Maia and Derek went to the lacrosse championship, the Alphas scanning the crowd carefully. "How many do you see," the male asked, his wife's eyes jumping through the stands carefully.

"Fifteen," she replied, looking over the people one last time. "But Allison's not here."

Knowing that Peter could hear them just beyond the tree line, Derek spoke to him lowly, the growl of the order in his voice, "Find her and report back to me. Go." The second wolf gave a low snarl before disappearing into the darkness, Maia brushing her hand against Derek's comfortingly as she left him to talk to Scott, Isaac and Stiles on the sidelines.

"Jackson's playing tonight," Scott said bluntly, tightening the mesh on his stick obsessively. Maia looked over to see the teen seemingly in control of himself, resting her hand on Scott's shoulder, "Don't worry about that. Gerard wouldn't dare have him attack in public-"

"Oh but I would," a gravelly voice came, all of the wolves turning to the stands. Gerard Argent was standing at them, a cold smile on his face. Maia could see her mate stand and start to move, giving him a warning growl. "Since I had to bench Scott because he's failing three classes, I know we're hurting and I'm not one to be happy with a win- I want us to kill the other team. And how better to do that than to have Jackson literally kill someone."

Maia snarled, baring her teeth, her nails digging into Stiles' shoulder as she yanked him up and put him behind her. "What do you want," she asked through her teeth, the old man looking directly at her now. "I want Derek's head- and yours, for killing Allison's mother. You have from now until the end of the game to make a decision whether you're going to fight or going willingly. And if you haven't, I'll kill… hmm, maybe Mrs. McCall? Or that bumbling Sherriff? Maybe Lydia- or maybe one of your own. You owe me a penance girl and you will give it to me…"

Derek and Maia met each other's gaze- they didn't want to sacrifice any innocents just to quell Gerard's rage, but the thought of walking to their torture and subsequent deaths was unbearable. Especially when neither could bear to lose the other.

Isaac turned to look at the Alpha female, his eyes pleading as he saw the resolve strengthen in her eyes.

"No one is dying for me Isaac-"

He started to protest and she shut him up with a glare, seeing Mrs. McCall catch her eye. The women exchanged a knowing look before the human climbed the stands and sat down near Derek, unable to look him in the face. "Wow, she came?" Maia turned to look at Scott, confused, "Why wouldn't she? She's your mom."

"And she's scared to death of what we are- what I've become; we haven't spoken since the police station," Scott replied quietly, feeling a comforting hand pat his hair. Stiles spoke next, staring out at the field, everyone's eyes on his back. "This is wrong. We're losing the fight- and we're the good guys, trying to keep everyone safe! This isn't supposed to happen. This is hell," the teen said, biting down on his bottom lip. Maia moved to look at him, meeting Finstock's gaze with a nod, knowing that her old coach needed her off the field. "Yeah Stiles, you're right: this is hell. But Winston Churchill once said, 'If you're going through hell… keep going'. You're going to have to play tonight with Scott on the bench and no matter what you do, just keep going Stiles. Can you do that?" He looked at her and nodded, the Alpha moving to kiss his cheek, "Then win."

Maia started back to the stands before turning back to Isaac, the Beta looking at her evenly. "Take care of him, alright?"

"Yes ma'am," he replied, kissing her cheek in passing.

Derek wrapped his arm around his wife's waist possessively, the game progressing slowly. "I can't even enjoy this for having a fucking ultimate on your life," he muttered as Maia nodded, her hand over his. Knowing that time was running short, she exhaled heavily, "We should have tried again… after Joshua. We should have had another baby, should have made it work. No matter what happens tonight, I want you to know that we're going to have our family- Derek, we're gonna be a family. Alright?" He searched her eyes and nodded, pulling her closer to his chest.

"Alright.

They both turned to the woods as the chorus of howls came to them, Maia growling as Peter finally signaled to her. "Derek, you know as well as I do that those are no wolves," she snarled, her mate just as angered as she was. "The hunters." Maia stood as he did, looking at Gerard before shoving Derek towards where their pack was, "Go get my kids. I'll handle the old man.

As she moved across the stands towards him, Gerard jerked his hand to the left and Maia looked out to see Isaac being tackled, the Beta letting out a pained gasp. Jackson stood up and turned to face the Alpha and his Master, Maia able to see that his eyes weren't human. Giving Gerard a glare, she moved to be with Isaac as he was lifted from the field, knowing that he was in no condition to protect himself.

