Chapter 6

Peter Hale smiled with glee, as he drove the car out of Beacon Hills. Behind him sat his niece, and a very pale Isaac who had passed out.

"Why did he do that?" Asked his frustrated niece.

The uncle shrugged. "Do you think I care?"

"He could have died."

"Maybe that was what wanted. Give his life, to save his friend's mother, thereby redeeming himself for killing another friend's father."

"You know as well as I do. He did not have a choice."

"But he doesn't." Said Peter will a satisfied smile.

"You want him to feel guilty. So that he..."

With a swift turn of his wrist, the driver had turned up the radio, cutting his niece short, and giving her headache in the process.

Switchfoot, was now belting out of the speakers.

"I've got my memories always inside of me

And I can't go back

Back to how it was"

The dramatic change in pitch rippled through Isaac's eardrums. It was as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning. The young wolf woke up and sprung from the window he was lying his head on.

"Bout time you woke up." Said the less sympathetic wolf.

The startled teenager looked around in confusion.

"I believe you now I have gone to far

No, I can't go,back

Back to how it was"

"What happened?"

Cora pushed his head, smacking it against the window,

"Ow. What did I say?"

"I think what my niece is trying is say is that she was worried about you"

"You...you were worried about me?"

Cora's cheeks turned pink as she turned to look out of her window. "We need your help to save Derek. That is all." She lied.

"This is home..." - Peter switched off the radio.

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Braedan continued to wrestle with the chains. She had been locket up for almost a whole week. That meant Argent's three weeks were almost up.

"You have been trying the same thing for days."Came the voice of Chris.

"We. Can't. Give. Up." She said through gritted teeth.

"Save your energy!"

Braeden stopped and looked at her companion.

"We are not giving up. We just need a new plan." Said the hunter in a reassuring voice.

"Do you have one?"

"I am working on it."

"Argent, they have Derek. Do you what they could..." Began Braeden, forgetting who she was talking to.

The look on the hunter's face said it all.

Braeden leaned her back against the wall. She had lost Derek once, and she was not going to lose him again. The truth was that until the werewolf crossed her path, or rather she crossed his, she didn't care for anything except money and the frill of the chase, and she feared that without the black wolf she would become that person again.

"I am sure he is worried about you too."

The gun woman turned to meet the hunter's gaze. "They are going to kill him aren't they? If they haven't killed him already."

"Do you think he is dead?"

"No. But I get the feeling we are running out of time."

The door to their prison was swung open. They could hear the increasing sound of heavy footsteps. Too heavy to be a petite woman. They were right. The figure that emerged was near to a giant. He was the one who Chris had seen torturing Isaac, almost three weeks ago.

"The boss wants to see you." He announced before unlocking the chains and pulling the hunter off the floor and out the door. He was taken to a dark room, with a solitary light bulb in the ceiling, the only source of light in the room. In the centre of the room there was a pair of chairs, one of which was occupied by Araya.

"Christoph." She said pointing to the other chair. "I got some bad news. Last night I sent a group of my best hunters to bring in your young werewolf."

The guardian looked up in concern.

"I have just heard that two of them were killed in the attack. It appears that your pet is not as harmless as you led us to believe."

"They went after him, threatened him. Sounds like self-defence."

"He killed two of our own. Our people. Hunters. That is what you are as well."

"Why are you so sure it was him?"

"Because I know for a fact that the Alpha, the were coyote, and the other Bête, were not at the house. I left strict instructions that no attack should be made until they were gone."

"So he would be alone against your hunters." The anger was only too clear on the guardian's face.

"But not defenceless. Now that he killed once, he will kill again, unless you stop him."

"You mean kill him. Why should I? Because he killed a couple killers?"

"Because of this." She took out what appeared to be blank pieces of paper.

A shudder went through the old hunter's spine. Something was compelling him, he did not know what, but something inside of him was making him take the paper from her. Once they were in his hands he could tell they were in fact pictures, recently printed of a computer. He turned them over. The first thing he saw was the white, lifeless face of his father. As he continued to look through the photos he saw blood stained cloths. He followed their trail to his father's heart, and the claw marks left by his killer. There was no doubt that this was done by a werewolf. "Isaac did this?"

"Yes. The question is what are you going to do Christoph?"

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"Belief over misery,

I've seen the enemy

And I won't go back

Back to how it was"

"Seriously that has to be the hundredth time we have heard that song." Exclaimed Cora.

"Hundredth and fourth" Corrected her uncle turning off the radio.

