Chapter 20: Monstrous part 2

Lydia had called Peter and asked him to come down to the station because they needed his help. Naturally, he was difficult but Lydia mentioned that it was to speak with the Benefactor who stole his bearer bonds and suddenly he couldn't leave for the station fast enough.

The Sheriff began to pull away from the others. "Uh, I have to go and make a quick call. I'll be right back." Noah then made his way for the exit that came out into the parking lot. He made his way over to where Rafael was sitting in the car. He opened the door and got out when he caught sight of him. "I take it you heard everything."

Rafael stood and leaned up against the car. "Heard but honestly, I couldn't follow half of it."

"Well, hopefully Peter Hale could get Meredith to tell us how to stop it, if Stiles and the others don't."

"Right, and who exactly is he again?"

"It's a long story. But, right now, I have to get back and see this through. Which is why I have to ask a favor."

Rafael narrowed his eyes. "What?"

Noah made it back inside the station and waited with Lydia and Parrish for another half hour before Peter Hale finally arrived. They took him over to the interrogation room where they put Meredith.

Peter was regarding her with calculating eyes. "Her?" he slurred out. "That's the girl that stole my money?" Honestly, this wasn't what he pictured when he thought of who The Benefactor might be.

"That girl is a banshee," Lydia said in a dull tone. "And more dangerous than you'd think."

Peter kept his eyes on Meredith as she just stared out blankly. "Oh, I think that girl's pilot light went out a long time ago. Sheriff," he said giving the man a look. "Not to question the unquestionably sterling reputation of your department but are you absolutely sure you got the one?"

Noah narrowed his eyes at him. "How about you just go in there and hear what she has to say?"

Parrish then opened the door and showed Peter in. As Peter went to sit across from her, Noah and Lydia stayed outside the room while Parrish stayed inside with the two of them. Meredith just stared at Peter while he stared back with a questionable gleam in his eye.

Finally, Peter cleared his throat. "Okay, Meredith, where's my money? Or, more correctly, what's left of it."

Meredith narrowed her eyes at him. Like something was wrong. She started to slowly reach over at him and touched his face. Peter stiffened as she ran her fingers at his cheek before he suddenly moved and snatched her hand.

Parrish jumped forward as he kept one hand at his holster to pull his gun out at a moment's notice. "Let her go," he told him. But Peter kept his grip. "Let her go," he repeated more heatedly.

Peter didn't let go but he did loosen his hold a bit before calmly lowering their hands to the table. "Why did you do that?"

"They're all gone," she gasped.

Outside, Lydia had been watching them and couldn't understand Meredith's reaction to him. It was like Peter wasn't what Meredith had been expecting. She thought that Meredith had simply heard about Peter as she made her plans to rob the Hale Vault. But what she said made it click. "Oh my god, they have met before," she realized.

Peter looked back at her confused. "What?"

"The burns," she muttered. "They're all gone."

Peter widened his eyes at that. But he shook it away. He wasn't going to get distracted. "Meredith, you put everyone, including my daughter and nephew on a deathlist. Don't you think you owe us the slightest explanation of why?!"

Meredith leaned in. "You said it had to be kept secret." It was like she was trying to remind him.

Peter was taken aback. "I said…I said that to you?"

She nodded. "Yes."

He rolled his eyes. "Meredith, allow me to remind you, we have never met, ever!"

Lydia narrowed her eyes at that. "What is he doing?" she mumbled to the Sheriff.

Noah agreed. To them, it felt like Peter was trying to deflect something away from him.

Meredith shook her head. "You don't remember?"

"No, but, maybe you do."

Instantly, Peter went and pushed Parrish out of his way while Lydia screamed. Noah quickly ran inside but was too late as Peter had grabbed Meredith and thrust his claws into the back of her neck. Parrish quickly got up and drew his gun just as Noah pointed his own gun at Peter who was as still as a statue.

"Stop!" Lydia cried out as she ran to be in front of both of them. "Don't touch them! If you break the bond it could kill both of them."

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Noah grunted as he kept his gun aimed firmly for Peter's head.

Lydia shook her head. "I…I don't know."

Both the Sheriff and Parrish started to lower their guns.

"What the hell's he doing to her?" Parrish spat out.

Noah narrowed his eyes. "Stiles told me about this. He said that Peter did this to him in order to give him his memories of the Hale Fire."

"And they could use it to see memories too," Lydia muttered.

She kept her eyes on the both of them. As they stayed so still, she let herself just look at them. Meredith suddenly gasped and her eyes widened but she didn't move, and neither did Peter. Lydia's ears started picking up a sound that was like a distant echo. It sounded like people talking from far away. But then Meredith's lips began moving and she was speaking in a hushed tone.

"She's saying something," Noah said as they got closer.

"Yeah but I can't make it out." Parrish then looked at Lydia. "Can you understand what she's saying?"

Lydia got closer as she focused. She then nodded. "I can. She…was in the hospital. The same hospital."

"Same as who?" asked Parrish.

"Peter. It was right after the fire. Meredith was in the hospital bed right next to Peter…and she could hear it."

"Hear what?" asked Noah.

"Everything." Lydia's eyes stared out unblinkingly. She was watching the two of them in front of her, but it was like she could also see them together in the hospital. "She was hearing every thought in his head. Like they somehow found the same wave length. It was like every thought in his head was flowing right into hers."

"For how long?" asked Parrish.

"Weeks, maybe even months. It was almost like he was standing right over her bed talking about the fire. About getting revenge."

Parrish straightened up a bit. "Revenge? How?"

Lydia shook her head as she kept a blank look. "He was angry. Angry at his sister Talia. He started blabbering non-stop how she didn't see what was coming for them, their family, their pack, but he did. He saw that the hunters would burn them to the ground but his sister didn't listen to him, no one listened to him. He thinks she made them all weak and helpless. Then…he started talking about starting over. Starting everything in this town over with all the supernaturals, and not just werewolves. Every supernatural, he would get rid of them and…re-make Beacon Hills. Then he started saying that he wouldn't do it himself, but…hire people," she gasped out the last part. That made both Noah and Parrish share a horrified look. "Oh my god." The next moment, Peter's grip faltered and he started to stumble back and Parrish ran to catch Meredith before she could fall unconsciously to the floor. Noah quickly pulled his gun back on Peter as he fell to the floor. "It was you." Lydia glared at him. "It was your idea and you don't even remember."

Peter looked from her right up to the fierce glare that Noah had as he tightly held the gun. This finally explained why Peter had been the only supernatural that seemed to be omitted from the Deadpool. It was because it was all by his own design. Meredith had only been following the plan that he had put into her head. By all accounts, Peter was the Benefactor all along. Everyone who had died, everyone who was in danger, it was all because of him.

"Are you kidding me," he muttered as he could see that the Sheriff would like nothing more than to shoot him right then and there.

