A Life Worth Living

Chapter 25

"Good afternoon, Satomi, how are you?" Harry picked up her call, he had been aware of her pending call, she had informed him that she would be in touch before he was due to bring Scott McCall to her territory. Muffling a yawn as he placed bank statements and everything else he'd collected belonging to Gerard Argent in front of him. Now that his biggest casefile was finished and he had no other orders from MACUSA he was beginning to look into Argent. The money he had available was quite…immense, and it wasn't coming from either of his kids, and it had only started accumulating the past thirty years, dropped into his account randomly, from all different accounts. Holding the phone with his shoulder, he began to mark off the large incomes on the statements with a highlighter, knowing he wouldn't get to it right now so it would make it easier when he returned to it if it was all ready in place for him.

"Good afternoon, is everything still going according to plan?" Satomi asked, wondering if all was well in Beacon Hills, she knew Harry was working on a case but that was the extent of her knowledge. She also knew Harry's job was quite dangerous, and he dealt with people who had nothing to lose.

"Yes, we'll definitely be there, it's too important not to," Harry explained, glancing to his side when he sensed something. He wasn't quite that surprised to see Peter standing there like he owed the building, a cup of coffee in his hand. Listening intently to what was happening all around him, while listening to the conversation too. "Peter is here as well," he added switching to the loudspeaker, as he continued to work without him arm impeded. By the time he was done highlighting there were dozens of questionable money drops deposited into the account. A frown was marring his features, he had to find out where those deposits were coming from. There were just as many transfers from his accounts to others too.

"Hello, Peter, I'm pleased to hear about your recovery, I do hope you'll come with Harry this afternoon so we can meet up to hash out an alliance?" a hint of questioning in her voice. She wasn't used to dealing with Peter, it was usually Talia and her second – who had been Laura at that point – Peter had always been the left hand. The protector of the entire pack, so he was quite often busy. Still, she knew him well enough to be comfortable in his presence and knowing how resilient the Hales were to have survived so long, she knew they would thrive once again.

"It would be my pleasure," Peter said smoothly, no hint of the shock he was feeling, just like that? She knew his pack was non-existent, well practically, his own Beta was refusing to adhere to pack rules, and was being deliberately disobedient yet she wanted to make an alliance with him? He had assumed he would have lost any and all suggestions of an alliance the moment Harry told Satomi of the occurrences here at Beacon Hills territory. He knew he wouldn't have given himself the time of day, what with him being unable to control a single little Beta. He pondered on what exactly Harry had told Satomi and whether she was perhaps unaware of it.

"Good," Satomi said her tone relaxing further, "Your sister she was an amazing Alpha, and I have little doubt given time you will be too."

Peter bit his tongue to stop himself roaring at the phone that he was an alpha, a good one. "Thank you," Peter said, straining slightly to be polite.

"We will both be on the road as soon as Beacon Hill High school is let out," Harry added, "Does your pack know we're coming?"

"Of course, they must be made aware of any changes so as not to attack first think later," Satomi explained, very aware of the fact Harry was basically a novice when it came to pack politics. "Is there anything else you think I should be aware of when it comes to Scott?"

"I don't think so," Harry said, scrubbing his scruff on his jaw he needed to shave, which he did the Muggle way, despite the fact he had been first taught the magical way. "Just be prepared for a sulky brat," shrugging his shoulders almost tiredly, he'd done all he could for Scott, and this was only because he was Stiles best friend.

"I'm rather adept at handling that," Satomi confessed, she took in Omega teenagers, each of them remained with her instead of going hunting for another pack. That showed more than anything else what a good job she was doing, and not all of them were bitten wolves who had lost their pack.

Harry laughed humourlessly, "Yeah? I think he's going to succeed in pushing all our buttons before the night is out," and he wasn't kidding, Scott was just impossible. Oh, don't get him wrong, he hoped, sincerely hoped that Scott would get on with Satomi with her being new, different and a woman. Then there's also the fact that Scott's mother would be there, hopefully she'd curtail some of his attitude as well. "I'll see you in a few hours, Satomi, I want to squeeze in a bit more work before I come, even my evenings are being taken up these days. Oh, I'd very much like to meet the former members of the Talbot pack, I have news for them."

