"Alrighty then," the nurse said. "Sign here Mr. Hale."

Derek looked at the baby in Stiles' arms, his son. That was all the courage he needed. This was all so new for him. He scrawled his signature on the certificate.

He smiled as the baby lifted his little hand, grabbing at Stiles' finger.

"Gitchy goo," Stiles cooed. "Who's my little Kevin? Yeah, you are."

"He likes you," Derek smiled at him, eyes shining with love and fulfillment at how strangely perfect this all was. "You're his dad too."

"You wanna see daddy?" Stiles asked the baby in a silly voice. "You wanna see daddy Derek?"

Derek took his infant son in his arms, feeling a rush of love again. This was a whole new level for him. His whole world was suddenly this baby. He held out his finger, smiling when the little hand tugged at it.

He felt a pang of regret when he thought about what Laura would think, what his parents would think, but even that couldn't kill the joy in his heart. He, Stiles, Lydia, and little Kevin, plus the pack. He had family.

He also wasn't the only Hale anymore. Little Kevin was a Hale, the heir to a great legacy.

Derek's mind felt a pang of regret again- and a curse. Kevin was one of them. The full moon was sure to be a shocking experience for all of them.

Derek knew how to handle werewolf babies. He'd helped with some cousins when he was younger.

Only now Lydia would also be turning. Stiles had given her the bite. They were really in for it. Good thing Isaac had learned to anchor himself. Scott and Jackson could also be helpful.

It was funny with Jackson. He'd never had trouble restraining his wolf. Maybe it was his cool, exertive demeanor, but maybe it was also that controlling a wolf was nothing compared to a kanima.

Still Derek knew confidence had a lot to do with it too. That's why he could always control his so well. Derek was determined. He'd never be defeated. Nothing could overcome him.

It was that attitude that kept him anchored. Anger, hardness, determination, but Stiles too. Stiles was his anchor.

Jackson sure had plenty of confidence and ego. Enough to keep his wolf in check. If he had anymore ego he'd be unbearable.

ooOoo

Lisa and Dave busted in the door. Tommy was tied down to the bed and gagged.

"Oh sweetie!" Lisa cried out, rushing to him.

"Where are those freaks at?" Dave wondered aloud.

"Its a trap," Tommy blurted as soon as the gag was out.

Dave suddenly fell forward with the clunk of a metal pipe knocking him over the head. A burly blond stood behind him. Lisa pulled out the hairspray, but something knocked it from her hands.

"You're not the only ones who can shoot," a female smirked at her, bow in hand.

Carter and Dustin came running out suddenly from the bathroom, spitting web around them hastily. They were soon wrapped up to their necks in a cocoon.

"Well well," Carter mused. "We caught ourselves some hunters. How very ironic this is."

"Please you don't want to kill us," Lisa attempted, struggling against the web cocoon in vain.

"Why's that?" Carter asked, smirking. "Why shouldn't we kill you? Give us a reason. You hunters kill our kind every day."

"Because we have a common enemy," Lisa blurted. "Derek Hale."

"Yes I'm aware," Carter told her, smirk still in place. "Tubby over there has a big mouth. That's actually why we decided we'd better capture you. The Hales are ours."

"We can help you," Lisa insisted. "We swear it."

"You think we need your help?" Carter asked in mock pity. "Think we're that weak? I'm well aware of what you hunters think of us. Wendy kill tubs."

"No please!" Lisa shouted.

Tommy gasped as an arrow went into his stomach with a whishing of air. Wendy's bowstring twanged in satisfaction.

"You," Lisa choked, tears flowing down her face.

"Aw," Carter mocked, tacking her chin in his hand, raising her face to look at him. "Don't worry. We'll spare you the agony of carrying on without him."

Dave groaned and Daniel struck him with the pipe again. Carter gave a little laugh, enjoying every moment of it. He had no pity for hunters. Here was a common enemy to he and Derek alike. After all, hunters make no distinction in were-creatures.

"Dustin," Carter spoke deadly softly. "Would you like to handle gray beard over there?"

Dustin grinned, eyes hungry, as he jerked the dagger from Lisa's belt.

"No," she whispered.

Dustin stepped toward Dave and raised the dagger, coming down with it in a dive, driving the blade into his stomach. He passed from unconsciousness into death.

"At least he didn't suffer much," Carter whispered, smirking at Lisa again. "Not nearly as much as you're going to suffer. You hunters like torturing our kind. Let's see how you like torture. Tie her down."

Lisa struggled against Dustin and Wendy in vain. They chained her to the other bed.

"No!" she protested.

"You'd rather die then?" Carter asked, eyebrows raising.

She didn't answer, face becoming strangely blank.

"Let this be a lesson to all your kind," Carter spat, raising his i-phone, smiling again. "Smile for the camera."

He snapped a picture of her chained to the hotel bed.

"Now what hunting family will we be sending this to?" Carter asked her with a grin.

"I'll never tell," she hissed at him.

Carter's smirk deepened, eyes becoming cruel.

"Oh yes," he whispered dangerously. "I really think you will, once you see just how much of a hell we can really put you through."

ooOoo

Author's Note: There it is. I needed a break from writing this fic yesterday. Reviews please.