TW || Sterek || TW || Sterek || TW || We Are All We Are || TW || Sterek || TW || Sterek || TW

Title: We Are All We Are – Defining Pack

Fandom: Teen Wolf

TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Warnings: shounen-ai, mating/mates, explicit intercourse, anal, fluff, h/c, pack!feels, packmom!Stiles, blood, fighting, AU of season 3, death (NO puppies), hetero

Main Pairing: Sterek

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica, Danny/Isaac, Jackson/Lydia, Peter/Chris, John/Melissa, Ennis/Kali, Aiden/Cora, Aiden/Allison & Ethan/Stiles (for jealousy)

Teen Wolf Characters: 'Stiles' Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Milton Boyd IV, Isaac Lahey, Danny Mahealani, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Cora Hale, Malia Hale, Kira Yukimura, Ethan, Aiden, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Alan Deaton, John Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Rafael McCall, Noshiko Yukimura, Mister Yukimura, Bobby Finstock, Adrian Harris, Maran Morrell, Jennifer Blake, Deucalion, Kali, Ennis

Summary: Post season 2 – the four skipped months. Season 3 needs more pack!feels, not just the 'a member of the pack died'-pack!feels. It'll be a slow-built 'fixing season 3' piece, twisting season 3 to my will. Including packmom!Stiles, Sterek, Jackson, Erica, Boyd, Scallison and no dead packmates.

After everything with Gerard, Stiles wonders where his place in the pack is. Or rather, to which pack he belongs and what is going on in general. New faces and the threat of an Alpha pack are really not helping him there. So now he's stuck – once again – rescuing a bunch of stubborn werewolves while trying to deal with his own feelings, not just romantically but also friendship-wise, because he really needs to help Scott sorting things out.

We Are All We Are
Defining Pack

Chapter 12: Boyd and Cora

It had been a long and draining conversation. Erica had relayed most of what had happened to her during the three months. She also told them about Cora. For now, the pack focused on a rescue plan. Derek and Isaac would break into the bank to free the two wolves. Jackson, Lydia and Danny would have to be home – the problem of parents who had no idea what was going on and didn't do night-shifts like John did. Stiles would be staying with Erica and Peter, doing more researches, trying to find out more. Especially about Cora. Cora Hale. Cora Hale, sister of Derek and niece of Peter. Stiles frowned concerned as he watched Derek and Isaac packing to leave. The others had already headed home for dinner. Peter was with Erica in the kitchen, Isaac had already headed out to the car. Derek was lingering. He seemed distracted. Understandable so.

"Derek", whispered Stiles, grabbing the Alpha by the arm. "Maybe this is just a ploy from the Alphas, to mess with your head. Putting some girl there with Boyd and Erica, feeding them the name of one of your sisters. Don't let them get to you. You need to focus on saving Boyd. And Cora, if that is really her. Think about it, your sister. Back to life. Or still alive. Not sure. But those are things we can worry about once you're all back safe, okay? If it's her, how she survived if it's her, whatever had happened. We will get through it together, but now you need to focus. Okay?"

Concern shone in his hazel eyes. Derek's heart fluttered at his mate's concern and he found himself nodding. Whatever was going on, for now he needed to be fully focused on the mission. Otherwise he may lose Boyd, or even Isaac during the mission. For now, he needed to ban all questions from his mind. With a last look at his mate, knowing Stiles would be here, waiting for him, safe and out of harm's way, he turned to leave together with Isaac. The drive was tense and silent. They both knew that Boyd's life depended on them. Derek flexed his claws. Their 'diamond drill', as Stiles had suggested for them to take to break the vault walls. Their only chance in.

/break\

Stiles was pacing in front of the couch, where Erica was laying sprawled out, still recovering from the memory-recovery. Peter sat on his armchair, watching Stiles' pacing with amusement. The older wolf hadn't come along because he was still recovering from his last encounter with the Alphas. Recovery seemed to be a thing for their pack. Stiles didn't like it.

"They're a pack of Alphas. Why would they capture our Betas? Why would they lock them up? For three months at that! Just for fun? Entertainment? Like the Colosseum? Are they making them fight? Why? Why all of this? And why tonight – on the full moon? They already had two!"

"Would you finally stop ranting, Stiles?", sighed Peter, massaging his temples.

"I don't know why they kept us locked up", shrugged Erica, curled together. "But I had no idea that this much time has passed. We were locked into that vault. No sun, no moon. Nothing to give us a hint if it was day or night, how many weeks or months had passed."

