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AN: I apologise for any spelling or grammatical mistakes in advance, I know that I get were and where confused sometimes and the spell checker thing does not pick it up sometimes, so I once again apologise but it's just something I correct when I catch it happening but some do slip through.

The pack is separated from each other and Silverstone is going to take advantage of the fact.

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A Nightmare Shared:

Scott sat next to Alison as she drove towards her house, the female huntress had not said anything as they made their way to meet with her father. Scott noted that Isaac was looking out the windows scanning for any threats, his eyes constant moving around.

"Do you trust your father?" Isaac asked he caught Alison's eye in the rear view mirror.

"He won't hurt me." Allison was quick to respond, she had every faith that her father would not hurt her he did love her of that she was sure.

"I don't trust him." Scott could not help himself, he had seen the man after that found Peter, Argent had stood by and watched as the visiting hunters had tortured the former alpha, Scott could not believe that anyone would stand by and allow fire to be used as a weapon against a man like Peter Hale especially knowing what had happened to him. But Argent had simply stood back and watched, he may not have actively participated but his actions were worse because he had done nothing to stop the torture, and in Scott's eyes that made the man even more guilty.

"Maybe you both should wait in the car." Alison understood that the pack's opinion of her father had changed after what had happened with Peter Hale, she could not get the image or the smell of the tortured werewolf out of her mind, and she imagined that it must have been much worse for the other wolves, in fact she was really amazed that Derek had not ripped the hunters limb from limb. It was no wonder that both Hale's were now suffering from nightmares.

Derek could tell that Stiles was not happy in fact he could sense that his pack was not pleased by the amount he had eaten, but he could not force himself to take another bite. Derek felt Stiles remove the plate from his hands, a bottle replaced it, Derek took a drink. He had noticed that since taking Peter's injuries and pain, he could now feel the pack more strongly, the bonds seemed to have strengthened, even those connecting him to the human members of the pack.

"Derek do you want anything else?" Stiles frowned at the alpha, he wanted him to eat and drink more but the injured werewolf seemed hesitant. Deaton had told them that both Hale's would need energy to recover from their ordeals and so Stiles wanted to encourage both men to take in as much as possible, but neither one was cooperating, Peter had taken a few half hearted bites of his sandwich and some juice just like Derek.

"No." The alpha squirmed till he was lying down, he did not react as Peter curled up beside him.

"What about you Pete?" Stiles saw Peter shake his head.

"Here Stiles." Erica moved and took the dishes from Stiles she pulled him so that he took her place next to the alpha.

Stiles had barely settled in place when he found himself being used as Derek rested his head on a pillow the teenagers lap . Stiles began to run his fingers through the thick black hair, he watched as the alpha's breathing evened out, he felt the body against him relax, Stiles smiled down at Peter as the man followed Derek into sleep.

"Thanks Boyd." Stiles gave the larger teen a pleased smile as he covered the sleeping Hale's with blankets.

"I'm going to check the perimeter." Jackson announced.

"Boyd go with him." Stiles did not want anyone going anywhere on their own.

"OK Stiles." Boyd could tell that Jackson wanted to say something more, but the look on Stiles face stopped him, and then Lydia nudged her boyfriend to get him moving.

"Right come on Boyd." Jackson left with Boyd right behind him.

"No." Alison raised an eyebrow at the two werewolves who simply starred back at her, neither one wanting to be left behind.

"Fine come on then." Alison headed to the front door.

Scott and Isaac rushed behind her, as soon as they entered the Argent house a flash bang went of blinding them both. To Isaac's horror he heard Scott yelp and then collapse next to him, releasing a growl Isaac struggled to overcome the effects of the flash, before his vision cleared he yelped as he was hit with a dart and he felt the drugs hit his system as his legs buckled and he hit the floor losing consciousness.

Alison was blinded and surprised by the flash of light and the noise, she felt more than saw Scott and then Isaac collapse, near her, before she could attempt to defend herself she felt the sting of a dart hit her. Alison soundlessly collapsed, unconscious before she could pull the dart from her arm.

Chris Argent moved quickly to three drugged teenagers, he moved the two boys into the large living room, dumping one on each couch after checking that they were both breathing, he had used heavy duty tranquilisers for the wolves wanted the drugs to work quickly but have no lasting effects once they regain consciousness. He picked up his daughter cradling her gently to his chest he had a good few hours before she would wake, he planned to be as far from Beacon Hills as he could he already knew where he was going to take Alison and he would keep her locked down once he got there. He had to keep his daughter safe and hope when it was all over she did not hate him.