"Hands where I can see them," he said mercilessly.

"How the hell was I supposed to remember any of that?" he said trying to explain himself.

But the Sheriff silently insisted for him to get on his feet and Peter quickly did before the man decided to shoot him.

"She got it from you," Lydia hissed.

"I was out of my mind. Do you know what its like for one of us to be in a coma? You try not going crazy."

But the room was unsympathetic.

"She was listening to you," said Parrish.

"She was listening to the ranting and raving of a lunatic." Peter then realized that wasn't going to help him with anyone. "A former lunatic," he quickly corrected. "I'm much healthier now." That only made the Sheriff raise his gun higher at him. Peter knew the man was taking this very personally. "I had nothing to do with this."

"If she was following your lead on this, how do we know there isn't more. After all, it wouldn't be the first time that you used a girl by getting into her head."

Peter spared a moment to look over at Lydia who was glaring at him. "Stealing my own money? Really?'

"You were going to use it anyway," Noah hissed. "If not now then later."

"Sheriff, stop!" Lydia muttered to him. "This is just like what happened before, remember?" She was trying to remind him of the last time that someone was manipulating them into turning on each other. "Look around, we still have three people on the Deadpool here. Me, Parrish and Meredith, even if she's not worth anything anymore."

"But not him," Parrish spat out.

But Noah didn't change his poise. "The only person I'm pointing a gun at is you."

Peter then smirked at him. "Then you better make sure you get the perfect shot because I don't go down easy."

Noah raised his gun higher until it was between his eyes. "I'm willing to bet. I know for a fact that a bullet between the eyes doesn't heal so well. Even for you."

"Stop it," Lydia muttered.

But no one listened to her.

"This department is getting more corrupt by the second. No wonder there are homicidal deputies with a Sheriff like you. I mean, what are you even going to charge me with Sheriff? How are you going to explain this to a judge? Telepathic girl overhears thoughts of comatose werewolf and decides to enact his plans for retribution? They're going to be pointing a gun to your head, asking you to go quietly."

Noah pressed the gun closer until the barrel was pressing hard into the skin of his head. "Funny, because last I checked, you can't legally kill someone that already died once," he spat.

Peter now smiled. "Ooh, now I finally know where Stiles got that monstrous streak from. I know I didn't give it to him, sadly."

That made Noah pull the safety pin. But Lydia moved to put a calmly hand on his shoulder.

"Let him go," she said gently. "You have to let him go."

"I'd take the word of a banshee Sheriff," Peter mocked.

But Lydia glared at him. "He should, for your sake," she said at him. She then looked over at the Sheriff. "He's not worth it."

Noah grit his teeth but dropped the gun. Peter then moved but Noah stopped him. "That's twice Peter. And I'm warning you, if not me, then my son, are not going to let there be a third."

Peter glared at him before looking at the others. Meredith was looking at him wide eyed while both Lydia and Parrish were looking at him coldly. He then moved to leave.

Meredith quickly leapt up to go after him but Parrish grabbed her and held her back. "No, it's not finished!" she cried. "It's not finished!"

Stiles, Malia, Liam and Mr. Tate were inside the study at the lake house. Stiles and Malia were sitting in front of the record player as it was running while Henry was looking through the shelves and tables there.

"What are we supposed to be looking for exactly?" Henry asked them. "Because I don't see anything here that could help us find what we need."

Stiles let out a heated sigh. "He's right." He then got up and shook his head. "We're wasting our time. This room wasn't even made for us. We need someone like Lydia or Meredith. All we're doing is sitting in this room and listening to a record player that doesn't even play anything. Right now, it might be better for us to be with Scott, Satomi and the others." He then turned the player off. "Let's go." Stiles walked a few paces but froze. His eyes narrowed as he heard the scratching again. "Malia, why'd you turn it back on?"

"I didn't."

Stiles turned and saw that it was still off. "What?" He started to step closer. "You hear that?" he asked her. She nodded.

Henry looked at the two of them. "What is it kids?"

"Uh, we can still hear it," Malia told her dad. "We can still hear it spinning."

Henry came over to see that the player was completely still. "How? It's not on."

"Then we're hearing something else," Stiles mumbled.

"Yeah, something spinning." Malia then got up and looked over at the wall. "It's coming from here."

Stiles looked over and noticed that there was a wire from the player and it was leading into the wall, but there was no outlet. It was like it was running into it. He gave it a yank and made a small tear in the wall and the sound got louder. There was something back there. He shared a look with Malia and they nodded together. They stood side by side as they both went and thrust their hands into the wall to find that it was hollow. They pulled on the plaster and thin sheet rock and revealed machines on the opposite side.

"God," Henry muttered as he gazed at them.

"What is this?" Malia asked.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at it. "The Deadpool." Stiles quickly moved to catch Malia as she was going to punch it. "Whoa," he said pulling her back. "We can't just smash it to pieces. If this thing is being used to disseminate the list then it's probably going to keep going until everyone is dead."

"Then what do we do?" she asked him.

Stiles shook his head. "We need some kind of prompt, or command or something."

Malia started to approach but she shook her head when Stiles thought she was going to try smashing it again. She pointed to where there was some kind of small keyhole at the top. "What about a key?"

Everyone at the warehouse was high on alert. Night was falling and they would soon be in the danger timeline. Brett was holding onto his sister's hand as she tried hard to not go into a breakdown. A few of the others were curled up in corners, trying not to flinch at every little sound while others were pacing and their eyes narrowed in alert. Scott was watching them all. He hoped that Stiles and the others could find and stop the Deadpool quickly. If this dragged on, things would only get worse.

Argent went over to Scott after he had finished his sweep. "Okay, I've placed sensors and alarms at all the entrances. The moment anyone comes in, we'll know where and when."

"Good. Thank you," he said gratefully.

Argent nodded before he looked over at the group of werewolves around him. Some of them were narrowing their eyes at him or seemed to be trying not to look at him.

Scott followed his field of vision and saw how everyone was regarding him. "I'm sorry. I've tried to tell them that you're here to help-"

But he shook his head. "It's alright Scott." He wasn't surprised. It was only natural instinct. Werewolves had to be alert and on guard with a hunter close by. The only werewolf he had ever known that wasn't that way was Scott. He waved his hand to him. "Don't worry about it." But as he waved his hand off, he flinched a bit. He then went off to where he kept his things.

Scott was then left on his own and he decided to send a quick call to his mother. He wanted to talk to her, just in case. "I'll be okay mom. I'm not alone here. I promise I'll be careful. Don't worry, you'll see me at home later." He then hung up and let out a deep breath.

Kira came over to him and moved her hand to his shoulder. "It'll be okay. Stiles and Lydia are going to find the Deadpool and stop it. They won't let us down, you know that, right?"

He went and laid his hand over hers. "Yeah," he mumbled.

