A Life Worth Living

As you'll notice a lot that happens in Teen Wolf has not happened here such as the Kanima and such so it's been quiet on that front. So, a lot of murders haven't happened perhaps won't at all, I'm not interested in fully following the Teen Wolf storyline! :)

Chapter 36

April 10th

Peter settled into his own bed with three wolf cubs curled close, for the first time this week – having been sleeping in the 'den' with the wolves with the others, seven days had gone by since Harry left for his mission. They weren't cut off completely, Harry would know if something happened and vice versa. The bond wasn't just available to Harry after all, Peter could sense how every single one of his Beta's and mate was fairing. The bonds…were bright and strong, except for Scott's of course, he was on the cusp of the bond breaking, he was making zero effort to bond with the rest of the pack. Regretfully, he couldn't say he was upset about it, none of them were. Derek tried to help him, more out of understanding and past loneliness (they were pack creatures, social creatures after all) and a desire to have a strong pack. He was no longer alone, he had…pack that he was genuinely excited and happy to see, and was happy to see him in turn. The full moon and bonding experience just tightened that impression. He absolutely adored Teddy, he was quite frankly a werewolf version of Stiles.

Sighing softly, he curled his hands around the photo he kept hidden under his pillow, drawing it out and gazing at it reverentially. He had in his youth believed he would make the best alpha. So sure of his place in the world, overconfident, almost recklessly so, thinking he was stronger and better than everyone else. The fire…the fire had burned that nearly completely out of him, along with nearly everything else, without Harry…he could have risked exposure or worse been put down like a rabid animal. Neither idea sat well with him at all, this was his second chance, he wanted to make the most of it. He wanted to make the Hale pack big, strong, unbeatable, impenetrable and more importantly, have enough humans and magical's in the pack that nothing like what happened before could occur again. He would integrate into Beacon Hills, know everyone, and make sure no hunter succeeded in getting close to any of his pack again. Talia keeping her children oblivious to the dangers had caused all this, and he wouldn't allow any member of his pack to be such a simpleton.

It didn't go over Peter's head that Harry's choice of wolf (to give to each of them) was actually close to their own colours as possible. His coat was a russet coat with a small smattering of white tuffs on his belly and underside of his tail. Beowulf (Teddy had claimed 'Remus' immediately, and Peter would never fight him on it aware that it had been his birth fathers name even if he'd been inclined to use that name) had a russet style coat with a white muzzle and a little bit of her neck. Her little eyes were grey, he wouldn't know what colour they would be until she was a little older. He was looking forward to seeing them change, they could end up a variety of colours really, brown, orange, yellow or pale green. Adult wolves do not end up with blue eyes, despite the depiction on popular items such as paintings, children's toys or figurines drawn of wolves. Beowulf wasn't very feminine but there wasn't much feminine about a wolf, even if she was a female. She was an intelligent wolf, thus Beowulf it was. It literally meant intelligent wolf. He had considered Cana, which was wolf cub in Celtic but nixed the idea.

Derek's wolf form was pure black, with his blue eyes shining ominously in the picture, his wolf cub was identical, due to their…history and who they were, it shouldn't surprise anyone that he had gone for Accalia as a name for the adorable cub. She too had grey eyes, just like the rest of them, and when they grew its eyes would change. Derek was very…protective and possessive of her, but it didn't surprise Peter, although, Derek had relaxed considerably since the wolf cub had come here. It was either someone relying on him or someone's constant presence that didn't care how much he scowled or his lack of social skills and loved him regardless that heralded this change. Harry knew what he was doing, there was no doubt about that.

Cora…Cora was as different from Derek's wolf form as night and day, Cora was white with a smattering of grey hair spread throughout her fur. Her wolf was white and black and she'd named him Fenrir, but so far she'd mostly called him Fen, she didn't resort to childish baby names such as 'Fenny' or such nonsense, she was aware just like the rest of them, that they were intelligent. They'd known that, Harry had told them, but seeing it, it was absolutely mesmerising. Derek could barely wrench his eyes away from his little wolf cub to answer questions when asked.

Teddy's was dark brown, much like his own coat, but not as close to identical as theirs, little Remus was cuddled in next to Stiles and his own wolf cub. Stiles had named his Romulus, to his pleasant surprise, but he would need to stop underestimating the teenager. He must have researched everything in order to help Scott, including general mythology – or rather what the general population believed to be myth – which of course it wasn't. He'd loudly proclaimed being stuck between Lycaon and Romulus, but Teddy's name choice seemed to have made Stiles choice for him. That and Romulus and Remus were nearly identical, all bar one little tuft of hair on his head.

