Hale House-
Ryan got off Justin in time for Greg and Freddie to pounce on the larger guy. Feeling nothing but pure rage Ryan snapped his jaws at Derek, turning slightly to have a better view of the rival pack, his eyes froze on Ophelia. Blinded by that unquenchable rage, he ignored a snarling Derek and stepped toward the clearly pregnant bitch. He would rip that pup out of her before he killed Derek. At least that was his plan until her bright red eyes stopped him in his tracks. She's an Alpha female now? Shit! Ryan saw all this plans go up in flames as he took in the barely contained ferocity in her eyes. At least he made that phone call before tracking down Justin, his life maybe be ruined but they'd suffer just as much if not more!
"Ryan this is your final warning, take your lackeys and get the hell out of our territory!" Ophelia snapped at him.
"Justin needs to pay the price for what he's done! This doesn't concern you." Ryan growled back.
"He is under my protection. Touch him, and I'll be more than happy to rip your throat out!" She growled back, taking a page from Derek's book.
"Just because they're letting you be an Alpha female doesn't mean you're stronger than me!" Ryan was teetering on the edge once again.
"Try me." She dared him, both of her clawed hands rested protectively on her baby bump.
"Ryan let's get out here!" Freddie realized what a mistake this all was, they weren't just in Hale territory, they were at the Hale house, the Den, and they were severely out numbered.
"Don't be a little bitch Freddie!" Greg scolded his friend.
"This won't be a war Ryan, it'll be a massacre. Accept my mercy now, or pay the price." Ophelia tried to reason, she didn't want any more blood on her hands let alone her young pack members.
"Fuck you." Ryan shouted before lunging at her.
Everything became a blur in a matter of moments. Ryan and the others had been warned repeatedly, Ophelia extended far more mercy than any other pack leader would have. But they refused and now it was time to pay the piper. While Ryan had every intent on ripping Ophelia open, he was slammed into by the semi truck of Alpha muscle that was her mate. Ryan was slammed hard into the ground, shocked for a second by the impact. Shifting he dug his claws into Derek's back and pulled his hand back trying to tear apart Derek's back muscles. It wasn't as affect as Ryan had hoped, Derek roared in pain but quickly grabbed the betas offending arm and snapped it half. Literally elbows don't bend that way for a reason… Ryan hollered out in pain. Greg was the first to react letting go of Justin he rushed toward Derek but was intercepted by Jackson who wanted nothing more than to beat the guy who grabbed his mate into the ground. Greg got his feet under Jackson and kicked upwards, sending Jackson into a tree. Before Greg could get up and go after Jackson, Peter kicked his feet from underneath him and landed a strong punch in the young man's sternum. Freddie chose now to release Justin and fly at Jackson who was still getting up. Scott however had been watching him closely and was able to push Jackson out of the way before he was knocked down.
Scott blocked his face and vital organs as Freddie unleashed a torrent of punches. Erica jumped on Freddie back, knocking him off balance. Jackson ran to were Peter was struggling to keep the wiggly beta down. Jackson stomped on the guys arms repeatedly.
"No one touches my Lydia!" He growled.
Erica was still on Freddie's back as he stood up and jumped in the air to land on his back. A sickening crack went through the air as Erica's spine was fractured. Luckily before Freddie could turn on her Scott slammed a hard fist into the guys jaw. Freddie stumbled but shook it off and went blow for blow with Scott.
"Isaac grab Erica, and get her in the house." Ophelia commanded him; he had taken up guarding Ophelia once the fight broke out.
"But-" Isaac started but one low growl and he made a dash for his partially paralyzed pack sister, she'd be unable to move for another ten minutes at least, and she was a risk in the middle of a fight.
Greg took a cue from his friend, ignored the pain in his arms and kicked off his shoes using his clawed feet to swipe at Peter's stomach. Unable to pull back in time, Peter had several large gashes on his abdomen. Jackson went about trying to get control of Greg's legs as his arms were both broken and healing slowly.
Scott cracked Freddie's jaw and broke several rib bones before landing a punch to knock out the vicious fighter. Jumping over the fallen beta he helped Jackson get a hold of Greg's legs. Unfortunately Freddie could take a punch and got back up far sooner than expected. An injured Peter went for him but wasn't able to get a grip on him. Jackson and Scott finally had Greg's legs when they turned to see Freddie headed straight for Ophelia and Isaac was leaping off the front porch. She wasn't going to move until the last second, but it turned out she wouldn't have too. Justin grabbed Freddie by the back of his neck and flung him backwards using all his strength. Peter and Justin held him down together. Jackson and Scott had Greg, and Derek was still taking his time breaking various bones of Ryan's as he squirmed and cried out in pain.
