A/N.
I have noticed that I haven't gotten any reviews since chap. 21 I think. Do people not want to read it anymore or is it something else. I'm finishing this fic, even if it's only for my own pleasure but I would still like people to tell me what they thing, good or bad, I can take it.

Chapter twenty-five.
I prayed for God but the devil came.

"There are two kinds of guilt: the kind
that drowns you until you're useless,
and the kind that fires your soul to purpose."
― Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

Alexander POV.

He didn't know when his first real thought passed through him but he knew that it had been a while. He woke up to soft hands combing his hair and hushed voices speaking, trying not to wake him up before he was ready.

"What happened to him Peter?" a female voice spoke, it was the one that was petting him.

He heard a deep sigh but no reply and decided that it was time to wake up.

He groaned and tried to roll to his side only to shout out in pain, hands was quickly on him and he was forced back to lie on his back, his face pulled taunt by pain.

"Easy there," a new voice spoke, "We don't want you to hurt yourself even more than you already have."

'Already have' what did he mean?

He felt himself being moved up in a sitting position and tried not to display the pain that he was in, because God damn it, he was in a shit load of it.

He made a small face and opened his eyes, only to quickly close them tight again, tears spilling out of them as the events that led up to where he was, washed over him, covering him in an entirely new kind of anguish. He didn't realize that he had started to whine before he felt himself being embraced in a warm, comforting scent, even if that scent was radiating, pain and grief.

"It's going to be okay, son," the voice whispered tenderly in his ear before his father pulled back and Ace opened his eyes just enough to see him cast a sideway glance at the strange man.

"I'm afraid that there's no more I can do for them, one of them had already given up, moved on and the other was following." He spared a glance at someone else, "Will my service still be required?"

He apparently got the answer that he wanted because he almost fell to the floor in relief and was out of the door before Alexander could draw his next breath.

He made a show to avoid looking at the two slumped forms on the two other metal tables in the room he was in and instead asked, "Where are we?"

Peter looked at him shortly before his eyes drifted to one of the forms that he knew without doubt, to be Scott.

"For now we're safe and that's all that matters. We wait for them to make the first move and work out a plan for that, Derek doesn't have a pack and I believe that even he won't set newly bitten wolves up against some who have been born one."

He nodded and let his chin sink down on his chest.

"What about the Argents? Can't we pin them and Derek against each other? Get rid of two birds in one throw?" he shrugged and winched at the weak pain in his shoulders.

I looked up just in time to see Peter send my mother a glance, before he looks back at Scott again.

"We can try but I fear it might just end in one big bloody war again, just like the last time we went up against the hunters."

"It wasn't hunters that killed them dad, it was another pack, the hunters just helped because they believed us to be so fucking dangerous," he knew the sarcasm was clear in his voice but he couldn't find it in him to care.

Peter snorted and shook his head, "Well, didn't you grow up smart?" he joked.

"The smartest," I replied.

Derek POV.

He snarled and slammed his fist into the wall, yelling at the man standing in front of him.

"Why they fuck did they do it? How many got out?" he snarled again at the young black man, causing him the shiver and for a short moment Derek felt bad.

"They dragged an older teen out, I think he was late teen or early twenties, I don't know. It was a woman that dragged him out through, there was a man watching."

The teen looked down at the floor, "I couldn't get closer without them discovering me, sorry Alpha."

He sighed and dragged a hand over his face. Alexander was a survivor. He shivered and shook his head because only Alexander had been dragged out; meaning that Isaac and Scott had not made it, the Argents had killed them. Again.

"Thank you," he said and the teen walked out of the door.

Why couldn't everything just work out for him, just once? He had found out he had a brother, then he lost that brother, lost his only beta to said brother, then his brother came back and was apparently along with Peter, a part of a pack that killed hunters and wolves, his mother Talia, had told him about them before she had died in the fire, had told him about how brutal they were and that they should be killed.

Apparently some remained but he would finish what his mother and father started.

A knock sounded on the door before it shot open and Deaton calmly stepped inside, a briefcase was held in his right hand and without even looking at the Alpha, he walked over to the dining table and laid the briefcase out on it and opened, taking out serval pages of paper that Derek didn't know what was on.

"I cannot find them but I got a notice of a warlock traveling past the borders of the town. He refused to tell me why he was here and sadly I am no match for a warlock," the vet started out saying.

"What are these?" Derek asked, pointing at the loose pages now spread out on the table.

Deaton sighed heavily and finally turned around to face him, his expression immediately making the Alpha wary.

"Both Isobel and Peter is alive, not to mention Alexander too. Sadly I can't get any information on why they are here other than for revenge."

The vet shifted his head so he was looking directly into his eyes.

"And we will not win that fight."

A/N.
Sorry for the short chapter but this seemed like a good place to end it when I had no real idea on where I wanted this chapter to go. Un-edited.
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