''Did she take the offer?''

Peter scoffed, ''What do you think? Of course she did. She leaped at the idea'', Peter laughed ''Then leaped out the door''.

''Hm'' Derek scowled.

''What do you mean, 'hm'?''

Derek rubbed the back of his neck, ''I dunno. I just thought that she would've shown more loyalty to her brother, is all''.

Derek had always seen the way the two looked after each other. It reminded him of Laura and Cora at how protective Stiles was over his sister. Scott used to be the same. Even if he was only a little older than Laura and more than five years younger than Cora, he still used to act like their big brother. It was quite sweet actually. The memories often gave Derek a sinking feeling he couldn't describe so he tried not to think about them. Scott had learnt quickly that even saying their names could bring Derek into a flying rage.

''She's a huntress to the core, Derek. If she wasn't turned as well, she probably would have killed him a long time ago''

It was a harsh but bitter truth. Allison was loyal to hunting werewolves above all else. There had been stories amongst hunters of having to kill their own after being turned. Isaac Lahey's mother had to be killed after she was turned. His father was the one who had to do it. Stiles had always felt sorry for Isaac. He was pretty much the only one out of Allison's friends that was actually nice to him. If he had to call him anything, he wouldn't be reluctant to call him his only friend.

''I suppose'' Derek simply muttered.

When they told him his sister had left, Stiles sank back down onto his chair.

''Gone?''

''We can't find her anywhere. We think she just ran out of the door''

''How? Don't you guys lock it?''

Stiles knew they did because they didn't seem to trust Allison and Stiles not to run away. But how could she have escaped? And more importantly, why didn't she take him with her? He wasn't sure what to think. He assumed the only thing he could: they were either lying or they weren't telling him the whole truth. There was no point trying to see if they were lying. Their heartbeats were always steady. Except Derek's. He could hear it beat just that little bit faster. Peter's was normal. So what did that mean? That whatever Derek said was a lie and Peter was the one telling the truth? Stiles already knew that was unlikely. He went along with it trying to act like the hurt brother which was how he honestly felt but he wanted to push it down. Just in case there was more to why Allison had left. Or if she'd even chose to leave.

''We did. She had stolen the key off us''

''Really?'' Stiles questioned, ''She stole the key, that you keep on you at all times? You, who can smell a predator or another werewolf from up to thirty miles away, was deceived by a girl whose only been a werewolf for three weeks compared to you two, who have been werewolves your entire lives. That's what you're telling me?''

For once they didn't appreciate how smart Stiles was.

''Your sister's smarter than she looks. Besides I think she had my nephew.. A little distracted'' Peter lied.

Derek's eye grew wide. He was not expecting his uncle to say that. But his embarrassed look only seemed to confirm his statement.

Stiles was confused until he realised what they were hinting at, ''Oh'' he paused and the image flickered in his mind of Allison dropping to her knees, Derek throwing his head back while she sucked on him. It gave Stiles a sick feeling to say the least, ''Ew!''

But he couldn't smell Allison on him. At all. Wouldn't he smell like her? Even a little if she ''distracted'' him. In the book it said it was dependent on how extreme the ''distraction'' was and how long it lasted.

''How?'' Stiles asked. Not really wanting to but feeling he had to know.

Derek cocked his eyebrow, ''You really wanna know?''

Stiles couldn't shake off his disgust. ''No actually. I changed my mind''.

He wanted to know why he didn't smell like his sister at all if she supposedly did something to him. Stiles was grateful that he could come to the conclusion that it was a lie. Yet the thought still angered him and he wasn't sure why. He chalked it up to Allison being his sister. Yeah, that's what it was...

''Good'' he replied blankly and practically stormed off with Stiles left alone with Peter. He tried to carry on the book he was reading but Peter pulled it from him and put it back on the shelf.

''I was reading that'' Stiles protested.

''And now you're not because you have more important things to be worrying about''

Stiles nodded in understanding, ''The Shift''

Peter made a signal towards Stiles, ''Follow me''.

Stiles got up and let Peter lead him away from the dining table and down to the basement. Stiles felt uneasy when he saw chains attached to the wall and Scott and everyone else waiting for him there.

Stiles stopped dead halfway down the stairs causing Peter to nearly stumble into him.