But then Kira narrowed her eyes. "Uh, speaking of Stiles, what's going on with you two?"

Scott blinked at her. "What do you mean?"

"Back at the clinic, what were you two arguing about? Sounded like it had something to do with Liam."

He let out a heated sigh. "It's nothing."

"Scott, that wasn't nothing. It looked like you two were almost about to start going at each other back there." He turned to look away from her. She could see the hurt in Scott's face. "What's going on? Tell me," she asked him gently as she moved her hand from his shoulder to rub at his back.

Scott went and rubbed at his bottom lip. "I found out that Stiles has been training Liam. For a while now."

Kira shook her head. "Oh?" She didn't see the problem. "Isn't that good? I mean, from what you've all told me, he's a good teacher."

"He is." Scott wasn't arguing that. It was thanks to Stiles that Liam had found his anchor, just like he had helped Scott find his last year. He was grateful that Liam was able to get some kind of handle on this. "It looks like he's learning a lot."

She shrugged. "Okay, so then why were you mad at him?"

Scott narrowed his eyes a bit but they softened when he looked into Kira's concerned eyes. "I wanted Liam to be far from all this. To be safe and not have to think about psycho shapeshifters or armed assassins wanting to kill him. Or to have to be worried that he'll lash out at every person he meets because he doesn't keep his anger in check. To be normal."

"Normal? Scott…he's a werewolf." She had said that as if it wasn't clear to him already.

Scott tried very hard not to laugh at that but did manage to smile. "I know. I know. Liam actually asked me if I could help him learn. I guess I wanted him to stay as normal as possible for as long as possible so I just kept putting it off. And Stiles tells me that Liam went to him and asked if he could help him learn instead. I don't know, I guess that it feels like he was going behind my back or something."

"I'm sure Stiles wasn't trying to do that Scott. With everything going on, I sure that he just never got around to mentioning it."

"I guess," he said tirelessly. "Maybe you're right."

Kira nodded before she lowered her gaze a bit. "Is that all?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is that the only thing going on with the two of you? You not knowing him teaching Liam?"

Scott was silent for a second before he shrugged. "Yeah. It's just like you said, with all the stress from these assassins, and our parents' bills…it's starting to really get to us. It's not really getting better, for either of them."

"Oh, it will. I know it will," she said rubbing at his back.

"Right now, it's hard, to see them struggling like that. And we can't do anything. But maybe you're right and it'll get better."

She smiled but it fell when Scott turned away a bit. Kira wasn't entirely convinced that Scott had told her everything. She wasn't blind. She had noticed that this thing between Scott and Stiles seemed to be brewing for a good while now. Sure, it looked like everything was normal with the two of them on the outside but when you scratch the surface, you could feel more was going on. Like how Scott and Stiles were with each other when they were in Mexico. Or in the Hale Vault. They seemed quick to snipe at each other or close to coming to blows and what was causing it was more than simple stress. She had a feeling what it might really be about. Earlier, she had told Stiles that what happened to her mother wasn't his fault. He clearly blamed for what happened to her mother losing her tails on himself. She meant what she said. Neither she nor her mother or her father thought that was Stiles' fault. But her mother losing her tails wasn't the only thing that had happened when he was possessed. She hoped that neither of them were feeling the opposite was true for that one.

Scott closed his eyes as he breathed out heatedly from his nose before opening his eyes again. He just kept his gaze opposite from her. Scott didn't want to admit it but Stiles might have been right about him leaving Liam. Scott wanted to make Liam happy so he just took him home to keep him away from this but looking back, he could see that was stupid of him to do. Liam was worth more than Satomi and the others which painted a giant target on his back and he left him to fend for himself. He hadn't seen it but Stiles had caught it right away. That led him to think about how Liam had gone to Stiles to train him. That move he did to disarm Haigh, Scott knew that Liam couldn't have just picked it up on his own. When Stiles' father had made that comment about Stiles' lessons, he realized where Liam learned that technique and Liam had seemed happy both with it and himself. Scott then started to feel an expected sense of theft coming over him. Suddenly he saw the image of Liam running off with Stiles again. A Stiles with red eyes and his own red eyes started to flare a bit. But then he blinked and tried to shake it all out of his head.

Satomi was off to the side and had been listening in. She had tuned in on Scott and Kira's conversation. It was clear to her that there was more going on than the young Alpha had shared. It was more than a simple misconception of a situation or stress. She caught how his eyes flared in what was in response to an emotional internal moment. Her instincts could see that there was deep conflict stirring in him. Conflict that had fed into the exchange she had seen back at the animal clinic. She then looked over to where Chris Argent was setting himself up. The man was wrapping some gauze over his arm.

"I didn't think I had hurt you that badly," she said as she came to him. "Or that my blade had touched you there."

He shook his head. "No, it's an old injury," he explained away.

Chris was applying the gauze around his arm and making sure it was tight. Over where the scars from Stiles' claws were. During his time away, he had been noticing some growing stiffness in his arm and there was starting to be flashes of pain. He had it checked out and learned that there was some nerve damage from where Stiles had cut into and tore a good degree of muscle and it hadn't properly healed. The more stress he put on his arm then the worse it would get. The last few weeks, he'd been taxing himself and his latest move in attacking that hunting outpost didn't help matters. When Satomi's knife had grazed him, it didn't touch his arm but the sensation made by it had traveled down to his arm and made him cringe. It was getting more sensitive so he had to keep some pressure on it to stem the pain away but he knew it was only a temporary fix.

"I wonder who caused it," she said to him in a tone that implied that she knew. She also sounded scolding.

He narrowed his eyes a bit. "You know, I do remember meeting you but you weren't a Buddhist back then." He sounded scolding himself.

"And you weren't protecting werewolves," she said back. "You were hunting them."

"Three things can not long be hidden. The sun, the moon, the truth. What exactly does that mean?"

"The truth can not stay hidden."

He tried not to roll his eyes. "I know what the saying means. What does it mean for you?"

Her face softened a bit. "The truth for me, is that we, my kind, are violent creatures. Who, eventually, will not be able to control their violent impulses. The mantra helps us subdue our nature."

"But you're still violent creatures," he pointed out.

She then looked pointedly at him. "And, you're still a destroyer of packs."

But then a beeping sounded that cut their conversation short. It made everyone stiffen as they looked over to where it was sounding.

"They're coming," said Chris.

Immediately, Stiles went and called Lydia and was holding his phone to it so she could get a good look. "You see it, there's got to be a way to turn it off, right?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything about computers from the 1970's."

At Lydia's statement, Stiles turned and looked over at Henry.

He narrowed his eyes at him. "I'm not that old," he said indignantly. Stiles then turned to look back at the computer while Henry went over and leaned in close to Malia. "Your boyfriend is a real comedian," he told her dryly.

