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Chapter 8

The message alert went off on Stiles's phone.

"It is from Isaac. Derek is being held at the Old Winchesters' warehouse."

Lydia typed the name into google. "Got it. We are about ten miles away."

"Does it not seem odd that we have not heard from him till now?" Styles was wearing his accusing face.

"Let's just hope we are not too late." Said Scott who was driving Stiles's car.

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Hearing the cry of her brother Cora ran into the warehouse, forgetting her uncle's warning. The door slammed behind her. She heard another scream. She looked down the dark empty corridor. There was a flash of light, as another electric shock was sent to her brother. The she wolf summoned her anger as she ran to her brother.

There was a hissing sound as what appeared to be steam filled the area. Cora fell to the floor. She felt all her strength disappear as her muscles tensed and she began to cough. She tried to push yourself up only to fall back down again.

"Hales are so predictable" came a voice from the shadows. Cora could hear heavy footsteps from several directions, all coming towards her. Still unable to stand and with a face to the floor all she could see was a pair of high-heeled boots. Their owner stopped in front of her head then crouched down. "So you are Cora Hale. I have heard so much about you."

"I have heard nothing about you" Cora could barely breathe through the smoke which contained wolf-bane. The blonde haired woman turned blue, baring her fangs.

"Let-her-go" Derek's voice was little more than a whisper as he tried to hide the pain he was in.

"No."

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There was a side entrance to the warehouse, hidden by abandoned wood planks. Maria was practicing her aim by firing at a target she had pinned to the remnants of a wooden fence.

The huntress fired an arrow at the target, hitting the balls-eye. She fired another, which split the first arrow in half. All the while the Mexican sun continued to penetrate her skin. But she kept on firing, wondering when she could finally go home. Maria, had learned a lot about the world of the supernatural since the death of her father at the hands of a werewolf. Still she missed home.

Crack

She turned around, drawing an arrow. Her weapon was pointing at a curly haired boy.

"Don't shoot I am one of you."

"What are you doing here?"

"I told you. I am one of you. I am a hunter."

"I haven't seen you."

"I have not seen you either. Aren't you a bit young to be a hunter?"

"Aren't you." Her arrow was still pointing at the boy's head.

"I am seventeen. How old are you?"

"Old enough to take care of myself."

The boy sniggered.

"Don't test me. I won't miss."

"No. I am sorry. You just remind me of someone. Look unless you are planning to fire that thing…"

"I am. Unless you can prove you are who you say you are."

"If I was a werewolf, would I be carrying these?" He drew out a pair of Chinese ring daggers.

"I guess not. But there is a ware-jaguar in there who carries a shot gun."

"That is why I need your help."

"Why should I help you? I don't even know your name."

"Look we don't have time for this. People are gonna die unless you can tell me if there is another way into the warehouse."

"Why can't you use the main entrance?"

"Because it is set up to trap the werewolves and unless I get there in time my friends will die."

"I don't believe you."

"I don't expect you too."

Another scream came from inside, where a dangerous werewolf was being held.

"You are not like the others."

"Sorry?"

"They don't care that there is someone being hurt in there."

"What makes you think I care?"

"Your eyes. My Madre says that you can almost always know what someone is thinking by looking in their eyes. It usually takes years to master, but you, it is easy to tell you feel that man's pain."

"Don't you mean, werewolf?"

"From what I have read so far, part of a werewolf is human. So doesn't't that mean the human side is getting hurt too?"

"Yes, yes it does."

"I also read that when in its werewolf form it has no control over what it does."

"I heard that some werewolves have learned to control their shifts even on a full moon."

"I haven't read anything about that. How do you know that is true?"

"I have seen it.

"If a werewolf can control their shifts doesn't't that mean they are aware of what they are doing?"

"As long as they have control yes."

"How do they do it?"

"I…they focus on something which links them to their human side, like anger, or a someone they care about."

Another scream came from inside the warehouse. But it was a different scream to before.

"Cora."

"Who?"

"My friend. I have to help her."

"Your friends the ones you want to help they are werewolves, aren't't they?"

A droplet of sweat dripped down the boy's face.

She let loose the arrow.

The boy caught it in his hand.

The girl's face seemed to beam with excitement, as her features lit up. "I knew it! You are a werewolf."

"Or I just have very good reflexes."

"Then why are your eyes glowing yellow?"

The boy trembled as he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again they were blue.

"How did you do that?"

"Like I said I have learned to control the shifts, even on a fall moon. You said you can tell what a person is thinking by looking in their eyes; what are mine telling you?"

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Kate raised her clawed hand, striking down at the young wolf 's face who yelped in pain.