"No sun, no moon?", repeated Peter and slowly got up, getting Stiles' attention. "What's the vault made of? The walls of the vault? What are they made of?"

Stiles frowned confused and pulled the plan up to check. Peter was hovering next to him and as they read it, they looked up and locked eyes, equally startled. The walls were made of moonstone.

"It blocks the moonlight", muttered Peter concerned. "Three months. They haven't changed in two full moons. If Derek and Isaac free them, they're going to be affected. More than ever before."

"They'll go berserk", concluded Stiles and gulped hard, grabbing the table-top even harder.

/break\

Derek and Isaac weren't the only ones breaking into the bank. Stiles had told Scott about the bank, in an angry rant about Alphas behaving like movie villains by hiding in an abandoned, old building. And Allison, well she more or less had it figured out on her own. After they had found Erica, her and Stiles, she had been going through the block, figuring Erica couldn't have come from far away. The abandoned building seemed perfect. So here they were, Scott and Allison, breaking into the bank together. They stared at each other startled when they met in the entrance hall.

"Oh. Uhm. This is... awkward", muttered Scott, ruffling his hair.

"I'm... glad you're here", whispered Allison, facing another way, motioning for Scott to follow her, even though he looked quite stunned. "We're a good team. We work good together. And if we free Boyd together, the pack... well, they may stop avoiding us as much..."

Scott nodded slowly. She wanted redemption. And so did he. He wanted for Stiles to be proud of him again. Stiles used to admire Scott's sense for right and wrong, but when Scott had made the decision to work against Gerard on his own, to use Derek for it, he had lost that admiration. And he wanted it back. He wanted them back, him and Stiles, together. And Isaac and Lydia and Jackson. And Allison. Oh, he wanted Allison back. Straightening his back, he followed her. Which worked until they ran into their guidance counselor. They barely had time to wonder what she was doing there when she pushed them into a closet, telling them to stay put and safe. And then she was gone and Allison and Scott were together in a closet. Both blushed a little and stared awkwardly.

/break\

The plan worked without a hitch. Getting in and punching the wall. It all worked well until they were actually inside the bank vault. Because when Derek punched the hole into the wall, he also let in the moonlight and Boyd and Cora – Cora, his sister, the little sister that should be dead, the little girl that used to steal Derek's chocolate and follow Laura around like a lost puppy, his baby sister Cora who was very much alive – reacted instantly. They went berserk and Derek barely had time to think about the fact that this was actually, truly Cora, because he had to find a way to hold them down. Isaac had more of a hard time than Derek, only being a Beta. And it was hugely confusing for the young werewolf to see his guidance counselor, trapping them with mountain ash.

"What in the world is going on here?", growled Isaac, trying to fight Boyd off.

Derek tried to hold onto Cora. Being up close to her, he could smell her. It was her, not just a girl looking like Cora, it was her. What indeed was going on here. Why trap them in the vault, where did they get Cora, why would they get her, why go through all this trouble?

While Isaac and Derek were busy trying not to get killed by two psychotic Betas, Allison and Scott were busy staring deep into each other's eyes in a manner they had not done in months. They leaned in, slowly, so short of kissing as they heard the ruckus. They bolted apart, both very much aware of what they had nearly done. A scream tore through the bank and Scott recognized Isaac's voice. Within moments, he was out of the closet and running toward the source of the commotion, Allison close behind. What they saw was not exactly what they were expecting. Boyd had Isaac pierced through the chest, Derek was holding onto a feral brunette female. Scott tried to run inside, just to collide with an invisible wall. Allison scanned the room, noticing the circle of mountain ash. Isaac was short of being torn apart by his own pack-mate, the one they all had come to rescue. It was a last-minute decision, but she broke the circle with a wipe of her hand. It took Boyd and the girl less than a second to notice, break loose and run past Scott and Allison. Scott didn't even spare them a look, he headed straight for Isaac, checking on him and leeching off some of his pain, while Derek growled annoyed at Allison, flashing his red eyes at her.

"Do you know what you did?! You just let two berserk wolves loose on Beacon Hills!", hissed Derek, flexing his claws, fighting the urge to pin her to the wall and rip her apart for her idiocy.

But then something happened. His phone rang. Pinning Allison with a glare, he pulled it out, just to see STILES blinking at him in large letters. He nearly instantly calmed and picked up.