Fenrir, Romulus, Remus, Accalia and Beowulf, five beautiful wolf cubs, three boys and two girls all intelligent and thriving. His lips twitched upwards as his cub climbed up onto his chest, and curled up, burrowing her head in his neck, no doubt able to smell the wolf in him, despite him being in human form instead of wolf form. Which he could do without much trouble now, to begin with it was difficult, it required a lot of sustenance, but they did it now without too much exhaustion.

Despite Harry being gone…the house still felt like he was here, the magic thrumming in the background, protecting them from anyone who would seek to harm them. He'd contemplated rebuilding the Hale house, not on the site, that would be bulldozed and left alone…perhaps with a tree planted in remembrance. Yet the thought of leaving this slice of heaven made him feel extremely panicky, anxious, not that he'd admit it to anyone, he'd die before admitting it. Harry was his mate, despite their…odd beginning, and the fact their relationship had just begun, but they would live together at some point. It meant a bigger property, this place was beautiful, homey, peaceful…but it wasn't meant for a large pack, six bedrooms, which were all already occupied. Derek, Cora, him, Harry, Stiles and Teddy all had bedrooms. At a pinch there was maybe enough room in the attic for one other person/couple but that was it.

A knock at the door surprised Peter, confusion most prominent, he tugged through the bond, granting Derek entrance, telling him to come in without a word. Calling out to him wouldn't result in much, they had so much privacy in these rooms, although he could hear everything through the spells admittedly muffled he had to focus real hard, Derek and Cora could not. Not even a little bit, it just went to show just how superior the hearing of an Alpha werewolf was.

"Erica Reyes is in Beacon Hills hospital, she has suffered from another seizure, her parents have just headed home for the night, this might be your best chance." Derek told him, lips unconsciously twitching seeing his uncle surrounded by wolf cubs. Growing up he had revered Peter, he was cool, calm and never had a trouble with his wolf, unfortunately that bond had begun deteriorating after his advice with Paige. He was thinking of the past more and more often these days, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Even odder was the fact it wasn't accompanied by the crippling pain that remembrance wrought.

Peter arched an eyebrow wondering how Derek knew this, he hadn't left home and as far as he was aware, Derek hadn't reconnect with anyone in Beacon Hills since his return. Except for those who were now firm members of the pack of course, and one pack adjacent, Stiles father.

"Stiles," Derek revealed wryly, reading his uncle perfectly, he didn't need the pack bonds help with that one.

"Interesting," Peter murmured, he wondered if Stiles was adapting to his Emissary duties without being fully aware of it. Keeping a watch and informing them, he certainly had been more forthcoming about anything that happened since the whole animal debacle in the forest. He still had a lot of training to do before he became a fully-fledged magical practitioner but his emissary duties didn't require magical abilities. He was however, well on his way to becoming one of the youngest emissaries in the world. "Did you inform him of your suggestions on whom to bite?"

"It might have come up," Derek admitted, neglecting to admit that Stiles had badgered him relentlessly over every single little thing since he had grown more comfortable with him. Knowing he wasn't a murderer and knowing for certain that he hadn't bitten Scott probably had a large part to play in that. This and seeing how he responded to Teddy when he was there probably eased any of the last dredges of reluctance on the teens part.

Peter's lips twitched, eyes gleaming with amusement, as if he had already figured out how Stiles got the information. Slipping out of the bed, easing his wolf cub beside the others, "Do you wish to accompany me?" it was time he showed himself to Beacon Hills again – although whether they recognized him or not remained to be seen – and begin integrating into society, it would possibly afford his nephew protection. With them under the impression that Derek was the Alpha, it might be better for them to be unsure, it would lead them less likely to attack the first chance they got.

Derek immediately nodded, barely blinking as Peter begun to change out of his nightwear and into something more presentable. "I'll get Cora to watch them," referring to the wolf cubs, having zero intention of leaving them on their own, even if all they would do was sleep until they needed the toilet or something to eat.