The words of the song sunk into Isaac mind, like an itch he could not scratch. He had gone too far by killing Gerard and there were no way things could go back to how they were, between him and Scott or, especially between him and Chris Argent. When he shut his eyes he could still see the stunned eyes of the old man, the blood coming out of his mouth; the limpness of his body as he fell to the floor.

A sudden cold chill surged through the teen's body, taking him from his thoughts. Cora had placed a reassuring hand on his arm.

"For what it is worth, I think you did the right thing..." Isaac tried to push her hand away but she held firm. "…and you are still pack to me."

Isaac placed his hand on hers, squeezing it gently. She moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder like she use to during long car journeys with her family.

Cora was the youngest child and was always sitting in the middle seat between Derek and Laura. When she got tired she would rest her head on her older brother's shoulder and hug his arm. Eventually she would fall asleep knowing her big brother was there to protect her. But this time he wasn't there to protect her, or make her feel safe. Since the fire she had learned to protect herself, but no matter how skilled she became, she never felt as safe as when she was with Derek.

Isaac could smell her fear. A fear he knew too well. He rested his head on hers as she wrapped her arm around his.

A faint smile appeared on the young she-wolves mouth as for the first time since she was a child, she did not feel scared.

Peter sniggered at the two wolf cubs. It was then that he realised, whatever relationship was forming between the two lonely teenagers, he could use to his advantage. A clear plan was forming in his mind. If he played it right, Isaac would help him kill Scott.

An hour later, they stopped at a motel.

"We will continue in the morning, once we are all rested." Announced Peter.

The room they checked into only had two double beds. Peter took the one by the door, whilst Cora took the other one. Isaac had the floor at the foot of the two beds. Cora voiced an objection, saying that there was no reason why they couldn't get another room, so, Isaac did not have to sleep on the floor. But Peter was adamant, reminding her that when they were both staying at Derek's her friend had to sleep on the floor.

"I have slept in worse places." Said her friend. Somehow she did not find it reassuring.

The two Hales fell asleep almost immediately. Whilst Isaac stayed awake. He sat with his back against the wall trying not to think of the whitening eyes and his bloody hands, or whether or not Melissa McCall was alive or dead.

"She is dead! You understand! You left her, now she is dead!"

"I am sorry." Cried the boy who had climbed out of the wrecked car to fetch help. Not knowing that as the car was sitting on a cliff, the change in weight would cause it to fall.

"It is your fault! You got that? Your fault!"

"Stop it dad." Shouted Camden. He was the smart one, he was the one who went ahead to meet their dad. Their mum and Isaac had to doubled back, to the gas station, where little Isaac had dropped their mum's ID.

"Remember, your place boy." Their father had replied harshly. Camden stormed out the house, their father followed him, leaving little Isaac to cry alone.

"Stop that!" His father had returned.

Isaac was on his feet, as the huge dark shadow surrounded him.

"Come hear."

"No dad, please no!"

"I am going to rip your throat out. With my teeth. The wolf- like form of his father, was almost concealed by darkness, as the little boy tried to back away from the gigantic monster. But his feet would not move.

The boy trembled as the beast of his father, stepped into the light. Except it was not his wolf-like father that he saw. It was his own wolf form, that swooped down and bit into his throat, as he screamed in terror.

Isaac's eyes flicked open as he leaned forward away from the wall. Sweat was pouring from his face, as he ran his fingers through his thick hair.

"Are you ok?"

He looked up. Cora was sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Yeah. Just a bad dream. Sorry I woke you." He said lying down, flat on his back.

"Isaac?"

"What?"

"Don't sleep on the floor."

"Where else I am supposed to sleep?"

Cora rolled her eyes like only a Hale could. She reached over for a pillow and threw it at him. It handed flat on his face. She then culled up into a foetal position at the head of the bed on the right hand side. Leaving the left hand side for her friend.

Silently, Isaac leaped onto the bed and laid his head down on the pillow. He stretched himself so that his feet where by the she-wolf's nose. Rolling her eyes again, the youngest Hale turned over so that she was facing away from dirty feet. But secretly she was smiling. Isaac turned onto his side so that his head was facing towards the door. He then bent hi legs into a running stance.

Peter Hale watched them with a wolfish grin. He had hoped that his niece would take pity on the poor boy having to sleep on the floor, and invite him to join her. However, it was a slightly more innocent arrangement then he had envisaged.

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And I got my mind set

on what happens next

I' got my eyes wide it's not over yet

We are miracles and we are not alone

"Does this station not know any other songs?" Exclaimed Peter whilst switching off the radio. It was Isaac's turn to drive, which meant Cora was sitting on the back seats. Peter was navigating.

