A/N~ This chapter is really short but is kind of pivotal and while I haven't actually revealed who the victim is, I bet some of you can guess who it is. That will be revealed in the next chapter. In the meantime Happy Sterek Week and Happy Halloween. ~A
Chapter 35
The Alpha pair quietly make themselves presentable as they walk up the steps to the front porch of the McCall residence. Stiles doesn't have to be a werewolf to hear Scott yelling from outside the front door.
"Mom, you invited them?" Scott yelled and Stiles having lost his mom, didn't take the disrespect to Mama McCall well.
"Yes Scott," the older woman said, and both admired the level of sarcasm, "I invited your best friend and my other son and our Alpha to join us for dinner."
Stiles and Derek glanced at one another before the teen knocked on the door. Melissa McCall answered the door and said with a smile, "Using the front door for a change instead of the window. Derek must be rubbing off on you, Stiles."
Stiles snorted uncontrollably before laughing uncontrollably for a minute while Derek ushered him into the house entryway, blushing a deep shade of pink even under his olive skin. "Sorry Mama McCall lets just say when it comes to climbing through windows, Derek is an influence just not for being against it."
"Do I need to have the talk with you two?" Mellissa said. Stiles actually had a smirk on his face as he said in amusement, "I would actually pay to see you give the talk to Derek, extra if I could record it for future generations."
When he saw the almost matching glares from his mate and Mellissa he only smiled bigger as he said, "You already gave both Scott and I that talk when we were like twelve. Single most embarrassing conversation I have ever had. Made more so by the fact my best friend was in the room with me and equally embarrassed." he reminded matter-of-factly as he gave the woman a slight bow.
"Don't worry though, Derek is an even bigger fan of my virtue than I am." When the woman looked between the two in confusion, Stiles felt the need to explain further, "We're not going to sleep together, have sex, make love whatever connotation you want to put on it until I turn eighteen."
"Oh crap no," Scott yelled from the kitchen, where he seemed to be hiding out. "TMI!"
"Please Scott!" Stiles said as he stormed into the kitchen area and said, "What is your issue?"
"My issue is I don't want to hear about you guys kissing, and what you do with each other when you spend time together." Scott said sharply.
"Why not. It's all you could talk about whenever you and Allison were together." Stiles said and there was irritation in his voice but he managed to keep his voice level and not yell back at his friend.
Derek and Mellissa were standing in the doorway to the kitchen. This wasn't really what they were supposed to be here for, but it was a matter that they apparently had to get out of the way before they got to the real issue of Scott having been bitten.
"It's not the same," Scott sneered. "He's only sleeping with you to get to your friends."
Scott suddenly found himself six feet across the room and six inches off the ground. The Beta face and Alpha eyes facing him showing how angry Derek really was. "You do not say anything like that to him ever again." Derek demanded.
"I can say whatever I like to either of you," Scott said recklessly, fearless in his assurance that Stiles would let him get away with it. "This is all your fault. You ruined my life!"
"How did we do that Scott?" Stiles asked from where he was holdng Mellissa back as Scott began to thrash in Derek's hold. "I can't bite you and Derek didn't change you. So how is it our fault?"
"You did this to me," Scott ranted, ignoring the Alpha and the Spark entirely.
"Where were you Scott?" Derek asked and when the new wolf to be ignored him. Derek's eyes flashed red and he used the Alpha voice. Unwillingly Scott exposed his throat and answered the question, "I was in the Preserve running, practicing for lacrosse."
"Scott, you know the problems we have been having with Laura. You know how dangerous she is, you know all of this. The Preserve is Hale Pack territory. Why would you pull such a bone head move?" Stiles asked with obvious exasperation as he tugged on his hair in frustrated anger.
The dark haired teens eyes flashed amber, "I thought I was under Derek's protection." He sassed in a poor imitation of Stile's voice.
"You would be," said Derek, "If you actually listened. Where were you in the Preserve?"
At first the teen looked as if he wasn't going to answer, "Scott Rafael McCall, answer the Alpha this minute." Demanded the voice of his mother, with havy emphasis on the middle name.
The boy actually flinched, before mumbling, "I was on the trail near the school."