''Erm.. Peter, what's going on?''

''Your first Shift is going to require a lot of strength from you. More concentration than you probably have ever needed. And chains are going to be needed too so that you don't go into a murderous rampage and try to kill us all'' Peter added so casually.

Stiles went further down the stairs and actually looked at the shackles that were going to contain him and noticed the bolts inside that would be twisted into his skin to keep him in place. It made him shudder.

''Are those things going into my skin?!'' Stiles' voice cracked.

''We need to make sure you can't just rip them off'' Derek informed him. Again, he was terrible at reassurance and Scott interjected.

''It's okay. It's going to hurt like hell but it won't cause any lasting damage''

Scott's serious tone was unfamiliar and perhaps one of the more startling elements of the situation.

He put his hand on Stiles' shoulder, ''I'll be with you the entire time. I promise I won't leave you''

''I guess that already makes you better than Allison then'' Stiles remarked bitterly. He hadn't meant to. He tried to combat the feeling that she'd abandoned him since he wasn't sure she had really chosen to leave him but it was difficult. Their entire lives Stiles felt like he'd been holding his twin sister back. Maybe she finally got fed up of him and left.

Stiles didn't fail to notice the little strain in Scott's heart when Allison's name was mentioned. He wasn't too surprised, it was more of a confirmation of what he already knew.

He did however failed to notice the slight smirk on Peter's face at the remark. He was pleased that Stiles was already starting to resent his sister, pushing him further into the pack.

Stiles got in the position of his back against the brick wall and place his hands and feet into the correct shackles. He could feel the bolts scrape against his skin and they hadn't even entered his skin yet. Scott and Derek had their hands readying over the bolts on the shackle around his wrist.

''Ready?''

Stiles nodded and closed his eyes tight in preparation. Though it made little difference.

The bolts were grinding hard into his wrists, crunching against bone and flesh in an excoriatingly slow and arduous manner. Stiles couldn't suppress the screams that were coming out of his mouth. He could barely hear the reassurances Scott was trying to give him.

''This wrist is done'' Derek declared and allowed Stiles to pant to regain some of the air he just lost from screaming. He was panting and wheezing so hard he could barely breath. He'd shut his eyes so hard it made his head ache and throb. He felt the blood from his newly pierced veins run down his forearm and drip off of his elbow down to the floor. He felt broken and they were far from finished.

Everyone looked around at each other. They knew it was necessary but it was hard to watch. Especially as they all felt attached to him now.

Scott regarded him as his best friend, a feeling he'd not had for such a long time he almost forgot what it felt like.

Boyd and Erica were happy with the way he seemed to make time for their daughter and treat her with the affection of an older brother. He was courteous enough and so funny that they felt at ease to leave Talia around him. Which is quite the achievement given that mother wolves would devour any threat she perceived to her pups.

Peter admired the kid's guts and his strong sense of determination. Unlike his sister, he was willing and even happy to adapt to life as a pack member. He didn't complain much and he appeared to have no malice about him.

Derek felt a fondness for Stiles too. It felt a lot like obligation though. He felt the need to protect him and look after him. He still felt guilty as he watched Stiles going through all of this knowing that if he hadn't have gone along with his uncle's plan to kidnap and turn him, he would have been living a normal life worrying about his college assignments and what party he was going to go to on a Saturday night. Not stuck in some basement having to tolerate a tortuous amount of pain and worry about whether he'd kill someone during his first full moon.

''Ready?'' They asked him again.

He could barely pant out, ''Just do it''.

It carried on like that for several minutes. The process of putting on the shackles, Stiles screaming and writhing in agony as Scott and Derek tightened the bolts into his wrists and ankles, blood streaming from the newly inflected wounds.

Finally they were done and Stiles couldn't do anything except stare down at the floor. He was in a sore daze without the ability to think or speak. His throat was hoarse from all of the yelling and shrieks, his voice cracking again and again as the rising agony broke it down to nothing more than weak and pathetic whimpers.

Everyone was concerned and when they called out his name, the only response he could give was to briefly look up at them all. He looked as beaten and broken as an old rag doll.

Erica and Boyd went upstairs, leaving him alone with Scott, Peter and Derek.

