Okay he should not have laughed, but when him and Jeremy walked into Scott's and Kol hit an invisible wall, it had completely thrown him. Then when Jeremy mentioned vampire having to be invited in he kinda lost it.

After meeting Kol, Stiles had been hugely disappointed to learn most of the myths he had read about with vampires were false, including the sun thing, giving as Kol walked around in it just fine. So, when he finally found out one of them was real, he couldn't stop the giddy excited feeling it gave him. The annoyed pouting look on Kol's face however was what set off his giggle fit. Which apparently was loud enough to summon Mason and Corey, who were standing at the bottom of Scotty's staircase.

Wait, what?

Stiles stopped laughing and turned to the two younger men.

"Ummm?" He asked, waving his hand at the two.

Mason just smiled at him and pushed Corey towards the living room, "Scott's in his room and his mom is asleep." Stiles turned to look at Jeremy, wondering if the other man understood what was going on. Jeremy just shrugged and went to stand in the doorway by Kol, who was still stuck outside.

Stiles grinned at the vampire, "Let me get Scott."

He rushed up the stairs, carefully not to be loud. He didn't want to wake Melissa up. He didn't knock on Scott's door, he never did.

"Hey Sco-oh." He stood there bewildered as Isaac looked up from where he was cuddled up behind Scott. The blonde seemed confused for a second before he looked from Stiles to Scott, a huge blush spreading across his face before he scooted away from the Alpha.

"Hey Stiles." Isaac said shyly.

"Hey Stiles?" Stiles repeated walking towards the blonde, "Hey Stiles," He said again a little louder. He punched Isaac in the shoulder, "You left, without telling us. had us freaking out and worried and when you finally come home, all I get is a 'hey Stiles?'"

Isaac dropped his head. "I'm sorry."

Stiles sighed and pulled the idiot wolf into a hug. "I get you had to go man, just please next time, talk to us first." He felt Isaac nodded against his shoulder.

"Stiles, what are you doing here?" Scott asked from where he was now sitting up on his bed.

Stiles pulled away from his friend, making sure to ruffle his hair as he went.

"We got a problem." He said and both wolves groaned together.

"But first," He said grinning, "You have to go invite a vampire into your house?"

"I, what?" Scott asked, already hopping off his bed to find a shirt. "Kol?" the Alpha asked as he pulled a red long sleeve shirt over his head. "Yepp," Stiles replied amused, "I guess that's one myth thats true. He can't come in until you say so." Scott smiled at him and headed for his door.

When Stiles didn't move to follow, "You teased him didn't you?" Scott said stopping to look at him.

"Maybe a little," Stile said holding up to his fingers, showing them about an inch apart. His friend shook his head and walked off. Stiles wasn't really worried about Kol, he did however want a minute along with Isaac.

"I'm glad you back." He told the wolf as Isaac stood up and started looking for a shirt of his own. Stiles almost grinned when the blonde grabbed one of Scott's and pulled it on. Not seeming to notice what he was doing, Isaac moved to pull on his shoes.

"Me too." Isaac replied.

"Scott missed you." He said and watched as Isaac's hands stopped, just for a second before continuing to tie his shoelaces. "Like, ridiculously so." Again he saw Isaac's freeze.

Before the wolf stood up, "I missed him too." It was said quick and Stiles didn't have to be a wolf to hear the way Isaac's breathing had changed. It seemed his theory about Isaac was right. He had suspected it years ago. Even before Isaac and Allison had started dating. The tall curly haired blonde always gravitated towards Scott, even invading the other boys personal space, not that either of them had seemed bothered by it.

Stiles had always planned to ask Scotty if he liked Isaac but then Allsion and Isaac started dating and he didn't want to hurt Scott by bringing it up. Then Allison had died and Isaac was gone and no way was he bring it up then. But now with the blonde back, maybe he should.

"So vampire?" Isaac asked, shifting his feet uncomfortably. Stiles allowed the subject change. He quickly filled Isaac in on Kol as they walked down the stairs.

They found the others in the living room. Jeremy and Kol on the couch, Scott sitting on the arm of the couch at Jeremy's side, Mason was on the loveseat with Corey at his feet, which remained Stiles he needed to ask why they were here.

He focused on the important thing first, "Peter is missing. Or atleast Derek thinks he is," he started.