Satomi laughed, gave her upstanding and hung up with a quiet and respectful goodbye.

"Why are you looking into Argents finances?" Peter asked uttering the word with extreme prejudice.

"Because he was careful, very, very careful not to be directly involved in anything his daughters did," Harry revealed, leaning back in his chair, twisting it around so he could see Peter properly. "Which means despite all the evidence and names we have of Hunters there is still one thing missing, confessions and revelations of guilt. Even we need to find someone guilty before they're arrested, and only then can I get permission to use Veritaserum to get to the bottom of the truth." Suddenly very, very grateful he could hide his feelings behind occlumency walls, by Merlin, Peter was breath-taking, the clothes he was wearing were his own, or rather bought recently and they fitted him immaculately, suited him too. He dressed well, too well in his opinion. He made sure to keep his gaze level with Peter's as he spoke, "There's no doubt he's involved in some seriously shady shit, but the good thing is we can get information that the police wouldn't." it was the wonder of having magic.

Quickly snapping pictures of each piece of paper with statements on it, he uploaded them to an email and sent it off in a flash. Charlie would be able to dig into this for him and quickly too, she'd also get information that the police wouldn't. Charlie was a squib so she was aware of everything that was going on. He had no doubt it would be in his email within three to five hours, she had never let him down. She was a genius with computers, did things that boggled Harry's mind. Welcome to the electronics age he guessed.

"And if he hasn't directly got his hands dirty?" Peter questioned darkly, eyes gleaming with malice.

"Do you believe that is the case?" Harry enquired calmly, which eased some of the darkness from Peter's face.

"No," Peter confessed, Gerard was definitely guilty, he had undeniably got his hands dirty he'd bet his fortune on that.

"Then we will get him," Harry stated firmly. "It's only the matter of time."

Peter nodded mutely, he would very much prefer a hands on approach, but he realized with the magical world in the picture…if he did anything then his own life would be in jeopardy. Before he got better he wouldn't have cared about that, he would have done what was necessary, avenged his pack and gladly went on to meet his maker. Now though he had something to live for, a mate, his nephew who clearly needed direction, an alpha, and that was unquestionably him now. He refused to let the Argents take away his future, they'd already taken the majority of his pack and six years of his life.

For the next hour Harry got busy gleaning everything he could from the normal databases when it came to Gerard. Pinning all relevant information to boards. Mapping out everywhere he had been for the past seven years, from car rentals, property rentals, and it was all mismatched, but with facial recognition running, Harry was getting every single one of Argent's fake ID's and adding those names to the database and beginning to get a full picture.

All the while Peter and Harry talked, about nothing important, just likes and dislikes to jobs and things they had desired to do before life waylaid them. Peter did notice that Harry never once spoke of his past, never gave any indications of fond memories of parents, or even guardians. Normally Peter wouldn't be cautious about just outright asking, but this was his mate, he did not wish to scare him away.

Harry along with Peter – who was giving him directions – drove towards Beacon Hills High School, parking just as the bell went. Harry sighed softly, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as he stared ahead. He would have prayed to a god he didn't believe in just to get Scott to behave. If he screwed things up with Satomi…the nearest pack was hundreds of miles away. And that was if they would take the Beta, there was no guarantee they would. He couldn't keep the fact he was or had dated an Argent from them.

"Regretting helping him?" Peter asked, his tone bland, revealing none of his thoughts or feelings for his reluctant Beta. If there was one thing he regretted other than Laura it would be biting Scott McCall. What on earth had his wolf been thinking? Anyone, absolutely anyone would have been better. Unfortunately it wasn't his reality, and thankfully Satomi would be able to help the boy so his failure wasn't so blatant. He could sense the deep seated frustration, but who emotions were aimed at was a mystery. Given where they were, it wasn't difficult to deduce whom it was aimed at.

"No, despite my anger and frustration at him, he's a teenager, added with new wolfy emotions it isn't easy for him. He's rebelling, at least I hope that's all it is." Harry mused, he was trying to be understanding, but he was fast losing his patience with the boy.