"Derek! Der, you can't break the wall! It's lined with this stone, it prevents the moonlight from reaching them! They haven't felt the effect of the full moon for three months! They'll-"

"Go berserk? Yes, they did", interrupted Derek and heaved a sigh. "And they're on the loose. Someone set them free. Listen to me, I want you to contact the rest of the pack. Warn them. And stay safe. Stay close to at least one of my Betas at all time, you hear me, Stiles?"

Silence, for a far too long moment. "Okay. But, Derek... You too. Stay safe. Don't be reckless."

A tiny smile slid onto Derek's face at his mate's concern, despite the situation. "Of course, Stiles."

/break\

Stiles slumped some when he hung up. So Boyd was out there, batshit crazy due to an overdose of moonlight. Brilliant. Glaring at his phone, he dialed the next number. Lydia. She sounded confused and scared, which was never a good combination. He told her to stay where she was and to phone Jackson so he could pick her up and bring her to the den. Their parents be damned.

"Danny? Danny, I need you to get to Jackson's, you two need to pick up Lydia at the pool near the Preserve. Watch out. Don't come near Boyd when you encounter him, not for now. Stay away until you get here so Peter and I can explain everything, okay?", ordered Stiles fast.

He didn't give Danny much of a chance to react before he called Scott to also warn him. It was an interesting piece of information to hear that Scott was already with Derek and Isaac. And Allison. This day just kept getting more and more weird. He gratefully accepted the tea Peter offered him. Like he said, more and more weird by the minute. He paced the living room until the doorbell rang, finally. Opening the door, he pulled Lydia into a hug while Danny and Jackson passed them.

The next half an hour was spend with exchanging stories. After Stiles explained about the moonstone and the state of Boyd's mind (and Cora's, after a message from Isaac reached his phone), Lydia told them about waking up screaming from a headache and leaving the house with the intention of getting more Ibuprofen, but ending up at the pool with a dead guy in the lifeguard stand. Yes, this day was truly trying to become the most weirdest. Stiles sighed and felt short of giving up, at least until his cellphone rang and announced DEREK in blinking letters. His mood lifted instantly, hoping for good news he picked it up, sitting down on the Alpha chair.

"Derek? Your sister? Boyd? What happened?", asked Stiles concerned.

"We're in the woods. Allison, Scott, Isaac and I. We're chasing after Boyd and Cora, but... They're fast. And strong. Are the others with you?", wanted Derek to know.

"Yes. Yes, they are. But Lydia – she found a body. A dead body. Lifeless, dead body. I... I think it may have been Boyd and... Cora", replied Stiles, worrying his lips. "What are we going to do?"

"Scott said we need... help. I agree. We need someone who knows how to hunt werewolves", admitted Derek and Stiles could practically hear him gritting his teeth. "Send Jackson and Peter to pick up Chris and come here. Danny will stay with you, Lydia and Erica. You should be safe."

"Should be, yeah. Love the sound of that", muttered Stiles and made a grimace. "Okay. They're practically on their way. Call me once you got them. Stay safe."

They never said good bye, noted Peter with one cocked eyebrow. They always said 'stay safe', in one way or the other. He wondered how much longer they could orbit around each other without colliding. Grabbing Jackson by the neck, he pulled him out of the house and toward his car, pulling his cellphone out with the free hand. Hitting his second speed-dial, he briefly wondered how long him and Chris may manage to orbit around each other without colliding too.

"Chris, be a dear and get changed into something nice, fitting a little run-and-chase through the woods. It appears my dear nephew and your dear daughter got themselves into a bit of a situation", started Peter smoothly once Chris picked up, not giving Chris the chance to say 'hello' (or hang up). "I'm on my way to your place. Wait outside. And bring weapons. Anti-werewolf-weapons."

Peter was thrilled to find Chris waiting outside the building, just as he had requested. The hunter looked grumpy and Peter mentally prepared himself for the rant about his pack endangering Chris' daughter. Truth was, Peter was actually feeling bad about it. His mate's daughter – his only family – was in danger and he knew it would break Chris to lose her, after all the loss he had endured already. Chris got into the backseat, together with his bags.

"Give me the short version", ordered the hunter, looking angry.

/break\

John was having another long night. As he always did, or at least it felt that way. Two young girls – Caitlin and Emily – had gone out for camping. And then got attacked by millions of insects and a crazy lady with glowing eyes and fangs. Emily vanished when three mysterious males appeared and rescued Caitlin. Also glowing eyes. Ecstasy. The girls had taken ecstasy. It was the only possible explanation and John told her so too. Just a hallucination, nothing more. But after all the things John had seen, he started to question of maybe, he should start looking for impossible answers.

