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Sorry for the delay with this chapter, I am really struggling to be in the right frame of mind to write and this chapter has taken ages to get done.
Alison may get through to her father, and the pack are horrified by what is happening to their alpha..
A Nightmare Shared:
Alison Argent frowned at her father who simply starred back at her, she would not be stopped from returning to Beacon Hill and her pack.
"Dad if you don't take me back to Beacon Hills I will never forgive you." Alison was now glaring at her silent father. "If we lose any of the pack then I will disown you, you will be dead to me."
Christopher Argent realised now that even if he saved his daughter from the hunters who were determined to put an end to the last of the Hale's, he would lose her from his life as she was adamant in her belief in the words she had just spoken.
"Dad we have to stop them." Alison felt dread filling her, she had no idea if any of the pack had been hurt by the hunters yet. If her own father was scared enough to kidnap her away then her pack was in serious trouble, especially with Derek injured and Peter weakened.
"We can't Alison, Silverstone would have already put his plan into action." Chris refused to flinch from his daughters intense gaze. "It's too late."
Sheriff Stiliniski felt his heart leap into his throat when he and some of his deputies arrived at the Hale house, or what was left of it. The newly rebuilt house was once again a smoking ruin, the sheriff was almost taken back to the scene of destruction that occurred when fire destroyed the previous house because of hunters and he had been a deputy.
"Stiles where are you?" The elder Stilinski wanted his son safe, he and the others were horrified by what they had found, it looked like a war zone, the damage to the house was extensive, and he wanted to find his son and the rest of the pack now, to make sure they were all safe. Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, he called his son, sagging in relief when his call was answered.
"Hey dad." Stiles voice was calm.
"Where are you son?" The sheriff looked towards the house as his son ran through his explanation. He felt the blood drain from his face as he heard what had happened, he began rapidly issuing orders pleased when his deputies rushed to obey him, he would have the two teenagers rescued hopefully quickly and then they would come up with a plan to find and save the rest of his son's pack.
"We'll get them out sheriff." Deputy Jordan Parish was stood next to the elder man, he had overheard what the man's son had said about the house being attacked by men with guns, and how they had found safety in the panic room the Hale's had installed.
"You say you want to save me but you're going to lose me over this dad, if you don't take me back." Alison had to keep trying to get her father to see reason while she weighed up the possibility of having to use physical violence against the last remaining member of her family. "You say we follow the code but your actions are just as bad as Kate and Gerard."
"I am nothing like Gerard or Kate." Chris snapped back, why could Alison not see that he was doing what he was in order to prevent his daughter from being hurt.
"No you're worse, you're going to let my innocent friends die because you want to protect me." Alison was desperate to get back to Beacon Hills. "What makes me so special, what makes my life more important than Lydia's or Stiles or any of the others?"
"You're innocent." Chris loved his daughter so much.
"And so are my pack dad." Alison shot back she blinked back tears she would not cry, she would get back and help save her pack. "They have never hurt anyone innocent dad."
"That's not true Alison." Chris loved how loyal his daughter was it was an admirable trait. "Both the Hales have killed before."
"Peter only killed the people responsible for murdering his wife, his children and his pack." Alison shook her head, she would defend the two men who were the last surviving Hales."And Derek he helped Paige because he did not want her to suffer."
"There have been others." Chris answered he would not be swayed on the Hales, really he would not.
"You mean the Alpha pack." Alison remembered how brutal Derek had been after Stiles had been hurt, he had literally ripped Deucalion apart. "He was protecting me and the rest of the pack."
"No alpha should have that much power." Chris was always worried that if Derek went off the rails nobody would be able to stop him. "Taking down the alpha of alpha's has made Derek to strong, it was only a matter of time before a hunter went after him."
Derek fought not to roar with pain, the removal of his fangs had been extremely horrific and painful. But this was even worse, Derek could not shift back from his alpha form and the hunter was slowly skinning him alive.
"I've always wanted an alpha's pelt." Arran Silverstone was delighted by the horror on the young packs faces. He was delighted with the tears streaming down the female werewolf's face, the girl kept hiding her face against the black teenagers shoulder, but then when her alpha made a pained sound she looked towards him. "And you are the largest most striking alpha around so when I take your pelt it will have a place of honour in my home."