Erica lay amid the covers in the hospital, feeling so utterly drained and exhausted beyond compare. This seizure had definitely been the worst one she'd experienced before. They were getting worse, the experimental drugs they were giving her weren't working. Her parents were terrified of losing her, which was a very real possibility, she was so utterly embarrassed that she'd once again become the laughing stock of high school. Although, Stiles had helped her again, and tried to get everyone away, including Scott McCall oddly enough.

He'd then went with her to the hospital, keeping her company until her parents had come. She'd expected him to leave after that but he hadn't, instead he'd been rather cryptic all afternoon. Asking her if she'd become a creature of the night of all things, if it got rid of her epilepsy. He'd been reading way too many comic books she reckoned. Although the truth was she would do anything in order to get rid of her epilepsy and live to see adulthood.

She hated the thought of seeing the devastation on her parents faces, she knew she was all they had.

The exhaustion was beginning to pull her under, as sleep came closer, so much so that she didn't hear the door opening to her room. She was as always, grateful to have her own room, her parents made sure of it after the first time she'd had a public seizure, they'd been so tearfully apologetic that she felt so humiliated that they had indeed immediately got her a room of her own.

"Miss Reyes?" Peter asked calmly and collectedly, speaking lowly as not to spook the human, which this most certainly would. After all two strangers clearly not doctors would cause her a certain amount of fear, which was why Derek was at the other end of the room with a pointed look from him and he was sitting on the chair to seem less threatening.

Erica groaned, reluctantly prying open her eyes, she'd had enough of doctors to last her a lifetime. Why couldn't they just let her sleep? Any dredges of sleep she'd considered vanished when she caught sight of them. Her heartbeat shot through the roof, but before she could consider shouting he begun speaking.

"Calm down, we aren't here to hurt you," Peter commanded, his voice soft and soothing regardless of the Alpha bite inside of it. "We understand this might feel…a violation of privacy, but we merely wish to offer you something before we leave."

Erica stared at the man before him befuddled, what on earth could she have to offer this guy? "Did you slip out of the psychiatric ward by any chance?" slipped out of her mouth most unwillingly. Her chin up slightly in defiance, as she stared them down.

Peter's lips twitched, her body might be…slightly difficult to deal with but this girls spirit was strong and enduring. He suddenly knew she would make a magnificent werewolf. Strong, reliable, but what about loyalty and trust? This wouldn't be easily given, especially by him. "Well, should you accept I have no doubt you'd fit in with the rest of us quite well," his tone wry with amusement.

Erica's brow furrowed at the 'rest of us' comment, anxiety beginning to bubble within her, imagining all sorts of scenario's. She didn't believe she was 'safe' just because she was in a hospital, if they took her she'd be completely at their mercy.

Peter watched her calmly, aware of her pounding elevating heartbeat, as he leaned back in the chair. Watching her pensively, the next thing Derek said almost made Peter snarl viciously and vocally, disgust rolling off him in waves, he glanced at his nephew showing his disgust at his mere suggestions. Especially after all he had been through? How could he suggest such a thing? To seduce a sixteen year old girl into accepting the bite? By the moon, he prayed that Derek never became an Alpha if he thought that was an acceptable way to go about this. Especially considering Erica would no doubt accept the bite by getting rid of her illness.

Derek swallowed thickly and bared his throat in submission, shame at his own suggestion brewing within him.

"Have care nephew, you're turning into Kate Argent," he said viciously under his breath, aware that Derek would hear him and Erica would not. Derek hunched into himself, shuffling closer to the door, contrition and self-disgust coating him completely. Good, he deserved it for that comment, and he had meant it, his heartbeat remained steady. If he'd had any doubt…it would have been better but the self-righteousness had nearly made him transform and beat some sense into his right hand. "We will discuss your ideals later," and he most certainly would.

"What do you want?" Erica asked, exhaustion coating her voice. She just wanted to sleep, so the quicker they left the better, plus she didn't feel safe with them around. She felt danger exuding from them no matter how…hot both men were.

Peter paused, perhaps this wasn't the best of times to ask, she might end up thinking she'd dreamed the entire thing. She was exhausted, she smelt of pain and old fear, Peter placed his hand on hers, and slowly begun to drain the pain the human was in. As temporary as the pain was, Peter felt the pain she was in and winced, to endure that all the time? It was quite frankly awful, he didn't keep the pain drain on too long, for fear of addling her mind, such sudden pain draining could cause them to become loopy in ways that not even drugs could.

"How are you doing that?" Erica asked, eyes wide as she watched black veins travelling up his arm. "What are you?" digging her nails into her hand just to see if it hurt…if she was awake or having a very lucid dream.

