This update has been long overdue, truthfully I only just returned to the story and have been slowly writing the chapter. But don't worry. I fully intend to finish it.
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Derek lay still in his bed simply staring at the ceiling, one hand tucked under his head and the other lay splayed across his torso. When suddenly his face morphed into one experiencing pain, eyes clenched shut and his hands grasping at his chest. The sensation was burning through his entire body and he couldn't explain why. Gasping for breath he crawled out of bed on all fours and tried to stand but the sensation left him hunching in pain.
And then he felt nothing.
Beads of sweat rolled down his face and soaked the front of his shirt but the pain no longer remained. Derek simply stared down at his hands and examined his body for marks but found none. His eyes wide and confused, he knew not what it all meant.
Lightning streaked across the sky outside followed shortly by thunder when the loft door opened dramatically revealing Peter.
"We have a problem."
Lydia padded down to the kitchen in her sleep attire to find her mother sitting at the island staring out the window, a mug of tea in her hand.
"Mom? You okay?" Lydia asked rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her question seemed to rouse her mother from the stupor she was in and turned to look at her.
"I'm fine, sweetie. Just can't sleep."
"Me neither. I've been rolling around in bed this whole time."
"You get that from me, I'm afraid. Not the best stress sleepers, you and I."
"Let me warm your cup of tea. It's clearly cold now." Lydia took the mug out of her hand and placed it inside the microwave. "How long have you been down here?"
"A while, I guess. At first I was waiting for your sister…"
Lydia placed the steaming mug back in her mother's hand, "She texted me saying that she's staying over at Derek's. Sorry I forgot to mention that."
"Yeah, I gathered. When did that happen exactly?"
"What? Derek and Emma? Since forever I suppose but they only just realised it."
The sound of thunder seemed to startle her mother for she accidentally tipped her mug over the island and spilled tea on the floor.
"Oh, God!" Her mother went to grab the washcloth when Lydia caught a hold of her arm and stopped her.
Her eyes were wide and her ears strained to understand what the dripping tea over the edge of the island was saying. That's when the rain started and Lydia turned towards the window, fear clearly evident on her face.
"He has her." She whispered, her hand slipping down her mother's arm.
"What?" Her mother questioned snapping her into action.
Lydia rushed out of the kitchen, climbed the stairs two at a time. Grabbing a pair of jeans and her phone she ran back downstairs to her worried mother.
"Lydia! What's wrong?"
"You need to call Brent! Tell him he needs to hurry!"
"Lydia! Stop! What's going on?"
"He has her! Dawson has Emma!" Lydia shouted running out of the house and into the pouring rain. But before she could reach her car, her feet slipped on the slick pathway and she fell. Falling onto her knees, her mouth opened on her own accord and let out a deafening scream. Her mother quickly rushed out and wrapped her arms around her.
When she stopped screaming, her breathing was laboured and she started sobbing in her mother's arms. But her attention was suddenly diverted to the lone figure stepping out of the shadows and standing over them.
"What the hell just happened to me?" Derek asked Peter who looked at him with wide eyes before composing himself.
"It seems your little girlfriend hasn't exactly been honest with you." He smirked.
Derek simply rubbed his face with his hands, sighed and grabbed his jacket before walking out of the loft. Peter followed close behind him.
The car ride to the Martin household didn't take long what with Derek speeding along the way and Peter holding on for his dear life and dialing Emma's cell at regular intervals as per his nephew's orders.
Stopping the car in front of the house, Derek jumped out and made his way to the front door. As he was about to ring the doorbell his ears picked up argument from inside.
"I don't have time for this! Neither do you!" Lydia shouted.
"This conversation is no longer restricted to us." The man stated and promptly opened the front door.
Derek narrowed his eyes at the man standing before him. His stature was a few inches above his and his demeanor weren't friendly in any way. His hair was cropped short and he had a beard, long but neat. But what really caught Derek's attention was the scent. He was a werewolf.