Derek growled at seeing his little sister being harmed. He started fighting his chains again, only to have electricity surged through him.

The were-jaguar pulled out a hand gun aiming it at Cora's shoulder. She pulled the trigger. The wolf's bane burned through the young Hale's skin, as she put her hand to her wound. Another shot was fired. This time at her knee.

Rage continued to build inside Derek. He was not going to lose another sister.

A howl echoed through the building. But it was not a howl of pain or anger or sorrow. It was the howl of murder. From the darkness, two blue shinning eyes appeared along with their owner, who was walking calmly towards them.

"Peter Hale. I was wondering when you would show up."

Derek huffed. Kate was sounding too confident.

Peter Hale let out another mighty roar, causing the less experienced hunters to back away slightly. But Kate held her ground as she turned up the gauge again.

Isaac leapt from the shadows, and cut the electric wire with his claws before, the wave of electricity could reach Derek.

With nothing left to subdue him, Derek, was able to break free from his chains. He immediately lashed out at Kate grabbing her by her neck. But the were-jaguar fought back, slashing at his stomach and biting his hand. Peter went for the rest of the hunters, whilst Isaac picked up Cora.

"I don't need your help." She growled.

"This is no time to argue."

A hunter had them in his sight, but before he could pull the trigger, an arrow hit his knee.

"Quick this way." Came the voice of Isaac's new friend.

The young hunter headed for the sound of his little friend's voice. Once they were back outside he put Cora on the ground and handed Maria a lighter. "Take care of her. Peter will be here soon I am going to help Derek."

"She is a hunter. I don't trust her."

"Trust me."

Cora felt powerless as she watched her friend run back into the warehouse in search of Derek and Peter.

"So what am I supposed to do with this?" Asked the kid holding up the cigarette lighter.

"The fire kills the wolf-bane from the bullets. But I guess that is not part of hunter training." The she wolf sniggered. "Aren't you a little young to be a hunter?"

"Aren't you a little old to run head long into a trap?"

Cora growled, thus confirming what Maria's Madre had told her about how werewolves became more animalistic once they had been bitten. Yet there was something about the boy. He was not like other werewolves; her grandmother had presented to her. He seemed, to her at least, surprisingly human.

Maria put the flame to the bullet wound. The she wolf winced, but other than that made no reaction, suggesting that it had been a frequent occurrence. Neither girl spoke. The older glared at the younger, who was looking at her eyes trying to determine whether she was right to help her. True she had decided that the nice werewolf was sincere, however, his friend was more alike to the monsters her grandma had warned her against.

Cora pricked up her ears. "Someone is coming."

"Hide behind there." Maria pointed to a pile of wood which the older girl leapt behind. It was another hunter who appeared.

"Has anyone else come through here?"

"Not as far as I know. I have just got back to my post."

"You left your post?"

"Only for a moment."

"A moment! A moment is all they need..."

"Roger." Interrupted his walkie-talkie

"This is Roger."

"They are heading for the side exit."

"Close the door behind me. And don't let anyone else in or out until I tell you too. And stay at your post!"

Marie did as she was bid.

A scream came from the other side of the door, and a moment later two men came running out. But they were not hunters.

"Derek." Cora emerged from her hiding place and ran into the arms of her brother.

The older man looked at Maria with scepticism. "Who are you?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing?"

"She is an ally." Said the she-wolf her arms wrapped tightly around Derek's neck.

"Where is Isaac?"

Cora and Derek let go of each other and looked around.

"He was right behind us." Said Derek.

"I am going back for him."

"No you don't." Said the older man grabbing Cora by her wrist.

"He could be in trouble."

"Agreed." Stated Derek.

"I will go." Said the young huntress.

"Wow. How do we know we can trust you?"

"You don't have time not to." With that she entered the warehouse.

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Kate had Derek pined against a wall and was about to administer the killer blow. Before she could one of Isaac's ring daggers landed in her shoulder, giving Derek time to break free and smash the hunter's head into the wall.

Isaac was by his side taking his dagger out of the hunter's shoulder.

"We need to leave." Came the voice of Peter, who had managed to either kill or scare off the remaining hunters.

"There is an exit up ahead." As the three hunters headed towards the light of the door more and more hunters arrived. Bullets ricocheted all around them, as they ran for the exit. A hunter appeared in front of them blocking there escape. Isaac pulled out his ring daggers.

"Go. I will hold them off." He called to his friends, as he fought off the foe. With the hunter fully occupied, it was easy for the two Hales to run to the exit and out of the warehouse.

Kate had recovered from her fight and was watching Isaac use her niece's daggers to slash the legs of one of the Calaveras, making him descend to the ground. She got to her feet and fired her remaining gun.