"Yeah, I think so too." Malia nodded, not knowing her father was being sarcastic.

Outside, Liam was pacing around near the front porch. Stiles had told him to keep a lookout for them. He was letting his enhanced hearing reach out as he listened in on what they were all doing and saying inside. He found himself growing a little bored so he decided to pass the time by letting his senses reach out into the night. He sniffed the air and could smell the wet grass from when it rained last night to the misty after smell coming from the lake nearby. He then let the gold from his eyes shine a bit as everything around in the distance started looking clearer and sharper, even in the dim moonlight. He could see a small owl perched in a tree a couple of yards off to his left, its own golden eyes were staring right at him. He let a small growl loose from his throat as his eyes burned brighter and the bird hooted and then flew off. Liam couldn't resist letting a small satisfied smirk loose. But his smirk fell when his ears started picking up the sound of cars, and they were heading their way. He then started to hear voices.

"We're almost there. Is everyone clear? Don't let any of them get away," an authoritarian voice ordered. "Remember, shoot to kill all except for Target 2. Just bring him down. The kill for that one is mine."

"Equal shares, right?" asked one of them pointedly.

"Of course," the first one grunted.

Just then, Liam heard some clicks of a few guns and gasped himself out of it. He quickly then ran inside the house and threw himself up the stairs. "Guys!" he hollered as he came into the study to see Stiles, Malia and Mr. Tate looking at a machine stuck in the wall.

"What's wrong Liam?"

Liam started talking fast and panicked. "People are coming. I can hear them. I think it's assassins."

Stiles stepped out of the room and headed over to the nearest window and focused. He started to hear them. Cars and they seemed less than a minute away. "He's right." At that, Henry cocked his shotgun and moved to head downstairs. Malia moved to follow after him. Stiles looked back at the phone to Lydia's worried face. "Lydia, we need something, now."

"Okay, but I need a minute to think."

"Well, I don't think we have that long." He looked out the window and his eyes made out headlights of two approaching cars. "Yeah, definitely not." He then looked over at Liam who was backed into the wall and his face was pale in terror. "Liam," he said going over to him. "Here." He handed him the phone. "Stay in the study and help Lydia find a way to stop the Deadpool."

"What am I supposed to do?" he cried.

"Just do what she says. Okay?" And with that, Stiles quickly took Liam by the shoulders and pushed him into the study. He then closed the door behind him as he ran off for the ground floor where he saw that Malia was helping her father push a couch in front of one window for cover.

The two vans pulled up to the front of the lake house where a total of nine men stepped out of them. They gathered at the back of the vans and quickly armed themselves with guns and crossbows. Their leader moved to stand in front of them as they stared at the house. He pointed to two of the men and made a hand gesture toward the house. They would be the first wave. They took their automatics and aimed them for the house as they quickly and carefully headed for the front door. One of them stood in front of it as the other looked through the nearest window. He nodded and the guy kicked the door in and moved in with the other guy behind him. The others watched and waited for a few seconds before they started hearing shouts, gunfire, and growls coming from inside. It lasted about ten seconds before everything went silent. The leader nodded as he pointed to three others for them to be the next wave and move in. However, before they could begin to move, there was then a crash and the hunters and assassins looked to see one of their men flying out of a window and crashing into the dirt, unconscious. The ones with guns were getting ready to open fire at that area, but a shot rang out that made one of them cry out as a bullet had pierced his leg.

"Scatter," their leader roared out.

Some of them moved out to go behind the vans, including the lead hunter, while a few moved to head into the house to meet the Tates. The one on the ground was trying to crawl to his gun, but a foot went and stepped on it to preventing him from picking it up. He looked up and saw that it was Stiles, his fangs out and his blue eyes glowing bright. He glared at the assassin before reaching for him with his claws and then throwing him into the nearest van where he cracked the front windshield on contact before he fell down into a pained slump.

"Damn it!" shouted the nearest hunter. He was getting ready to shoot a crossbow bolt at Stiles but another shot rang out and hit the bow, destroying it. "What the hell?" he said trying to find who did that.

He didn't get any time as Stiles had caught him and pounced. He punched him in the gut, and then jammed his claws into the man's shoulder before backhanding him, scratching his face as he fell to the floor in unconscious. Stiles then looked over at the trees when he caught some movement. He spotted the one that had fired those shots. His blue eyes widened in shock. It was Scott's father.

Before anyone knew it, cannisters of tear gas were thrown off into the air.

"Get back!" Braeden cried out to everyone.

The cannisters exploded and started to unleash gas and then the warehouse was brimming with unrestrained chaos. There were bullets and arrows flying everywhere as all the werewolves were either trying to avoid them or push through them.

Chris went behind a pillar for cover and opened fire against the assassins who went to take cover themselves. Two of them concentrated their fire on him and he ducked away to avoid the bullet barrage.

Derek jumped through a thin and broken wall to avoid getting shot as he then threw a table down and took cover behind it as he took the handgun and shot at them. Half his shots missed one assassin he was aiming for but one hit the side of his shoulder which made him duck back for cover before Derek's chambers were emptied. He then took his automatic and fired for Derek as he ducked back down behind the table. Braeden was firing much more accurate shots on the incoming assassins and was bringing them down one after the other. She saw one guy was sneaking up on Derek from behind and she let out a hard shot that brought him down instantly. Yet, when her back was turned, another assassin moved on her but Derek caught him and quickly fired wildly at him and managed to hit him in the leg, felling him. The two of them then came together, back to back. Derek's eyes widened as there seemed to be assassins in every direction.

"How many are there?" he spat out.

"Too many," Braeden hissed before she moved to shoot some more.

Scott was next to Kira as they were trying to fend off any assassins that were next to them. He then noticed a guy with an automatic shooting over in the direction of some of the others and he moved to stop him. He grabbed the automatic and pulled it out of his grip as he gave the man a punch with his other hand. He threw the gun off to the side to get it far away from them. The assassin quickly recovered from Scott's blow as he moved to throw a punch himself but Scott caught it. He pulled the guy's arm back and then moved his palm to the man's chest to pick him up and slam the man to the ground. He then grabbed the man by his helmet and slammed it down two times to stop him.

Scott then got up and blinked as he saw that Kira wasn't with him anymore. He tried to find her and quickly spotted Brett limping over to him. He was already bleeding. "Find anyone you can and tell them to hide," he told him. Brett nodded and ran to do just that. Scott then looked around but couldn't find any sign of her through all the shooting and fighting. "Kira! Kira!" he shouted.

But Scott then got shot in the arm and found that it was made by the assassin he just brought down. He was semi on his knees and had pulled out a handgun, firing at him. He took another shot at Scott and he darted to avoid it. The assassin was about to fire again when he stiffened as something hit him from behind. He then fell forward and Scott saw that there was a thin knife at his back. He then looked over to find Satomi nearby, poised as she had just thrown it. She spared Scott a small nod before she turned and moved to fight another assassin. Scott then moved to keep looking for Kira.