The young wolf, was eyeing the sleeping she-wolf in the central mirror.

"Do think that is wise. Considering what happened last time?" Asked the cunning wolf.

"What?"

"You know what I am talking about."

Isaac tensed. He did not like the casual way the omega was bringing up Alison's death.

"Then again, it is only natural. After all Scott has moved on, why not you?"

Before the young wolf had time to think he had lashed his claws at the Omega's throat. Predicting the outcome Peter had managed to catch the bête's hand in his own. Clasping it with both hands he slowly applied pressure, crushing the fragile bones.

Isaac cried out in pain.

"Stop it!" Shouted Cora. "You will make him crash the car!"

The omega let go. "No. Isaac would not want to cause another one of those?"

Isaac's eyes glowed yellow.

Seeing the reflection in the windscreen, Cora reached a comforting hand onto Isaac's shoulder and gently squeezed.

Feeling the pressure of her hand, the young wolf immediately calmed down.

"I just wanted to see if your eyes had changed colour." Said Peter. "Not that it will make a difference to Chris Argent."

"Who says he has to know?"

"Oh Isaac, he already knows. They have an informant in the hospital. It wouldn't surprise me if they took photos."

"Why do you care?"

"I don't like talent going to waste, or bêtes for that matter. Just remember when your friends turn on you, and they will, you will need me."

"Why would I need you?"

"Every wolf needs a pack."

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The huntress scowled at the betrayer, who she was having to escort everywhere. She remembered hearing about the Argent's, growing up. How they followed the hunter code religiously, and were honourable. When she heard that one had refused to abide by the hunter honour code and not take their life having been bitten, whilst the other took in the very monster he had sworn to hunt, she felt let down and betrayed.

She was reluctant to answer his questions, not knowing whether his loyalties had really changed. Hence, she decided to stick to answers of no more than one syllable. All the while, a single question was continuously being played in her mind. Ramona was five years younger than him, and could not understand how an experienced hunter like Chris Argent, who had hunted werewolves since he was a young teenager, could change their perspective so drastically in the space of a couple of years.

As they walked among the hunters practicing, firing arrows at targets, the betrayer suddenly stopped and looked round at his companion. "Ask me."

"Como?"

"Whatever it is you want to ask me." He was looking directly at her, daring her to deny that there wasn't anything she wanted to know.

"Why did you do it?"

The hunter turned his gaze to the ground for a second.

"The truth!" She stated harshly. "People who look at the ground before they give an answer are usually liars."

Chris looked up, and stared directly into her eyes. "His eyes. There was something in his eyes."

"So you decided to take him in just like that?"

"No." He said simply, before turning to continue their stroll. As they passed a group of young hunters, teenagers mostly, one fired an arrow which hit the balls eye. The teenaged girl, who looked about twelve or thirteen turned round and started running towards them.

"Mama! Mama, did you see? I did it!"

"I saw." Replied Ramona with a smile. "Well done! Now do it again. Go on, see if you can get three in a row."

"Yes Mama."

"Your daughter?"

"Yes." Like her mother, Ramona's daughter had jet black hair, and olive skin, which under the Mexican sun had turned brown.

Sensing that Argent was no longer following, Ramona turned round. The other hunter was watching her daughter as she hit her second balls eye. Purposefully the mother walked up to the prying hunter, but when she saw his sad smile, and the look in his eye, she stopped. The huntress took a deep breath. She had seen that look before.

"Araya told me you had a daughter?"

"Alison. She was good with a bow, but not at so young an age."

"I decided to bring Maria's training forward, after her father died."

"I am sorry. How did he die?"

"He was killed by a werewolf. Eventually I managed to track the monster down. But it didn't bring her father back. Wasn't your wife killed by a werewolf?"

"No. She died by her own hand."

"The honour code?"

"Yeah."

"What you were saying earlier, about seeing something in his eyes, what was it?"

"Fear. I saw a scared child, in need of protection."

"And now?"

"That is the boy. The wolf is a killer, a beast which should be put down." The hunter was trembling, as the words sprung from his mouth.

"I don't believe you." Said the huntress plainly.

Argent turned his head to face her, a single tear protruding from his right eye.

"I know that look anywhere. My husband had it too."

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Derek paced the electrified cage he was being kept in. Wondering how he could have been so stupid as to walk right into a trap, for the second time in two weeks? He sighed. "Well it is no use now." He thought. He wondered what they had done with Braeden and Argent? He didn't think they were dead, but his eyes turned blue at the thought of anyone harming either of them, especially Braden.