"We're werewolves," Peter explained with rare patience, "Giving you the bite…would cure you of your epilepsy," he informed her bluntly without bothering to run around the truth. Normally it would have amused him to do such a thing, but it was getting late and they had no idea how long they had before someone interrupted them.

Erica's breath caught before she scoffed, clearly thinking they were fucking with her. She was about to open her mouth and tell them were to go when the man…werewolf, transformed his hand into a claw, his eyes flashing blood red, causing her heart to pound further.

"Yes," Erica murmured immediately, desperation wafting from her thin fail frame in droves.

"While it would be my pleasure to give you the bite…it is not as simple as that," Peter chided her quietly for agreeing so quickly.

"It never is," Erica murmured desolately, "What do you want?" she'd give them anything, absolutely anything if they were telling her the truth.

Derek listened to Peter speak, eyes widening during some parts of the conversation as digested the information himself. It was information he had been unaware of, in all honesty, and he felt like an utter failure for not knowing everything. He was a born werewolf, he should know these things, but he hadn't been interested in werewolf politics when he was younger. He'd just hated the secrecy, more interesting in basketball and finding someone to love, someone outside of the pack. He'd been young and foolish, and so desperately wished to go back and redo it all again. He couldn't so all he could do was live, for himself, for his pack, as Harry suggested. Nothing he did would change his past but he could change the future.

Peter told her everything, leaving nothing out, how the bite might not take, how careful she had to be during the time from when she was bitten until the full moon – which was when she was the most vulnerable to retaining her human illness and potentially having a seizure the thing Derek definitely hadn't known – once the full moon had been and gone she was safe. Then went on about hunters and what they would do to her, leaving no stone unturned, including the torture they would force her to endure if they caught her and what happened to his family. He gave her the complete uncensored truth, making it so that if anything happened Erica couldn't blame Peter for not being entirely truthful. The pack bonds, what happened to Omega wolves, in case she was tempted to accept the bite then try to live her life as if she hadn't been bitten.

"My…my parents?" Erica asked, a worried look crossing her face.

"I will be willing to discuss this with them," Peter conceded, he wanted to have as many people in the know as possible as pack adjacent. No hunter would expect that, the more people he had on his side the better, and who better than the families of those of his turned Beta's? He had meant it when he said he wanted Beacon Hills fully under his control, so that no hunter would get close to them again. If they wanted the bite too…well more power to him, he wanted a big pack after all. It was easy enough to remove the memories should they prove to be…discourteous. "Just say the word and we can discuss this when you are released,"

"I…it won't change?" Erica asked, vulnerability bleeding into her voice, desperation lacing her every pore.

"It won't," Peter promised her that much, if they didn't react well, he'd remove their memories and then give Erica an ultimatum. The bite and keeping it secret or having her own memories of them removed and going on as usual. It would be a gift really, not remembering the chance she had of being cured which would weigh on her heavily.

"Doctors coming this way," Derek said, Erica wasn't slightly surprised due to the fact she knew how good their hearing was, Peter had explained it all after all. "Four minutes," he estimated before he got to the door of Erica's room.

"You'll come back?" Erica asked, nervousness exuding from her.

"Yes, you have my word," Peter replied, as he stood, they would need to leave now in order to prevent being exposed. "If you need any other advice talk to Stiles, he will relay any information to either myself or Derek." He had both their numbers and could contact them any time he pleased. Although, it was mostly Derek who he chose as his primary means of communication although he did ask him a few questions here and there while he was at the house, constantly visiting his wolf cub while still training his magic while Harry was absent mostly with mountain ash. "We must go, I'll be seeing you soon." He added and it was the right thing to do, Erica seemed to realize he was being genuine and her heartbeat stopped trying to pound its way out of her chest as she calmed down somewhat.

17th April

Unsurprisingly, Erica's parents had reservations about the bite, mostly because of the knowledge that the bite could kill. If she didn't change into a werewolf, she would die, but ultimately it was entirely Erica's decision, and her parents had reluctantly given her the choice on whether to accept it or not. At the end of the day, they realized if they said no they would have a very angry daughter on their hands for a few years before she left home and sought out someone to give her the bite…if she lived long enough to receive it.