Liam stood back as he held the phone to get the angle of the machines so Lydia could get a good look. "Anything?" he gasped at her as he turned the phone over to make it look back at him.

"I don't know," she sputtered. "Liam, I just don't know."

"We're running out of time," he cried.

He jingled the phone as his nerves were starting to wind up and Lydia caught something at the side. "Wait. Liam, point to the floor."

"What?"

"The floor. Show me the carpet," she told him. "It's gone."

"What?" asked Liam.

"The stain. Wine spilled on the carpet and left a stain and it's gone."

"Yeah, well talk to Mason. He knows this good recipe for getting rid of stains."

"That's not the point," she told him.

"What is the point?"

"Red wine doesn't just disappear," she said sternly. She then stared off. "Unless it wasn't wine. The ashes weren't ashes, the record player wasn't a record player so maybe the wine isn't wine," she muttered to herself.

"What?" Liam said, still not following.

But Lydia was still thinking to herself. If her grandmother was trying to stop the Deadpool by warning her then she had to have left something to help them. She left that note in the fake ashes, and if the wine was fake, then she probably left something in there, knowing she would figure it out. "That's it!" she cried. "The wine. Liam, you have to find the wine. The key is in there."

"What wine?"

Lydia told her the type of wine, and where to find it. The problem was, it was kept in the wine cabinet, downstairs. Where the fighting was going on. As soon as he opened the study's door, the loud sounds of gunfire and struggles started invading his ears. Being in that soundproof room had shielded him from hearing how intense everything had been going below him. At the bottom of the stairs, he could make out the feet of an assassin that seemed to have been knocked out. There was some crashing sounds coming from the living room and he quickly moved around it to get to the kitchen. The room seemed empty, save for some damage and bullet holes here and there. He quickly opened the wine cabinet and started to go through the bottles until he found the one Lydia told him about. It looked like it had been opened already and he shook it to here something jingle inside. The key was in there.

But before Liam could begin celebrating, an assassin made his way into the kitchen and pointed his gun at him. Liam dashed off just as a sea of bullets started firing off where he had been standing. He was ducking behind the counter as the gunman started walking over. Liam blinked as he heard the steps getting closer and then cried out as he made a break for it. He could then hear the bullets from the gun firing after him as he ran as fast as he could. The assassin was closing in on him with his barrage but he stopped when a shot fired and hit the wall at the side of him. He turned and looked to see Henry Tate with his shotgun and the man was cocking it. The assassin quickly turned to fire on him but Tate let out another buckshot and it hit the assassin and sent him flying back. Liam didn't notice as he was at the front door. He was ready to run for it when he suddenly saw a man outside with a crossbow. He noticed Liam and turned to aim for him and Liam ran back to avoid the flying arrow. The assassin outside was then tackled by Stiles. Liam heard a growl that sounded like Malia as she was fighting against an assassin that was trying to swipe at her with a thick hunting knife. He saw that there was some blood on her face as she caught the man's arm and started squeezing it. Liam then noticed the stairs and then ran back up them and threw himself back into the study. He shut the door behind him and put his back to it. He then started to slowly slide down it, gasping deeply.

The chaos only grew as the minutes dragged on.

Chris quickly shot and brought down an assassin just before another one ran up from behind him to try and shoot Chris, but he didn't let down his barrage and he brought this one down too. He then turned to fire on another one he spotted some distance away.

Scott suddenly felt a wave of great fear hit him. But, he quickly realized that it wasn't his own fear. "Liam," he muttered. Liam was scared, really scared right now. Scott didn't know how he knew that, but he just did. Without noticing, his face had shifted as he tried to navigate his way through the thick dust and gunfire smoke. He then spotted an assassin letting a barrage of bullets on someone that was hiding and taking cover behind a stone pillar. That person's fear scratched Scott's nostrils as it flooded into them. His red eyes widened as he suddenly saw Liam there, about to have a clip emptied into him. Scott quickly growled and found himself leaping across the room to the shooter. He grabbed him from behind and then threw him as hard as he could into the nearest wall. When the guy landed, Scott quickly went and stomped hard on the guy's hand without sparing him a moment. Through the man's scream, he could feel the bones cracking beneath his foot and Scott found himself sated at the feel of it. He then turned the guy over and threw three hard punches to his face, breaking his nose and jaw. "Liam." Scott looked over, expecting to see Liam there, but it wasn't him.

It was one of Satomi's wolves and he looked at Scott with a relieved but still frightened look on his face. But the werewolf didn't stare too long as he ducked when another assassin started firing at him. Scott growled hard at that man but before he could do anything, shots ran out and he fell. Scott looked over and saw Braeden with her gun aimed at him before she moved to go after someone else. Scott was gritting his teeth as he started to hear someone talking.

"Brett? Brett, where are you?" It was Brett's sister Lori. She was alone and looking for her brother. But she didn't find him, she found an assassin. His laser trigger was pointed directly at the center of her forehead and his finger was one second away from pulling the trigger.

Scott's eyes burned a very bright red and he ran faster than he ever had before as he rammed into the guy before he could kill Lori. Scott threw the man down and struck him at his head as he grunted in pain. Scott then hopped over him and ripped the guy's helmet off. The guy's eyes were wide with fear, but Scott found himself not caring at all. His wolf screamed at Scott to rip into him for daring to try and kill a young wolf in front of him. As Scott clawed through the guy's body armor, drops of blood started to stain his face, but Scott wasn't concerned by it for once. He found himself unable to stop. All he could see was Liam's fear, his concerns for Kira, and his anger at Stiles. Scott didn't realize that his face seemed to be morphing into something more wolfish, something bordering on monstrous.

Liam was on his knees, panting hard as fierce tears were sliding down his eyes. His head was laying on the carpet as he felt the blood pump fiercely into his head to his ears. He slowly moved his free hand to his chest where his heart was beating like a jack hammer.

"Liam? Liam, I heard something. Did you just come back?!"

Liam looked up as he heard Lydia's voice call out from the phone. He then looked over to see that he was still holding tight the wine bottle that he had gone down there to get. He hadn't let it go and he remembered what was happening. He wiped at his eyes with his sleeve before going over to the phone. "I'm here," he said as he picked it back up.

"Did you get it?" Lydia asked. Liam held the bottle to show her. "Yeah, that's it."

He jingled it for her. "I hear something inside."

"Then get it," Lydia spat at him. "Break it and get the key."

Liam went and threw the bottle to the floor where it shattered apart. He then carefully started to sift through the broken glass where he found a small metal key on a string. Liam took the key and ran over to the computer where he then pushed it into the keyhole. He turned it and watched as the computer's board started to slow down until it stopped fully.

