"All I need is a name, Jackson. Just give me the name, that's all the help I need." Stiles knew how difficult even answering just that one question would be for Jackson but it would give him a little information and it would allow Jackson to feel like he had done his part. Derek was regaining his footing with the help of Boyd and Isaac the sting of the wolfsbane making him grit his teeth. "Jackson don't!" The words of his alpha echoed through the beta's head rattling around with the intent of stopping Jackson from answering. It was a wholly unpleasant feeling disobeying one's alpha, not impossible but you have to really mean it in order to push back the rolling waves of authority. With a full body shiver and a creased brow he looked up at Stiles with sad eyes only managing to whisper one word, "Burnland." Stiles let out a breath before closing the door without another word, effectively shutting out the people he had once thought could become his family. A roar of anger and sorrow shook through the house followed by howls so hollow with loss they ached like an empty pit to those who heard.

"Lydia ran to gather up a now sobbing Jackson while Derek stood between two of his betas looking disbelievingly at the Stilinski house. Passing by the older man sneering in a way that bared her teeth in the form of the true she-wolf that she could never be Lydia voiced exactly what she had been thinking since they had left the hospital. " You just created an enemy none of us are capable of handling." Shock colored his face as he shook his head in protest. "No, no he just needs time. You'll see, everybody go home. Get some sleep and meet back here at noon." Scoffing Lydia continued on her way towards Jackson's porsche amazed at how little Derek seemed to know the boy who had just lost his last remaining family.

"Firing off a text to Mr. Argent containing a formal request for aide while simultaneously asking that he not inform his daughter, because as much as he knew she sympathized with him Stiles knew she would immediately tell Scott and he needed to keep the Hale pack in the dark as long as possible to prevent any further attempts at interference he gathered together all his preprepared paperwork quickly filling in the empty date and signatures while waiting for the final wolf of Beacon Hills to make his no doubt dramatic entrance. In fact he was only marginally surprised Peter hadn't been with the Hale pack posturing in front of the hunters at the hospital, but then again he wasn't treated like a member of the pack. There was no doubt he had heard the howls and the creeper that he was wouldn't have been able to ignore it, he'd have to investigate. After all he dealt in information, it was his currency of choice and the only way he managed to keep his life. While he waited Stiles gathered the various weapons he had begun hiding around the house ranging from throwing knives to cattle prods placing everything on the kitchen table.

"Meanwhile, outside Peter Hale looked towards the Stilinski house and immediately upon arrival had a flashback to the time he was stuck inside his own head reliving the fire every second of every day. He imagines that Stiles feels much the same, vulnerable and like a failure unable to protect his own family. With a shudder and flair of guilt Peter cautiously moved forward more than a little concerned with just how badly his nephew had screwed up. Slinking through the shadows Peter thought back on all the times Stiles had in a similar way to Jackson treated him like normal instead of ignoring his existence as most of the pack had taken to doing. He made his way around the house to the back door which just as no doubt every other point of entry was, lined with mountain ash, though he was no average wolf. No, he could work certain forms of magic as was proven when he used the Martin girl to bring himself back from the dead. He was more than capable of passing over a line of Mountain ash, though he did not have the spark in him to break it. Of course this little tid bit of information wasn't something that he shared with the rest of the newly formed Hale pack, it wasn't as if he was really a part of it anyway so why should he. Opening the unlocked backdoor Peter slipped silently inside attention immediately drawn to the arsenal covering the dining room table taking a cautious sniff to confirm what he already knew, everything was laced with wolfsbane of multiple varieties and many of the handles were made of rowan oak.

"Come on up creeper wolf. It's not nice to snoop." Surprised that the boy knew he was in the house, though he really shouldn't have been Peter's head snapped up at the soft even tone coming from one of the upstairs rooms and casting another passing glance at the weapons he made his way towards the boy who had just lost his father. As he expected Stiles wasn't in his room but sitting on his father's bed clenching one of his uniform shirts in his hands as he stared unseeingly at the wall in front of him. Standing in the doorway to the late Sheriff Stilinski's room Peter felt a pang of regret that he hadn't told Stiles about the wolves the boys gaze snapped to the older man and honeyed brown met blue and as if he could read his thoughts in his eyes Stiles said, "I don't blame you Peter. It wasn't your place to tell me, and even if you had I bet the others would have pushed you even further to the outskirts of the pack. And you cannot be an Omega, I understand." A humorless smile broke across the boys face as he let out a hollow laugh Stiles proved to the older wolf once again just how clever he was by saying, " And I totally knew you could go through mountain ash, you've been holding out on your pack there zombie wolf." Blinking in surprise before breaking eye contact with the young Stilinski first Peter was relieved that he wasn't subject to Stiles' wrath as was the Hale pack, but he felt the need to correct the boy on one thing. "They aren't my pack Stiles, you are.

As if on cue the doorbell echoed through what was once the Stilinski family home. Disappearing back down the stairs, but not before seeing just a moment of shock flashing across the boys face immediately followed by a slight furrow of his brow as the wheels in his glorious mind started processing that little confession. Peter called back to Stiles over his shoulder in his usual smug tone, "I'll just go let Mr. Argent in now shall I?"