"You leave him alone." Scott yelled he could not believe the evilness that this hunter was capable of, the man was using a skinning knife to remove his alphas fur. "Don't you touch him."
Arran laughed at the young werewolf, he waved the knife he held at him grinning from ear to ear.
"But I am enjoying myself, so why should I stop." Arran turned his attention back to the chained alpha, making another incision he cut carefully so as not to damage the thick fur.
"I'm going to rip you limb from limb." Peter snarled around his fangs he was finding it hard not to shift and throw himself against the bars to try and escape. "You will beg for death when I get my hands on you."
Both Silverstone's threw back their heads and laughed raucously, they were not frightened by the older Hale's threat as he and the rest of the pack were completely secured and unable to escape the cage. Arran turned back to his grisly task, he stroked a hand through the thick black fur, he wondered if the Hale alpha would lose his mind from the skinning process, it would be interesting to witness.
Alison was so relieved it seemed like she was maybe getting through to her father, he had been devastated when she had told him her mother's true intentions towards Scott. Alison had not wanted to hurt her father as she loved him, but she wanted him to understand that she knew the truth and did not blame Derek at all for what he had done when he had rescued her boyfriend. Alison missed her mother immensely but if she had succeed in murdering the innocent boy then Alison would have lost all respect for her and she doubted she would have been able to live in the same house as her now dead parent. Alison blamed Gerard for her mother's death because she had not needed to kill herself, Alison would have loved and protected her from any and all hunters or werewolves who would have tried to kill her.
"It's too late Alison." Chris saw devastation on his daughters face, but then stubborn determination spread across her beautiful face.
"There has to be a way to save them Dad." Alison could tell her dad was thinking.
"Some of them may already be dead Alison." Chris watched as Alison's fists clenched.
"We have to try to save as many of the pack as we can." Alison did not think that the hunters would have killed any of the pack yet, because most hunters who were like Silverstone wanted to torture and maim before they killed and so the pack was probably all still alive.
"We'll need help." Chris took out his phone.
"Who are you calling?" Alison felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders now that her father was going to help her. Although she knew that once this was over she would have to deal with what he had done by kidnapping her, she could only imagine how the pack was going to react once they returned to Beacon Hills.
"We need to see whose still alive." Chris saw his words hit Alison like a blow.
Peter was growling a low angry noise as he was surrounded by the pack, each one of the teenagers was whining and sobbing as they listened to pain filled noises his nephew was making. The young pack members had moved as close to the elder Hale as they could each one was burying the faces against the growling werewolf as they could not watch what was happening to their alpha anymore. Peter could not look away he would watch everything that was happening to his nephew, he would not turn away, he did not blame the youngsters for their reactions they were innocent.
Derek had fought to hold in the pain but as his pelt was peeled from his alpha form he simply had to give voice to the agony he was feeling. He hated that his pack could see and hear and smell everything that was happening to him, he would protect his pack and if that meant being tortured and maimed that would be what he would do, because he would eventually heal from his wounds.
"Shut up you mutts." David Silverstone shouted at the caged wolves, he turned back to his uncle and the chained alpha, he watched in fascination as the man wielded a skinning knife like a professional butcher, blood was pooling under the hanging alpha who was moaning in agony. David wondered what the scene must be like for the werewolves, they not only could see and hear what was happening but they must be able to smell and possibly able to taste the blood the alpha was losing.
Peter stroked any part of the pack he could reach, he could feel Jackson sobbing against his side, and Erica whimpering against his back. He continued to growl, he could not believe what these animals were doing to his nephew, he wanted to be sick at the idea of being stripped of fur while you were still conscious, the pain his nephew and alpha must be suffering had to be excruciating.
"Oh no there will be no passing out." Arran Silverstone snapped his fingers at his nephew who handed him the smelling salts, he smirked pleased when the alpha's eyes snapped back open after his brief moment of unconsciousness. Suddenly his cell phone started ringing, snapping off the gloves he was wearing he stepped back from the bloody alpha and put the phone to his ear.
Derek shook his head as he tried to focus on his pack to check on them now Silverstone had paused in his stripping of his pelt. Derek hated that his previous weakened condition and the torture he had gone through where making concentrating difficult. He let loose an angry snarl when he recognised Argent's voice on the other end of the phone line.
"None of the wolves are dead yet, but the two humans of the pack are dead and buried beneath the rubble of the Hale house."