''I'm gonna go get him some water'' Derek said and glanced over Stiles' body, ''He looks like he needs it''

Derek got halfway up the stairs when Scott decided it was the perfect time to question his brother.

Derek was filling up a water bottle at the sink when he saw Scott come up the stairs. His expression was screwed in a questioning way that let Derek know something was on his brothers' mind.

''Scott. Get out of the way''

Scott shook his head adamantly, ''You need to answer me cause I've been thinking about this for hours now and I can't figure it out''

Derek decided to play it causual. ''And what is that?''

''Why are we helping Stiles? Didn't you say earlier that they had to do it on their own?''

Derek was at a loss what to say. He couldn't tell him what Peter had planned as Scott might be able to stop it in time. ''Well... we realised that we were being too harsh''

''No, no, you said that they needed to learn how to do it on their own. YOU said she'd adjust'' he paused, ''But how could she? How could anyone do that alone? Except...'' his expression turned to one of hesitant realisation, ''...you didn't want her to, did you? Is that why she's gone?''

Derek couldn't let Scott get too close to the truth.

''Scott... you don't question the decisions of your alpha'', he warned. Peter was family but his position as Alpha always came first and foremost.

''So it was a decision?! He wanted Allison gone?''

Derek grunted, ''Dammit Scott! What did I just say?''

Scott just nodded slowly and quietly. Derek could tell he had upset him.

''You basically said me that you and Peter don't trust me... good to know''.

Stiles could feel the transition happening. The energy and power inside of him increasing gradually, getting more and more intense. Even his body started to feel differently. His senses were heightened to an almost unbearable amount as it all overwhelmed him and he felt like all he could do was yell to keep it out. But he held it in. Then unintentionally, he picked up the conversation between Scott and his brother. All of it.

Stiles knew there had to be something odd about his sister leaving. Why would Peter want his sister to leave after all of the trouble he went through to get them here and try to make them a part of his pack? All Allison would do is go straight to their parents. Why would he want that?

Maybe he wants her dead Stiles mulled. Then he shook his head at the thought. If he wanted Allison dead, he could have done it the night they took them. What difference would it make if his parents had to be the ones to do it? Either way the hunters would definitely come after the Hale pack.

He tried to think harder. Comb his brain for all of the things he knew about werewolves. He started at the beginning with the initiation for a turned werewolf. There was the Bite and the scenting but that was it. Nothing else.

Maybe natural born werewolves have something else to do with initiation into a pack that Allison would have to

His mind flashed and his heart stopped.

Killing their old pack to show loyalty to the new one.

And what's the closest thing to pack than your own family.

But why would this apply to Allison? She's not a born wolf.

She showed the most resistance... meaning she has more need to prove her loyalty.

The books he had studied often said that whether they wanted to or not, on a subconscious level they would feel a new devotion to their pack.

She hadn't sneaked passed them, they let her go so that she would go back to the Argents and kill them.

Stiles scoffed to himself. It was so perfect. They wouldn't have to lift a finger and a bloodbath of destruction would be left behind in the wake of Allison's first shift. An entire family of the country's most prominent hunters killed in a single night.

He had to fight back the tears. They were probably already dead. His entire family gone in an instant... all because he was still the useless son who couldn't figure out the Hale's plans in time.

Stiles decided to get his revenge on them. It was impulsive and stupid but he needed to win against them. Even if it was only for tonight. He saw Scott and Derek come down the stairs. His anger was causing him to begin shifting and he started writhing in pain as the transformation began. Bones began to deform in his face and convulse into the monstrous lycanthropic appearance he was unfamiliar with. His teeth stuck out of his mouth and hair grew on his face. His eyes flashed yellow.

He began to laugh at the reactions of surprise from the others as they saw him like this for the first time. Stiles didn't care anymore. He had no reason to, giving him the freedom to say as he pleased since there were no longer any consequences that would matter now that his entire family was dead at their hands.

''What's wrong? Am I not pretty anymore?'' Stiles joked.

He focused his attention on Scott. ''Do you really want to know how Allison escaped Scott? Hm? Ask your brother. I'm sure he'll stutter over telling you the truth''

Scott looked at Derek and all he could do was stare back as equally confused.

