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Very late and very sorry to GFM for not waiting for her but my dear (%####%%%¤%¤%#%#) pc is having health issues like a bitch right now and I feel like it's going to fail me, so for security reasons I'm posting this chapter before I lose it.
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Chapter twenty-one.
Don't mess with mama bear.
When the hunter became the hunted, the wolves
howled the victory to the moon.
"Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation."
― Robert A. Heinlein, Have Space Suit—Will Travel
Maze POV.
She looked around her before she dared to wash the blood off her hands. The hunters had been persistent and stubborn, a trait that she really hated in hunters.
She hadn't killed any of them, it wasn't theirs blood on her hands but as her eyes darted to the animal carcass to her left, a spiral carved deep into its skin, she suddenly felt wary. The two boys were playing with fire. She had no doubt that Alexander could control himself but she lacked the same faith in young Scott, control had never come easy to him and no w with the shared power between the two wolves, her only hope was that dear Shay wouldn't turn into some mindless beast, something to be put down.
A twig broke behind her and she swirled around to face the stranger, but as she did, a small smile broke out on her face, shoving old laugh lines.
"Peter, a long time since I last saw you," she said and turned her back to the other wolf again, he wouldn't attack her.
As he got closer, she dared to take a deep breath, sensing the man's mood from distance and cursing under her breath. Grief and pain was at the forefront of him and it pained her more than anything.
"A long time since you bothered to visit us, Maze. Now tell me where my wife is hiding!" he answered her in a cold tone, making her sigh and shake her head while she dusted of her pants.
"She'll find you but..." she turned around, her eyes suddenly serious and hard, "My duty here may be done, Wolf, but make no mistake. Both of you have changed, Isobel is not the same woman that you fell in love with. The loss of her children... did something to her," she looked into the dark.
"Guilt is a strange thing Peter and it never gets lighter." And with that she was gone.
Peter POV.
He shook his head and walked over to kneel by the dead deer, his fingers softly tracing the spiral that was clawed into its skin and he sighed heavily.
The witch had implied many things, one of them was that Alexander was back but as he looked up at the hidden moon, he couldn't help but hope that the now young man had brought Scott back. The fact that Isaac had without words, bolted from their house, gave him a sliver of hope.
But that wasn't what scared him, no. when Alexander and Scott had been small children, combined nothing could stop them, no natural or supernatural force could stop them from getting what they wanted.
He needed to find his oldest and hear what was going on, if he had already talked with Isobel, anything.
He took a deep breath and froze. Slowly he turned around; his entire body was tense, waiting for a reaction from the person that had come from behind him.
The young man's eyes darted to the dead deer before landing on his face again, his faintly crimson eyes unreadable.
"Father."
"Alexander."
Scott POV.
He slowly woke up, his eyes blinking away the darkness. The first things that he became aware of was the burning sensation in his leg, then a hand that was stroking his hair in just the right way, making his wolf purr and then freeze. Because only one person knew how he liked to have his head stroked.
The hand stopped when he tensed up and he was seconds away from whining when it began again and he was helpless against its calming magic.
He tried to move so he was facing the person, but two hands immediately stilled him and gently pushed him back down, hushing the whimper he let out.
"Don't move yet, you're still healing."
'Healing' he thought and with a slam he remembered everything, the sound of his own pained screams, the paralyzing fear of the hunters that had been in the forest, being moved, a sense of relief that was quickly overshadowed by raw hate and fear, then it all ended with a shot.
Despite just being told he couldn't-shouldn't- move, he shot up in a sitting position, a small cry of pain coming out of his lips. His eyes shut open and he looked hisIsaac over.
The younger teen managed to only look mildly annoyed but let him look him over.
Isaac looked tired, tired down to his bones. Black bags stood in start contest against his way too pale skin. His once curly hair was mattered with dried blood and his eyes looked haunted and it looked like he hadn't eaten a proper meal in a long time.
He released a line of distressed sounds at the sight of his mate, something that he had done, he had left when he was needed the most, had let them all down.
Derek: his Alpha and brother in everything but blood.
Peter: His father bound by blood and forged in it.
Melissa: He had fed her lies his entire life.
Alexander: His true brother, his brother in arms, his Alpha, his guide.
Isaac: His mate, the one he trusted with his life, with everything, told him things that he had never believed he would share with anyone that wasn't himself.
He had let them all down.
Something broke through his wall and he finally noticed that hands were running up and down his arms and hushing sounds made his body shake with unreleased tension and grief, finally gave up and with a pained sound, he launched himself at his mate and held on for everything he was worth.
Isaac POV.
He moved a hand up to stroke Scott's hair as Scott cried, his head tucked underneath his chin and he whistled a soft melody that he remembered his mother had once sung for him when his grandmother had died of cancer.
