking into a room. Both hellhounds came to a stop when they felt the air around them shift. They looked around; the two subconsciously putting their backs together to better protect themselves. Their ears were on the high alert, listening for anything; their noses were constantly sniffing at the air for any shift of a smell. However there was really nothing to hear or smell but the hellhounds knew that something was up. They were about to continue their investigation when Burke suddenly pushed Stiles down and to the left, eliciting a cry of shock from the younger. When Stiles turned he saw Burke being pinned by a brunette nurse, her eyes glowing blue as she growled at Burke, he snarling back at her.

"Burke!" Stiles shouted as he rushed towards the nurse, drive piling into her and knocking her off Burke, Stiles pinning her down as he shifted, his front paws holding her arms down while his back paws pinned trapped her legs between them. The nurse wiggled beneath him before she brought her leg up suddenly and knocked right into Stiles' crotch. The hellhound squealed and was kicked off, his body hitting the wall.

Burke, who had already shifted, growled and prepared to jump at her when he saw a flash of black race past the hallway. Burke focused his gaze on that and glanced back at Stiles once, seeing the other already standing and facing off the nurse again, before running down the hall after the black mass. Stiles saw Burke go down the hall and was mentally cursing him, not for abandoning him with the female werewolf before him, but for going after the alpha by himself. The idiot. He and the nurse growled at each other, Stiles ready to bring down his enemy before him as she snarled at him, her mouth gape and fangs visible.

Suddenly the nurse went down and Derek appeared before him. Stiles sighed heavily, his eyes wide as the familiar werewolf stood before him. "What are you doing here Derek?" Stiles asked the werewolf, his stance relaxing.

"To make sure you don't get your ass handed to you."

"I'm not a human Derek. I don't need you to protect me."

"Yes, I know, but Stiles… the alpha, I think I know who he is now and he's—"

A loud, pain filled cry came from further in the rehabilitation center and Stiles' ears turned towards the sound. "… Burke…!" The hellhound then burst into a dead run down in the direction of the sound.

Derek ran after him, his thoughts asking 'Who is Burke?' as he chased after the hellhound. They turned the corner and Stiles saw Burke in a crumpled heap against a far wall, a human standing before him. The human turned slightly to reveal Peter Hale, his face half burned and not at all appealing. Stiles stood agape at the scene before him. He didn't recognize Peter at all but all he could think about was how someone downed Burke—apparently really easily. Stiles snarled, his paws separating into a stance of impending battle. Derek saw this and stepped before the hellhound next to him, Stiles' head jerking back in shock and his stance ruined. "Hello uncle."

"Hello nephew." The alpha responded as he turned completely. "So happy that you came to visit me again so soon."

Stiles shook his head in confusion. Uncle? Did Derek just say that this man before him—the alpha—was his uncle? Stiles looked around Derek's legs and watched the interaction between both werewolves, his gaze shifting to Burke who was lying still again the wall. Derek continued to talk with his uncle, werewolf-related things as well as the murder thing while Stiles began to slink off towards Burke, going unnoticed by the two Hales until he just barely reached the downed hellhound when the alpha—Peter—roared in his general direction. Stiles' head perked up and turned towards the direction of the alpha, his tail erect in both anger and shock at the sudden roar.

"I'm not quite done with him yet little hellhound."

Stiles' tail flicked in aggravation. Sure he was a bit smaller than most hellhounds but that wasn't his fault. He was born a runt and God knows he never asked to be the runt of the family. "I say that you are done with him." Stiles said back in retaliation.

"Stiles!" Derek said in a condoning tone. He shouldn't have talked back to Peter.

But Peter quite enjoyed the spunkiness that Stiles was exhibiting, if only for a good laugh. "Oh? You say? What are you… this town's protectorate?"

"As a matter of fact I am. This hellhound here was my extra assistance since you have been causing more chaos for just I to handle by myself."

"Oh I see now…" Peter mused as he turned his back on Derek and fully faced Stiles. "So what now? You're going to fight me to get your assistance out of her safely?"

Stiles shook his head. "No, I need my strength to take him away from here, I'll have Derek handle you."

"Derek? All by himself? He's not nearly strong enough to take me on by himself."

"He won't be alone!" Scott's voice sounded as he bursted into the room. "I'm here."

Peter laughed in response. "Oh, even better. Have the pup help you out." Peter said as he turned his attention back to Derek. "I believe the runt over there would be of more assistance to you than the child beside you."

"Hey! Who the hell do you—"

Derek elbowed him in the side, quieting the teen werewolf. "He's the rogue alpha Scott." Derek answered, his voice thick. "… And my uncle… Peter."

"Uncle?" Scott asked as he looked to Derek.

Stiles watched the werewolves interact again, this time he tiptoeing over to Burke, finally reaching him. "Stiles…" Burke groaned out, he lifting his head a bit up when Stiles bent to get the other onto his back.