"They aren't together?" Scott asked. Stiles shook his head.

"Turns out Petey was still in town, keeping an eye on us for Derek, who hasn't heard from him in a couple days. He called me worried this morning. I told him we would look for him."

Scott pulled out his phone, Stiles watched as he sent out a text. He knew it was a group message because his phone, Mason, and Corey's (to Stiles surprise, he didn't know Corey was part of their group chats) beeped.

"Where should we start?" Scott asked after he put his phone away.

"Where does he live?" Jeremy asked. Stiles and Scott looked at each other.

"We don't know." Stiles said, "He stayed with Derek for a while, but he said he has his own apartment. But refused to tell us where."

"What about the Hale house?" Mason asked.

"Why would he be here?" Scott asked, "The state took it back didn't they."

"And but he bought it back." The younger man said.

"He did?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah," Mason replied, "My dad mentioned it a while back. I guess Peter fought the states claim or something. He had to pay off all the back taxes or whatever but he got it back. Dad was mad, I guess there was some developer that wanted the Hale land to build on and Peter's claim screwed it up."

"Oh," Stiles said, "Well then I guess we start there."

"You guys will start there," Scott corrected, "I'm heading out to the preserve with the twins and Isaac to try and get the ferals to talk."

Peter's POV

Three days.

At least that was his guess as to how long he had been stuck here. Whoever was holding him here, made sure he had food and water, even clean clothes. So far there have been three different dinners, so he assumed three days.

Not that the information did him any good. He hadn't found a way out yet, nor did he have any idea who or what was holding him.

His sister and mother still appeared at random. His mother seemed distant, talking about the old days, she didn't really react when he growled or threatened her. Talia was different, she did react. Telling him that his anger was misplaced. His sister was harder to ignore, maybe because she had physically touched him. The first time to take his pain, the second had been this morning when he had started to panic at the trapped feeling. She appeared behind him, hand on the back of his neck, grounding him. He had stumbled and fell to his knees, which she followed talking to him softly until he could breathe again.

When he came back to himself, he was angry. This being whatever it was had no right to use Talia against him. To make him remember what it had been like to have her as his Alpha, and make him long for that again. He had shouted at air, until he was hoarse. Now he was sitting on the couch, staring at the wall, trying to puzzle out the reason for all this.

When he first heard a vehicle approaching, he thought it was wishful thinking. But then he heard Stiles' crappy jeeps squeaking brakes and car doors slamming shut. He jumped to his feet and ran to the living room window.

And sure enough there was Stiles, a couple members of the pack, and two kids he didn't recognize.

"Stiles!" He shouted, feeling relieved, he might actually get out of this cursed house. When the human didn't look up he pounded on the glass.

"He can't hear you." Peter's hand froze, in fact his whole body froze, as he felt the blood drain from his face. He swallowed and slowly turned to face his niece.

"Laura." He whispered. He probably should have expected her. After all, he was being haunted by the dead female members of his family. Or so it seemed. So why wouldn't she appeared.

"Uncle Peter." She said. She smiled, which tore at him. Shouldn't she be angry? He had killed her? Ripped her appeared in his madness.

"Oh, uncle Peter," She moved towards him and he stumbled back, back hitting the window he had been pounding on. "You need to forgive yourself." She whispered placing her hand gently against his cheek, "You weren't in control. How could you have been, so many moon's trapped in your body. No way for you to change, to run, to experience the full moon. You don't blame Cora for her attack on Derek do you?" She asked, and Peter cringed.

"Of course you don't. She had been denied the feel of the moon for months. Neither you nor Derek expected her to be able to control herself. Why is it so easy to forgive her and not yourself. When you, Uncle Peter, had been denied it years."

"I…Cora didn't kill anyone." He replied, trying to hang on to his anger, he pulled his head away from her hand. Not that his niece seemed bothered. She took a step back replying, "She would have, if Derek and others hadn't stopped her."

He growled, but it didn't sound as threatening as he had hoped. Probably because he didn't want to threaten her. He just didn't want to think about. Think about the fact that if there had still been a pack here that maybe, just maybe he wouldn't have killed his niece.

"Hey Derek." Stiles voice drifted through the walls and Peter tried to listen without taking his eyes off Laura.

"So good news, bad news." The human said.

"Stiles." His nephew said, drawing the kids' name out in annoyance.