Downstairs in the kitchen, one of the hunters was struggling with Tate with his shotgun before the man went and pushed for the butt of it to hit him over the head. Tate fell to the ground, and his attacker reached to grab his handgun held at his back by his jeans and pulled the safety back. But before he could shoot him, there was an alert sounding off from his phone. He pulled it out and his jaw dropped at the message. He didn't get much time to dwell on it as claws were then jammed into his side. Malia had seen her dad in trouble and just pounced. After thrusting her claws in the guy's torso, the hunter bent over slightly as he hissed in pain and Malia quickly grabbed his head and smashed it into the banister, knocking the man out.

"Dad!" she cried as she ran to him. "Are you okay?!"

He went and pushed himself up a bit by his elbows. "I'm fine sweetheart," he grunted.

Malia then noticed the beeping phone that he dropped and reached over to pick it up. She then showed it to her father and they stared at the message: All Contracts Terminated.

Outside the house, Stiles quickly caught an arrow that was flying to him, shot from a hunter hiding from behind one of the vans. When he was spotted, a shot rang out and the guy fell as Agent McCall had gotten out a shot at him. He then took cover behind a tree when another hunter brought out a handgun and fired for him. Stiles darted over and swiped his claws for him and had managed to scratch at his wrist which made him lose grip on his gun. The man flinched but quickly pulled out a thick hunting knife from his belt with his other hand and went for Stiles' throat. Stiles bent back to avoid it but he still felt the hard wind touch under his chin. The assassin then tried to pushed forward to drive it into his chest but Stiles sidestepped and the blade only ended up grazing the front of his chest. He quickly sent a kick at the guy's left leg and made him fall on his other knee. Stiles then quickly jammed the arrow he caught into the guy's kneecap which made him scream out in pain before Stiles gave him a hard back hand across his jaw. He was breathing a little hard as he glared at the knocked out hunter before he gave a shout as he felt a heated pain. Stiles stumbled a bit and looked over to see that there was an arrow now lodged in the back of his left shoulder.

The lead hunter was slowly pacing towards him with his crossbow pointed in his direction. "Stiles Stilinski," the man spat at him as he stepped closer. Stiles reached to try and pull the arrow out but it was deeply plunged into him and seemed stuck. His deep pained grunts made the hunter smile. "Oh, I can't tell you how long many of us have waited for this. Chris had dibs on you," He pulled the lever to load another bolt in as Stiles turned around to face him. The man aimed for right between his eyes. "But I'd say he's long overdue." As his finger twitched on the trigger, he had been bumped and the arrow flew off and just missed the boy. It was one of his men. "What the hell?!" he spat at him.

"We have to go!" the man said in a frantic tone.

"What?!"

"Look," the other man said showing him his phone. The cancellation message in plain sight. "The whole thing's gone. There's no reason for us to be here now."

Stiles' eyes widened. He could see the message. The Deadpool was shut down.

But the armed hunter just spat at his partner. "To hell there's not!" he said pushing the phone away and him away.

"But the money's gone!" the assassin said as he tumbled back.

"Screw the money!" spat the hunter. "I lost two friends to this thing and I'm not going to leave until it's put down!"

The hunter moved to ready his crossbow to load in another bolt when his arms were grabbed from behind by Agent McCall. The hunter tried to pull away but Rafael had a firm grip and they started to tumble around. The other assassin quickly panicked and made a break for it. The hunter kept wriggling a bit before he dropped the crossbow and then threw his elbow back into McCall. That made him let go and move back a step but Rafael stayed firmly on his feet. He drew his gun but the hunter punched him in the face before throwing his elbow down at his hand to make him lose it. Rafael threw himself forward and the two of them tumbled to the ground. They started rolling before the hunter got the pin and started to choke Rafael with both his hands. Rafael tried to push at the hunter's face to get him off as his hand ran down the man's face before grabbing hold of a chain at his neck and moved to scratch the skin there with the pendant hanging from it. That made him flinch and Rafael quickly punched him with his other hand which made him fall over and caused his necklace to snap off.

The assassin who ran made it the closest van and quickly hopped into the driver's seat. The keys had been left in the ignition and he started up the van and quickly pulled it back a bit before getting ready to put the car in drive and speed out of there when the door's window shattered. He braced himself against the shower of broken glass and turned just in time for a fist to collide with his face.

Stiles had taken off after the runner when he saw that Scott's dad had the other guy and made sure that he didn't get away. Just because the Deadpool was over didn't mean that they could just cut and run. Not after everything they did and tried to do to them. After breaking through the window and breaking the guy's nose, he yanked him out through the window and threw him face first into the dirt. He then turned to see Agent McCall had gotten to his feet and was now pointing his retrieved gun at hunter, who was lying flat on the ground, glaring at him. He then tried to make a move but Rafael went and dropped a quick stomp right at his temple.

As Scott mangled the man, he managed to find the strength to hold his hands up, in a gesture of mercy. But Scott just roared hard at the man which made him start to whimper. But before Scott could make a swipe at the man's face, he heard a beeping coming from the guy's pocket. One that started to come out of the others. Every one of them had stopped in their tracks and were checking their phones. Scott reached down and took the man's phone and saw that a message was being displayed. He snarled as he held it for the mauled hunter to see. His eyes widened as Scott flashed his message: All Contracts Terminated.

The other hunters and mercenaries, still standing, all started to quickly pull away and bid a hasty retreat. Chris, Derek, Braeden, Satomi and her pack quietly watched as they retreated and came out of into the open, staring at each other in confusion. Scott then moved away from the assassin and just left him there as he moved to rejoin everyone else. His heart warmed when he saw that Kira was also there, none to worse for wear.

"Is it over?" she asked the room at large.

Scott sighed and nodded. He then looked around the room and noticed all the fallen bodies around it. His face dropped a bit at the number of them.

Meredith was now sitting in wait inside the Sheriff's office with Lydia. Stilinski was arranging for her to be taken back to Eichen House, now that the Deadpool was shut down.

"You okay?" Lydia asked her. She hoped Peter hadn't really hurt her back there. Meredith nodded. "Yeah, I guess you are. For someone that would put their own name on a hitlist."

Meredith blinked. "I had to."

"Why?" Lydia asked. That's what confused her most of all. Why did Meredith do this if it wasn't even really her idea.

"Because I heard you scream. From the tunnels at Oak Creek." She was talking about when Lydia had screamed as she felt Allison's death. "That's when I knew, that it was the right time."

"But, with Peter?"

"He's the Alpha," said Meredith. "He's always been the Alpha. He'll make it right. It never was with us." Meredith started to cry. "Too many people died, because of us. We're the monsters. Even Banshees. Even me."

"Meredith, if you felt that way then why did you take out your name after we went to see you?"