''Derek, what does he mean by that?''

''Yeah Derek!'' Stiles hollered, ''Tell him about the part where she sucked your dick to get the key off of you!''

Scott recoiled in horror and Derek just looked at the devilish grin on Stiles' face and the betrayed look on Scott's face. Peter was unsure where this was going so he stayed halted to the spot.

All Scott could utter was an outraged, ''What?!''

The stares between them ensued so Stiles decided to stir it further.

''What I especially love is that he told you to stay away from her yet he used her to get exactly what he wanted from her'' Then he directed his comment at Derek, ''Didn't you Derek? You used my sister like a fucking whore!''

Derek was furious at Stiles who seemed to take far too much pleasure in using Scott to hurt him.

Peter watched Stiles' manipulative nature come to surface and was completely mesmerised by it.

''Scott... that's not what happened'' Derek tried to reassure.

When Scott failed to say anything, Stiles laughed and cocked his head to the side, ''Really, Derek? So are you calling your Alpha a liar? Tsk Tsk, very naughty indeed''

Scott shook his head at Derek, ''I can't believe you! You think you have the right to lecture ANYONE on romance when your last one resulted in all of our family dying?!''

The room fell silent. Derek looked as if he could punch Scott or start crying. Scott was the exact same. All of the tensions in the room even silenced Stiles' newfound cheekiness.

''What romance?'' he dared to ask.

Scott pointed at Derek and shouted, ''His!'' Scott came face to face with Stiles. He could see the other boy's eyes flashing with a deep and unforgiving orange, ''With your fucking bitch of an aunt! They were fucking and he brought her back to our house! She came back and burnt it to the fucking ground!''

He turned back around to Derek and started to yell out the names of those they'd lost, ''Mom, dad, Cora, Laura, they're all dead! Our cousins, our friends, our family all dead! And it's all because of YOU!''

Scott had been able to stop himself from shifting but the rage he felt possessed him and pounced himself on top of his brother. He clawed at his chest and his face. Slashing and bruising his older brother who threw his brother against the wall and growled at him.

Scott recovered and howled back at him until Peter stood in-between them and commanded, ''ENOUGH!''.

They were both silenced under their alpha's orders. Stiles' was both impressed and fascinated by the reddening eyes of Peter. But the change died down and everyone returned to their normal state.

Peter put his hand on Scott's shoulders.

''I lied. Derek didn't touch Allison'' He sighed and hesitantly told him the next part, ''I let her go''

Stiles was heartbroken. So she had left him. No she couldn't have.

''Let her? No, you forced her to go!'' he challenged.

Peter walked up to Stiles. ''No. I didn't. I told her she could leave but that she would have to leave you behind. And she did''.

Stiles shook his head and spat in Peter's face, ''YOU'RE LYING!'' he nearly sobbed out, ''She wouldn't leave me''

Peter began to pity Stiles now. More than he did before. His admiration of the young boy was weaning.

''She did, Stiles''

Scott stood there more confused than before, ''So why did you let her go?''

Stiles interrupted Peter before he could answer it. ''They let her go because they knew she'd run home. They knew she wouldn't be able to control herself and that she'd kill our parents''

Peter was astonished that Stiles had been able to figure this out. Even more so with the way he was relentlessly returning his stares, devoid of any emotions beyond hate and passion.

''Correct me if I'm wrong'' he added.

Scott's eyes darted back and forth between Peter and Stiles, searching for confirmation from either side.

''You're not wrong Stiles''. He walked forward so he was facing Stiles. ''Initially, I was going to let you go too''

''Then why didn't you?'' Stiles grimaced.

''I saw potential in you Stiles. You're smart, resourceful and loyal-''

''I'll never be loyal to you!'' He interupted

Peter scoffed, ''You don't have anywhere else left to go'' painfully reminding him that his entire family were now dead. He really did have no one and no where he belonged anymore. He started to feel like he belonged here but after tonight, regaining that feeling seemed virtually impossible.

The alpha walked up to the top of the stairs and pointed to Derek and Scott.

''You two can guard him as punishment. I catch you two fighting again I swear to god I'll kill you both''.

Peter left and both of the brothers stared at each other then back at Stiles.

Derek sighed, ''This is gonna be a long night''