"Enough." Ophelia stated stepping around Isaac who had popped in front of her once again.
A roar came from Derek that managed to stop everyone from trying to move or making a sound. Even Ryan stopped for a moment. The instinct to listen to two Alphas was ingrained into betas. The pack looked between their feral Alpha male and female waiting for a command.
"Ryan," Ophelia stepped forward and crouched down next to him, "you're a crazy son of a bitch who had ample warning. You will never terrorize anyone ever again. Especially not me you piece of shit." She growled.
"You'll never do it. You'll never kill me. You don't have the guts to eve let Derek do it!" He sneered at her.
"I am not the little girl you bullied and tried to rape," Derek's feral growl interrupted her, "I gave the okay for Walters's death, but unlike you I don't take pleasure in it." She watched his eyes go wide, "I'm not going to let Derek kill you, I'm going to do it myself because NOBODY fucks with my mate, my pack, or above all else my unborn pup." A fierce roar came out of her as she clamped a hand down on his throat, using her claws she ripped out his trachea.
A celebratory howl was given by the pack. Ophelia dropped the trachea on the ground next to a lifeless Ryan. Derek got up and slashed the throats of Ryan's followers. Another howling broke out as the pack stood, a bit bloody but healing. Everyone quieted back down however when Derek approached Justin, the beta barred his neck and kept his eyes on the ground.
"You are on probation. If you manage to prove yourself worthy I'll accept you into the pack, if not I won't just chase you out of my territory I'll kill you." Justin nodded. "The only reason I'm doing this is because you protected Ophelia when you could have gone after her."
The pack was in a bit of shock, they had not expected Derek to declare Justin a probationary member of the pack. Not after he killed the others. If anything they thought he would chase Justin out of their territory. Ophelia though wasn't as surprised, she knew of times when her birth pack had done the same thing, letting someone in although they could be a potential threat. Not that she thought Justin was, Derek might not like him for now, but eventually he'll see just how sweet and loyal Justin really was. She watched Derek as he approached her, taking in his torn shirt and bloodied hands; he wasn't injured, at least not badly enough that he hadn't already healed. Derek pulled her in for a tender kiss, he was pissed she came out side, pissed she endangered not only herself but their daughter but more than anything he was happy she was okay and proud of the way she handled herself. Dropping down to his knees he put both bloody hands on either side of her belly and placed a gentle kiss on it.
"I love you." She murmured to him.
"I love you both." He looked up at her regarding her seriously, "You didn't have to kill him; I would have gladly done it."
"I know but I needed too. Ryan's been my tormentor since childhood, but I was not going to sit by and be that helpless little girl anymore. No one messes with us." She declared looking at her pack members, eyes scanning for serious injuries, everyone seemed to be healing perfectly.
"Burn the bodies, deep in the woods." Derek commanded standing up.
"Come on," Peter led the way as Justin carried Freddie, Jackson carried Greg, and Scott carried Ryan.
"It's over." Ophelia whispered to Derek kissing him hard before placing a string of kisses along his jaw.
"It is." He replied smiling at her affection.
Inside the House-
Allison, Lydia, and Stiles stayed in Allison's room with Raven even after the fighting had ended. Boyd had already slipped out sensing Ravens fearfulness and went down stair to help Erica. Raven was scared, she'd never heard a person die before, never even heard a fight that sounded so gruesome. Even though she was once again scared of all the werewolves in the pack she also felt safe, they'd never hurt her.
"Should we call the cops or something?" She suggested.
"No, they wouldn't understand. It's not that killing is okay or anything, it's not, but reality is a bit harsher once you know the truth about everything. It's the price for knowing all this cool shit I guess." Stiles stumbled in his attempt to explain before dashing out of the room to see Erica.
"We've all been where you are. The second guessing, the fear, wanting to pretend this is all just one big nightmare. None of them like killing, none of us do. But in this world sometimes its kill or be killed, of course whenever possible we don't kill. That's probably why this has gone on so long, none of us wanted to kill them. Even after everything they'd done." Allison explained a bit better, grabbing one of Raven's hands and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"How do you guys…cope with knowing what happened and not being able to talk about it?" Raven asked tentatively.
"We can't talk about it outside the pack, but we can talk to each other, and Melissa Scott's mom, the Sheriff Stiles dad, Chris Allison's dad, and Dr. Deaton- he runs the vet clinic. If you don't want to talk to us, feel free to talk to one of them." Lydia told her.
