Logan stood outside the animal clinic, his hands shaking at his sides. His sister was inside, being treated by Doctor Deaton while Derek was being looked at by Marin Morrell, Deaton's sister. Scott, Malia, Kira, and a few of Riley's pack were being looked at by Riley's emissary, Evan, and it looked as though they were all going to be fine, but neither Kayla nor Derek seemed like they were going to make it.

As Logan stood there, trying desperately to calm himself down, knowing that he was just half a step away from turning, Riley suddenly burst through the back door of the clinic, looking around wildly. When he saw Logan, he relaxed.

"Thank God," the now thirty-year-old alpha let out a sigh of relief. "I thought you ran off or something."

At the sight of him, Logan lost it. His eyes flared yellow, and in a split second, he'd turned, his teeth and nails sharpening to deadly points as he launched himself at Riley, grabbing the alpha and throwing him into the brick wall of the clinic. The werewolf's body made a small divot in the stone, and Logan pinned him there, fury in his golden eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here, Riley?" Logan snarled. "You said you never wanted to see us again. You said that if you ever did see us, you'd kill us. So what the hell are you doing here?"

Riley was not in the mood for Logan's outbursts, and, with his eyes glowing red, he grabbed Logan's arms and forced him to release his hold on him. Logan whimpered, fighting against him with no success.

"Teenagers," Riley scoffed. "What is it with you? I just saved your life, if you didn't notice; the least you could do is say 'thank you'. You don't seem to remember who you should be angry at, kid. I'm not the one who tried to kill you."

"This time," Logan conceded with a growl. "If you want to call yourself a savior, then tell me where the hell you were when my sister was getting shot! If you were going to come, you should have done it sooner! You should have either saved us both, or let him kill us both. But no. You let her get shot. I...I let her get shot...And now, she's probably going to die, and I'm going to have to keep going without her. I was going to push her out of the way. When Tommy and Ben were getting ready to shoot us, I took her hand. I was going to push her out of the way. I already talked to Scott and the others about it; they were going to take her and run."

"Look, kid," Riley pushed him back gently and released him, blinking his eyes back to their normal brown color. "I'm sorry I didn't get to Kayla in time; we were busy slashing all of your old buddies' tires to they couldn't follow us once we got you out."

"What are you doing here, Riley?" Logan asked wearily, his eyes, teeth, and claws going back to normal as hopelessness crept into his voice.

"I've been keeping tabs on you," Riley admitted, folding his arms and shifting his feet.

Logan scoffed, finding the idea hilarious. "Why?"

"Look, Logan, what I did to Kayla that night..." guilt crept into the alpha's eyes, and he cleared his throat before he continued. "It was wrong. I was grieving, and I wanted revenge, and...and when I heard about your camping trip, I...Anyway, the next day, I realized what I'd done to you when your father came to my door and begged me to let him see you."

"What?" Logan gawked at him, disbelief in his expression.

"Yeah," Riley nodded. "I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. He was so incredibly drunk that even if I wasn't a werewolf the smell of his breath would have made me sick. Apparently, he'd already been to the other alphas in the area, and none of them had turned you, so that just left me. He wanted to see you and Kayla. I'd already accepted that you weren't coming back, so I told him that you weren't there and I didn't know what he was talking about. But he insisted. Finally, I gave in and told him you ran. I've never seen a grown man break down as far as your father did right then. Hunter or not, I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He started yelling at me, telling me that I'd killed his children and now I wouldn't let him hug you both one last time before the full moon...I started to realize what I'd done..."

"Good to know you get it," Logan scoffed, shaking his head. "You ruined our lives."

"Yes, and I really do get that now," Riley insisted. "Anyway, I called your dad a cab home, and then my pack and I headed out. We started tracking you and your sister down, keeping tabs on you."

"Yeah, right," Logan laughed bitterly. "And where were you all the other times we were cornered?"

"We were there!" Riley growled, frustrated. "Who do you think triggered the alarm in Tucson so you could escape? Or who threw the flashbulbs in Dallas? Or tipped off the cops in Denver? We've been with you the whole time."

"You told us that if you ever saw us again you'd slit our throats," Logan snapped. About a month after they turned, he and Kayla had tried to make living with Riley and his pack work, deciding that there were clear advantages to having a pack. It only lasted a week and a half.

"I know what I said!" Riley shot back, losing his patience. "I wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind when I said that. Your little team of assassins had just killed my little brother because he was protecting you! I needed someone to blame, and you were right there. It was only after you were gone that I realized I only had myself to blame. So I picked up your trail again. I've been back on your trail since Detroit. The only reason I didn't make contact was because you'd both made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with us anymore."

Logan blinked in surprise. They'd been in Detroit for only two days, only about half a week after they'd left Riley and his pack.

"Look, Logan, I'm sorry that I didn't get to Kayla in time," Riley said sincerely. "But you really should not be just standing out in the open like this right now."