Peter got on with Edward Reyes quite well, it was clear to see where Erica got her spunky attitude from. It might also have something to do with them both having the same profession. Peter and Edward were both lawyers, ruthless in order to get their own way. Jessica Reyes was a quiet woman with a strong disposition, she did give her opinion when she wanted to and made it known.

"Go back up those stairs and change that outfit at once," Peter informed Erica arms crossed as he stared at her unimpressed, her father was pretty much in the same league as him. This was her first day of returning to Beacon Hills after accepting the bite, and Peter wasn't the slightest bit impressed with her decision.

"What? Why?" Erica complained, her own arms crossed as she glared at her father but unable to glare at her Alpha full on not willing to risk it.

"Have you not been listening to everything I've said about hunters? Such a large change in you will ring alarm bells in normal people let alone hunters…do you wish for them to realize what you are so soon?" Peter retorted sharply, "I am not doing this to be what you'd call a killjoy, Erica, the risks are very real, and I know and understand you feel strong and powerful, but my pack died, and we were aware of the dangers that existed. Change gradually, for my own sake and your parents if not for you." Giving it to her straight, "You look wonderful, there is no doubting that, and I know you wish to show those who have bullied you for years that you're more than just an epileptic girl…but this…is not the way to do it." his family had all been born this way, he didn't have a whole lot of experience with bitten werewolves, he was learning just as much as Erica was when it came to the nuances.

Not that anyone realized of course.

"Perhaps over the next two months? Such a harsh contrast won't be noticeable and they wont talk about it, please, Erica, I don't want to see you hurt." Jessica begged her daughter, understanding where the men in Erica's life were coming from. It had been wonderful shopping with her daughter, getting her new things, celebrating her new lease of life, but they were right, she hadn't thought about it that way. Her daughter was beautiful, stunning really, she'd always been that way but now it showed.

Erica sighed, "Fine," she murmured, pouting over the fact she couldn't just go into school like this, show them all what she was made of. She also hated the fact that they were all making sense, and the truth in Peter's heartbeat – which she knew now due to the training she'd been doing – made her extremely leery.

"If I have my way she won't ever leave the house looking like that," Edward proclaimed, before muttering, "Where did my little girl go?" making it clear he didn't think badly of her just missing his young daughter.

"And remember she can hear every word in this house…" Peter pointed out in amusement. Having come over to see her off on her first day, and make sure she was prepared for it. If she had gone to school like that, everyone would have been drooling over her, even Stiles, who he suspected to be gay, perhaps even Bi due to his old interest in Lydia Martin but he only knew that because of Harry.

Edward groaned, muttering unintelligibly under his breath, "Is there a way to know if someone around you is…non-human?" he asked Peter, from where he stood in the kitchen, putting everything into the sink, his salt and pepper hair immaculate, dressed in a black suit, ready to go to work after he saw his daughter off. Normally he would go in early, but this was a stepping stone, and he was a senior partner he had no need to impress anyone. He and Jessica got together in their twenties and had a child in their thirties, late in life, having focused on their careers instead of having a child then focusing otherwise.

"You mean a talisman?" Peter asked, giving Edward a knowing look, "There probably is something, but I'm not readily aware of it, I would need to look it up." Watching him load the dishwasher, the house as he had found out, was definitely a one that spoke of taste and money.

"Would you?" Edward questioned, giving Peter a shrewd look as if knowing people like them didn't do something for nothing…except for the pro-bono cases of course, which were inconsequence, or they liked to make people believe it to be the case.

"Indeed," Peter said shrewdly, "You'd need to pay for it once I gather the information of course, should it require doing so." If it was free – and Harry was able to do it – then he would hand it over once it was done. He had no doubt the human was wondering how many of his clients were secretly supernatural. Unlike him, Edward wouldn't be able to tell who was supernatural and not. He didn't have his senses.

"When will I meet the rest of the pack?" Erica asked, as she emerged once again down the stairs, having changed.

Peter nodded his approval, she had removed much of the make-up she had on, leaving her face more neutral, which he definitely preferred. She'd put on a pair of older trousers and a little bit revealing top with a leather jacket on top, so as not to be too obvious. The leather jacket was a gift from Derek by the smell of it, Erica had admired Derek's leather jacket for the past week so it didn't surprise him that Derek had elected to buy her one. He was desperate for pack, going so far as to bribe them, although personally, Peter reckoned it was to make up for the slight that Erica wasn't aware of. Peter wasn't about to tell anyone either just how stupid his nephew could be sometimes. "Much better," he replied, rather envious of Edward, who was quick to collect his briefcase, ready to leave for work, maybe one day…he thought to himself. Once his territory was stable and Argent wasn't a danger to his pack.

