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Two-Pack II

"Well, got to say, I wasn't expecting that." Scott admitted as he and Isaac looked at Camden and Rakaisha in shock, and as the couple split up from their kiss, Camden turned to look at his brother and his boyfriend.

"Huh, is it me or are they taking the news that I've had a djinn living in my arm since we left Afghanistan pretty well?" he asked, and Isaac gaped a little, trying to find some way to break the news to him, but he was beat to the mark by his apparent soon to be sister in law.

"Oh honey isn't is obvious? They're supernatural too." She told him airily, and he sent her a chiding look.

"Honey, just because the two of them are together doesn't mean they're any different from normal." He scolded and she rolled her eyes, and both boys grinned.

"That isn't what I meant. They're like me, they're supernatural. They're werewolves dear." She told him, and he looked at her in shock, before turning to Scott and Isaac, as if seeking confirmation.

"What? No they're not, I've known Isaac all his life, he's never turned into a hairy beast at any time." He protested, his voice rising in slight panic.

Rakaisha cocked her head, her eyes flickering green as she looked at the two boys.

"Hmm, that'll be because he's a bitten wolf," she pondered, approaching the two boys, but it was Scott who drew her gaze, "but this one…ah he's the Alpha, and Isaac, his prime Beta. But Scott, he's the True Alpha!" she gasped in realisation and Scott sagged in annoyance.

"Huh, not that nonsense, not you too!" he protested, but Isaac was more interested in Camden's reaction, as he was looking at the two boys in alarm.

"Werewolves? Alpha? What the heck's a True Alpha? I'm so confused." He whined, and Isaac grinned.

"It's ok bro, don't panic." He assured him, and Rakaisha looked at him pityingly.

"Beloved, I told you there was more than just djinns in the world. What did you expect?" she asked, and Camden spluttered, just as Melissa came up the stairs.

"Alright boys, I think it's time I got some answers, about Agravaine and whatever the hell else is going on in this town. Evening hen," she said kindly to Rakaisha before turning back to the boys, "and just between you and me, these constant dices with death-jesus!" Melissa exclaimed, finally registering that Rakaisha was in fact someone new as the occupants of the room stared at her in increasing disbelief.

XX

"So you're a genie?" Scott asked as the lot of them sat around the kitchen table over a cup of tea, with both Camden and Melissa looking like they were seriously regretting not making their beverages continental with a little dash of something stronger, and Rakaisha pondered her answer.

"As you would understand it yes, but we prefer djinn." She explained, and Scott looked at her in excitement, and Camden's eyes widened as he could see where this was going.

"So you're like the genie in Aladdin!" he exclaimed in excitement, and Camden winced as Rakaisha's eyes flashed green.

"No. We are an ancient and noble race, are all normal colours (though our dress sense can be a bit garish admittedly), and we most certainly do no go around singing 'Friend Like Me'." She hissed, peeved and Isaac sniggered as Scott looked kind of crestfallen by this pronouncement.

In order to wipe the downhearted look off his boyfriend's face more than anything else, he cocked his head at his soon to be sister in law curiously.

"So how does the wishes part work then? I take it that does work?" he asked, and she nodded, though pondered how she was going to answer the question.

"Alright. In human terms I'm quite old, so your brother is basically marrying a woman about twenty times his age," she said, and the other three looked at Camden, who to his credit looked completely unbothered, "but in the terms of the djinn, I'm still quite young, I've not even at half a millennia yet. As a result, I'm not that powerful. You see, I became bonded to Cam. So, using that stupid Disney movie that so dishonoured my species," she said, breathing deeply in vexation, "he was technically my Aladdin, my master, but without the pet monkey and wearing undergarments as apparel and thinking that's acceptable. We don't have a limit on the number of wishes, not really, but three is the accepted number that we can use. But because I'm so young it takes a lot of energy for me to grant wishes, and to do it the way I did it, by accessing pure power and granting his wish properly, I had to also desire his wish for myself. So that, combined with the fact that there was only selflessness behind his wish, and he made the wish without knowing what I was, meant that I could achieve it properly." She explained, but the three of them looked totally lost, as did Camden too to be fair, and she rethought her approach.

"Alright, think of it like this. Say Melissa was my master. Now, we may be friends, but there isn't an intense connection like there is between me and Camden. So say for her first wish, she wishes for a lot of money. I'm not strong enough to just click my fingers and the money appears right in her account, everyone goes home happy. I need to do it a different way. Now as djinns as tricksters and schemers, say Melissa wished for a lot of money. I would, as she was still my master, but not my be all and end all, grant it. But in order for her to get said money, her mom would die, and she would inherit the money from her estate at the end of the process. You see what I mean? Rules govern the granting of wishes. Even if Camden wanted a lot of money, despite my bond with him, I would probably click my fingers and he would receive another big pay out from the army for assuming he was dead or something like that. Being so young, I'm not powerful enough to actually grant your wish the way you would want it granted, I have to make the best of it that I can with my limited power. Ancient djinns, like the ones that make up the Kaf, they can grant wishes like that, which is why they are the Kaf, they remove themselves as pawns so humans can't find them and have an army of djinns working for them. You made that wish to one of them, the next day you win the lottery, everyone's happy. I'm not that strong. But that doesn't mean I can't grant pure wishes. Camden's wish to escape, so he could make his way home and find Isaac, that was a pure wish. It wasn't made out of selfishness, as most human wishes are prone to be, it was selfless. On top of that, I'm in love with Cam, and so because I am, his wishes are that little easier to grant, I can use our love as a power boost. And on top of that, I also wanted him to escape. Even if he escaped without me, because I wanted him to escape so he could be free because I love him, I wanted it, which means I had three different circles of power backing me up. So I granted his wish, and then, we proved that the Taliban are no match for the powers of a soldier and a pissed off djinn." She said fondly, and he took her hand and kissed it, his eyes never leaving her and Scott could smell the love they had for each other.

