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Teen Wolf 50

As his friend stood in front of his wife and the pair stared at each other, Lane felt fear lance through his heart, not for himself but for J.J. Blu was 5'2" and looked like a good stiff breeze could blow her over but everyone knew better than to doubt the ferocity of the woman J.J. called Li'l Mama.

For J.J. their current staring contest or in Blu's case glaring contest was caused by him calling her that fond nickname. Then J.J. had seen his three children and the Hawaiian warrior's dark complexion had if not paled definitely changed to a more greenish hue. The children were older, noticeably older. The once infant daughter was now a toddler hiding behind her mothers leg.

The boy who used to sit on Lane's knee was now standing in front of his mother and siblings growling at the three men. His eyes glowing a fierce yellow. The other boy was standing behind his brother, one hand on his brothers shoulder the other on his mothers leg, his eyes were the almost black color of his mother.

There were four women behind her who had belonged to several of the males who had been killed in the damned games. Lane completely agreed with the hard looks he was receiving from those women. Those looks had replaced the hopeful ones when they had first arrived, the glances that had skidded over the trio and looked over their shoulders for their mates.

Men who would not be coming home, all because he hadn't listened to his own mate and had instead fallen for the chemical charms of the traitorous bitch. The only comfort he could give them was the fact that her remains wouldn't be found anytime soon, if at all. For some of them though he knew that wouldn't be enough.

Those thoughts were relegated to the back of his mind though at the moment. He was looking over the children and the women and knew that his family wasn't among those refugees present. He knew he should wait until Blu had calmed enough to accept her mate before he started discussing his own family. Especially since she was currently acting as the stand in for the Alpha but he was here now.

"Where is my mate?" he asked with just enough Alpha in his tone to show respect but also demand it in return. He knew instantly it was the wrong way to go as electric blue eyes stared at him from out of her dark face.

She gave a command in French Creole which suddenly had all of the children and two of the other women heading back inside. The long house suddenly had the windows shut and metal shutters slamming down as the doors were shut and bolts could be heard slamming home. These sounds were accompanied by the snarling guttural call of the female wolf, who had shifted into her Beta form in front of them

What she said next sent ice down Lane's spine. "You have no mate, you have no family. You have no Pack here. None of you do." she said and glared at J.J. as she said it. "I am acting as Bolverk in this Pack and as Alpha in our Alpha's absence."

"You are not welcome here," and he felt the venom in her voice as she said, "You will not be welcome here when the Alpha returns either. Leave or suffer."

Lane felt as if he had been slapped. Then his anger rose, how dare this Beta challenge him.

"You think you can take me Blu?" he asked with a smile he probably shouldn't have used. The females eyes focused on him and despite himself he braced for an attack.

"I was hers before we ever met you, Cassidy." Blu reminded. "You no longer have or deserve our loyalty."

"I will defend this Pack from any interloper. You or others," she said her eyes shifting to J.J. pointedly. "I may or may not survive, but I promise you will bear my mark for the rest of your days. However they are numbered."

Even J.J. stepped back at that warning. It was the warning of a mother wolf. It was a reminder that the females were always the more dangerous, especially when the family was threatened. A family that had once been theirs until they had abandoned their Pack for the scent of another female.

A female who had caused them to abandoned their mates, families, their children. So that now the females were protecting the children from the few remaining males. Without the children there was no Pack, and the females knew this they would kill anyone who tried to do harm and they could be vicious.

Mothers fought dirty.

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Although they had been deep in the woods, when they had received the call. Her dad had actually carried her Poppa out of the Preserve. They'd made good time.

Poppa was calling the hospital to find out Jackson's exact condition. The receptionist had recognized Peter's voice and connected the call to the nurses station. He was now getting a run-down on Jackson's condition from the doctor who was treating the teen.

Malia was grooming her father's hair from the backseat. Running her fingers through the hair and over their shoulders to remove the twigs and leaves they had accumulated in their charge through the forest. She managed to find a lab coat and Peter's ID in the backseat of the SUV.

She had just found a jacket for Chris when he squealed into the parking lot and Peter jumped out practically before the car pulls to a stop. Chris pulled into a physician parking space before he and Malia also jumped out of the vehicle. He pulled on the jacket and he and Malia fell into step behind Peter.

Melissa suddenly appeared and fell into step with the werewolf as he slipped into doctor mode. Rapid fire questions were answered by the nurse as they practically trotted to the ICU. If Peter was surprised by Talia's presence in the waiting room, he didn't show it.

The red-haired doctor whose name tag read Dyson saw Peter the same time the rest of the Pack did. She came toward the other physician the same time everyone in the waiting room jumped to their feet. Peter held both hands up to ward off the approaching group with a firm command to "Stay," as the other doctor approached.

Derek scowled, Stiles snorted, the Hale girls smiled a little worried at the command. Chris ignored the command and followed his mate and Jackson's room, which made sense. Peter may know medicine but Chris knew poison.

Stiles grabbed Derek's arm and dragged him down the hall. They came to the hospital chapel and Stiles pulled his mate into the room behind him. He closed the door and asked the question that was on both of their minds, since this had all began.

"How do we tell them that Allison did this?"

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Strangely enough Talia Hale was doing her best to stay out of the way and just observe this new Pack.

"Well," she thought. "New might not be an accurate term for Derek's Pack. After all Derek had been made and had been collecting his Pack for a year and a half now.

The Pack bonds were mostly settled now. This was clear by the way they were comforting each other. The Whittemore boys condition was fragile at best. Yet if he did manage to recover he had an excellent support group to help him back to full recovery.

Including her youngest Cora. Which was a surprise as Talia had for the longest thought of her daughter of an asexual creature. The Alpha was also surprised to be getting a maternal vibe from her oldest.

Derek's mate was the one who she had been studying, was a mysterious, potential danger, but also a very protective Pack member. It was during things like this that she missed her own mate. He had been the people person, the observer.

She was having a harder time in the role than she expected. Talia still missed him terribly. She missed his insights and compassionate nature as well.

She watched the Alpha pair when they returned from wherever they had gone. She began to understand Stiles more as she sees the obvious love between the pair.

Dr. Dyson left the ICU and both Peter and Chris began to examine Jackson more closely. The two men put aside their relationship as they worked to determine the poison. Talking back and forth over Jackson's comatose body. They were ruling things out, until Chris suddenly sees something he recognizes.

Something that is an Argent specialty. At the same time he realizes that one person had been missing from the waiting room when they had come through.

"Allison," he whispered.