Before the young wolf could be reunited with his friends, he felt a stabbing pain in his right shoulder, making him stumble forwards. His shoulder felt like it was on fire as he regained his balance and continued to head for the door. But before he could, an arrow went through his knee making him fall to the ground. He let out a roar, summoning his pack. But the door was closed and bolted from the inside, removing any chance of his friends coming back to aid his escape.

A high heeled boot pushed against his good shoulder making him fall onto his side. He reached down to the arrow in his knee hopping to snap it in half. He couldn't.

"I am afraid with the wolves-bane from my bullet running through your vanes, your wolf powers aren't going to work."

"Your Kate Argent."

"And you are the mutt my brother took in. He always did want a dog."

"We cannot all be a cat person." Grinned the teen.

The ware-jaguar snarled before digging her heal into the bullet's exit wound.

Isaac gritted his teeth as he fought back the pain.

"Stop that!"

All heads turned, as the head of the Calaveras walked in accompanied by her niece Ramona and Chris Argent.

"Take him. His friends will be back any second."

Maria watched from the shadows as they dragged her new friend out of the warehouse and into the boot of a truck. Inside he would be wired to an electrical pulse which would prevent him from healing. Not that he stood much of a chance if the bullets were laced with wolves' bane.

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"Taken? Taken where?" Asked Cora.

"I don't know. Look you need to leave, hunters are swarming this place looking for you."

"We are not leaving without Isaac."

"He has already left and unless we leave now we will have no chance of saving him. Maria, is there any way you could find out where he is being taken to?"

"I can text you the address when we get there."

"How do you know you will going to the same place? It's sounds like the majority of the hunters are parting ways."

"Yes we are, but a few us form part of the main cohort of the Calervers, including my Madre. So wherever they go I go."

"Speaking of going..." Began Peter "...can you hear that?"

Three hunters where heading towards them.

"Go I will hold them off."

"You would fight your own kind?"

"Actually I was going to talk to them."

"Oh. Yes, that makes much more sense." Concluded Peter.

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Ding

"Whose phone is that?"

"Not mine. Lydia?"

"No."

"Must be yours then Scott."

"Well read it. I gave it to you remember."

"It's from Isaac. He says to stay clear of the warehouse as they have rescued Derek, and there are hunters still searching the place for them. He wants us to meet him at a Motel called Americana."

"Motel Americana it is then."

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Isaac was thrown about the van, as he was driven away from his friends. "Well at least Derek and Cora are safe now." He felt his eyes grow heavy. "No I must not fall asleep. It's only the wolf-bane." He slipped into unconsciousness.

A sudden jolt from underneath the van, threw the teen an inch into the air, causing him to bang his head on the "Freezer" roof. "No...no...no!" He started to try and punch his way out by in his weak condition, his knuckles couldn't make a dent. His hands flopped down by his sides. He could feel tears dripping from his eyes, as he let out a scream. Which diminished all his remaining strength.

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The shock of the cold water, being thrown onto him, made the teen open sit up. He rolled onto his side and spat out the water which had gone into his mouth as ice cold shivers trickled through his body.

"Told you he wasn't dead." Came an unfamiliar voice.

"Who's idea was it to keep him in a crate?"

Isaac's heart was pounding at the sound of his guardian who he had wronged.

"Mine." Came the heartless voice of Kate Argent. "A little bird told me he has a fear of confined spaces, and I wanted to see for myself."

Isaac looked around. He was in a large room, with white walls, a white tiled floor, and no windows. It matched Scott and Stiles description of where the Calaveras had kept them when they had gone in search of Derek, during the year he had been in France.

"Enough of this. Chain him up." Ordered the leader of the Calaveras.

Two hunters grabbed Isaac, tearing him from the floor. They cuffed his hands to a chain which was hanging from the ceiling.

"Christopher, it is time. Will you do what needs to be done?" She handed him a sword. One that Isaac had seen before, in Gerard's hands.

"I need to know one thing first. Isaac. Did you kill my father?"

The teenager turned his eyes to the ground, not wanting to see the hurt and anger in the older man's eyes.

"Look at me."

He looked up.

"Did you kill him? Or was it someone else?"

"No. No it was me."

"Why?"

"Enough of this! Kill him or we kill you both." Kate's eyes were cold.

"I want to know why our father died! Isaac?"

"He...he had a knife... he was gonna kill her if I didn't... I... I didn't want to... I am sorry. " A tear broke free from behind Lahey's eye, stinging his pale skin as it made its way down his cheek and to the floor.

"Who? Isaac who was he trying to kill?"

"Melissa McCall."

"Kill him."

Argent raised the sword. "I am sorry Isaac."

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