The other three looked at each other, and Melissa nodded slowly, and finally admitting defeat, she headed over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. She poured five glasses, finishing the bottle with a look of disgust, and was about to throw it away when Rakaisha pointed her finger at the bottle and replenished it, and Melissa's face broke into a brilliant smile.

"She's my new best friend!" she exclaimed and hugged the djinn, who laughed.

"So how does one like that work?" Isaac asked, genuinely curious, and she smirked.

"Well, technically I'm not meant to do that, but, well new country, new home, new people, I want to make a good impression. And besides, we're going to have to catch Cam up on the supernatural, you'll need to explain about these dogs I've been hearing about, and well…we'll need wine." She said, and Camden accepted the wine but looked at Rakaisha worriedly.

"Won't it cause problems?" he asked nervously, and she looked slightly nervous.

"It shouldn't, but saving you earlier probably tripped some wires." She admitted, and clinked her glass with Melissa.

"Problems with who? This Kaf that you mentioned?" Scott asked, watching as his delighted mother drank her wine as Isaac clinked glasses with Camden.

Rakaisha looked worried, took a sip of her wine and set the bottle down.

"Yes. The Kaf are the council, there are seven of them, and they are the most powerful djinn in existence. They rule our little slice of the world." She explained, and Isaac cocked his head.

"So like the Fivefold and the Beasturo?" he asked, and Melissa looked at them, completely lost.

"Who?" she demanded, her voice shrill, and Scott waved her off.

"Later mom." He replied, and Rakaisha patted Melissa's arm before nodding.

"Exactly, but we're more akin to the Fivefold than the Beasturo, they're the big guns, then the Fivefold, then there's all sorts of groups like us, governing their own little bits of the supernatural world. You see, the Kaf are divided. While the body as a whole doesn't support the Taliban, there are enough of them who do. So, because I betrayed the man I was originally bonded to, the leader of the cell who captured Camden in the first place, I exposed the existence of the supernatural even though I left no survivors, and because I killed a prominent member of the Taliban and his entire cell when he and they were favourites of certain members of the Kaf, I earned myself a massive price on my head. There's seven members of the Kaf, and upsetting any of them is a bad idea, but because of the nature of our species and our primary location and our involvement in all that, even two of them supporting the Taliban is bad enough, but three do, which means the others, while outvoting them, can't override them. I upset three members of the Kaf, and less because of the Taliban ties than my exposure of our kind and betraying my master, the Marid, he's the leader of the Kaf, would have had to side with them too. I have a price on my head, and now that I've left Camden's body, whoever they've sent after me will be coming for me, to put me down for everything I've done." She said, her voice coloured with fear, and Camden wrapped his hand around hers, nuzzling her cheek a little with his nose.

"He won't get you." He vowed quietly and she smiled sadly at him in reply, and Melissa's eyes widened in realisation.

"Oh now I get it, that's why you had to go into Camden's arm, to escape, because if you angered the ones who support the Taliban," she began, and Rakaisha nodded, finishing her sentence for her.

"If they sensed me leaving the country with the man I betrayed my own master for, who is an American no less, they would have done everything they could to stop me and they would have killed us. So, the assassin they've sent after me also couldn't track me, he might have been watching Cam, but without proof that I was with him, he couldn't attack. Now, I'm free, and I've used my powers, and I used them in a big way to protect Camden from that revenant earlier. I'm sorry Scott, to bring another supernatural problem to your town, and if I'd had my way, I'd have waited until you were down at least one of your multitude of villains before I acted, but saving Camden and exposing myself so you two wouldn't fall out, well, it's kind of lit up the fact that I'm alive and here like a Christmas tree." She lamented, and Scott looked at her, strangely touched.

"Hey, don't worry, you're the first creature who's tried to reduce the amount of problems we've got, thanks." He said, impressed, and she grinned.

"So this assassin, does he just keep coming until you're dead?" Isaac asked, sounding slightly anxious, he was already liking his future sister in law, and Rakaisha shook her head.

"No. If I should kill him, that'll be it. I will be exiled from the Kaf, but I will still have all my powers, and theoretically, my exile can end, should one of the members I've so pissed off snuff it. If the one who's favourite I was bound to dies, then in theory I should be invited back regardless of the protests of the other Taliban supporters. But, if I don't kill him, and I've got a vague idea who they've sent after me, then I die, Camden dies, and most likely whoever gets in his way also dies." She finished lamely, and Melissa groaned.

"Us in other words? Marvellous." She sighed, and headed for more wine, topping up their glasses, while Camden looked at her apologetically.

"I'm sorry Melissa, like Kaisha said, we wanted to hold off on this, until we were settled and we could deal with it ourselves, but, you know…" he trailed off, and Scott shook his head.

"Hey, you've shown more consideration than all the other things we've had come through here combined. And since you seem to be a good guy, I suppose I can grant you asylum, would that work? Am I even allowed to do that?" he asked Isaac curiously, and his boyfriend shrugged, and Rakaisha smiled, tilting her head.

"Did you just accept Camden and I into your pack?" she asked, strangely touched, and Scott grinned as he felt the pleading look of his boyfriend beseeching him, and he nodded.

"Well, Camden is Isaac's brother, and I know what he was hiding now, and yeah I suppose so." He said with a smile and Isaac kissed him happily, while Camden clasped hands with him, smiling, while Rakaisha bowed her head.

"Jazakallah." She said thankfully, and Scott shrugged a little.

"You're welcome." He replied, assuming that was the correct response.

Isaac looked at Rakaisha, who smiled at him.

"So, who do you reckon's coming after you?" he asked, and she exhaled through her teeth, looking less than pleased with the thought.