"We found Peter." He heard Derek let out a breath, and Peter closed his eyes. He hadn't been sure how Derek felt about him. They had gotten closer lately but he knew there was still a wall between them, but it seemed his nephew had been worried enough to call Stiles.

"But?" Derek said after a second.

"Well, we can't get to him." The human replied and Peter found himself turning to look out the window. Stiles and Mason, he was pretty sure that was the other boys name, were standing on the porch poking and prodding at the front door. "It's like a barrier is around your old house."

"Can you talk to him?" His nephew asked sounding worried. Peter's wolf wanted to whimper at the affection his nephew cearly still had for them.

"Kol can hear his heart beat. But that's it." The normally spastic said an eerily gentle voice. "Jeremy thinks the magic around the house, is letting us know he is in side, but not what is going on." Who the hell is Kol and Jeremy? Peter wondered, looking out towards the two strangers with Stiles.

"Who the hell are Kol and Jeremy?" His nephew snarled through the phone. Peter saw one of the boys laugh and the other hit him in the chest.

"Kol is a vampire, and Jeremy is a friend." Peter's eyes and ears honed in one the two strange boys and he noticed that only one of them had a heart beat.

"A vampire?" There was a low growl, Peter wasn't sure the human ears could catch, "Stiles?" Peter could tell Derek was close to panic and so was he. The stupid human had a habit of hanging out with dangerous people but a vampire? That was new and Peter was trapped and unable to protect him. He growled and to his surprise the vampire's head snapped up and looked towards the window.

"Um I think he can hear us?" the bloodsucker said.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked.

"I heard him growl. But it disappeared quickly. Like the magic around the house wasn't expecting me to pick it up." The vampire shrugged and squinted his eyes looking back at Peter. It was strange because Peter was sure they couldn't see him.

Peter punched the window.

"Well that's a good thing isn't it?" a quiet voice asked and Peter watched as the chimera Corey appeared at his boyfriend's side. "It means he knows we are here and we are trying to get him out. Right?" He asked looking at Stiles.

"Right." Stiles with a smirk, "Hear that Peter, we are going to get your ass out of this house. And then you can tell us why you didn't tell us you were in town. Scotty is pissed at you." Peter snorted and then groaned. What the hell had he done to piss the young Alpha off?

"Do you have any idea what's trapping him?" Derek asked over the phone.

Peter saw the small group exchange looks and knew before Stiles answered that they didn't.

"No." Stiles said with a frown, "But we'll figure it out."

"They care about you." His niece said and he dropped his head against the glass window. He had forgotten her. "They care about Derek." he replied.

"Is it easier for you to believe that?" His sister replied instead of his niece and he turned to find them standing side by side. It was the first time he had seen two of the apparitions together.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked Talia.

"If you believe they don't care, it's easy to pretend you don't." His niece said. He growled at her.

"Why the hel-"

"Winchesters." That name caused all the hair on his neck to stand and he spun to look for Stiles. How had the stupid human known that name?

"You think they might know?" The human next to the vampire asked.

"They might." Stiles replied.

"The Winchesters?!" Derek shrieked from over the phone causing the human pulled the phone away from his ear,"What the hell are they doing in Beacon Hills! Stiles you have to be careful they aren't like Chris."

"They are here after the ferals." Stiles replied then flinched when Derek growled.

"What ferals?" His nephew asked and Peter wondered if he had been locked in the house longer than he'd thought. How the hell had ferals and the Winchesters wandered into town and he missed it.

"They appeared a few days ago attacked a school bus," Stiles replied, "there are five missing kids." The young man looked at his friends for a second then closed his eyes, "We can't find them. Somehow they are hiding their scents and Chris thinks there are more attacks coming."

"I'm going home." Derek said and Peter could already hear his nephew moving through the phone. Derek growled, "Stiles book me a flight. Now. Then message me the information."

"Derek you-"

"Now Stiles." The human murmured something at the phone that Peter didn't hear before he hung up and started typing away at something on his phone.

"Now what?" The other human asked.

"Well," Stiles said looking away from his phone, "We have to tell Scott we found Peter. Then we have to get one of the hunters out here. See if they recognize anything that will help us break this spell or whatever it is, and hopefully we can get Peter out.