He could hear heavy footsteps approaching. There was a rattle of mettle, and the screech of a door being opened.

"Derek Hale, alone. It has been a long time."

Derek clenched his fists, seeing Kate Argent sent chills down his spine. "What have you done with Braeden?"

"Braeden? You mean the mercenary you hired to kill me?"

Derek gave her his stare.

"Relax. She is with the Calavers; they have a proposition for her if the plan doesn't work."

"What plan?"

"The plan to kill Isaac." She said rolling her eyes.

"They want to kill Isaac, a teenage boy whose only fault seems to be having your brother as his guardian, over you?"

"I made a deal, reminded them of a certain fire, and a few resources I have at my disposal." At the word "resources" she looked directly into the wolf's eyes. "They said if I help them kill Isaac, they will leave me alone."

"What makes you think I will help you?"

"You already are." She said, half flirtatiously, half mockingly. "Whether you like it or not. Boys!" Two berserkers appeared from the shadows. "Get him in position. Our guests will be arriving soon. I am especially looking forward to seeing little Cora again."

Derek looked up in horror at the idea of his little sister being harmed in any way. "If you hurt her I am…"

"I know; I know… you will rip my throat out with your teeth. But then, who says you will still have teeth."

With that she walked away, leaving Derek alone with his thoughts. It saddened him to think that if he hadn't given Isaac the bite, all that had happened could have been avoided. Cora would not be in danger, Isaac's life would not be on the line, and Derek would not be trapped in a Cage! However, the vulnerable abused teen father, would still have been killed, and what would have happened to Isaac then? He would have been completely alone.

The cage was disarmed. Derek leapt at the berserkers, trying to get away. But even in his evolved form he was no match for them.

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Nurses and doctors of Beacon Memorial Hospital were hard at work. It had been a relatively quiet day, but they all knew how quickly that could all change. Especially, in Beacon Hills. Due to a number of strange and disturbing assurances- sword wielding Oni, and a number of power cuts to name a few- the hospital had become unstaffed, as the majority had either been transferred or physiologically scared.

It was only the brave few like Melissa McCall who stayed. Seeing her lying in a hospital bed, had diminished their courage even more. She was well liked among her colleagues, for her ability to take control no matter what happened. She was their leader during the bazar accuracies and they feared they would not be able to cope without her.

The fear turned to astonishment when, she started to heal faster than expected, and within four hours she was no longer in the ICU. It was concluded that once she had woken up, it would not be long until she could go home.

Ever since Melissa McCall had arrived in the hospital her son hadn't left her side. Even with everything else, nothing seemed to matter more than knowing his mum was ok.

Finally, he could see her eyes opening.

"Hay." Said Scott gently holding his mum's hand.

"Hay. What happened?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing. How do you feel?"

"A little tired. How long was I out?"

"About two days."

Melissa gave a small smile. "Is the house still standing?"

"Yes. You don't have to worry about a thing. You just need to get better."

"What about you? "

"I am fine mum."

"Isaac? Where is Isaac?"

"I don't know. The others are still looking for him."

"Scott you have to find him." She said sitting up.

"I will, but you need to relax."

"I feel fine. Actually, more than fine. I should be worse than this, even with Isaac… Isaac, when he was taking my pain, I could have sworn I felt this sudden spark of energy. It was overwhelming."

Scott grew pale. If that was try, then Isaac had held on too long, and had transferred some of his wolf's life force onto his mum. "He could have killed himself."

Just then he heard the text alert on his phone.

"It is from Stiles. They know where Isaac is heading."

"Go. Bring him back."

Scott stood up to leave. A thought made its way to front of his mind. He knew it must have been there the whole time, just waiting for the time to ask.

"Mum? That night, when you were shot. What do you remember?"

Fear and anger washed over Melissa's face as she was transported back, to the merciless Gerard, and the sound of broken glass, and wolf howls.

"Alison's grandfather. He tried to kill me."

"He was the one who shot you?"

"Yes. And the one who almost stabbed me with a knife." Tears were streaming from her eyes.

"I am, sorry. I should have been there. For you and Isaac."

A light bulb went off in Melissa's head. "Scott. It was Isaac, who killed Gerard. He saved me."

Scott was struck dumb, as he was hit by a wall of emotion. "I..I got to go." Was all he could say.

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There is chapter 6- What did you think?

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Chapter 7 is in development, and I will be posting it ASAP.