She could hear the footsteps of hunters behind the trainers, her heart starting to race as they were led to the locker room. Once all of the humans had left them, she lifted Isaac to his feet, pulling his arm around her shoulder. "Put your nails in your thigh Isaac. Trigger your healing and get that venom out of your veins," Maia said, dragging him backwards as she turned to face the hunters. Gerard stepped to the front, holding a large, ornate silver sword and smiling at Maia, "You know, I always planned to kill the pack after I killed you and Derek, but hey, if I get to kill your Beta in front of you its all for the better. I'm going to cut him literally in half, which of course would be much more poetic if it were 'half-time'…"

He walked towards them as he scraped the sword across the tiled floor, Maia snarling at him to stay back. "Tell me where Derek is, or he dies," Gerard threatened, the Alpha snapping in anger. The old hunter took that for his answer and reared back to swing the sword, both of the wolves in front of him smiled, Isaac moving to stand on his own two feet. Gerard wondered why briefly before catching a glimpse of Scott, eyes glowing, in the mirror behind them.

"Surprise."

Maia ran Gerard, her other wolves running alongside the woman they would fight for… and if necessary, die for. Isaac and Scott tore at the hunters, tearing through the men to keep the away from the Alpha female. The two elder members of each warring faction fought, Gerard landing a blow to Maia's jaw that knocked her backwards. She winced in pain before kicking him in the chest, hearing horrified screams coming from the field.

"Someone's dead!"

Derek and Peter could hear Boyd growling as Erica tearfully shouted for his assailant to stop hurting him, the twinge of a bow being accompanied by a pained yelp. "Please!" The young wolves were on the ground beside each other, Erica supporting her pack mate as she started pulling the arrows out of his chest.

"Hey!" Allison whirled around to face Derek, an arrow already nocked in her bow. She smirked at him before seeing Peter Hale step out of the darkness behind him, the Alpha male growling triumphantly, "Get the fuck away from my pack."

Maia ran out to the field with her pack mates behind her, pushing through the crowd around whoever was down. She came to the center of the circle and saw Mrs. McCall kneeling over a motionless figure, the woman looking up at the Alpha and shaking her head sadly. "He... doesn't have a heartbeat," the nurse said, Maia moving to take a knee. Spotting Jackson's bloody hands, she pulled his shirt up and came face to face with the deep puncture wounds. "Melissa," the woman said through her teeth, knowing that Gerard had forced him to harm himself. "Help me do CPR…"

As he watched the Alpha trying to resuscitate Jackson, Scott began to look around for his best friend, panicking when he couldn't find him.

"Stiles? Stiles!"

Derek was just about to end Allison Argent's life when a bullet knocked him backwards, another putting him flat on his back. "Allison! Are you okay," a harsh voice questioned, Derek knowing it to be that of Chris Argent. His daughter chuckled humorlessly, "I'm fine daddy. Nearly killed our runaways."

"Well, unfortunately for them, that's not the hunters operate-"

A choir of barking, real and terrifyingly loud began to sound in the forest, seeming as if it came from all around. The hunters were instantly on edge, Peter seizing his chance to drag his nephew out of harm's way and into the woods. The last thing that Derek saw was the Argents pulling Boyd and Erica through the woods, hearing the younger hunter talking on a cell phone, "We've got them grandpa.

"Things are going just as planned."

Careful eyes watched as the black body bag was loaded into the back ambulance, everyone giving the rigid figure a wide berth. "Please ride with him Ms. McCall- watch over him," Maia asked through her teeth, the human nodding.

Once she was gone the Alpha turned back to her wolves, baring her teeth angrily, "I have had about enough bullshit for one night…"

"You know he'll kill Stiles if he gets the chance," Scott said as they moved through the crowd, the Alpha's jaw taught. "So let's make sure Sherriff Stilinski only has one death to investigate tonight, shall we?" The pack moved back to the locker room and Isaac watched as he ripped the door off of Stiles' locker, the angry wolf tossing Maia a shirt and Isaac a shoe, "We'll track his scent, find where Gerard took him-"

There was a singular, pitched howl, making Maia's blood run cold.

"Derek's in trouble."

As they moved to mobilize, Stiles was being forced down the steps and into the Argent's basement, looking up to see Erica and Boyd trussed up and hanging from a support beam by a tangle of electrical wire. He watched as both contorted in pain, tape covering their mouths to muffle their screams.

The human was forced to his knees, looking up at the horror before him, knowing that the extinction was here, "Jesus."