"No." Derek roared as he sat up, he began to growl and snarl angrily.

"What the hell Derek?" Stiles dropped the book he had been reading, he quickly wrapped his arms around the snarling growling alpha. "Tell me what's the matter now."

Lydia and Erica watched as Stiles tried to calm the enraged werewolf, they noted that Peter was wolfed out in response to the alpha's growls.

"Derek." Stiles demanded the alphas attention. "Talk to me."

Derek claws were out and the growls had not stopped.

Stiles gently took hold of Derek's stubbled jaw, he began to run his other hand over Derek shoulder and arm trying to calm the agitated werewolf. He hated that he could not see or read the normally expressive eyes, the blackness was so deep and dark it almost made Stiles shudder as he recalled Derek almost dying from being shot by Kate with a wolfs bane laced bullet.

"Argent, Trick, Alison." Derek voice was distorted by his fangs he tried to get up, but Stiles was not about to allow their wounded alpha to get hurt anymore.

"Stay here Derek." Stiles pushed so that Derek was against his neck, he was using his scent to try and calm the alpha. "Erica howl for Jackson and Boyd their cell phones won't have any signal."

Erica did not even pause in her rush to obey Stiles.

"Lydia we need to track Alison's cell phone, or something." Stiles was glad when the strawberry blonde nodded.

"What about me?" Stiles had not forgotten the still weakened former alpha.

"Weapons Peter we need weapons." Stiles could feel Derek panting against throat. "Easy Derek easy."

"I should have known Argent was planning something." Derek voice was angry.

"He hasn't hurt her or the pups has he?" Stiles dreaded to hear what the hunter may have done to Scott or Isaac, Stiles still believed that Chris would not hurt his daughter.

"Alison is drugged I think she's muffled and muted and he's moving Stiles, he's taking her away." Derek hated that he could do nothing in his weakened state.

"What about Scott and Isaac?" Stiles hoped that Chris had not hurt them.

"They've been knocked out, drugged." Derek hated the fact that whatever they had been hit with was muting the pack bonds. "We need to get to them before anyone else does."

Arran Silverstone could not believe his good look, the men he had watching Argent had just informed him that the hunter had left with his daughter. The man had obviously tricked her into coming home, and then disabled the pack members who had accompanied her, and so Silverstone was going to take advantage of this. He had ordered his nephew and some men to bring back whoever had been left behind in the Argent house.

"Take them." Arran ordered his men, he would not waste the opportunity to capture two members of the Hale pack, although it may give the pack warning that he and his hunters where in Beacon Hills. "You men get the cages ready, we want to be able to welcome our guests."

Arran was please when his men rushed to obey, he wanted everything set up quickly so that the werewolves could be kept subdued unable to howl for help. HE could not wait, and soon they would go after the rest of this pack, he would find out exactly what made them so special able to defeat the alpha pack. He could not wait to get his hands on the Hale alpha, the werewolf who killed Deucalion must be extremely powerful and Silverstone could not wait to break Derek Hale, he would take great delight in destroying the alpha werewolf's mind and body.

Jackson and Boyd slammed into the Hale house, they had raced back after hearing Erica's howl.

Stiles, Lydia, Erica and Peter were checking weapons while Derek paced behind one of the massive leather couches, angry snarls and growls where issuing from deep within his chest.

"Alpha?" Boyd could feel his own features morphing into his beta form as the anger and rage poured off the injured alpha.

"Argent has taken Alison." Stiles answered for the wounded Derek.

"Isaac and Scott?" Jackson moved to Lydia's side he felt her give him a reassuring touch.

"Drugged, we need to get to them." Stiles scrambled up and over the couch he stood in front of the growling alpha.

Derek wanted so badly to shift to his alpha form and race to his pack members side, but he was blind and injured, he would just slow down the healthy werewolves.

"Boyd, Erica, Jackson the three of you will go to Argent's house and bring back Scott and Isaac." Stiles had wrapped his arms around Derek pulling the growling Alpha head to his throat so he could scent him and hopefully keep Derek from shifting to his alpha form, as Deaton said it would not be a good thing until the injured werewolf was more healed. "Peter you and Lydia will stay here."

"I should go with Jackson." Lydia argued.

"No."