"If I'm right, he's a monstrous creature. He's another djinn, and he's a favourite of the same guy who's the most ticked off that I slaughtered my way out with Cam. His name is Ifrit. He is utterly without mercy, utterly dedicated, and utterly single minded. If you want someone found and put down, you send him. He's not a nice guy. He's incredibly powerful, he controls fire and shadow, and he is the best assassin we have. He's extremely good at his job, and he takes great pleasure and pride in his work. Yeah, you can see why I'm kind of worried." She said, seeing the worried look on Isaac's face, and Scott sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Great, just what we need. Well he can get in the queue, there's other bad guys to deal with and they were here first. We'll think of something." He assured her, and she smiled softly.

"Thank you." She whispered, and Melissa looked curiously at Camden.

"So, did you propose to her when you got out?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Well, we escaped together and we loved each other and all that, but I didn't propose till I was leaving Afghanistan. I snuck out of the hotel and went to the best jeweller I could find and used every penny I had to get her a ring, I got access to a few backdated pays. So I got the ring, and just as she was getting to go in my arm, I asked her." He said, blushing a little, and Rakaisha reached out, allowing Melissa to inspect her golden ring, which was simple and elegant, with an elegant swirling symbol carved into it.

"Nice." Melissa admitted, and she grinned.

"I obviously said yes, so Isaac, I hope you don't mind that I'll wind up being your big sister one day." She asked hopefully, and he grinned.

"Hey, you sprang my brother from the Taliban and brought him home, I'm hardly going to stop that." He told her and she smiled and patted his hand, while Melissa sighed, taking another sip of wine before turning to the two boys.

"Alright, we're up to speed on them. So, what's your issue, and what's the deal with the big bad?" she asked, and the boys sighed, sipping their own wine, resigned to telling her everything.

XX

"So we now know djinns exist. Kind of cool." Scott said now that they were alone in their room, looking at Isaac nervously.

"Yeah she is." Isaac said fondly, and Scott rolled his eyes, smiling, yeah Rakaisha had won over Camden's baby brother, she was definitely a keeper.

Isaac then turned to Scott, looking nervous.

"I owe you an apology." He said, his eyes sad, but when Scott opened his mouth to protest, he held up a finger to quieten him.

"You were right, Camden was hiding something from me, and I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I was unfair to you, and I know you're only looking out for me." He admitted, and Scott sighed, and got to his feet, taking Isaac's hands in his own and wrapping one arm around his waist, leaning their foreheads together.

"Hey, I owe you an apology too. You told me Camden was good and that he wasn't trying to kill us, but you were right, I was jealous, and I let that make me a little bit crazier and more protective of you than I usually am. So, we were both right, and we were both wrong. Leave it at that huh?" he asked hopefully, and Isaac's reply was to kiss him deeply before shoving him towards the bed, the outside world forgotten, for now, it was just the two of them.

He then stripped off his top, revealing his gorgeous body, and he grinned as he saw Scott start to get excited, and he ran his hand up under his boyfriend's tshirt, then seized it, stripping it off and running his hand over his boyfriend's well developed chest.

"You know, I feel sorry for your mom." He lamented, and Scott looked at him as if he were crazy.

"What, why?" he demanded in alarm, after all, he hardly wanted to be thinking of his mother when his boyfriend was feeling frisky.

Isaac grinned.

"She's the only person in this house not getting laid tonight." He purred, and Scott grinned as Isaac inserted his tongue into his mouth, the two of them falling back onto the bed to chip away that last, lingering bit of frost in their relationship, while next door, Camden and Rakaisha made the most of being reunited in the flesh.

XX

Haigh downed the last of his coffee, which had now gone cold as he sat in the café that Isaac worked in. He enjoyed this place, but since the prison break had occurred, he had been coming here more often than usual, simply because it was where Isaac worked. While his hours were much reduced now school had resumed, he still did his small shifts, and as a result, Haigh kept coming here, hoping he would one day catch the kid.

He knew the sheriff wouldn't approve. In fact the sheriff would be outright furious if he knew that Haigh was lingering here in order to pounce on Isaac, but Isaac, according to all the files, was the only person left in town who knew the most about Derek Hale. He knew that the band of kids that orbited around the sheriff's oddball son were all weird, and all knew Derek and were keeping quiet, but Isaac was the one who'd lived with him, and he was the best chance of finding him now that he was on the run from the law.

The Hales were responsible for the death of his sister, and Derek was the last Hale. He would be the one to bring him to justice, and then he would see him rot in prison for what had happened to his sister when he had been visiting them at their house when Hale's entire family had been cremated. He would see Derek go down for those murders, and then, his sister would be able to rest that little bit easier.

But he had no idea where Derek now was. He had checked everywhere he might be, at least that he could think of, and that was why he needed Isaac, alone and without the benefit of the sheriff or worse his overprotective boyfriend hanging over his shoulder. Isaac had been looked after by Derek when the kid's father had died, and if anyone in town had any idea where he might be, it would be him. Haigh couldn't shake the feeling that Derek was still in town, he didn't believe he'd have fled town, and if anyone could help him find him, it would be Isaac, after all, he was the only person who knew him best.

But where would he be? It was curious, there was a gap in Derek's records, and in Isaac's and Vernon Boyd (another kid who Derek seemed to have taken in) addresses. Between moving from the Hale house in the reserve and into the loft where those men had been murdered, there was a period where Derek had no fixed abode, and Haigh couldn't help but feel that if he could figure out where they had been, then he would be able to find Derek, but where was it, where had they stayed in that period between Derek's two homes? Finding the answer to that question, that was the key, if he did that, Derek would be his.

The couple at the next table then stood up, but Haigh paid them no attention as he listed possible hiding places in his mind…at least until the man laid his hand on the table. Haigh looked up at the man, and something about him niggled, he looked familiar, but that thought was soon driven from his mind.

"We have a mutual problem. Derek Hale." The man said, and Haigh looked at him with renewed interest, but it was then the woman who took his attention.