"And if it's not?" Peter queried arching his eyebrow Harry's way.

"Then I honestly don't know," Harry confessed, rubbing his brow, "At the end of the day I can at least say I tried everything I could to help him." even if he wouldn't help himself. "I'll be right back," he added, leaving the car with the keys still in it, he made his way inside the main building. It didn't take him long to hear the sound of Stiles voice laced with sarcasm as it often was. A group of boys were making their way into a room, with what looked like Lacrosse gear slung over their shoulders.

He zoned in on a boy following them at a distance, hunched down as if he was hoping to avoid being seen. A pang of sympathy shot through him, wondering if the boy was bullied at school, given how tall he no doubt was, this surprised him. Not that bullies were deterred much when it came to their choice of victims. Surprise flickered through him, when the boy also entered the same room. So he was on the Lacrosse team as well, those that play sports in his opinion were rarely bullied, although Stiles and Scott had been regularly bullied.

Annoyance replaced all feelings when he saw Scott McCall with a girl for a few moments before he jogged over to the room and disappeared within with a reverential look on his face while looking at the girl. A girl he knew to be Allison Argent, did that boy have any self-preservation whatsoever? If he did it was a Flobberworm kind of self-preservation.

Fury soon replaced that annoyance, he'd told the boy he wasn't to play any sports, what the hell did he think he was doing? He'd been pretty fucking clear about how things were going to be. Avoiding any students that got in his way he made his way towards the room, and shoved the door open, his gaze landing on Scott McCall his green eyes flashing in seething anger.

"Uh-oh," Stiles murmured, glancing at Scott, he was definitely in trouble, he didn't think he'd seen Harry this pissed off, with the exception when Harry furiously laid into him for taunting who he knew now was Peter in Alpha form.

Scott just straightened up determinedly, his chin out in defiance, refusing to back down despite the fact his wolf was cowering.

Despite Scott being his focus of attention, he noticed that one of the boys had flinched and scooted away from the anger clearly blazing from Harry in droves. Green eyes flickered over and noticed it was the same boy from before. The fear was unbelievably bad, it made Harry's stomach twist unpleasantly vividly reminded of his own fear during his childhood.

"I see you're wanting arrested then, Scott?" Harry made no effort to keep his voice low. "You're completely ignoring the terms of the agreement laid out for you…will I be bringing you to the station or are you going to come with me and continue to let me oversee the terms of your probation?"

Stiles pursed his lips, the urge to say something sarcastic was strong but he definitely didn't want to get on Harry's bad side right now. Especially not when he was finally getting to learn magic. He could see how angry he was at Scott, and he didn't blame him. As a child of an officer of the law, he sort of realized just how far Harry had gone to help Scott on an official level. Harry had stuck his neck out for him, and Scott was acting as though he hadn't murdered anyone. Hell, Stiles was still struggling to come to terms with that fact himself.

Even Jackson was quiet which was very unlike the douche, it was bordering on bloody unreal.

Scott flushed red, his eyes getting a little wolfy as his anger got the better of him – as if often did. Although to Stiles surprise just as he was prepared to intervene Scott was distracted by his phone ringing. It was his mom, Stiles recognized the tune. In turn he brushed passed Harry and left the room, even doing so they could hear his whining.

"Stiles, inform your professor that Scott McCall will not be playing Lacrosse again, go on all of you, you're already late." Harry jerked his head for them to leave, no doubt their teacher would come looking for them.

Stiles twitched a little at the term 'Professor' but nodded his head, very aware that this was what they called their teachers at Hogwarts. Stiles was the first to move, Harry gave his neck a little squeeze as he passed, silently reassuring him, pack Stiles thought inwardly, they were acting like a pack, and Stiles loved it. To be part of something bigger, better, to have family that just wasn't his dad was…amazing. He wasn't alone, he could truly confide in Harry about everything.

Harry stepped in front of Isaac stopping him from leaving, Jackson was about to open his mouth before Stiles caught his attention and shook his head solemnly. He blinked in shock when Jackson actually listened to him, as he grabbed his stick before leaving the room. To prove he hadn't fully changed of course, he shoved Stiles as he left.