"No one is expecting you to just be okay with this; honestly if you were we'd be worried. You're new, and we all were at some point, we know it's hard to wrap your head around everything. Eventually you'll understand." Allison finished.
"Okay." Was all Raven could mutter before everyone had come back and cleaned up.
In the living room everyone huddled together, relishing in the warmth, and happy that everyone was okay. Ophelia and Derek came in from the kitchen with Justin following behind them.
"I know most of you heard but we just wanted to formally announce it, Justin McCreen is now a probationary member of the pack. Meaning that while he will be present within the pack, he has not been fully accepted, he is at the bottom of the hierarchy right now." Derek told them in gruffer voice than normal.
"Make him feel welcomed." Ophelia eyed everyone, including Derek himself.
"That said, the threat has also been officially removed, but that doesn't mean you let your guards down though alright?" Derek's questions were never really questions more of demands and statements.
"Yes oh mighty one. Now can we order some Chinese food and pop in comedy?" Stiles spoke up, everyone quickly agreed with him.
"Yeah, fine." Derek agreed and placed the call.
In Ontario, Canada-
A young woman in her twenties with short blond hair and an athletic figure made her way down a dark hallway, it was past midnight and the Council was still going at. Attempting to listen in would be foolish; they were all werewolves and would catch any eavesdropper. Instead she knocked on the door and waited for it to be opened.
It was her grandmother that opened it, with her typical displeased face her grandmother ushered her into the room and had her stand in the center. All the werewolves in the council were over the age of fifty, all were Alphas- which really made things interesting, getting them to agree was like getting blood from a rock-, and they all had their own packs scattered across North and South America. This time they were up in Canada.
"Speak your peace." The Chairman demanded in a gruff voice, Victor De'Angelo was in his sixties, with gray hair that used to be black and permanent scowl on his face, however he was still pure muscle, and would not hesitate to put an unruly pup in their place.
"I have received a call from a former member of Arthur Galen's pack; apparently he was hiding an Alpha Breeder in secret, a young female named Ophelia Conner's. She comes from a line of Alpha Breeders straight out of Ireland." She stopped as the whispering grew among the members.
"Alpha Breeders were all killed off by hunters." An older lady from Miami spoke up.
"It was never proven to be true. The gene could lay dormant. Was her mother a Breeder?" An elderly woman named Sasha, the oldest person on the council, asked.
"No, she only had two kids, and had difficulty conceiving both. But it is from the mother's line." The young woman, Grace, stated.
"Galen's pack is in Colorado, send a party down to check out this rumor, if it's true bring the female here." Victor commanded.
"She is not with Galen's pack anymore, she was staying with an Aunt in Northern California and on her way home she went into heat. She is mated to Derek Hale," more gasps and murmurs, "and is four months pregnant." Grace held her hands behind her back, and held her head up high, she would be rewarded for bring this to the Councils attention.
"The Hale boy? Are you sure?" Victor questioned.
"Yes, my informant called before confronting Hale over the female in question. Since he has not called back by now it's safe to assume he and his two followers are dead." Grace informed them.
"Idiots. Taking on an Alpha, even one with a small pack of teenagers is unwise, especially one that defeated Deucalion's Alpha pack." Victor shook his head at the stupidity.
"Should we send some people down? Collect the female?" Another man spoke up.
"That pack would die protecting her and the Hales are notoriously tricky. Starting a fight now would not be good for her. Send someone down to keep an eye on things. Not another werewolf, because of those idiots Derek will likely snap any unfamiliar Were's neck." Victor let out a sigh rubbing his chin.
"Perhaps we should dispatch with the Hale Alpha?" The woman from Miami spoke up again.
"Absolutely not, he's the last of his line, one of the last true Werewolves and he's the Alpha Breeders true mate. It would be a crime to kill him. No, send Natasha down there, she's not a were, and she might be able to earn Hales trust." Victor commanded.
"You know as well as I do Victor that Hale's do not trust easily, and if this Ophelia become's an Alpha female in her own right, there will be no taking her. At least not alive." Sasha replied.
"We could take the pup. She's a breeder she'll have plenty more." Another woman spoke up.
"Take a pup from an Alpha Breeder? You were dropped on the head as a child?" Sasha gave the woman a cool curious look. "Any mother would go through hell to protect their child; an Alpha Breed would rip the devil to shreds and conquer hell." Sasha had a far off look as she remembered the past, "I knew one, long ago, her name was Aofie, an Irish woman. She killed her own mate to protect her child..."