She was well built, clad in black, with long blond hair, and he was sure her eyes flashed green for a second as she smiled down at him, a chilling predatory smile that left Haigh convinced that this was a very dangerous woman

"We think you have the best chance of finding him. And we can help you." She said, and Haigh grinned up at her, looking at her hungrily.

"Tell me more." He asked, and the two of them grinned.

Kate then pulled up a chair as she and Ricard sat down at Haigh's table and they started to talk. She had gone to too much trouble framing Derek to let him wriggle out of it now. And Haigh, he could very well be the weapon she needed to make sure that Derek was locked up in prison, or put in the ground, where he belonged.

XX

"Your dad still mad they beat us?" Killian asked, and Brett scowled as he nodded as they made their way into school the next day, all of them dressed in their uniform.

"It's just a game." Belle, the blonde girl that Brett quite liked and was trying to make more than a friend, said with exasperation, but she was met by hostile glares from all three boys.

"It's more than a game. And besides, it's worse because Dunbar beat us!" Jake spat, and Brett nodded, though inside he was conflicted.

The entire thing with Liam was such a mess. He hadn't wanted his dad to bench Liam in their last game together, but he had out of spite, and then things had spiralled out of control when Liam had lost it. Yeah he was angry, and his dad, who had had Liam kicked out, was now even angrier because he made his dad look like an idiot as the kid who he and his son had been so threatened by was now part of the same team that had beaten them the night before.

Brett was angry, and he had been humiliated, but his father was even angrier that he had once again been outsmarted and humiliated by the same kid that he had worked so hard to get thrown out of school.

The root of it was, he respected Liam. The thing was, he couldn't see how they had been beaten. Yeah Liam was good and the Cyclones weren't exactly an easy team to beat, but there had been something else behind all of it. They had become increasingly savage, both teams had, yet despite all the benefits Davenport had on its side, Beacon Hills had still won.

There just had to be an explanation. There just had to be.

XX

"Jesus H Christ!" came the yell from the kitchen and Stiles ran through to see his dad wafting a towel at the smoking toaster, swearing as he did so.

"What happened?" he asked, coughing a little as the acrid smoke filled his lungs.

"Bloody thing shorted out, could have blown my hand off if I hadn't noticed. Don't worry I'm fine." His dad assured him, his eyes watering with the smoke.

"You sure?" Stiles asked worriedly, and the sheriff nodded.

"Silly accident, can happen to anyone." He assured his son, but for some reason Stiles didn't look appeased as he looked at the smoking toaster suspiciously.

XX

"Yeah but Scott isn't exactly dealing with the threats is he?" Aiden asked, feeling treasonous just by saying it, and Lydia sighed.

"Well no, but to be fair, we're basically under siege here, we've got bad guys coming out of our ears and it's only getting worse." She complained, while Ethan looked at her hesitantly.

"Yeah, you're right there, but we had the chance to finish one of the bad guys, the one who's determined to make your head her new centrepiece and he didn't take the opportunity to finish her. What does he expect to do, preach them to death?" he asked, and both his twin and the banshee glared at him, and he held up his hands in surrender.

"Hey, I love Scott you know I do, but if we won't kill the bad guys, Martagh's right they'll only keep coming back. Peter's still walking around free, so is Deucalion wherever the hell he is, he could have finished the Pombero but didn't. Agravaine and his revenants, the Owlman, they're all out there, and there's the Berserkers, but no, we can't even kill anyone because Scott doesn't like it. I mean, what are we meant to do?" he asked and Lydia ignored him, but there was a small niggling part of her that didn't like the fact that Scott had left the Pombero alive.

As they progressed up the corridor, they were suddenly accosted by a large milling group of students in front of the notice board, and to their great disgust, they just had to shoulder their way through them all before emerging outside, only to be met by Liam, Mason and Garrett.

"What's all that about?" Lydia asked them, and Mason grinned in excitement.

"It's the winter formal, they've just announced it." He told her, and she looked at him in surprise.

"The winter formal's ages away though?" she pointed out, and he shook his head.

"No, looks like it's been brought forward, maybe to try and keep people's minds off of everything that's been going on. I wonder if Corey's free that night." He mused happily, and Lydia looked at the three younger boys in shock.

"But the winter formal can't be now, when is it?" she asked hysterically, and Garrett patted the air to try and calm her down.

"Don't worry, it's two weeks on Friday." He assured her, and she looked at him as if he were mad.

"That doesn't help me! I need at least a month to plan my dress, what's my mother playing at, she might have warned me!" she ranted, and she continued in this vein for quite some time until they reached the table where a despondent Malia was sitting with Scott and Isaac.

"What's up with you?" she asked, and Lydia looked at her frantically.

"They moved forward the winter formal, I'm totally unprepared!" she exclaimed irritably, and Malia scowled.

"Hey at least you have no shortage of boys to take you, I've got a boyfriend, well I'm meant to have one but I've no idea if he'll be taking me or not." She complained just as Melody appeared, looking at Malia curiously.

"Why wouldn't Stiles want to take you, did you have a fight or something?" she asked, and Malia just sighed wearily.

"It's a long story." She admitted, and Melody fixed her with a concerned look while Liam sat down beside Scott, who was looking at Malia in concern.

"Talk to him." He advised, and Malia scowled at him.

"Don't you think I've tried that, he's avoiding me like the plague ever since he found out about Peter, it's not like I want that maniac to be my father." She complained, and Isaac patted her hand.

"He'll come round. And if not, I'll beat him up." He promised, and noticing with some slight alarm that Malia looked all too pleased with that offer, he turned to Scott, nudging him gently.

"Hey, want to be my date to the formal?" he asked hopefully, and Scott grinned.

"Yeah I suppose so. You look good in a suit. Look good out of it too." He admitted, and Isaac grinned while Lydia put her hands over Liam's ears, who shot her a filthy look.