"That boy was assault, in front of a Federal agent, are you looking for a trip to the cells tonight?" Harry stated coolly not even looking in Jackson and Stiles direction.

Jackson swallowed thickly mouthing 'What the fuck…' before making his exit, hastily making his way to the field, not wishing to push his luck with the unknown Federal agent. He knew better than to mess with the law with his father being a lawyer, he reckoned even his dad wouldn't be able to get him out of any dispute with the law onside.

Stiles laughed in amusement, as he too disappeared without another word. He'd probably pay for it later when the shock wore off, but Stiles didn't much care. He'd forever remember and relish the look on Jackson's normally smug face. Man, too bad Teddy wasn't here, he would have loved it.

"Look at me," Harry said, his voice soft and soothing, a deep contrast to how he had been mere moments ago. Kneeling down so he was shorter than the boy.

Isaac did, out of fear of what this federal agent would do to him if he didn't do ask asked. There was nothing but warmth and sincerity in those green eyes, which eased him somewhat despite his reservations or best intentions. When there eyes met, Harry got everything he needed to know.

"Your father won't change," Harry said with deceptive mildness, inwardly he was furious over what he'd seen. "No matter how well you do in school, or out of it. It's him that's the problem, not you, it's never you despite what he tells you. You could be absolutely perfect at everything and he'd still find an excuse, its who he is."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Isaac immediately protested.

Harry just smiled sadly at him, "One day you'll realize you don't deserve what he's done to you. Now I know you don't want to end up in the system so I will make a promise to ensure you don't end up there." Isaac immediately began shaking his head, refusing to listen to him. "If you change your mind…this is my number, call me, and I will help you. If you don't trust my word…talk to Stiles." He handed over a piece of paper with his number on it, not his official one, no doubt such a thing upon his person would end up with him getting beaten.

Standing up, he added one last thing, "You deserve better Isaac," using his first name despite the fact he shouldn't know it.

Judging by the startled look on his face it had quickly dawned on him too.

With that Harry walked out of the room, and found Scott sitting on the bench still talking to his mother.

"Let's go," Harry commanded, refusing to be late to Satomi's.

To say the drive towards Satomi's was tense would be putting it bluntly. Peter and Harry were at the front, while Melissa and Scott were in the back of Harry's SUV. Scott had tried to go to Lacrosse practise. Fortunately for all concerned, his mother called him right then and demanded his compliance that if he didn't she would make sure he was put in a cell herself. For that Harry was grateful, it wasn't as though he could just force the boy out the school with everyone watching without raising a few eyebrows. He'd rather not have to obliviate anyone, especially not a school filled with children.

Instead of protesting, Scott was now sulking.

It didn't help that his mom had many questions and she was asking Peter a lot of them. All the while Scott was just steadily getting redder in the face at how good-mannered Peter was being. In Scott's view Peter was a monster, who had turned him into a monster and was now proceeding to turn his entire life upside down. He loathed both Peter and Harry in equal measures. It didn't help that school was going to be a nightmare, the entire Lacrosse team were going to be glaring at him, threatening him and worse…the entire school were going to side with the popular jocks. He'd go back to whom he used to be. The invisible asthmatic friend of a loudmouthed sarcastic boy who got on everyone's nerves.

"Adolescence is difficult even for born wolves who have perfect control over themselves," Peter answered her next question with rare patience. Perhaps it was the fact that the main player who had destroyed his pack was dead. Or perhaps it was because his task was more or less done, he had gotten his revenge after all. "My nieces and nephews had difficult times of it, but they knew when to back away from society. Derek played Basketball while in high school, with his strength it was risky, but he never once caused any concern, or lost control or focus while playing." Before the games were another thing altogether, in his last few years before the fire it had been difficult, more so after what happened to Paige.

Harry pursed his lips as he drove, Peter was giving subtle digs at Scott all the while being very refined while answering Melissa's questions. That was the fifth one in the half hour drive already. He wasn't sure whether Scott was understanding though, considering his face was just as red as it had been ever since he had stood in front of the teen demanding he come with him.