"I didn't. I moved it, to Stiles." Meredith had planned to deal with herself, instead of having someone else do it and moved her money to where she felt it would be most important to be. "He's the one that I had to make sure was gone. The one born to be a monster."

Lydia sighed. Images suddenly came to her of Stiles going after the hunters in Mexico. Him attacking the Kanima. Attacking the Argent hunters. Attacking Kali. Him glaring at the Nogitsune. She nodded. "You're right, he is, to the real monsters." Meredith's face fell in confusion. "Stiles is monstrous but only to those that do monstrous things." Lydia began to cry. "And not all monsters do monstrous things."

"Like who?"

She then saw images of Scott. Him being so light-hearted that he tried everything to avoid hurting anybody if he could help it. How he tried to save everyone with everything he had. "Like Scott."

Meredith then moved to stroke Lydia's cheek. "Like you," she mumbled. Her face then widened. Widened at how she had a direct hand in trying to kill these three, and their friends, and who knows how many others that weren't 'monstrous'. "Oh god…what have I done?" she cried out.

Outside the lake house, over half a dozen men were face down on the ground with their arms behind their backs. Their wrists were bound and tied by plastic twist ties. Mr. Tate had brought them. Said that he had learned his lesson with their encounter with the Bomber and was not going to let any assassins coming to kill his daughter or those she cared for just up and get away. As for the rest, they were either to injured to walk or knocked out. They were all being watched by Mr. Tate with his shotgun on them and Malia by his side.

Inside the lake house, Liam was sitting off in one of the rooms, rocking slightly in place as his hands were folded in front of him. He heard a creak and looked up to see Agent McCall.

"You okay?" the man asked him. Liam nodded though lowered his gaze back down. "Good. Well, the police will be arriving soon. You know where Stiles is?"

"He's upstairs," he muttered as he kept his gaze to his folded and shaking hands.

Stiles was in the study, staring at the computer in the wall. This thing was something that should be holed up in a museum and yet this relic had been responsible for sending assassins after all of them and had gotten a good many killed. Right here, the whole time, and it had started long before they had even started on any of this. It was boggling his mind. There was a soft knock on the open door and Stiles saw that it was Scott's dad.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I mean, I saw you got hit back there."

"No, I'm alright," Stiles shrugged a bit before he went to rub behind his shoulder. "I'll be feeling stiff for a few hours but I should be fine by the morning. One of the perks of being a werewolf, we heal fast."

"I'll say," he said as he stared at the spot where the arrow had made a hole in Stiles' back. It had already been pulled out by Malia after they had rounded all the attackers up. When Malia had yanked it out, the pain had made Stiles roar out quite loudly and Rafael was fascinated with how the wound was already looking like it was quite old as if the injury happened days ago opposed to ten minutes ago. "So, does shutting this thing off mean that it's all over?" Rafael asked him.

Stiles nodded as he turned to look back at the shut down computer. "That's what it looks like."

Rafael still was tense though. "Do you know if Scott's safe?"

Stiles sighed. "Yeah, I got a text a minute ago. Don't worry, he's okay." The man sighed in relief before Stiles then observed the broken pieces of the wall on the floor and remembered the state of the rest of the house. "Though, I won't be when Lydia and her mother comes over and sees the lake house."

Rafael shrugged as he looked behind his shoulder. "Well, considering that armed criminals had barged in and created the damages, I think they should be covered insurance wise. And, if not, I think I might be able to pull some strings for them." He then looked over at the teenage boy who still had his back to him as he was silently staring off. He looked him up and down and could see the remnants of what they had just gone through all over him. Rips, tears and dried blood was scattered on his clothes, face and hands. But, he was still standing firm. This wasn't the same boy that Rafael remembered who would always run off with Scott and cause mischief. He'd changed, and apparently so had his son. He wondered if Scott was looking similarly torn at but standing firm, right now. But Rafael cleared his throat. "You and your friends should get going. The police and a few of my associates should be arriving soon and I don't want you all getting caught up in this any more than you have to."

"Okay," Stiles muttered airlessly.

Stiles moved to get moving but Rafael stopped him. "Stiles." That made the teen stop before he left the room and turn back to him. "Can I ask for a favor?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "What?" He wondered what the man could possibly want from him.

"You didn't tell Scott about me, did you?" Stiles shook his head. "Good. I don't want Scott to know that I know."

Stiles' eyes widened. "What? Why?"

Rafael shifted uncomfortably from the heel of one of his feet to the other. "Look, I'm not sure you could understand. I mean…maybe you could. Anyone that's been what you've been through probably understands more than I could imagine."

"Yeah, but I gotta say, I'm feeling kind of stumped here."

Rafael straightened himself. "First, I want to tell you that I'm sorry Stiles. For everything. When I first came back, it was to try and mend my relationship with Scott. Not to try to get your dad fired."

Stiles glared slightly at him. "Yeah, that was just a consolation prize."

The man flinched. "Harsh, but I deserve it. I deserve a lot worse actually," he muttered breathlessly as his recent actions came to mind. "Anyway, I've been trying to get Scott to try and let me in his life but he still doesn't trust me with much."

"Oh, Scott trusts more easily than you would think," said Stiles in a low tone.

"Well, then I guess I'm a special case. But, if I want me and Scott to work, then I want him to be the one to tell me. To tell me because he trusts me enough to tell me. I can't go through anyone or force it on him. I want him to do it because he honestly trusts me on his own. I already talked it over with your dad and he's not going to say anything either."

"Well, if he's on board with this then I guess I am too."

"Thank you. Now go, collect your friends and get out of here."

Stiles nodded before he started to leave the room. But he stopped. "Hey, Mr. McCall, not that I'm complaining but, how did you end up coming here anyway?"

"Your father. I was at the station with him when he got your last message about you coming here. He asked for me to come over and help keep an eye on you for him. He figured that someone could be watching you like Haigh did and if they were onto you trying to stop the Deadpool, then they might try everything to stop you. I managed to get here just in time to see that armed team begin moving in and made my own move."

"Oh, well thanks." Then he left the room. As he found himself in the hallway, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the pendant on a chain that Rafael had pulled from that hunter's neck. Stiles had picked it up and saw that it was the same as the one he took from the hunter at the school. The one with the Argent's crest on it.

As Stiles left, Rafael reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded check. He could see how close Stilinski and his son were. They'd always seemed to be close but when he first got back, he saw that their relationship seemed stronger than ever and that had only made him hate the two more. Because they had what he and Scott didn't. Same thing with Scott and Melissa. He knew that revealing that he knew the truth about Scott to him would no doubt change everything with the two of them. It could open a lot of doors between him and Scott and maybe even bring them closer than ever before, but it wouldn't be fair or right. Melissa had told him that Scott wanted him to try harder and he had been. He honestly had, but he'd been getting frustrated by the lack of progress so he tried to cheat and spy on him and his friends to learn what was going on. That only did more harm than good. His grip on the paper tightened. 'No more shortcuts or trying to cut corners,'he thought to himself. He would stick to the long way. Scott deserved that and he owed it to him. He then repocketed the check, to keep it as a reminder of his promise.