"Come on guys, there's minors present!" she chided, smirking, and he shook his head grumpily to dislodge her hands.

"I'm not that young!" he protested, and Garrett grinned as Violet sat down at their table, peering at Mason's phone as he texted Corey.

Melody however was more interested in what was going on between Stiles and Malia. Not that she was seeking to get her hands on Stiles, she actually quite liked Malia and the two of them had good fun in their study sessions, and she didn't want to hurt her like that. But why would Stiles, who was clearly besotted with her, suddenly pull a one eighty and hardly speak to his girlfriend?

"You ok?" she asked Malia, who was still savouring the thought of Isaac beating Stiles up, jerking out of her happy place.

"Huh?" she asked, and Melody looked at her in concern.

"You and Stiles, you want to talk about it?" she asked, and Malia did look genuinely tormented about the thought before nodding.

"Alright, come on, I'll catch you up. And we might as well make a start on our maths homework, and we can figure out who's going to take you to the formal." She said, and Melody looked at her, slightly affronted, but followed her dutifully inside as she began to consider that very question, their conversation and departure totally unnoticed by the others.

"You are the baby of the group though aren't you? I have to say, you two seem happier than you have been." Violet commented, and Scott grinned, ensnaring Isaac's hand in his own.

"Well, the issue that was dividing us is now over. And Camden's engaged." He said and Lydia looked at him in shock.

"He doesn't waste any time does he, he's only just got back." She said with surprise, and Isaac nodded.

"Yeah, it gets better. He's engaged to the djinn who helped him escape the Taliban." He told her sardonically, and he was met by a table's worth of bewildered looks.

By the end of the story, the pack members present were split. Some (ie Garrett and Aiden) were quite impressed with Camden and the news of his escape from the Taliban, complete with Rakaisha's help. Ethan and Lydia however, noticed the rather large fly in the ointment.

"Wait a minute, are you telling me that now we're going to have some other murderous raving lunatic come to town?" Lydia demanded angrily, and Scott nodded reluctantly.

"Yeah, apparently this guy's hunting Rakaisha and until she defeats him and passes the test, he'll just keep on coming." He told her and she groaned, kneading her temples with her fingers, before fixing Scott with an angry look.

"Are you kidding me? Have you seen the sheer number of maniacs trying to kill us already? The Ghost Pack and all their minions, the Owlman, the Pombero, there's Berserkers that have appeared from who knows where, there's the entire Callavera clan, Peter's up to no good as usual, and now you're telling us that there's a pissed off djinn assassin coming to try and kill us all now too? What were you thinking letting them into the pack?" she demanded, and the entire table went silent, the air so still you could cut it with a knife.

And that was when Scott leaned forward, his eyes glowing a furious red, the anger roiling off him.

"I was thinking that my boyfriend's brother and his fiancé need help. I was also thinking that I was the Alpha. And I also don't recall hearing you complain when I've had to get the entire pack to save you." He growled, and Lydia quickly backed up, looking ashamed of herself.

"Look that isn't what I-" she protested, but Scott ignored her, got to his feet and stormed off.

Isaac fixed her with a filthy look and departed after his boyfriend, Liam scarpering along in their wake while the table looked at Lydia in shock, and to their surprise, she was indeed hanging her head in shame.

But there was something to what she said. While they all knew full well that Scott would defend people he cared about to the end, and that he wouldn't let anyone who genuinely needed help go without, there was the fact that by agreeing to let Camden and Rakaisha into the pack, he had put yet another target on their backs, as if they didn't have enough already. She looked sadly at where Scott had disappeared, a sick feeling of guilt in her stomach as she considered what she had said.

XX

"Son of a bitch!" the sheriff yelled, cursing and swearing as he picked himself up from the stairs outside the station, Parrish running down them to help him up.

"You ok?" he asked, helping John to his feet while the sheriff threw a dirty look at the stairs.

"Yeah I'm fine, tripped at the top of the stairs. Why is it your hands always sting like a bitch when you land on the ground?" he mused, poking at the bleeding grazes on his palms, and Parrish shook his head.

"You could have done yourself a serious injury, come on, let's get you cleaned up." He told him, leading the sheriff back inside, while the sheriff wondered what else could happen to him today, it was clearly just one of those days.

XX

"Jackson? Whoa…hey look I know you're one of the vainest guys on the planet, but isn't admiring yourself in the mirror at school kind of hitting rock bottom?" Danny asked as his best friend stood shirtless, looking at himself in the mirror, running his hand over his shoulder, his face scared.

"It's spread." He whispered, and Danny looked at his friend worriedly before heading over to him, and saw, with a sinking feeling in his gut, that he was right, the black corruption in his arm had spread and was now up to the top of his shoulder, and there were a few noxious looking tendrils that were starting to spread across his chest, the green veins glowing in the black skin of his arm.

Danny rubbed it, feeling the sort of clammy, burning heat of his friend's arm, and he looked at him worriedly, while Jackson sent him a lost look.

"It's going to kill me." He whispered, but Danny shook his head, taking Jackson's face in his hand and leaning his forehead against his best friend's.

"No it isn't. We'll find a way, Scott will find a way. You're not going to die because of this Jackson." He promised, hugging his friend and he heard Jackson sniff a little, and it was a mark to how well he knew Jackson that he said nothing and just held his best friend, letting him cry out his fears on his shoulder.

Jackson took a shuddering breath to get himself back under control. Danny was right, this thing that Agravaine had done to him wasn't going to kill him. No matter what it cost, he wouldn't let that sadistic bastard win and kill him. He would do whatever he could do prevent that from happening. He'd stop it. Whatever it took.

XX

There was an echo here, now that his prey was out in the open it was becoming easier to hunt her down. The treacherous witch would soon be run to ground, and once that was done, he could end her threat and report back on another job done to the Kaf.