"How long does it take for a werewolf to master control?" Melissa asked, a concerned frown on her face, as she listened intently to everything Peter said.

"These are the sort of questions I expected from Scott," Harry interrupted the conversation, glancing at Melissa from behind his dark sunglasses before turning back to the empty road. "But unfortunately he hasn't asked any questions. Its why this has been necessary, I am hoping with someone outside of this entire mess may be able to give him the solace he needs in order to come to terms with everything."

"It's not a matter of how long, it's a matter of finding ones anchor," Peter continued after Harry finished speaking, "A true anchor that will outlast feeble emotions. Satomi has a lot of experience taking in Omega's and making them part of her pack, she's coached dozens if not more teenagers and adults in gaining control. She will have a greater understanding on Scott's outlook than I," not only was Satomi bitten like Scott, but with so many Omega's coming and going she had probably gained unique insight into their thoughts and feelings. He saw the bite as a gift, he couldn't conceive Scott's thoughts being anything other than positive. Plus, he had been born a werewolf, he had no 'desire' to be human or anything of the sort while Scott obvious did want to be human again…the hypocrite he was, also using his new strength to garner acolytes and praise and become popular.

"These lessons will definitely help him?" Melissa asked, quite relieved to hear that. It meant she definitely had to take him to each and every one of them. She would not let her son become lost. No, he would most definitely gain control, pay for his crimes – although truthfully she'd never been able to forget he had taken a life – and make something of his future.

"They will only help if Scott is willing to learn and listen," Harry said grimly, "Otherwise she will be just wasting her valuable time." And it was valuable, she was helping those that were lost, who willingly wanted to learn before they hurt the ones they loved or innocent people. Thankfully she was all too willing to help Scott, mostly because he had called in his favour, she had said she owed him for saving her life and the rest of her pack by extension. She'd been very happy to clean the slate where the debt was concerned. To Harry it said a lot about her age, in this day and age nobody really cared about debts. Just thought people did things out of the goodness of their hearts. Which he had done, it most certainly hadn't been in a bid to gain a debt from her.

Scott scowled and gritted his teeth, hating the fact they were talking about him as if he wasn't there. The urge to speak out was strong, almost as strong as his sulking desire to remain silent no matter what. Childishly refusing to let them get the better of him, or think they were. Unfortunately for Scott he didn't realize just how much of an open book he was…or as Harry would say…he wore his emotions on his sleeve, much as Harry used to do as a teenager.

He opened his mouth to demand that they stop talking about him as though he wasn't there.

"We're here," Harry replied, turning into a dirt road with nothing but trees surrounding them with 'private property' signs posted. He slowed the SUV down a bit as he began to speak clearly and concisely to Scott and Melissa. "Wait for the Alpha to speak first, bare your neck, don't try and shake her hand, scents are important to werewolves, they hate having to do the human gestures," before long they made their way passed the trees to a large property with a lot of land surrounding them.

In the clearing there were over a dozen werewolves fully shifted, fighting each other, but it was clearly friendly fights as they weren't truly hurting one another. There was a woman watching them all with eagle eyes, giving comments or criticisms on their footwork or the way they were fighting or urging them to change the way they lunged to attack.

One glance at them from Satomi, the one watching over her pack, she informed them that their lesson was over for today. They did not waste any time whatsoever in returning to the house shoving at each other grinning happily as their visages became human once more. Two of her pack were called to her side, which they did without argument or pause, they listened to their Alpha, without even stopping to think.

"Talbot pack?" Harry guessed correctly.

"I cannot scent them from here," Peter stated, stepping out of the vehicle, his eyes flashing red as he dipped his neck to the side in deference to Satomi and letting her know he was friendly and not there for a fight. Which she already knew of course, but manners had to be observed after all. In turn Satomi's eyes flashed back a wide welcoming smile appearing on her face. "Yes," he finally answered Harry's question after getting a full waft of their scents even across the clearing.

