Peter had spent the night with Stiles in his cabin but he didn't stay for breakfast. Stiles was in a hurry, he wanted to swing by John's place to take a shower and change into fresh clothes before he headed out to school, not as if a quick shower would be enough to wash off Peter's scent.

"You have a marking kink. You know that, right?" Stiles was prodding the hickey on his neck.

"It will only last until you go under again," Peter reminded him and stepped up behind him. "Have to make it worth it." He put his mouth on the abused spot, his teeth fit perfectly into the imprints already there.

"Down boy." Stiles pushed him away to which Peter let out a playful growl. "If you don't want me to be late for school, you stop that right now, mister."

Peter flashed his eyes at him which got him a groan and a whiff of arousal in return but then they hurried to leave the cabin. Stiles was right, Peter didn't want him to be late.

Peter arrived home early enough to take a shower before breakfast. He didn't shower thoroughly enough to wash off Stiles' scent so when he joined his family at the breakfast table, he got some knowing glances from the ones with werewolf noses. By now it was no secret any longer that he was seeing someone and that this someone was a man, Stiles' scent left no doubt about that, but so far only Talia and Cora knew who he was seeing.

The fact that he was dating a man raised way less questioning looks than the fact that he was dating somebody in the first place which gave him hope that Cora's coming out wouldn't be dramatic at all. Once she was ready for that.

After breakfast, everybody piled out and since he had the house to himself for once, Peter decided to get comfortable on the couch for a little nap, last night had been short.

He startled awake when his phone rang. He blindly fumbled for his phone but was instantly awake when he saw John's name on the display.

"John?" He answered. "What happened?"

"I need you at the school." John didn't waste time with greetings either. "Stiles got kidnapped. Along with two of your kids, Boyd and Erica."

"I'm on my way."

Peter drove fast, a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. It was his job to protect his pack but here he was, napping while two of his pack got abducted. From school. In broad daylight.

And Stiles. He had dragged him into this. Stiles didn't want to have anything to do with the Hales and now he'd gotten abducted as well. Most likely he'd just been a bystander who had gotten in the way.

When Peter arrived at the school, the parking lot was full of people. Classes with their teachers who were trying to keep the teenagers under control and deputies shooing people away from what Peter assumed was the crime scene.

"Deputy Parrish," Peter greeted the nearest deputy. "Sheriff Stilinski called me."

"Right this way." At least Parrish wasn't surprised to see him and led him over to the sports field where he spotted the sheriff, talking to a teenager. "Boyd and Erica are family?"

The deputy used the short walk to gain some intel, Peter would give him kudos for that if his mind weren't on other things.

"Yes, we took them in." Peter gave a clipped answer.

"And the sheriff took in Stiles," Parrish said more to himself than to Peter. He was seeing a pattern here and Peter didn't bother to correct him. If Parrish was looking in another direction it was fine with him.

"Ah, Peter," John greeted him. "This is Scott McCall, he called it in."

"Stiles' friend." Peter recognized the name. The teenager looked shaken but he was holding it together.

"Scott, would you tell Mr. Hale what you saw?" John asked to which Parrish made a disapproving noise, it was most likely against protocol to let civilians talk directly to a witness. But John ignored him and made an encouraging gesture at Scott.

"I saw Stiles in the hallway and I wanted to go over to him but then these older teenagers were there with him. Boyd and Erica, I think." He glanced over to John who nodded to confirm the names. "Stiles went with them. I was wondering what they wanted from him so I followed. They stopped over there. Then suddenly Boyd and Erica collapsed, I think they had something here." He gestured over his own neck, indicating a tranq dart. Which only confirmed what Peter had been thinking all along. This had been the hunters and it had been planned.

"A man came running from there, he knocked out Stiles, and another man came with a van. It happened so fast …" Scott's voice broke. "I called 911 but I should have …"

"You did the right thing," John assured him.

"They took Stiles. And the others." The kid had tears in his eyes. "But I've pictures of the van, that helps right?" He fumbled for his phone.

"That does help." John took the phone to have a look at the pictures. "Parrish, find this van." He handed the phone over to the deputy who hurried off.

With him out of the way, Peter took out his own phone.

"Were these the men you saw?"

Scott pointed out Daniel Page as the man who knocked out Stiles but he didn't have a good view on the other one.

John thanked Scott and waved over a deputy to take care of him.

Once they were alone, John turned to Peter.

"I need everything you know about these men."

Peter gave him the cliff-notes of what little he actually knew. He still hadn't found the place where the hunters were holing up.

"But we should talk to Kate Argent," Peter said. He tried to sound calm and collected but he felt his fangs itching in his gums. He had no doubt that she was behind this. It was not a coincidence that the kids had been taking from school. He was going to make her tell him exactly where they had taken them.

"Keep it together." John grabbed his wrist. "We have the advantage here. They don't know about Stiles, taking him was the biggest mistake they could have made."