Ifrit waved his hand through the air, the various eddies and currents of the magic that the djinns commanded flowing through him as he tried to locate the traitor Rakaisha. The fact that she had betrayed her kind was bad enough, the fact that she had done so for a man, and worse, an American man, that made it all the worse.

The thing was, searching for a rogue djinn in a place like Beacon Hills was actually rather difficult. While Ifrit prided himself on being an excellent tracker, the sheer power of this small town made it difficult to sense his prey. Between the power of the True Alpha and his pack, and the power and the spreading corruption of the Ghost Pack, along with the waves of corruption emanating from the empowered and now poisoned nemeton, it made tracking anyone here rather difficult. But now he was finally beginning to get somewhere.

The girl had been here, at this abandoned house, where a cleaning lady was sitting on the step smoking something while feeding crackers to a friendly racoon. Yes she had been here. And now that he had the scent, it would be that much easier to find her. Heading off, he reached out with his hand, and smiled a cold predatory smile.

He had her.

As Ifrit hunted the rogue djinn, someone else was watching the Lahey house. Matt knew that the last of his killers was out there, Camden Lahey, the last of them who had stood by while he had been drowned by the swimming team. And now all he had to do was hunt him down and find him, and kill him to get the last of his revenge, to kill the last of the ones who had killed him. And when he found him Camden would die, and he would finally avenge his first death.

XX

"So who are you going to take to the formal?" Garrett asked as the three of them headed to their next class, and Liam shrugged.

"No idea, who are you taking, Violet?" he asked, and Mason nodded encouragingly.

"That's a good idea actually, if you do that then you might stand a chance of going home with a different girl each, rather than taking the girl then dumping her for the one you really wanted to go with in the first place." He mused, grinning smugly as Garrett shot him a filthy look.

"I'm not taking anyone yet, you can't just rush into these things, you need to think about them, and considering I usually wind up organising dates for two," he said pointedly, and Liam responded by giving him the finger, "it makes it even harder. What about you, is your new boyfriend coming?" he asked, and Mason nodded with a grin.

"Yeah he is, he actually goes here too, he just isn't in any of my classes." He lamented, which allowed Garrett to turn his attention back towards Liam, who rolled his eyes, cursing his luck, now that Mason had a date there was nothing to otherwise occupy Garrett in his endless attempts to get him a date for the prom.

"Well we know Scott's out, he's going with Isaac so obviously you can't ask him, so you'll need to nurse your crush on him a little longer." He teased, and Liam shot him a dirty look, going slightly red as he did so.

"I do not have a crush on Scott!" he cried in protest making the other two laugh.

"There's always Hayden." Mason pointed out, and Liam shuddered at the very thought.

"No thanks, she'd probably castrate me if we went together, she hates my guts remember?" he asked, and Garrett shook his head.

"She needs a reality check, come on you were both kids, so what if you accidentally knocked out two of her teeth on school photo day?" he asked, and Mason shook his head.

"See, that's why I avoid women, far too much hassle." He said sagely, and the other two looked at him in slight disbelief and he wisely went quiet before they brought up any of his exes.

Garrett finished shooting Mason a reprimanding look before he turned his attention back towards Liam, who was trying to avoid this conversation with his best friend.

"So who are you going to take? Kira?" he asked, and Liam went scarlet, scuffing his shoes as he walked.

"She wouldn't want to go with me, and like Lydia says, everyone wants to date people on the lacrosse team, she wouldn't go with me anyway most of the guys in the school will be lining up to take her." He complained, sounding a little more perturbed by that than he should if, as he claimed, he didn't fancy her.

"Well why not get in there first?" Garrett asked, but Liam didn't answer, he was busy wondering just what he should do about the formal and whether or not he should ask Kira if she wanted to go with him.

"And since you're taking such a keen interest in our dates, who you taking?" Mason asked, distracting Garrett from Liam and Garrett grinned.

"Well I don't know who the lucky girl will be yet." He boasted, and the other two rolled their eyes, at least some things never changed.

"Hey was Scott ok earlier after Lydia had a go at him?" Mason asked worriedly, and Liam nodded, scowling a little.

"Yeah. Lydia might not be, I mean Scott was angry but Isaac was pissed." Liam informed them, wincing at the anger that was virtually simmering off the prime beta when he had chased after them earlier, and Mason scowled.

"Ok, sure, I'm not too happy with it myself, but why they taking it out on Scott? Who do they think he is, Harry Potter? We're kids, we're not meant to be fighting evil on a daily basis, surely that's the job of the adults, those hunter dudes that showed up." He complained, and the other two had to admit, he had a point.

"Yeah seems the Scooby Gang doesn't seem to like the fact that Scott isn't as good as Scooby Doo. Or even Harry Potter. Mind you, in his defence, Harry Potter took a year to solve problems, all these ones have been here for a couple of weeks and they're all taking it out on Scott, he's awesome yeah but he isn't a superhero, at the end of the day no matter what else he is, he's only human." Liam said sagely, and Mason nodded his agreement with what he was saying.

"But Argent, he's a hunter right? I mean, he actually hunts down and kills these things, that is pretty cool." Garrett said with a sort of excitement, and Liam and Mason exchanged knowing looks as they headed into history, deciding to keep it quiet from Mr Yukimura that Garrett saw the appeal in hunting down things like his wife and daughter.

XX

Deaton heard the door open, then frowned at the clock, it wasn't like Scott to be late, well not usually, but that generally didn't mean he was early, or at least this early. He turned to greet his protégé when he saw Melody in the doorway, and suppressed an irritated sigh, but hastily bowed when she raised a pencilled eyebrow in his direction before sweeping in to his consulting room, and the druid could only guess what he'd done to peeve her now.

"Princess?" he asked, hoping she would be done with her little tantrum by the time Scott got her, and she fixed her eyes on him.

"Tell me, at what point did you think it a good idea to keep it quiet that Peter Hale had a daughter?" she asked casually, as if asking his opinion on the weather, and he faltered a little, he hadn't expected her to be told that.