Scott and Kira were outside the warehouse, she was helping to clean off the blood that was on him. He didn't want to stay inside there and keep looking at the bodies, even if most were the ones that had tried to kill them. A few were simply wounded and unconscious, but a good many of them were dead.

"You okay?" he muttered to her.

She nodded. "The Deadpool's gone and there's no more reason for anyone to come after me, my friends and my mom, I'm great." That made them both share a small toothy laugh with each other. "All done," she said after she finished cleaning his face.

Scott let a relieved breath out. He then stared at Kira for a moment before he leant in and gave her a soft kiss. "I'm just glad it's finally over," he said before planting a kiss at the top of her head.

Kira let her head rest into his chest while he held her. "Maybe now, things can start to go back to normal like you wanted."

Scott sighed. "Yeah."

As they held each other, he stared off, his eyes were soft but filled with worry. He couldn't help but feel that, somehow, there was more coming.

Inside, Satomi's pack was helping each other with patching themselves up. Brett was getting his head dabbed with an alcohol soaked cloth by his sister where he had a cut above his left eye.

Satomi was pocketing her throwing daggers when Chris Argent slowly made his way to them.

"What did you mean back there?" he asked as he walked up. "About me still destroying packs."

Satomi didn't turn to look at him but still kept her eyes on her daggers. "I've heard many things about Scott and his pack. How they've managed to overcome so much, even back before Scott was an Alpha. However, it started out with two, Scott and Stiles, and they've overcome and endured the most. Together they are a force to be reckoned with and they care greatly about those they've take in their charge. Separately, Scott and Stiles had gone out of their way to give us some shred of hope, but when they came together they actually lifted everyone's spirits and rose morale. Mine and my whole pack's and stressed how much we all had to work together." Satomi's face then stiffened. "But, the moment that your name was mentioned, I was amazed how reversed they became."

Chris' jaw stiffened. "How so?"

She finally turned to look at him. "After your name was mentioned, suddenly, they couldn't pull away from each other fast enough. They started arguing over everything after that. It then escalated and, if it had kept going, they might've actually started fighting. I've seen plenty of friendships, families and relationships get destroyed and most of them started out just like this. With misplaced trust or misplaced mistrust."

"My situation with those boys is…complicated."

"From what I witnessed, it is not mere complication at work. It is clear that Scott McCall trusts you fully, but his friend Stiles Stilinski seems to have to suspect everything that is associated with you." Satomi could see that whatever personal issues were brewing within the two, they seemed to have been triggered and given strength by their separate stances with the hunter then subtly used at one another. "Whatever you've done to put yourself in that situation with them is affecting their relationship and, if left unchecked, it will go on to affect the state of their pack. Perhaps even destroy it."

Chris saw that Satomi was looking at him somewhat accusingly. "I assure you, that's not what I'm trying to do."

"It's not always a matter of intention. Remember what I told you about my mantra? No one can deny their true nature. Not people like us, or even people like you. How do you know that you aren't simply following your own nature, even now? After all, it's not the first or only time that a pack in Beacon Hills was taken down because one of its members placed trust in an Argent."

Chris looked away from Satomi as he silently started to think to himself. He hated to admit it but she stirred him with that. After all, it was his father Gerard that destroyed Deucalion's pack by playing on his trust and desire for peace which led on to the destruction of three other packs. Then there was Kate, who destroyed the Hales by playing on Derek's trust with false feelings of love. Now there was Scott who trusted him and Allison, and if she was right then it was starting to tear at the pack from the inside out. Unconsciously, his hand started to move to grasp the chain he was wearing through his shirt. 'But it will be the last,' he thought as he held it.

In the sewers, Peter was pacing as Kate watched him.

"You look nervous," she muttered.

He paced away from her. "I'm not nervous, I'm…rattled. I don't like being rattled."

"But its over. The Deadpool's done. And, if you needed to be reminded, everything else is going exactly your way."

Peter stiffened. With this new revelation, he was sure that his plans would only be made to suffer. "Not exactly my way."

"Well, maybe not every piece in your game moved just as predicted but they still move perfectly into place." She then spotted how he was standing off and was silently staring at his plan. She thought he seemed…hesitant. "You want to bail on the plan," she realized.

Peter snorted. "Of course not. Not when I'm this close," he said stiffly. "Not when I'm this close to killing Scott McCall."

"Good, just don't forget what you owe me," she said with a bit of a warning tone to her voice.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten. Don't worry, you'll get your hands on Stiles and have his head all for yourself."

Kate smiled at that.

Stiles was lying in his bed, just staring up at his ceiling. Lydia had told him everything that had happened with Meredith. Her reasons for starting the Deadpool in the first place. Was she right? Did they all deserve it? Stiles remembered when he had thrown in about the population of their town dropping a while ago. People like Heather, Tara, and Mr. Harris; just to name a few. So many people in this town had suffered and died by being caught in the middle of all this. Innocent people that didn't deserve any of it but had gotten stuck in the crossfire against them and their enemies. He was feeling angsty and let his eyes wander until they came upon his evidence board that was filled with everything about what had just happened. He needed something to get his mind moving.

The sun was shining bright into his room as Stiles was finishing tearing down the last remnants of the board relating to everything about the Benefactor and the Deadpool. It was finished, but there was still one more mystery for him to work on. He took out his marker and began writing the central question for the new enigma: Who is the Desert Wolf? Malia's birth mother, he wanted to help find her. Help Malia find some answers and find closure with the mystery and questions about her past. To be honest, Stiles was quite curious himself. Who exactly was she? How did she get involved with Peter and how was his sister involved in all this? What had happened to make Talia take Malia away, give her to the Tates and erase Peter's memories? Not only that, but he wanted to help find the one that tried to kill Malia eight years ago and killed her mom and little sister. The Tates deserved to have some justice for what happened. But, so far, only the first question had any real answer. He took his marker and wrote the only hard fact and clue to all of this. The Desert Wolf's first name, Corrine.

As Stiles held the capped marker to his lip and got lost in thought, there was a knock on his door. He sighed and threw the marker to the side and started to head downstairs. His father wasn't home as he and Scott's dad were dealing with all the hunters he and the others flagged down at Lydia's lake house, and everyone else was taking today to just rest up after their long night, so he was on his own for the whole day. He opened the door a smidge and froze when he saw who was there.

Chris Argent.

The man was looking down at him calmly. "Hello Stiles. Can I come in?" he asked with a gruff sounding tone.

A/N: The next chapter will be a special one. A sort of interluding chapter that combines the past and present together which might give us some insight of the future for the pack.