"Can Derek get to him?" Peter wondered while he was calculating in his head when Derek would come for Stiles. Three or four hours, he still didn't know the exact amount of time Stiles had but it was enough to get home to John's house after school and to drive out to the lake a bit later so that Derek didn't have to come for him.

"Yes," John answered grimly. His expression made Peter think of the first time Derek had visited him in his bathroom. "Stiles can't run from him. Wherever he's now, Derek will find him and bring him back to the lake."

"Any chance to send Derek after him now?" Peter asked. "Because it's still a few hours." A lot could happen in a few hours. Stiles would heal once he was back with Derek, physically at least. And they still would have to find Boyd and Erica.

"It's not easy to get his attention if you're not in the lake." John made a face, he didn't like it either. "And going in there? He'll most likely drown you before you can say a word to him."

"Stiles mentioned something like that." Derek hadn't killed in years, he wouldn't be able to resist, Stiles had stressed that point. "So, Kate?"

"In a second." John pulled something out of his pocket. Stiles' phone. "Take this. If we don't find them in the next few hours I want you to drive out to the lake. I expect a call from Stiles."

"Of course." Peter took the phone. Stiles would be able to tell them where the hunters were hiding and where to find Boyd and Erica but he got that that was not the first thing on John's mind. Stiles had been abducted before, pretty much like today. Just talking about what had happened back then had given him flashbacks, Peter did not want to think about what this would do to him.

Together they walked back to the main building, they needed to talk to Kate.

"Thank you for letting me be part of the investigation," Peter said because he really appreciated that. It was not a given.

"I need you on this," John admitted. "And it's not as if I can stop you from investigating on your own. Better combine forces right from the beginning. Plus, I don't know for how long Parrish will let me be part of the investigation, Stiles is my nephew after all." He let out a sigh.

Right on cue said deputy came over to them.

"The van is stolen," he informed the sheriff with a side-eye on Peter. "Three weeks ago in Sacramento. We're looking for it."

"Thanks, Parrish." John hadn't slowed down for him and Parrish had to hurry to keep up with them.

"Sir." He tried to get the sheriff's attention. "What about that man from the other day? Shouldn't we put out a warrant for him?"

"I doubt he has something to do with this," John dismissed him.

"He was seen with Stiles under suspicious circumstances," Parrish tried to reason with him. "And he escaped custody before we could identify him. At this point, we should look in every direction."

Now John did stop and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, put a warrant out for him," John decided to which Parrish turned on his heel to do that right now.

"Derek?" Peter asked. He'd heard the story of Parrish arresting him.

"Parrish is obsessed with him," John said. "Under different circumstances, he would be right, Derek would be a suspect."

"As long as he's looking in that direction he won't question what you're doing," Peter pointed out because officially John didn't have a reason to question Kate Argent. She was a teacher of Stiles' but not of Boyd or Erica.

They found Kate with her class in the parking lot with all the other classes. School was cut short for today but so far John hadn't let anybody go home.

Peter spotted Isaac in the crowd. He looked lost among his friends.

"I will find them," Peter promised under his breath. Too low for John to hear who was right next to him but easy enough for Isaac to pick up. Isaac gave him a grim nod.

Cora was in Kate's class but she was standing on the outskirts, all by herself.

"Uncle Peter." She came over to him when she spotted him. "What happened? They say that Boyd, Erica, and Stiles got abducted."

So it had already made the round what had happened, Peter was not surprised.

"That's true," Peter confirmed. "Sheriff Stilinski will bring them back, Stiles is his nephew after all."

Cora knew that the last part wasn't true but Boyd and Erica were not blood-related to them either and still they would move heaven and hell to get them back. Peter hoped that she understood that John would do the same for Stiles.

"Kate Argent?" John had already found the woman in question and Peter hurried to catch up with him.

When she spotted him, she managed to keep her features under control but her heart-beat gave her away.

Surprise, Peter thought. The werewolves are working with the Sheriff. He gave her a toothy smile while John asked her to follow them somewhere more private.

"I'm not sure how I would be able to help," Kate said once they were in her classroom.

"You can see the bleacher from here." John was looking out of the window. "Have you seen what happened?"

"I'm sorry." She shook her head. "I was grading some assignments."

"You are lying," Peter said when he noticed her heart skipping a beat.

"I'm sorry, who is this?" She kept up the act. "Can I see your badge?"

She was enjoying this.

Peter felt a growl deep in his throat but he swallowed it down.

"This is Peter Hale," John introduced him. "But I think you know that. And I think you also know that the two teenagers who were abducted right over there …" He pointed out of the window before he came over to where she was leaning against her desk without a care in the world. " … are members of his pack." He kept a close eye on her expression but even Peter who was standing a few feet away caught her eyes widening in surprise at that word.

"You crossed a line here," John said, his voice stone-cold. "You have no idea what you've brought onto yourself when you took my nephew."