"You, I don't know what you mean." He lied, but anyone could see he was lying about that and she sighed in annoyance.

"Deaton, I have little time, I am going shopping tonight with Malia to try and cheer her up, and I would like to get my history essay at least started before I go, which I could be at home doing now if I didn't have to deal with you. Spill." She ordered, her eyes flashing and he grunted in annoyance before nodding.

"Yes, he has a daughter, and I suppose you know it's Malia." He said, before checking the blood tests of the next patient, a rather ancient and blind cat who other than being old and blind was in virtually perfect health.

"Yes, what I want to know is why you have once again kept pertinent information from the queen?" she asked, and he frowned at her.

"I hardly think Peter Hale having an illegitimate child is newsworthy that's all." He said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Ordinarily you would be right, but when he is one of the most psychotic creatures in existence, it would be nice to know if the lunatic was breeding. After all, we had serious problems the last time a reckless nutjob decided to breed." She reminded him, and he looked at her curiously.

"Did you ever find the child?" he asked, and she shook her head in slight annoyance.

"No, we never did find the child. We never even found the bloody mother, so that insane self-styled 'freedom fighter'" she scoffed, using air quotes in disdain, "is still out there somewhere biding her time looking for the time to rear her ugly head." She sneered derisively, and Deaton smiled, while it was clear that the disdain had been ingrained into her by her mothers, there was still a little hint of fear.

"You fear what the Desert Wolf could do nowadays don't you?" he realised, his voice thick with smugness, and she shot him a quelling look and he wisely went quiet.

"She presents no real threat, even if she does return. But is there anything else I need to worry about?" she asked sharply, and he considered telling her about what he had witnessed Thane doing, but decided that would undermine his position, he was keeping that information quiet for a reason, and that reason did not involve the princess.

"Not that I know of." He told her, but she looked at him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Really? You wouldn't lie to me?" she asked darkly, and he relented, actually, he could still make this work to his advantage.

"Well there is one thing, I think the grim has warped reality." He informed her, and she hissed through her teeth.

"Of all the stupid…this pack is meant to be the job of the Fivefold, they're British, so why haven't they dealt with them?" she spat, and Deaton smiled.

"Well it suits them, proves that they're right about you and the rest of the Beasturo princess." He told her, and her expression was stormy as she turned to face him.

"Enough. What makes you think that depraved creature has warped reality?" she asked sharply, and he hesitated, he had to tell this very carefully so that she didn't suspect that he was hiding the main facts from her.

"I saw him last night, in his beast form, and I could feel the ripples coming off him, the perversion. I don't know what he's done, but he has done something, I'm sure of it." He told her certainly, and she grunted in frustration.

"We should never have given them independence…keep an eye on it, if you find out what he's done alert me at once. They're getting out of hand, and at this rate, I might have to get my hands dirty," she snarled in annoyance, surveying her styled nails, "and isn't that not just the most depressing thing?" she asked remorsefully before sweeping from the room without another word, and Deaton let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.

He wasn't lying to her, he was just omitting certain truths. And while she knew that Thane had warped reality, she didn't know why or who was affected. And that gave him the advantage.

Thane had warped reality in order to get to the sheriff. That would in turn get to Stiles. Stiles would in turn make Scott realise that it was time to take a more active role, and that he and he alone had the power to end the threat of the dogs. And by merely threatening the sheriff, Scott would be forced to realise that all beasts were like Thane: murderous and cruel, and that as long as he remained unaligned, he and his pack would be constantly plagued by creatures such as them, all out for their own little niche of power. He would then offer to break the bonds of reality and end the chain of events Thane had started, saving the sheriff, and beginning to bring Scott onto the side of the Fivefold, and would begin to entice Scott to his side with the ability to protect those he loved. His people would one day be free, and Scott was the key to that.

And he was also the key to getting rid of that bitch of a princess, and he couldn't deny that he was looking forward to that happy time.

XX

Isaac had vanished to swimming practice, and Scott was getting ready to head to work when Danny arrived at his locker, looking worried.

"Have you seen Jackson?" he asked, and Scott thought about it, but no, come to think of it, he hadn't seen Jackson all afternoon which was odd, he was at least in his English class.

"No, I haven't. Why, what's wrong?" Scott asked, correctly interpreting the fact that Danny was worried, and Danny looked conflicted, chewing his lip as he considered how much to tell Scott.

"It's just…the poison's spread, and he isn't coping well. I'm worried he might try and do something, I don't know…"

"Stupid?"

"Yeah." Danny admitted worriedly, and Scott had to admit, Jackson wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders, and if the poison in his arm had spread like Danny said, he could understand that Jackson might not be too happy with this recent turn of events.

"When did you last see him?" Scott asked, and Danny looked at him, and he could hear his heart beating faster than usual, Danny was scared for his friend and now Scott was beginning to get a worried feeling in his stomach.

"Lunchtime when I found out the poison had spread. After I got him calmed down, I haven't seen him since." He said nervously, and Scott chewed the inside of his mouth, yeah that was odd, none of them had seen him as far as he knew, but that begged the question, where was he and worse, what was he doing?

"So was he actually calm, as in calm enough to go home or something?" Scott asked, and Danny looked at him as if he were being stupid on purpose.

"It's Jackson." He said in exasperation, as if that explained everything and Scott groaned.

"That would be a no then. Alright let's see." He said, closing his eyes, focusing on the school, if Jackson was still here it shouldn't be too hard to find him.

He used his senses to explore the rooms of the school, hearing Finstock curse and swear as he had just stubbed his toe on his desk, hearing Natalie being berated by Lydia for not giving her warning that the formal had been moved forward, hearing the scratching of pen on paper as Mr Yukimura marked the work of students, he could hear Garrett, Ethan and Isaac all talking as they headed to the pool…but where was Jackson?