"Alpha Hale!" she called as she made her way towards them, nodding in approval as the humans – which included Harry even though he was a wizard – who showed the proper deference to her position in her pack and the fact they were on her territory. "It's so good to see you again, I am pleased to hear of your recovery. And I am so sorry for your loss, Talia was…a good friend, and our packs were allies." It may have happened years ago, but this was the first time she had seen him. Genuine sorry and sadness waved from the Alpha showing she meant her words. Repeating her earlier sentiments in a different way.

"Alpha Satomi," Peter said, deferent to her, "Thank you for welcoming me to your home, I wish you and your pack well. Thank you for your condolences, and I hope we can be allies once more."

Melissa watched what was happening deeply uncomfortable, this was so out of the realm of her normal every day life that she felt very odd standing there. Deference's, the way they were speaking, it was very much weird were packs always this way? She wanted to ask but didn't dare to, after all she had been told to wait until the Alpha spoke to her first, even then she had no idea what she could or couldn't do. She couldn't mess this up for her son. She knew, knew that this was Scott's last chance before he had his freedom ripped from him.

"Of course, Peter, I wish for nothing more," Satomi said seriously, "Do you wish to inform them or shall I?" smiling warmly at Harry, who had her complete and total trust.

"I will," Harry said, turning to face the two teenagers who'd had their entire lives turned upside down when their pack was killed. He could see how apprehensive they were, worried they were going to be removed from all they knew and sent somewhere else. They knew deep down that Satomi would never do that, she had never done so in the past, so the likelihood of it happening was slim but it didn't help their fears fade.

"You will be pleased to know the hunter called Kate Argent…who was the one responsible for the attack on your pack has paid the price." Harry said solemnly, time didn't make the pain go away, you learned to live with it, and it just hurt a little less as the emotions weren't quite so wound up all the time. "What goes around comes around, she will never harm another soul again," he added, giving both an understanding nod, that she had died in pain and flames and ash and soot.

"Good," the brother and sister said in sync, eyes flashing supernaturally gold, feeling nothing but sweet relief and satisfaction that their old pack, their family was finally avenged after all this time. Now understanding why Satomi had desired that they remained behind while the others had gone inside.

"Wait a minute! She's dead? I need to talk to Allison!" Scott said in blind panic.

Harry winced at Scott's words, yes, this was going as badly as he dreaded.

Peter grimaced, and rolled his eyes, refusing to show any other signs of just how exasperating this situation with McCall actually was.

"Allison? As in Allison Argent? You've brought a wolf that's associating willingly with the Argent family here?" Brett Talbot spitting the word 'associating' as if he truly wanted to call it something else. He stepped away from Scott as if he had found him frothing at the mouth, glancing around the area as if he was expecting an attack to come at any moment.

"Don't you dare," Melissa stepped in front of her son, preventing him from leaving, unless he wanted to hurt her that was. These children must be one of the children of the families killed in those fires. She had read the newspaper this morning, seeing how many had been killed…it made the reality of what Peter, Harry and Derek told her all the more grim.

Brett's sister wasn't reacting any better, those inside either, as they were all going on the defensive.

"None of the Argents will know about this place, believe me, he's fully incapable of discussing anything supernatural related with them," Harry promised the panicked teenagers. Feeling sick as he got glimpses of memories of the fire that had cost them their entire packs, how young Brett had become an Alpha, and how he'd willingly rescinded control to Satomi and became a Beta. "I know it doesn't make sense at the moment, but trust in your Alpha to keep you safe. I am sure she will tell you everything when she has a chance." Inform them about magic, Scott didn't know about it and quite frankly Harry didn't want the entirety of his abilities revealed to the werewolf. He like the others didn't truly trust Scott not to end up giving it away.

Melissa watched everyone's reactions to the name 'Argent' and honestly, after all she heard she couldn't blame them. She felt nothing but sadness and sympathy for all of them. Nobody deserved to fear for their lives because of prejudice and hatred just because they were werewolves. She was also beginning to realise…her son would find no friends here, not while he was consorting with the Argent's, perhaps not even afterwards. Even his own kind were going to be afraid to be near him in case he was betraying them. When she first saw them all she'd been so hopeful, here Scott could find acceptance with his own kind, would learn to accept himself and his wolf. From people his own age no less.

