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Scott, Derek, Cora, and Isaac were all sitting in Derek's loft, talking quietly. Scott looked at the older man in disbelief. "You want to be in my pack?"

"If you'll have us." Cora added quickly.

"The more pack members, the stronger the pack." Derek added, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

Scott thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons before finally answering with a certainty in his voice. "Yes."

Derek and Cora both let out a sigh of relief and relaxed. They soon tensed up as a roar full of hate, pain and sorrow rang through the air. The raw emotion it contained tore at the werewolves' ears, making them clamp their hands over the sides of their heads. When the howl finally ceased, they all looked at each other with a mix of confusion and fear. Isaac spoke first, his voice quacking slightly, "What the hell was that?"

"Deucalion." Cora answered softly, recognizing the howl from her time as his captive.

"Your right. But something's wrong." Derek added, just as softly, his face twisted slightly In confusion.

Scott's eyes suddenly widened as a terrible thought came to him, "Stiles."

"What about him?" Cora asked as Scott dug into his pocket to retrieve his phone, worry in her eyes.

"Stiles is with Deucalion!" The young alpha shouted, his voice cracking in panic. With shaking hands, he dialed his best friend's number.

"Why is Stiles with Deucalion?" Isaac asked, him and the rest of the werewolves crowding closer to Scott as the phone against his ear rang. Scott didn't answer, waiting quietly as the ringing continued. Finally there was the familiar click of the phone being answered on the other line.

Scott smiled with relief and said, "Stiles, dude, thank God. Are you still with Deucalion?"

"No." a tear choked voice answered; a voice that didn't belong to Stiles but to Deucalion. The older man continued with a shaking, yet angry voice, "He's gone Scott. Stiles is gone."
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When Scott and the rest of the gang, including the twins, arrived at the Stilinski house, the sheriff was already home. Thunderous yells float outside from Stiles' broken window. The pack quickly ran into the house and up the stairs. When they entered the teen's room, they saw it was a wreck.

The bed was pushed to the other side of the room, part of it's frame broken off. The window was busted completely out, leaving large chunks of glass on the floor. Claw marks showed clear on the walls and the floor, some human and some wolf. Scott flinched at the thought of his best friend digging his nails into the hard wood floor as he was drug away.

Deucalion and the sherif stood in the middle of the wreckage, both were shouting. John was grabbing the front of the werewolf'a shirt as he yelled, "Where the hell is my son? What did you do?"

"Why don't you ask them. Their psychotic uncle is the one who took him." Deucalion spat out, pointing a pointing a finger at Derek and Cora, who stared back with questioning looks.

"What do you mean?" Derek questioned, growing angry at the man's accusing tone.

"I mean Peter busted through the window, locked me in the bathroom and took Stiles!" Deucalion growled, red seeping into his eyes. Breathing heavily, he turned abruptly and sent his fist crashing into the nearest wall. Letting out angry growls, he hit the wall again and again until there was a hole in the plaster. The twins rushed toward their old alpha, each of them grabbing an arm.

"You need to calm down." Aiden hissed in his ear. Deucalion jerked himself free of the twins' grip.

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" he roared, looking like he was ready to slash the twins open.

Scott stepped forward, raising his voice to be heard, "Why don't all of you calm down and tell us what the hell happened? Beginning with why you kissed Stiles!"

The room silenced as John's face grew red. Glaring at Deucalion, he bellowed, "You kissed my son? You disgusting bastard! He's only seventeen years old! What could possibly posses you to-"

"I kissed him because I love him!" the other man shot back. Everyone was taken aback by those words.

"Do you even know what love is?" John asked bitterly. Deucalion looked heartbroken.

"Do you think I understand this? I had no control over this!" he spat out. A realization hit some of the wolves.

"He's your mate." Derek said quietly, voicing their suspicions. The room became deathly quiet as those words settled over them. Lydia and John looked confused.

"What does that mean? What's a mate?" The sherif asked, looking between Deucalion and Derek.

"You know how wolves mate for life? Well, so do werewolves." Derek explained. John's eyes widened as he continued, "We can't control who our mate is and we can't choose them. The wolf side of us does."

"I didn't choose this, John. But that doesn't mean I'm going to be ashamed of it." Deucalion told the sherif sincerely. The other man stared blankly at him. "I love your son. And I'm going to find him and bring him back. I promise."

John was quiet for a long while. Deucalion could still see the distrust and suspicion in his eyes. However, he sighed in defeat and sat on the broken bed. He placed his head in his hands and whispered, "Please, just find him. Find my son."

Deucalion nodded and turned to the door. It would be hard to catch a scent in the storm but he had to try. The sudden ringing of a phone made him freeze in his spot. Derek scowled in confusion and quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket. His face fell when he looked at the caller I.D. "It's Peter."

An erie hush fell over he room as the dial tone rang on. John quickly stood. With his chin stuck out, he firmly said, "Answer it."

Derek took a deep breath and pushed to answer button.

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