Escape

The entire pack was gathered in the living room os the refurbished Hale house home. The home had been restored to its former glory with a bit of hard work and effort from the pack members. Each of the pack, with the exception on the Sheriff and Melissa all lived in the large home, and had done so for the past few years. The Hale house had truly become a home for them, as they had experienced many moments of happiness and love together. However, at the moment, the mood was completely the opposite.

All of the pack members sat in tense silence, looking up to their pacing alpha in complete respect. Derek, still dressed in tight henleys was pacing continuously, face pinched in an expression of anger and determination.

Derek slowed his pacing and turned to the attentive faces of his pack members and began. "I have received word from another werewolf pack, they were- they were close with my mother. They warned me that an old pack, one which broke down, has been travelling across America. They've been killing everyone, and it looks like they may be heading here soon"

"whose the pack?" Scott snarled, his eyes flashing red.

"how dangerous are they?" Allison questioned seriously.

"how long do we have?" Christopher Argent asked, his question was the most important and frightening for the members of the pack.

"They're known as the Delgada pack. They practise dark magic, and killed the alphas wife for a ritual. In the past fifteen years they've been a minimal threat. But in the past two years they've been gaining strength. Judging by the speed at which they're killing the packs, they're very dangerous. And it seems like we have a day at most"

The pack sat in quiet silence for a few moments, each of them thinking how they can protect the pack.

"so how do we kill them? The sheriff asked, sitting up with a serious expression on his face.

"aw, that's cute. But you're not going to" a female voice interrupted. Instantly, the werewolves in the room snarled, eyes flashing gold and red and they crouched. They were aware of the fact that the pack had quietly crept up on them, and now they were surrounded.

"shh, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Take them" a cool female voice said. The female was tall, with long blond hair flowing down her back. Her eyes were black, and seemed to almost completely take over the whites of her eyes. "if you come with us quietly, we'll kill you quickly" she smirked deviously and began to laugh. Derek launched himself at her, ranging protruding out of his mouth and fangs clawing at her. His pack followed in synchrony, each of them attacking. But after a few minutes, it was clear that they had no strength. The sheriff, Allison, Melissa and Chris were all down. Lydia was bleeding from her mouth and her arm was at a wrong angle.

They all stopped in silence after Derek snarled loudly. "why?" he asked, heaving up and down.

"we want power. However, you're lucky because we're not going to see you until we get Stiles from Washington" the pack all roared on anger at her sentence. Derek spun oj his heel and bounded towards the large werewolf holding Isaac and crashed into him with a resounding 'thump'.

"run Isaac! Get to Stiles, go!" He roared, as the werewolf sunk his claws deep into Derek. Lydia screams loudly as she was the first to be dragged out of the hale house, writhing in the grips of the werewolves.

Isaac was unable to fight the alpha command and jumped out of the window, barely escaping the grasps of the three werewolves who were following him. Isaac ran as fast as he could, aware of the werewolves who were leaping after him. Although Isaac was in a much weaker state Tha them, he had an advantage as he knew the preserve like the back of his hand. Weaving and swerving around the trees, Isaac was able to quickly outrun the werewolves and managed to escape the preserve and find the road. He continued running. He knew where stiles was, in Washington! He just had to find him, hopefully before the pack was hurt - or worse, killed.

He continued running, faster and further than he had ever done before. The lives of his pack were now resting in his shoulders. He couldn't fail them, he couldn't.