"Mom, come on, we need to go back," Scott was completely ignoring everything, every protocol, every safeguard, the very essence of leadership that makes a pack.

"I can see what you mean," Satomi stated, despite her small stature and kind older woman features, she had a silent strength about her. "I don't think I've seen such disrespect before," and that was saying something for she had been taking in strays for decades, giving them a better life.

"You don't know anything about me!" Scott argued, indignantly eyes flashing supernaturally blue even going a little hairy around his face.

Harry's shoulders slumped as he shook his head unconsciously, weary to the extreme, Merlin he was exhausted. He'd rather take on a dragon again than continue to face this. He might not be a werewolf, or have known about this kind for long…but he knew regardless that Scott was messing up completely. He wasn't looking forward to having to explain to the President of MACUSA that Scott was incontrollable, which certainly seems to be the case.

Every werewolf in the vicinity drew in breath as one, nobody spoke to the Alpha like that, especially not an Alpha who had invited you into their territory, their home, the very place they guard most secretly. It was a sign of faith, of unwavering trust, and Scott was trampling all over it. It took everything in Peter not to show Scott just how little control he could have in this life.

Satomi drew in a breath before she unleashed her red eyes and roared at Scott, the results were immediate, Scott's wolf cowered in subservience to the Alpha. "Your control is on very shaky ground," Satomi stated firmly, "A small argument and you're almost transforming, has this happened before?" glancing at Harry and Peter in silent query, Harry had not said his control was this bad.

Peter's eyes were red, they went that way the second Satomi roared Scott into submission.

"Unfortunately, yes, even his own best friend isn't safe from his…anger, he's almost killed Stiles twice, that's the sheriff's son, by the way," Harry explained, "He won't learn from me or Peter…you're my last resort, Scott's last chance," stating that to Scott so that he understood just on how thin the layer of ice he was on. "If I cannot help him…then help will be forced upon him from behind bars."

"The sheriff's son?" Satomi eyes flashing red again, "He's close to completely exposing us?"

"I won't let that happen," Harry reassured her. "I'm going to have to talk to my boss about this since he's refusing to adhere to the probation I've offered him to prevent life in prison." He threw this part at Scott who paled even further at the words. Scott was going to have to stop his games, otherwise it was game over for him.

"Please don't," Melissa said, shaking from her stupor over what she'd just seen, "He's just having a difficult time of it, give him another chance," she was terrified of losing her son.

"I'm all out of chances, Mrs. McCall, I was out of bloody chances when he killed a girl because he refused to listen to anyone!" Harry's voice was loud and stained as if he was preventing himself from launching into an attack. Either that or stopping himself from roaring his anger from the rooftops.

"Let's see if we can change his ways, shall we?" Satomi said calmly, laying a hand on Harry's arm, "Mrs. McCall, I'm sure you have many questions, why don't you follow me? I will answer what I can while Robert, my Second, takes Scott to let off some of that pent up energy he has." Almost immediately there was another wolf on the scene, Robert they'd bet.

Peter automatically lay his own hand on Harry, removing the fresh scent of Satomi had put on his mate. He received an amused quirk of Harry's lips in turn for his actions before they all entered the house. Except Scott and Robert, who were already running, even from where they were they knew Scott was scowling but too worried too disobey again so soon. Especially given how easily his wolf had buckled in the face of an Alpha. It would have been a shock to his system, especially considering how immediate it was. He'd been able to fight off Peter due to his temporarily insanity. Satomi had a powerful pack to back her up, which made her increasingly more powerful than Peter.

Three hours later, Harry was more than ready to return home. Melissa had questioned Satomi until the Alpha was almost blue in the face. Fortunately Satomi was very patient with her, answering each of her questions without leaving any details out. Including what would happen to her son if she outed them to the general population. Not that Melissa needed it, she was already aware of the consequences of her son revealing the supernatural world.

Satomi had also discussed the Argent's in depth along with the rest of the known hunter network. Giving her names to watch out for, in order to best protect her son. Scott was present for much of the discussion after running for over an hour and a half. He had been exhausted enough that there hadn't been a single complaint other than him stating he hadn't been this out of breath since his Asthma cleared up.