Scott's POV

Scott walked into the shack, Isaac at his side, stopped midstep. He looked at the small group trying to figure out what was going on. He had expected the twins. They had been on guard duty that morning. What he wasn't expecting was Danny and Theo both seated a few feet away from the twins.

Scott looked at Ethan with a raised eyebrow.

"He already knew." Ethan said with a shrug.

Scott looked over at Danny, "How much?..How long?"

Dany smiled, "It's kinda hard to miss your best friend acting oddly and turning into a giant lizard. And no offense Scott, you and Stiles aren't really subtle when you're discussing all the weird shit going on in town, in the locker room, when it's full." Isaac and Ethan chuckled. "And I know you, Ethan, Aiden. Isaac and Malia are werewolves. I don't know what he is?" He said looking towards Theo.

"Chimera." Theo said. Danny did this weird head tilt, "the genetic kind or the legend kind?"

Scott tried not to sigh when Theo looked impressed at the human, "Genetic. I'm technically a werewolf/coyote mix. And Malia, she's a coyote not a wolf."

"Okay, we can catch Danny up on what everyone is later. Right now, I want to talk to them." He turned away from his pack and toward the ferals. Inside the five ferals sat in the far back corner huddled together in their wolf forms. The sight of them made Scott's skin crawl and heart hurt. These wolves were malnourished, weak, with tattered and dirty fur. And they were getting worse, his pack had tried giving them food, but the ferals refused to touch it. Scott wanted to help them, needed to help them, especially if what Chris and the others said about the possibility they weren't responsible for their actions. If it was true and their alpha, or whoever controlling them was the only one responsible then that person needed to be stopped, and their victims helped. All their victims.

He was careful as he moved closer to the cage. Two of the ferals growled, while three of the others tried moving closer and hiding behind their pack-mates.

"I just want to talk." He said gently. That did nothing to reassure any of the ferals.

"Please." He said, he placed his hands against the fence. One of the ferals lunged at him, Scott was yanked backwards by Aiden just in time to keep all his fingers. Aiden and Ethan moved to his sides, growling, their teeth elongated and eyes blue. Scott winced when all but one feral whimpered and moved further into the corner. The one that had lunged for Scott, however bared it's own teeth snarling at him and the twins.

"Guys." He snapped turning to them. He grabbed one arm each and yanked the twins out of the shack. "I won't be able to get them to listen to me with you two growling at them."

"Scott," Aiden said, "they aren't going to trust you. They aren't going to do anything. They aren't human anymore. The only people they will listen to or trust is their pack." Scott closed his eyes, Chris had said the same thing.

"I have to try." He said opening his eyes. "Just stay here. Please."

The twins looked unhappy at his request but let him turn and head back inside alone. Well not alone, Theo and Danny where still there.

"Let's try this again." He muttered and moved back to the fence. He didn't try and touch it this time, just stood close to it.

"My names Scott." He tried, "I want to help you." Besides the expected growling there was nothing. He knelt on the ground, which got barely audible growl from Theo behind him. Scott shot the coyote/wolf a glare. Theo's blue eyes locked on his and something hummed through Scott. It was uncomfortable and he had the urge to stand. He shook his head and looked back to the ferals.

"Can you understand me?" He asked the feral in front of him. The wolf stood front bowed low, snarling at Scott and the others. "Please." He pleased, "I need to know if you understand me." The wolf gave no indication that it understood Scott. He groaned in annoyance and stood up.

He took a few steps back and took a deep breath, he felt his wolf stir inside him and drew on it. Then he roared.

He almost choked mid roar when he was flooded with power. He had felt this before, normally when he roared, he felt his own power and nothing more, this time though he could actually feel his pack especially those at the shack with him. Their power flooded surged through him over the connections their shared. It was incredible.

When his roar finished, he chose to push the revelation about feeling his pack down until after he finished with the ferals. He did feel a little guilty as they whimpered and turned human.

"Can you understand me?" He asked them again as he again moved close to the fence. He gritted his teeth when again there was no kind of recognition from any of them.

"Maybe they need time?" Danny asked, moving to stand next to him. The goalie placed his hand on Scott's shoulder and Scott felt a slight ripple at the contact and wondered how close Danny was to being pack. Cleary there was a start to a bond there.

"We don't have time." He replied, "The rest of their pack could attack at anytime, and we still have no idea where they are or even how many of them there are."