"Oh my gawd," Stiles growled in frustration. "Scott were you not paying attention when we said that was the very edge of the Hale territory? Were you not paying attention when we said don't go there after dark, ever. You may be under Derek's protection Scott but free will is free will. If you willfully disobey the Alpha's orders, the protection is null and void, you moron."
"Figures you'd take his side," Scott said sullenly. Without another word, just growling, Stiles stepped forward around Derek and with a hard smack to the back of the head. Scott actually yelped like a wounded puppy.
"Typical," Stiles said, "What else do you remember?" the teen asked his friend in a tired but still aggravated tone.
"I was in the woods, running, I got hit, and then red eyes all around me. Too many red eyes." Scott said and actually shuddered.
"How many?" Stiles asked with trepidation.
"At least four pairs," Scott replied a little dazedly.
"That's more than both Packs have together, Scott."
"I know," the teen replied miserably.
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An hour or so later: The Alpha pair are talking as they leave a still very upset McCall family. Stiles could see that Derek is very disturbed by this turn of events and by the revelation that it appeared several Alpha's were involved in the attack on Scott.
"At least now we know that it wasn't your sister that attacked Scott and turned him," Stiles reminded his mate.
Derek leaned his hands on the front of the Jeep and looked across the hood at his mate as he replied, "On the negative side if what I think is going on is true, nobody is going to be safe. Not really," he says and then pulls out his cell phone and adds, "I need to warn my mother, if she'll answer."
"What are you talking about?" Stiles asked feeling only a slight concern that the cat will be let out of the bag on the alliance but more concerned about what has Derek so freaked.
Before Derek can explain, his mother does answer and what follows is a rapid fire conversation that seems to be in Spanish. There is a moment when his mates eyes softened and Stiles knew the connection between mother and son was beginning to repair itself.
When he got off the phone with his other for the first time in several months. Stiles drove the Jeep as Derek explained about Alpha Packs. The explanation took quite a bit longer than Stiles had expected and was far more disturbing than the teen could have ever imagined.
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The man ran down the hallway, trying to get away from the things chasing him. He had cancelled is dinner with his wife this evening in order to show a piece of property to some clients from out of town. It was a commercial property an old bank that was still in excellent condition.
He had thought it a little unusual that they wanted to see the property in the evening hours but figured that they were coming from out of town and were only available to see the property in the evening hours.
He was in good shape but there were at least four of them and he was only a Beta they were all Alpha's. Then he felt something slam into the side of his head. If he had been more of a target and less of a message, the Alphas would have probably tortured him longer, apparently though he wasn't worth the effort as the claws ripped though his throat just as he started to come around. His wife and children were all he could think of as the light faded from his bottle green eyes.
~X~
Scott lunged up out of bed with a scream and checking his fingers for blood as he had felt his own clawed fingers rip out the mans throat.
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Allison was talking about her issues with Scott the next day as they were heading to school. Lydia was driving her cute little car and answering her friend absently. Allison assumed that she was just concentrating on her driving.
Then she realized that they were heading down an alley and nowhere near the school. As a matter of fact the pair were all the way on the other end of town. "Lydia, where are we going?" she asked.
Instead of answering her friend the shorter girl got out of her car and started wandering down the alley. Surprisingly steady on her high heels in the debris laden alleyway, Ludia moved further to the dead end at the end of this alley..
Allison heard her friend begin to whimper as they moved closer to a particularly large trash pile. Then suddenly se was yanking trash bags off of the pile and throwing them to the other side of the alley. Her keening growing in volume, as she became more desperate in uncovering whatever was under the pile.
"Lydia what…." Allison said.
A screech erupted from the strawberry blonds lips as she removed a final bag of garbage. The screech increased in volume until Allison was kneeling on the ground the palms of her hands compressed into her ears as tears flowed from her eyes. Her head felt as if it were on fire. Lydia crashed to her knees beside her in the trash covered alleyway. Her own eyes glassy as she fell toward Allison as her voice fell silent finally.
Allison pulled her friend closer trying to console her as she continued to whimper. As she called the Sheriff on his cell phone to report the murder, of an unfamiliar older man.