Every werewolf avoided Scott like he had a bad case of rabies. Even Robert, who Satomi would tell them, was the friendliest of her pack, refused to draw Scott into a conversation during the meeting. They didn't trust him, the knowledge that he was dating an Argent was making him persona non grata so to speak. Everyone had heard him, and until Scott was gone, they wouldn't have the reassurances they sought from Satomi on the real realization that Scott truly couldn't inform the Argents of anything. They had taken the time to introduce themselves to Peter though, who was now considered 'friend' to the pack.

This included talking to Allison about the fact her aunt was dead.

"Well this is…unexpected," Harry said thoughtfully, reading through the email he'd received from Charlie.

Peter glanced Harry's way, trying to see what had caught his mates attention.

"Later," he insisted, refusing to discuss this where Scott was present.

Peter merely nodded his head in acceptance to the terms, not even needing to read the situation to know why Harry wished to wait.

"The rest of your questions will have to wait," Harry stated to Melissa, who seemed to be the mouthpiece for Scott, asking anything werewolf related. "I'm afraid I have a busy evening ahead of me, I promised Derek to help him with something and I don't intend to break that promise. You'll forgive us for leaving so soon, perhaps we can return in a few days and share a celebratory meal then?" on a day that Scott wouldn't be here training. He did wonder if Satomi would find it difficult to help with her entire pack against the idea of Scott being there. She would chose her pack over Scott and their deal hand's down and Harry honestly didn't blame her. He hoped it wouldn't come that though.

Cora, Peter thought, a strange mixture of excitement and guilt filling him. Getting her here again so they could be a family, a pack was making him and his wolf over the moon so to speak. Yet doubts plagued him, would she be able to forgive him for Laura? He hadn't been in his right mind…but that didn't help Derek for the longest time. It wasn't going to be easy, at least not until they knew what Cora had been through…Christ he felt conflicted, part of him hoped she had a pack, the rest of him hoped that she hadn't for fear that she'd break her brothers heart by remaining with them.

"Of course," Satomi said gracefully standing, "I do hope to see the rest of your pack, Peter, so proper introductions could be made."

"I will arrange a get together as soon as I have a date and time when my entire pack is available," Peter vowed seriously. Building alliances was something that required doing, and he would need them at one point or another just as his sister had required her contacts and allies during tough times. Regretfully it hadn't saved his family in their true time of need. That fault did not lie with their allies though, and he did not blame them all for going underground after the attack. For without a doubt, Talia would have done the same thing and gone underground with the pack too if news reached them of such a devasting attack. Those that did not…well they paid a very heavy price indeed.

By entire pack he did include Teddy, Jimmy and Stiles they would love getting together with a whole new host of Were's and bombard them with questions. He did wonder what the rest of Satomi's pack would think of his own.

They were about to be introduced to a whole new world, Satomi knew only a little bit, this would blow them all away.

It took until Scott and his mom were a mile away from them before Peter questioned Harry, "What happened earlier? What did you find out?" Peter observed Harry grinning in genuine amusement, evidently he'd predicted that he would do this. He had been sitting impatiently waiting for them to get out the damn car after a half-hour drive to return to Beacon Hills.

"Gerard Argent has cancer," Harry explained, Merlin, his bed was calling to him, he was exhausted. Yet he couldn't sleep yet, not only did he have to retrieve Cora, he had Stiles coming tonight to practice his magic. Without a wand or anything to focus on it wasn't going to be easy, he meant it when he told Stiles it would take years to harness his magic.

There we go! Another chapter for you all to enjoy...I wonder how long in the timeline it is before the 'Alpha' pack makes its appearance...I'll need to check on that one! So, will Cora already be making her way towards Beacon Hills or will Harry and the others be introduced to the pack that's taken in Cora and protected her? I do like the idea of them getting into a fight with another pack :D will Peter realize Derek desperately needs training during this stint? Or will Derek actually be quite an adept fighter? changing it up a bit? Learning from Peter would make him quite a formidable foe after all! Will Scott be allowed back into the pack only to betray them or will Scott behave after calming down? R&R please!