/break\

As Peter, Jackson and Chris reached the others at the forest, Peter suggested to the wolves in their group to rely on their supernatural instincts – to channel their inner wolves instead of relying on their human senses. Chris shook his head, a little amused that wolves needed to be told such a thing while getting a bag of IR glasses out of Peter's car, handing them out to the Betas.

"To sharpen those special senses you have", grunted Chris as he reached Derek.

"I won't be needing those", replied Derek, flashing his red Alpha-eyes at the hunter.

Chris cocked one unimpressed eyebrow. "Fair enough. Listen, we need to trap the two wolves somewhere until sunrise. It's either that or killing them and I suppose that is not your first choice, Alpha. It's late, the school should be empty. It will be best to chase them there and trap them."

"And how?", questioned Jackson ridiculed. "And why are they like this anyway? I mean what do the Alphas gain? Did they want you to go after our pack again, for attacking humans, or what?"

"Deucalion – their leader – he gathers Alphas in his pack. To join the Alpha pack, an Alpha has to get rid of his baggage first. Kill his own Betas. I don't think it's Chris he wants to go after them", replied Peter smoothly, staring intensely at his nephew. "He wants you to kill them."

"That is not going to happen", snarled Derek, eyes glowing in reflex at the mere thought.

"Yes, now. Would you mind focusing?", interrupted Chris with a glare, unpacking something else. "These are ultrasonic emitters. Dogs don't like them. Neither do werewolves. We'll build a path with them, chase the two wolves into the school. Pair up for safety and take enough emitters with you."

"Jackson with Isaac, Scott with me, Peter with Chris. Allison, wait in the car", ordered Derek with a growl. "You already messed up enough for one night. I'm sure Chris prefers you safe here too."

Chris cocked one eyebrow, staring at his daughter, who looked away guilty. "Do as he says."

He'd never thought he'd see the day he would agree with the Hale Alpha on something concerning his daughter. He should have taken into account that Allison wasn't good at listening though...

/break\

Stiles was slumped on the Alpha chair, listening to the faint bicker between Erica and Lydia. Danny was at his laptop, doing... well, Danny-stuff, he supposed. Hacking the Pentagon, or something along the way. Maybe downloading porn. Stiles snorted at that. Somehow, that didn't sound much like Danny. He was pulled out of his musings by the ringing of his cellphone. MELISSA.

"Hello?", asked Stiles confused, listening to what Scott's mother had to say.

Danny looked up from his laptop, observing Stiles curiously, noting the frown on Stiles' face when he hung up. "Stiles? Is everything alright? Who was on the phone?"

"Melissa – McCall, Scott's mother", replied Stiles. "She wants me to come to the hospital."

Danny mirrored his frowned and looked around. This was their den, it was safe. Relatively safe. As safe as any place in Beacon Hills could be, he supposed. Erica was nearly up to full health by now.

"Lydia, you stay here with Erica. Stiles, let's go", stated Danny determined. "If she wants to talk to you, not to Scott, it must be something weird or urgent or both, right? So let's go. Maybe it's something that will help us with Boyd and... Cora was it, right?"

"Yes", nodded Stiles – to all of it – and stood. "Erica, Lydia, stay safe. We'll be back soon...ish."

Danny grinned amused as he followed Stiles out to the Jeep. They drove in silence. Too much had happened this day, too many thoughts were running through both their heads to really focus on idle smalltalk. The return of supposedly dead Cora Hale, freeing Boyd, having both on the loose and crazy, finding a dead body after Lydia has a mental breakdown (which continued afterward, mind you). Stiles heaved a sigh when he exited the car, followed by Danny. They waited for Melissa, who lead them to the morgue and showed them a body. The body, as Danny pointed out. The body Lydia had found. It was a gruesome sign and Danny looked a little sick – which was adorable.

"The strange thing, the reason why I called you, Stiles, because when it comes to strange things, you seem to be the go-to guy these days. Also, I couldn't reach Scott. Where is that boy?"

"In the woods. Uhm, wolfish midnight hike with Derek and the pack", offered Stiles, to which Melissa just glared at Danny suspiciously. "Oh, he's not much for hiking. We were having a tea party with Lydia when you called, you see. Now, uhm, strange thing? Aside from dead body?"

"Right", nodded Melissa, showing them three things on the body. "There are three causes of death. Someone strangled him with a piece of cord or something, for one. He has bled out, through the cut on his throat, and then there is the blow to the head, right here. That is the biggest overkill I have ever seen. Someone really wanted to see this boy dead."