"Who are you?" Derek questioned eyes never leaving the man's face.
"I think that's a question I should be asking since you're standing on my doorstep."
"This isn't your house!" Mrs. Martin reminded him, "It hasn't been for years."
"Derek, let me introduce you to my absentee father, Brent." Lydia announced sarcastically. "The man who thinks he actually has a say in the decisions I take. Derek, Dawson has Emma."
Nobody anticipated what happened next. Derek lunged at Brent, grabbed onto his collar and slammed him against the wall. He was seething. Mrs. Martin gasped and Lydia just watched on undeterred.
"Your stupid crony, if he touches a single hair on her head you will pay along with him." Derek spat before he was pulled apart by Peter.
"Oh, son you have no idea who I am." Brent said dusting off his shoulders and straightening his collar. "If you think-
Mrs. Martin's palm met with Brent's cheek and a resounding echo was heard. "Enough!"
"Go mom." Lydia muttered.
"My daughter is in this mess because of you! So, if there is an ounce of dignity left in you and if you ever loved her then you help us. Otherwise you can walk out the way you walked in."
Brent flexed his jaw, "Natalie, you don't know what you're up against." He looked over at all of them standing before him, "I may have trained him but what he is now is nothing like the boy I once knew."
"I don't care! Whatever daddy complex this guy has you better take care of it. He's going to kill Emma." Lydia stated.
"He won't kill her."
"What makes you so sure? He's already killed Julia and the rest of her pack."
"What?" Derek questioned.
"It's true." Scott announced as he ran up to them followed closely behind by Isaac and Stiles.
"Yeah, talk about your mass execution." Stiles muttered.
Emma watched on, her eyes flitting in every direction, her heart willing them all to stay away. But she could feel him, feel him in her bones. He was coming for her and she was afraid of what the outcome might be. There were so many scenarios, a future that she had imagined but it never involved any of this. No, she had never imagined that anything like this would happen. If only she'd stayed away. Who was she to want happiness? Wasn't she happy with Cora? Did she really need to come back to everything that could have been?
A sob escaped her and she tried screaming again, hoping and praying that somehow Lydia would hear her and not hear her at the same time. That whatever this was between Derek and her brought him here and kept him away at the same time. Everything that she had hoped for was this close and so far away, almost impossible at the same time.
Dawson came and stood before her, a menacingly smile on his face but Emma refused to look up at him, refused to see how blind she had been to his true self. And even now when things were beginning to get transparent she did not know what his true intentions really were. How could this all solely be about her father?
And her father, the man she had spent half her life looking for, searching for that home and family that only she believed he could provide had only been a phone call away. He was supposedly on his way to save a daughter that he had long forgotten about, a family that he had left behind. Turns out, she had been wrong. The family that she had run away from in order to protect loved her even more so than before.
Emma's wrists burned from the wolfs bane. She had long stopped struggling against the rope that bound her hands and feet, giving the flesh and skin time to heal only to burn again, and the pain evident on her face.
"Not long now, darling." Dawson enunciated a Southern drawl followed by his bellowing laughter. "Well, now we know what that sounds like as well. Let's try British next. Not long now, darling."
Emma kept her stoic expression, her eyes showing every ounce of anger and fight left in her body. Had he been this insufferable when they were dating?
"Ah, right on time." Dawson exclaimed and turned to his right looking past the dark of the trees.
Emma turned her head to see what he meant. She couldn't hear anything but she knew better than to not expect anything. Someone was coming and she was afraid of what else Dawson had up his sleeve. Sure enough, a figure in a hooded cloak walked out from among the trees.
"Going in guns blazing is not the way. There are far greater elements at play here." Brent leaned against the fireplace.
"Of course there are. Now I know why you looked so familiar to me." Peter mused and reclined further on the couch. "It appears that Brent hasn't been all that forthcoming about the truth. Isn't that right, Supreme Alpha?"
"What?" Natalie whispered turning to face Brent.