"Shush. And I told you to call me Genim." Stiles stood slowly, being careful not to both drop Burke and attract the attention of the alpha again. It was then that Stiles noticed an emergency exit directly behind the alpha and started heading towards it, his plan to escape mentally flawless until Peter's voice once again was directed at him.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Stiles!" The other two werewolves shouted as suddenly a massive weight was slammed into his side and Burke went flying to the wall again.

The hellhound found himself staring into the red orbs of a fully shifted alpha, his gnarly teeth snarling at him with an intent to kill. Stiles' only thought was 'This guy must be stupid' before spontaneously combusting on himself, effectively burning the alpha's face. The rogue werewolf roared in pain as embers of fire found their way to Burke, the embers shifting back into Stiles. He once again lifted Burke onto his back and gave the two werewolves one last glance, as well as a command. "Keep him off my back please. I need to get Burke to medical." With that Stiles completed his escape plan by running out the emergency exit, the alarm going off in the process.

Derek watched the door close. So that's Burke… Derek thought as he went back to the first time he heard Burke's name… the night after Laura's burial.

"Uh, earth to Derek?"

Derek snapped back to reality and saw a very angry uncle glaring at them.

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

"What an ass!" Scott yelled as he and Derek finally was able to stop running from a very pissed off alpha. "He just left us there to fight the alpha ourselves! I thought his job was to protect us."

"... It's probably a pack mentality with that other hellhound."

"Pack mentality? What's that?"

"The pack comes first before all. The other hellhound was injured and Stiles could only think about saving him before concerning himself on us. Plus I know Stiles better than you. He wouldn't leave us unless he knows that we could have handled ourselves and he scorched Peter enough to weaken him, even if it was a little bit."

"… Still… what bullshit!"

"What's bullshit?" A voice rang out from the shadows. The two werewolves turned as saw Stiles appearing from the shadows, his bright scarlet red eyes blinking in the night as he trotted over to them.

Scott stood there for a second before responding. "You. And you leaving us to fend for ourselves back there."

"I injured him enough that he was weakened. You two are fine regardless aren't you?"

Derek glanced at Scott, Scott turning his head to him as well. Derek's gaze just screamed 'I told you so' and Scott rolled his eyes before redirecting his attention back onto Stiles. "So… where's your friend?"

"Burke's being treated by Dr. Deaton as we speak right now. However he didn't want me to go back out to talk to you."

"Burke?" Derek asked, his jealously rising slightly.

"No, the Doc. He said that the alpha was now going to target us—Burke and myself I mean."

"Why?" Scott asked. "It's not like he can make you as pack." Derek had taught him a lot about their species over the past few days during their training sessions. He knew that werewolves were either born or changed by an alpha like he was and usually when a werewolf is turned they are automatically in that alpha's pack, however, for some strange reason, Scott didn't feel that 'pack connection' with the alpha—Peter.

The moment Scott said those words Derek closed his eyes and sighed. "Yes he can."

"Say what now?" Scott asked, turning to look at Derek.

"Hellhounds are cousins to werewolves. They work the same way as us except they can only be born. If Peter were able to over dominate Stiles or… Burke… then they would instinctively be in his pack. And a werewolf pack with one hellhound is nearly unbeatable… with two…"

"It's unstoppable." Stiles supplied. "We hellhounds were asked to stay out of sight from the alpha for this reason. But now that he knows that there are two in this town, he will definitely be after us."

"… Well…" Scott mused as he ran a hand through his hair. "We're screwed."

"Not really." Stiles countered. "When I was taking Burke to Doc, he was muttering something about having a plan. However he passed out and he probably won't wake up for a while. So until then we're just gonna have to hold out until I can find out his plan."

"Wow! Okay! This Burke guy sounds like he's awesome!" Scott said as he grinned like an idiot.

"He's not as great as he sounds." Stiles mused as his tail flicked, the snake at the end of his tail almost scoffing. Derek's eyes rested on Stiles, so much so that Stiles turned his head and their eyes connected. A silent conversation passed between the two before Stiles turned halfway, he preparing to leave. "I have to go now. Just go home and try to stay safe. Scott, I'll see you in school tomorrow. Good bye Derek." With that Stiles turned tail and ran back into the shadows, flames igniting at his paws to give him a boost in his speed.

Derek sighed softly and replayed the silent sentence that Stiles had translated to him. 'Don't worry Derek. There's nothing between Burke and I.' But Derek wasn't stupid, he could see that there was some sort of connection between them, even if it wasn't totally romantic, it was still there.

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

Alright then! Chapter 11 done with 11 pages (not planned)! Here's where the story starts to differ from the actual TV show (as you could see) but in the next chapter it's going to be #YOLO from that moment on.

Please review if you want scenes at the school next chapter with the lovely return of Lydia, Allison and Jackson (and maybe Kate?)!