"Okay, that is a little strange", nodded Stiles with a frown, patting Danny's back. "That's not really a werewolfy way of killing, especially not for two crazy and berserk werewolves."

"Exactly what I thought. Now, the weird thing...", interrupted Melissa, clearing her throat.

"Wait, this killed-three-times-thing wasn't the weird thing?", questioned Stiles and made a face.

"No. The weird thing is that we have a second victim with the exact same course of death."

Melissa walked over to a second examination table, uncovering a second body. A blonde girl. This time, it was Stiles who turned away, green around his nose. Danny frowned, one arm around him.

"That's... a friend of Stiles'", whispered Danny softly. "We met her at a party. Her birthday party."

/break\

In the end, Chris was actually relieved that Allison hadn't listened to him. Not that she wouldn't be grounded for at least a week, but her waiting on the rooftop of the school to shoot flash bang arrows near Boyd and Cora when they tried to find a way around the school instead of running inside. The flashes disturbed them, confused them and frightened them into fleeing into the only direction left. Inside the school. Chris stood at the edge of the forest with Peter, observing how Isaac, Scott, Jackson and Derek went inside the school, following the two wild wolves.

"My, isn't that romantic?", chuckled Peter, tilting his head. "The soft glow of fireflies surrounding us on a beautiful night of a full moon, just you and me... Doesn't it remind you of the old days?"

Chris blushed, the very faintest bit. Somehow he had thought Peter had forgotten. Due to the trauma, the years immobilized. Somehow he had hoped Peter had forgotten. Somehow he had tried to forget, because now with the knowledge that his sister had killed Peter's family, he didn't know anymore. He didn't know what to feel aside from guilt and pain.

"Not entirely. We've never had fireflies in Beacon Hills. At least none that glowed", stated Chris.

He frowned as he watched the fireflies that surrounded him and Peter.

/break\

Derek glared, his eyes flashing when he caught the scent of a human inside the boiler room. The exact same boiler room they had just locked Boyd and Cora in after chasing them down here. He cursed beneath his breath, what kind of human was possibly ridiculous enough to spend a night in the school's boiler room? He turned to look at his three exhausted Betas. Wait, two exhausted Betas, and Scott. Though Scott proved to be there, like a part of the pack, offered help and actually worked with them instead of against them. Still, whoever was inside that boiler room obviously was a teacher of sorts so chances were high they'd recognize Isaac, Jackson or Scott and glowing eyes and fangs were something hard to explain. Growling slightly, he opened the door.

"There's someone else inside. I'll go in. Lock it behind me", ordered Derek, eyes flashing red.

"What if they kill you, or you have to kill them", pointed Jackson out with a frown.

Jackson and Isaac exchanging a reluctant look. Scott did it, in the end. The irony. He sighed before turning to the two angry werewolves and the frightened woman between them. Never had he met someone who screamed Damsel in Distress as much as the 'shocked' brunette that had been dumb enough to spend a night in the boiler room of a school in Beacon Hills, for crying out loud, everybody knew this town was screwed up, one would assume the humans would have learned to stay inside on the full moon, or at least away from abandoned, dark boiler rooms. Derek glared annoyed at the still screeching woman while holding down Boyd and Cora as best as he could. They slashed at him, growled and hissed and clawed and by the time the sun rose, he was a bloody mess. He looked over at Cora and Boyd, both laying unconscious on the ground. The door opened and the three Betas entered again, looking concerned. Derek took a shaking breath as Jackson helped him up and supported him, Isaac went for Cora and Scott did his best to transport Boyd.

"Who was stuck in here?", whispered Isaac worried.

"Teacher", replied Derek. "But she hid, pretty fast. Any luck and she didn't see me at all. At any rate, she can't see you down here, she'd ask questions. Or me, in a state like that. It's better we go and hope she thinks she fell asleep and had a bad dream. Or something like that."

/break\

Danny and Stiles had been pacing the morgue for a while, trying to see a connection between the victims. Both teenagers. But opposite genders. It looked like a ritual murderer.

"What else? What else? What else?", growled Stiles annoyed. "Heather was a good girl, she was my friend. She didn't deserve to die. On her birthday! And the last thing I did was humiliate her by turning her down when she wanted me to take her virginity!"

"Wait. Virginity?", repeated Danny with a frown. "The guy, he was wearing a purity ring."

"So... We got two virgins, killed in a ritual-like manner", muttered Stiles thoughtful. "Were there any others? Any other bodies? Or missing people? Anything?"