"I'm sorry, what the hell is a Supreme Alpha?" Stiles questioned.
"It's like the royal family of werewolves." Derek stated.
"That's one way to put it..." Peter added.
"We are there to keep the balance, enforce the rules and regulations." Brent explained. "The position of Supreme is passed down to the heir apparent."
"Meaning Emma is your heir and Dawson knows this." Derek ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"I just don't quite understand one thing; the Supreme family is a pure blood line and is supposed to remain a pure blood line. Then how did all of this happen?" Peter asked showing faux concern.
"It's why he left." The reality dawned on Lydia who turned to look at Brent who simply looked out the window.
"I was never going to leave. That was never the plan. When my father died, I was automatically named Supreme. It was expected that I return and take my position. My mother was distraught. She wouldn't tell me the real cause of my father's death but I suspected foul play. It's why I had to leave. You must understand I had long left that life behind when I met Natalie." Brent explained.
"I honestly, don't care. I just want my daughter back." Natalie stoically stated.
"Natalie..."
"And then you can go back to living the royal life." Lydia cut him off.
"Okay, then. But this still doesn't answer what Dawson wants with you or Emma." Scott asked.
Brent sighed and turned to face all of them, "I have enemies. It comes with the position. There has been a plot against my life. And I suppose my attempts to distance myself of all of you to protect you have failed. Dawson probably knows and is looking for the glory that could come with killing two Supremes."
"Not two..." Lydia whispered, fear evident on her face.
"What do you mean?" Derek asked.
"I had a feeling..." Peter exclaimed.
"Lydia you can't be supreme. You aren't a werewolf." Brent stated apologetically.
"That isn't what our resident banshee is talking about." Peter said.
"Emma is pregnant."
"Well, that's something we didn't see coming." Isaac stated.
"This is the daughter?" The cloaked man asked, turning to face Emma.
Emma narrowed her eyes at both men as her mind started thinking up ways to get out of this. This was something bigger than she had anticipated.
"The Supreme is on his way. Won't be long now." Dawson stated, smirking at Emma.
Emma retracted a claw and subtly started working at the rope binding her hands. She took extra care to make sure her face didn't give away anything. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I think I can indulge you with the details now. You see sweet Emma; your father is a Supreme. He comes from a family of Supremes. Think of them as the royalty of all werewolves. This makes you the next Supreme after the death of your father and your child the Supreme after you."
"You have officially lost your mind, Dawson."
"Emma, your father made the biggest mistake when he married a human and tainted the blood line. Supremes do not stoop to the level of those inferior to our kind. So, we need to clean." The hooded figure added.
"What century is this? Tainted bloodlines? Inferior to our kind? Who the hell are you?"
"Oh, that's right." Dawson clapped his hands in glee, "You haven't met your extended family."
"Introductions will have to wait. It appears we have visitors."
Emma turned to look towards the direction both men had their eyes trained to, all the while working at the rope. She could feel the flesh at her wrists burning away little by little.
The cloaked man walked away from Dawson and Emma, and towards the direction he suspected.
"Tell me this, what are you going to get out of this?" Emma asked.
"Fame. Glory. Take your pick." Dawson replied.
"They will never accept you into the fold, not with you being a werewolf. Even I know that is against the very rules."
"Darling, they authorized this plan. And with your deaths I get the cure for lycanthropy. Your father dabbled in a lot of things; he even infiltrated our ranks and trained me. No doubt he's skilled but foolish as well to assume that he could go so long undetected. I'm just following orders and getting vengeance for his betrayal."
"There is no cure for lycanthropy! People have searched for centuries but there is no cure!"
"Hush, darling. You'll scream yourself hoarse."
"Dawson!" Brent walked out from the trees and stopped meters away from the two men. "Let her go!"
"You see, Uncle that is something I cannot allow." The cloaked figure spoke and let his hood fall back, showing his face.
"Jonathan? What the hell are you doing?"
"Well, I thought we were quite overdue on a family reunion."
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