"Well, I can't be in there," Logan's voice shook, and tears threatened to gather behind his eyes. "Not when Kayla...Not while she..."

"She's going to be fine," Riley said dismissively. "She's stubborn. Just like the rest of your family. The Holbrook resilience is infamous among werewolves and hunters alike."

"Yeah, well, stubbornness only goes so far when you get shot with a wolf's bane bullet," Logan said quietly, looking down, a sullen expression on his face.

Riley let out a sigh, then took a step forward, reached out, and clapped a hand down on Logan's shoulder.

"Come on, Kiddo," the older wolf said gently, "we can't hide out here forever."

Logan nodded slowly, and allowed Riley to lead him back inside the animal clinic.

Logan was sitting in the clinic's lobby, his arms resting on his knees, his head hanging over his chest. It had been about two hours since Riley had coaxed him back inside, and now the alpha and his pack were getting checked into a local hotel for the night. Tommy was in the back, trying to get ahold of Ben, but it appeared as though the other boy was ignoring his calls. Most of Scott's pack was still there, except for Kira and Malia, both of whom had angry parents to contend with when they got home. Scott, Stiles, and Argent were in the back with Derek, who was doing better and would likely regain consciousness soon. Kayla, on the other hand, wasn't doing as well. Deaton and Morrell had done all they could; the rest was on Kayla.

"Logan," the young omega looked up when he heard Deaton speak up. The veterinarian was standing in the doorway to the back room, and to Logan's relief, he was smiling.

"Kayla's waking up," Deaton told him. Logan didn't need to hear anything else; he was on his feet in an instant and, as soon as Deaton opened the mountain ash gate, darting into the back room, past the still-unconscious Derek and his pack and finally coming to a stop beside Kayla. His twin sister was shifting on the metal table, her eyes fluttering as she struggled to regain consciousness. When she finally did, she smiled at the sight of her brother.

"Hey," Logan said with a relieved smile.

"Hey," Kayla smiled back. "What happened?"

"You're an idiot; that's what happened," Logan laughed. "Never do that again, understand?"

"I couldn't let Tommy die," Kayla argued, her memories slowly returning. "He would have done the same for us."

"Really?" Logan raised an eyebrow. "Last I remember, he was trying to kill us. Hell, he shot me."

"Don't hold grudges, Logan," Kayla scolded, hesitantly sitting up, wincing at her still-healing wound. "That's ancient history."

"That was two days ago!" Logan argued incredulously.

"Good to see you're feeling better," Scott said with a smile.

"Yeah," Kayla smiled back. "It'll take more than that to kill me. Not much more, but more, nevertheless."

Scott, Stiles, Argent, and Logan all laughed. At that moment, Tommy came in from the dogs' kennel.

"Ben's not answering," he sighed hopelessly. "I've called him at least ten times, I've left messages...I...I'm starting to think he's in trouble."

"I'm sure he's fine," Argent said dismissively. "Your dad's not mad at him, remember?"

"Yeah, I know, but if I'm not there, then he might be..." Tommy said worriedly.

Before anyone could respond, they heard the bell on the front door ring as it opened.

"Funny," Deaton frowned. "I could swear I switched the sign to 'closed'..."

Logan and Kayla immediately tensed, exchanging paranoid glances, but Deaton didn't seem concerned. He simply walked back into the front room, leaving the others behind him.

"Can I help you?" the veterinarian asked the man standing with his back to the counter, reading a 'Lost Dog' flyer on the bulletin board. The man turned to him, and Deaton saw the same jaw line, eye shape, and hair color as Tommy. There was no doubt in the vet's mind that this was Kyle Ryker.

"I hope so," Ryker said with a pleasant smile. "I'm looking for someone, and I think you could help me find them."

"Well, I'd love to help you, but as the sign says, we're closed," Deaton gestured to the sign on the clinic door. "And we won't be open for another four hours."

"Okay, I'll come back later," Ryker conceded with a smile. "But, I'm looking for my son, you see," he took a photo of Tommy out of his wallet and handed it to him, "he ran off, and I'm really worried about him. I said some things that I didn't mean, and...Just, if he comes in, can you tell him that Ben and I are looking for him?"

"Sure," Deaton agreed, handing the photo back. Ryker nodded at him, then turned and headed for the door.

"If you don't mind me asking," Deaton spoke up, stopping the man before he could leave. "Why did you come here? This is an animal clinic, after all; you might be better off going to the police."

"Under normal circumstances, I would do that," Ryker acknowledged. "But these aren't normal circumstances. So if you could tell the alpha Scott McCall to give me back my son, I'd appreciate it. You have a nice day, now."

With these words, Ryker left the clinic, leaving the stunned Doctor Deaton in his wake.

I hope this super long chapter makes up for my extended absence. Sorry I've been a little absent, guys. Gearing up for college. Thank you for your patience and understanding, thank you for reading, and as always, don't forget to review. Love you guys! ~Alyssa