They didn't move, Erica was standing there looking rather conflicted and confused, her wolf wanting something she wasn't aware of. She'd bond more closely to her wolf after the full moon, but until then, she was slightly confused about many of her habits but Derek, Cora and Peter were quick to suggest a few things or tell her outright if they knew what it was.

"Come here," Peter said, gesturing for her to come to him, which she did without question, not as confused as she would have been a week ago at her automatic response to her Alpha. Peter hugged her, scent marking her, making it clear she was in his pack for all those of the werewolf persuasion. She relaxed automatically into him, it had been exactly what her and her wolf had been looking for.

Jessica and Edward were still getting used to her…sudden tactile nature, but it had been explained from the beginning that she would be more…physical than ever before. Considering that Erica hadn't been one for physical contact it spoke volumes but Jessica loved that her daughter was so cuddly. It still made Edward uncomfortable seeing an older man, admittedly not as old as he, but still old touching his daughter. He'd just about exploded the first time, but he'd come to understand that Erica needed the grounding touch of her alpha for both her own sake and to encourage the pack bonds so that she would feel grounded, anchored by the full moon.

Peter had firmly told them in no uncertain terms he was in a relationship with his mate after the first time seeing Edward's reaction, and that werewolves mate for life. That he would never cheat on his mate, that they were monogamous by nature, and one day Erica might find hers, adding that Derek had found his too, which did take a lot of wind out of Erica's sails and she was more friendly less flirty with his nephew after that. Derek had been relieved, he didn't seem to know what the hell to do with someone flirting with him. The damage Argent had done continued to this day, and it was quite frankly making Peter wish to resurrect the woman and watch her burn again. He had no idea how to fix it, which irritated both his human and wolf in equal turns.

They must have realized the truth in his statement or were choosing to trust him, either way, he was being truthful and in time they would realize that. They'd see for themselves somewhere down the line, mates gravitated towards each other, were constantly aware, yes, they'd know and see for themselves.

Later that day he was informed by text message that Scott had exploded angrily over her 'transformation' when he realized what happened. That his eyes had glowed in the cafeteria but nobody had seen except her, Stiles and Allison. He'd also been informed by Stiles near school being let out that Scott was still seeing Allison, it wasn't in a way that spoke of Stiles getting Scott into trouble but more along the lines of being concerned – due to his understanding of magic and the contract Scott sighed – also his loyalty to the pack had a great deal to do with it.

He felt smug at his strengthening bond he had with his pack. Despite the concern he felt over the scent he caught on Erica and Stiles, who had been in close proximity of Scott.

It was the scent of Gerard Argent, it had him on the defensive.

He couldn't wait until Harry's returned, despite being surrounded by his scent…he missed his presence like a hole in his heart.

And Harry's return was going to be at the turn of the tide, and he was going to be glorious and vengeful and beautiful in his vengeance he bore down on those who would seek to harm his pack.

The Hale pack was once again going to be whole, healthy, respected, safe and have knowledge of that safety sewn into the very bones of them.

All bar one…who was going to suffer the consequences of his actions as he should have done had Harry not taken pity.

Will Erica end up with Boyd or will we see her with one of the wizards? Teddy? Jimmy? Or will Boyd accept the bite in order to be with Erica and be part of a pack? Will we see a different Alpha pack? One that seeks to destroy the Argents? Or will we merely see them imprisoned (the first of the werewolves imprisoned during the new takeover in Hermione's department?) or killed if they attempt to mess with the Hale pack adding to their reputation in the supernatural world? Will Gerard manage to get away from the pack or will he pay the price for dare putting a hand on Stiles? How will Gerard go about it without a Kanima to aid him or will we see the presence of one turned wolf that isn't Jackson? Will Teddy be there that day cheering Stiles on and notice what's happening and trying to help? Or will Teddy be safe at Hogwarts for what happens next? As for Victoria will she try to kill Scott only to end up bitten by Derek and assuming he was the Alpha kill herself without waiting to see if she'd turn suiciding for no reason? or will the Argent family all end up arrested and imprisoned for the rest of their natural lives? Ensuring the end of the Argent hunter line? I doubt Peter would like nothing less! :D R&R please!