He took a deep shuddering breath and his throat clicked, a single tear slid down his cheek as he held his mate. He had just gotten him back and he wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.
He heard the door into the room open and his head jerked up and he pulled his lips back in a snarl, his eyes blazing golden in warning.
"Easy Wolf," the voice belonging to the person that entered said, its eyes burning a scarlet purple.
He looked sharply at the female that had entered and couldn't help but hug Scott tighter to his body, turning so he was shielding the older wolf.
The woman shook her head in a fond way, raindrops falling from her hair and stopped a few feet in front of him.
Maze POV.
She stopped in front of the pair, the sense of grief and pain was still in the air despite the sharp scent of wolf bane too.
Her eyes never left the beta sitting on the metal table, another shape shivering in his arms, spiked dark brown hair was the only thing she could see of the other person but the weak energy of an Alpha showed her who the beta was hiding in his arms, shielding from danger.
'A good mate' she thought.
The wolf kept its body tense, ready for anything and it hit her that he might be reacting to her presence and power, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Why are you here?" the teen asked, a low growl could be heard in his voice.
She finally looked away and let her eyes search the room, taking in the cleanliness of it as she thought of an answer that would be fitting.
She took a deep breath before she locked eyes with the beta again.
"Listen very closely wolf. You stay away from Derek Hale, by choosing to side with Scott and Alexander, you have chosen the enemy, a very strong and dangerous one at that."
Isaac's eyes turned grim and he crooked his head to the left.
"The Frye pack was one of the best and biggest packs there was, Talia Hale hated them with a passion for reasons that I have yet to figure out. If she had known that Scott and Peter had come from there, she would have killed them where they stood…"
Isaac snarled and turned his head to nuzzle Scott and finally spoke. "Does he hate the pack too?" there was no question who the beta meant.
"Yes," she replied, her voice cold as ice.
She saw the wolf nod to himself. "Where is Alexander and Peter?"
She smiled grimly and flinched when the lights above her flickered, "Peter's in the forest and dear Alexander is out doing damage control. I would be out there trying to find Isobel but she's been hiding for so long that it might take a little time before something happens."
She finally saw Scott's head turn around to face her and he turned fully around when Isaac released his grip around him.
He looked at her with tired eyes and blinked a couple times before recognition finally set in and his eyes became wide and he jumped out of his mate's lap and into her arms.
She heard his breath hitch once before he buried his head on her shoulder and let her stroke his back with tenderness that he had not received for a long time.
She looked up to see Isaac make his way out of the door and he whispered lowly, "I'll go back to Derek and pack my things, tell him that I can't stand being so close to someone that remind me of him." He nodded at Scott beforemoving past the door closed with a soft sound.
Alexander POV.
His mouth was a thin line as he starred at his father; the man's face was equally as hard as his own.
"Alexander," he said in return and Ace could see his father clench his hands into fists, almost like he was trying to stop himself from something.
"Where's your Alpha?" he decided to spit out, tempting fate, he knew that, but his inner brat was feeling neglected.
He swallowed and took a step backwards when Peter's eyes flashed crimson and he nodded.
"Not your Alpha then."
Peter shook his head and closed his eyes, "No, he never were and never will be. We …Maze can help us. If Derek finds out who we really are, not even the combined force of you and your brother can save us. Deaton suspect, let's leave it at that."
He nodded.
"Have you seen mother?"
Peter raised a single eyebrow and he sighed, he hadn't seen her then. Great, awesome.
He watched as a series of conflicted emotions washed over the other wolf's face and just as suddenly as Peter's eyes had turned cold and hard, they turned soft and pained.
"How's Scott?" and he was suddenly hit with a wave of emotions as he realized that the last time their father saw Scott, the younger teen was burned to death and he was burying him.
He looked down at the forest ground, anything to avoid his father's eyes; he couldn't bear to look into his eyes, he would break and they couldn't afford that.
"He's…he's doing better. He's with Isaac at the clinic right now, got himself worked into a frenzy of panic when he heard the hunters and got caught in a wolf bane laced fox trap." He cringed and remembered the way his brother had screamed…
He jumped when he felt a hand land on his shoulder but quickly calmed back down again, it was just Peter.
He looked up at his father's face and had just a second before the older man pulled him into a hug, burying his nose in his shoulder and he could feel how he shook, how they both shook.
"Don't leave us again," Ace whispered.
Melissa POV.
She dried her eyes as she picked up the phone, punching a well-known number in, before raising the phone to her ear, waiting for the other person to pick up.
"Nicklaus," she said as soon as the line was picked up, a sigh of relief leaving her.
"The one and only. What can I do for you dear?"
She took a deep breath and used her left hand to count the money under the floor. They had been collected over a long time and just recently, a bank transfer had been made to her, from who she didn't know and at the moment she couldn't find it in her to care as she replied the man.
"I need you to kill Derek Hale."….
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