3 weeks later and Peter decided enough was an enough, he couldn't stand by and watch Stiles getting fucked by his ungrateful nephew. His little fox let's Derek fuck him every night it was bad enough that the Sheriff had lived through the crash and his other attempted at same night when he bite him no instead it turns him into a fucking werewolf. He waited for the teen to be at school and he watched Stiles as he walks out with the rest of the newly formed pack talking and chatting with each other. Scott and Isaac seem to have gotten into the teen's jeep and they started off, he growled as he watched Isaac kiss Stiles cheek as he handed the blonde something.

He followed the jeep and decide to take his chance and charged at the slowing down jeep in his wolf form. There was screams from the jeep as he pushed it off the road and down into a ditch, Peter then watched it roll down the ditch until it came to a stop. He smiled as he knelt down and looked at the passed out wolves and fox, it wasn't difficult to get Stiles out of the upturned Jeep. He held the unconscious fox in his arms almost growling at the smell of Derek that seem to be partly embedded into Stiles' skin.

When Scott woke up he found he was hanging upside down, he turned his head to see if he could see Stiles or Isaac, he saw Isaac curled up on the roof of the jeep but he couldn't see Stiles "Stiles!" He called out but heard nothing, as he struggled to get himself free he caught the whiff of Peter on the driver's side of the car "Shit." Scott whispered in panic as he clawed his seatbelt off and moved to look at the curly blonde. He pulled Isaac out and laid him out before he called Derek, a called he was dreading to make.

Stiles woke up his whole body ached as he laid on the mattress "Ah you're a wake." Came the purr, Stiles bolted up right and looked towards Peter "Hello my little fox." Peter smiled. The teen shifted moving himself back up towards the wall and looked at him in fear "I have to say I am very unhappy with you." The wolf smirked as he moved closer to the frighten fox "Spreading your legs for my nephew. How many times and I going to have to drum it into you that you belong to me." He smiled as he stood above him.

He reached out to him but the little fox snarled and lashed out biting Peter on his arm Peter pulled his hand back and hissed before he used his other hand and struck Stiles across the face sending the teen flying to the ground knocking him out again. Peter stood up and waited for his hand to heal but for some reason it wasn't heal quickly it still healed quicker than a human but still it annoyed him enough that he hit Stiles again even tho the teen was passed out, he heard a rib crack and he smirked as he stood up and turned to walk out the room.

Derek pulled up along the road side, he got out of his car along with Chris, and the newly turned werewolf the Sheriff. Derek spotted Scott by Isaac who was still out cold "He's in pain." Scott whined as he looked scared, Chris moved to Isaac and knelt by the curly blonde and touched his face and watched the teen winced

"What happen?" John asked, Scott shook his head as he took Isaac's pain

"Don't know, something hit the car I think it was Peter, it was all a blur. When I woke up Stiles was gone and Isaac was well like this." He said, Derek growled as he making the young beta jump and looked up at him

"I'm sorry." Scott whimpered, John touched Scott's shoulder

"It's not your fault son." John told him as he looked to Derek "Well what now? That nut job has my son." John snarled at the other wolf. Derek stood there and sniffed the air around them, he cocked his head to the side

"He's gone back to the old house." Derek tells them "Scott your coming with us, Chris can look after his mate." He said, Scott frowned and looked from Isaac to Chris and them to Derek

"You're joking right?" He asked

"No, now come on!" Derek growled as he grabbed Scott by the scuff of his neck and dragged him away.

This time when Stiles woke up he felt worse than he felt before, he groaned and held his chest and curled up wincing feeling tears burn his eyes. He kept himself curled up it the only way to stop the pain as he laid there trying to forget about the pain he looked around the bed room, well he thinks it was a bed room. He could smell there was fire and death and pain and it made him shiver and whimper feeling the darkness of the house warp around him. He felt his rib bone start to heal as the bed room door open "Now are we going to be a good little fox?" Peter asked, Stiles sits up wincing as he looked at Peter, the man brought a tray of food over and places it in front of Stiles, the teen just looked at it "Come on now you need to eat to keep your strength up." He purred as he curled his finger under Stiles chin. Stiles snarled at him again bearing his fangs at the older man but that earned him was another hard slap "I see we will have to work on your submission ummm maybe a couple of days of no food will make your behave." He said picking up the tray and walking out the room locking the door behind him.