Ah there it was, a heart beating a bit faster than everyone else's, but it wasn't in the gym, it was in the wood shop, and Jackson was anxious, he could feel that from here. Concentrating harder, he tried to gain an access into his beta's point of view. That was a new technique that Martagh had taught him, using his power in his pack to basically use them as his eyes without actually being present with him, but it was only the second time he had tried it (the first time he had meant to choose Ethan who was beside him but had instead seen Aiden doing something that he couldn't unsee), and it was quite tricky, but the Scuffock assured him that it would get easier with time. Concentrating, straining under the effort, he fixed his eyes on Jackson, a flash of steel, plastic, his shirt on the floor, the bottle of booze that he had clearly swiped from Finstock's office…

Oh god.

"JACKSON!" Scott yelled in alarm, and Danny went white as his Alpha hurtled up the corridor, Danny right on his heels rushing towards his friend and whatever had so shocked Scott, the fear in Scott's voice, the horror, whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

The two of them thundered through the school, barging open the door and knocking Ms Morrell to the floor with a shriek, but neither of them paused, not noticing her swearing at them in French and making rude hand gestures to their retreating backs as Scott pelted down the stairs, a frantic Danny right behind him as they came towards the woodshop buildings. Skidding to a stop, Scott concentrated, his own heart pounding in his ears, trying to discern which of the rooms Jackson was in, but it was a glint of sunlight bouncing off of something inside that confirmed his location.

Surging forward, Scott hammered open the door, and threw himself across the room. The air was knocked out of Jackson as Scott tackled him to the ground, the saw that he had in his hand flying across the room and clanging into the wall, not a second too soon as Jackson had been about to start cutting his arm off. He had tied a tourniquet around his upper arm, and had just been about to slice through when Scott had tackled him. The two wolves fell to the floor, and Scott made his eyes glow but didn't roar as he forced a frantic Jackson to look up at him, the smell of Coach's whiskey on his breath.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Scott demanded, and Jackson looked up at him angrily, but his eyes were slightly crazy.

"I was thinking I don't want this thing to kill me! Stop the poison, stop dying, simple!" he responded, but Scott could see the tears beginning to materialise in his eyes as Danny entered the room.

Savouring the thought of Scott pinning a shirtless Jackson to the floor for later use, he rushed to his friend's side, taking his hand as he dropped to his knees.

"What were you doing, were you trying to chop your own arm off?" he asked in a high pitched voice, not quite believing it, and Jackson looked up at them both, his expression terrified.

"I don't want to die! Not again, and I'll be damned if I'm letting that sick fucker kill me, don't you get that!" he cried, and Scott sighed, and he sat back on his haunches and allowed Jackson to sit up, and he then, to Jackson's everlasting surprise, wrapped him in a hug.

"That bastard Agravaine is not going to kill you, ok? I promise. I'm not going to let you die again." Scott promised as he rocked Jackson a little, Danny watching the exchange with tears in his own eyes, his hand wrapped around Jackson's who was crying onto Scott's shoulder.

"You don't know how to fix it, how to fix me." Jackson protested, and Scott let out a weak chuckle.

"Jackson, people have been trying to fix you for years, it's never worked before now, it won't work now." He chastised, and despite himself, Danny sniggered as a crying Jackson pulled away from Scott.

"Dickhead." He scolded, and Scott laid a hand on Jackson's cheek, which to his slight surprise, his beta didn't shrug off.

"Yeah, I get that from you. Look, you're right, none of us have any idea how to stop this poison from killing you. But do you really think stopping it will be as easy as taking your own arm off? And for the record, that booze wouldn't be much of an anaesthetic, we heal too fast for you to get wasted enough for that to work. Agravaine will have made sure that this poison can kill you regardless of what you do. But we will find a way, ok? I won't let you die again, I promise. Whatever it takes…Agravaine isn't going to get the satisfaction of killing you. I swear." Scott said earnestly, and despite himself, Jackson looked as though he believed what his Alpha was saying.

"Scott…" he mumbled, and Scott shook his head, looking at him intently.

"No! Not a chance in hell!" he insisted, and Jackson nodded meekly as Danny wrapped him in a desperate hug.

"And what did you think would happen, that you'd just chop off your arm and no one would notice? Fucking moron!" Danny scolded, burying his face in Jackson's normal shoulder and Jackson snorted a little as Danny cried in frustration onto his bare chest.

"I don't know, I was just thinking of stopping it, I didn't really consider what I'd do afterwards." He mumbled, and Danny pulled away and skelped him on the ear, looking angry.

"Fucking idiot!" he yelled and Jackson grinned ruefully as Scott helped the two of them to their feet.

"Come on, let's get you out of here. I'm not going to let you die ok Jackson? Highly tempting at times though it may be, I'm not going to let you die." He promised softly, and he handed Jackson his top, and with a hesitant smile, Jackson accepted it and followed his Alpha and his now ranting best friend from the woodshop, leaving the scene of the attempted amputation behind…until Danny snuck back in and picked up the bottle of whiskey, he had a feeling he was going to need it, before he left the woodshop once again, yelling abuse at Jackson for his stupidity, while Scott stood between the two of them, resigned to keeping Danny from killing Jackson and amputating his head.

Guess who's back? We're now entering the second half of the season, and things are starting to heat up

We still have enemies galore, and now of course Ifrit has joined the fun. Jackson's going slightly nuts, but he is kind of justified in doing that I suppose. We have the winter formal coming up, and worst of all, little cracks are beginning to appear in the pack

So what does the future hold for the pack? This is a pivotal episode as someone makes a choice that will affect the whole rest of the season

As to the show itself, whats the deal MTV? You have guys shirtless, but we dont get a decent view of them, what you playing at? Not one decent shot of shirtless Scott this week, come on people

Anyway, until next time please read, follow favourite and most importantly review and let me know what you think!