He stared at Melissa waiting for an answer. She looked uncomfortable and confused, but in the end led them to Caitlin, a girl whose girlfriend had disappeared earlier this night. So, asking about the virginity of the missing girlfriend was not the most polite thing Stiles ever did, but it saved time. And confirmed his suspicion. They had two dead virgins, a third missing. Sounded an awful lot like a sacrificial ritual murderer. A trinity of death. He gritted his teeth. This was no good.

/break\

Derek was laying on his bed, more or less. His knees were bend, hanging over the edge of the bed. It was as far as he had managed to crawl into his bed. This day had been exhausting. And confusing. And he disliked that Danny and Stiles had just gone away without his permission. But Isaac had dropped in and told him that Danny had called. They were on the way. Derek was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the last pack members to return. The door cracked open.

"Derek?", whispered Stiles' voice. "We're back. So, uhm, update. Peter is reading books on insects – I'm not entirely sure why. Erica is with Boyd. Isaac is with... Cora. Danny, Jackson and Lydia left, they should at least pretend that they hadn't spend the night out. Danny and I, we were in the hospital. Good news is: The dead body; not a victim of Body or Cora. Bad news however; it looks like a Threefold Death sacrifice. We got two dead virgins, a third one missing."

Derek grunted in reply. Stiles walked up to him and collapsed next to him, also staring at the ceiling. They stayed in silence for a moment. Maybe more than a moment. Maybe a small eternity.

"So... Weird night, huh?", started Stiles awkwardly. "Your sister, back from the dead. Some crazy dude walking around, sacrificing virgins. Lydia having visions – right, didn't tell you about that yet. So, the thing is, Lydia woke up, in the middle of the night, drove out to the drugstore, ended up at the pool with a dead body. No memories of getting there. New kind of crazy, huh? The last time she lost control over herself like that was when Peter used her to be brought back from the dead. So... any more relatives of you who want to come back from the dead? Or maybe that's linked with the sacrifices, like they need that and Lydia to bring back... whatever... How did your sister come back anyway? Road along with Peter back then, or what?"

He expected a 'Shut up, Stiles', or a growl, or a threat. But all he got was a shrug and a sigh.

"I don't know", muttered Derek, shaking his head. "They weren't quite talkative. Not as talkative as you, at least. One of your teachers saw them. Me. Not sure what she saw. Human sacrifices?"

"Yup", nodded Stiles, popping the 'p'. "What... do you think? About all of this? Your sister?"

"Peter said the Alpha of Alphas wants me in his pack, but for that I need to kill my pack", stated Derek monotonously. "He made them feral to force me into killing them."

"And they tracked down your sister because by definition, she's still part of the Hale Pack and became, on the long run, your Beta too? So all members of the Hale Pack are here?", concluded Stiles thoughtful. "Still leaves the questions how she lived, where she was and how the freaking Alpha Pack knew about her and how to find her. Hopefully, she'll provide some answers when she wakes up again, mh? For now... Wow. You got another family member. Not just Peter the Creeper."

Derek laughed softly at the name and shook his head. "Yes, it... seems that way."

"Wow", repeated Stiles, his voice soft.

They fell back into silence, good silence. Safe silence. Everyone was safe. Stiles turned onto his side to look at Derek, one arm folded under the side of his head for comfort.

"That was one hell of a night and I know you probably have the urge to rip my throat out at the end of this sentence, but... I'm proud of you", whispered Stiles with a small grin. "You worked together with hunters. You saved lives. Especially so those of Boyd and Cora. You freed Boyd. And found your sister. You've become one hell of an Alpha, sourwolf. And I'm proud to be part of your pack. If those Alpha-idiots really think you'd kill your pack, they're sourly mistaken and they'll regret it."

Derek too turned, to face Stiles. A small smile on his face at his mate's faith. That was how they fell asleep, after a long night without rest. Later, when Isaac checked on them, he found them with Derek's arms wrapped securely around Stiles' waist. He grinned and closed the door again.


Author's note: Next chapter will have the first confrontation between Deucalion and Derek. Also, Stiles will learn about Ethan's true nature. And so will the rest of the pack. Let's watch out for Stiles' mental melt-down at THAT realization! I feel bad for him, actually... Oh, right. And some Cora/Derek awkwardness, though I'm not sure how to go there since Jeff hasn't given us ANYTHING aside from Mexico, concerning Cora's past. Se-ri-ous-ly! -_-