December 23rd, 2021

10:02 PM

Stiles was nervous all day. Wouldn't you be nervous knowing you were about to be bit and knot? He almost passed out when Scott Knotted him a week ago. He has spent the whole day at Deaton's preparing for the ritual. He had to be washed in spring water from a volcano, powdered dry with ancient powers mixed with rare minerals, and put to sleep for 12 hours. Scott was now driving them down to Lydia's Lake House. Lake spirits protected it, so it was only fitting.

"You okay?" Scott asked, noticing Stiles' increased heartbeat. He was also scratching at his still healing Kanima's Bite. It didn't hurt him most days, but it was itchy and pulsating for two days.

"You said when I am Marked that you will be able to help me heal faster. Will this look normal when it is healed?" Stiles asked

"I'm sorry…." Scott knit his eyebrows together; he still felt responsible for that night. Scott put his hand on Stiles' thigh for the rest of the drive. Stiles tried not to think about what his life would be like after this. He would have to take care and satisfy all of his Pack Mates, not to mention if he conceives tonight. When they pulled up to the house, they readied themselves to the task at hand, a task that would prove to be successful.

Moonpoint, California (45 Minutes Away from Beacon Hills)

11:45 PM (At the same time as the Pack's Ritual)

They were on the highest peak of the mountains in the tri-county area. Around the flames of the fire, three hooded figures circled a fire accelerated by Monk Moss. One of the hooded figures coughed from the smoke into her face. "I mean… I am okay with the eerie location. I'm even okay with these 19th-century cults getting up… but really, rank ass fire smoke?" She complained as she uncloaked herself, letting her long brown hair flow in the wind.

"Yeah, I love the mysterious vibe of this ritual, I love a Dramatic Costume as much as the next guy, but this is vintage velvet cloth. Do you know how long it will take to get this stench out of these clothes? I have to agree with Kate," The man chimed in

"Thank you, Peter," She smirked. The Two of them flinched as the third cloaked figure snarled at them.

"It is in the instructions, you idiots! Finish your proverbs and put your cloaks back on," they said. Kate and Peter still didn't know the identity or even the gender of the third member. Their voice was raspy to start with. It wasn't high-pitched or low. The two finished their chants and looked at the other cloak, who sighed and began to set up for the sacrifice. "Female, prepare the Alpha, Male… you were to bring the Omega Flesh you extracted," they said, and Peter grabbed a bag from the pants pocket under his cloak.

Kate went over to the cage as Peter and the Cloak said the spell as they brought the Omega flesh back to life. The Kanima was guarding the cage. Kate smiled, grabbing his chin and tilting his face to meet hers. She laughed to see the sadness in his eyes. "Such a waste of such a beautiful face… now get in your circle, Snake," She snarled, and the Kanima skittered off. She sure hoped the Alpha would be awake for her to torment. She was a bit intrigued by him when she discovered the ingredients for the ritual: Omega Flesh, a Kanima, and a Naturally Born Alpha. Natural Born Alphas were extremely rare. It was entirely a myth the 30 years she was a hunter. In the fashion of the annoying cloaked uniform they had to wear, cage two was cloaked. Kate pulled off the sheet and looked down into the cage… she wasn't ready to be met with an identical pair of light brown eyes. She didn't dare say his name out loud. Peter could definably hear her. She didn't know the Cloak's story.

"Lady, I don't know what's going on… but you can still let me go. I won't tell anyone," The 18-year-old boy told her. She looked back to Peter's eyes and rolled back in a trance to finish their spell… she could only hope the Cloak was doing the same.

"Eli, listen to me," Kate said, and Eli began to ask how she knew his name. She put her finger over her lips and looked into his eyes. The two of them suddenly confirmed what Kate had known. "I am going to leave this lock halfway unlocked… you need to break out in exactly nine minutes, don't look back, just run. Go to Beacon Hills and find Derek Hale,"

"What? Why am I here? Why are you here? I didn't think this was how I would meet you…." Eli rambled, "I-I want to get to know you,"

"Trust me, kid, you don't want to get to know me. Listen to what I said because you won't get another chance to break out, understand?" She whispered, then put her finger over her lips again, telling him to hush. Peter and the Cloak were both coherent now. Kate dragged the cage over to the 3rd circle as the Cloak placed the flesh in the second one.

"Feeling weak tonight? It would help if you had already had this cage in its spot," The Cloak observed

"The kid is Snarky. I had to put him in his place before he is sacrificed," Kate chuckled as the Cloak walked off. Kate made the mistake of looking back into Eli's eyes. They were so full of confusion and disappointment that he never thought he would meet his Mother being sacrificed in a cult ritual. She coyly crushed the lock in her hand, nodding to Eli for him to count down the 9 minutes. Peter paid attention to everything around him when he wasn't looking in the mirror; it piqued his interest as to why Kate would help this Alpha… but as he said, he loves drama.

The next few minutes went by in slow motion for Kate as she chanted the ritual hymn, trying not to look at Eli again. She steadied her heartbeat, which she had plenty of practice with. She had to perfect it to screw over dealers. She sighed relief when the Cloak figure shrieked in anger as the Cage broke apart and the Alpha got away.

"What are you doing?! This is your fault, Argent! Go after him!" the Cloak threw a temper tantrum, "You to Hale," they shouted.

Kate had a better sense of smell than Peter, but he knew that she was leading him in the opposite way of where the Alpha ran. He tackled her to the ground. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't hunt down that Alpha and turn you into the Master. I bet there is some good ritual the Master needs a Were-Jaguar for,"

"He is my son," Kate panted on the verge of a panic attack. It had been 18 years, but she thought about him every day. She had even checked in on him from time to time.

"Not good enough," Peter rolled his eyes.

"He is Derek's! He is Derek and my son," She sighed, and Peter looked at her, skeptical, but he had been put in charge of fetching the Natural Born Alpha and Getting the Omega Flesh… which he admittedly took too far. Stiles was just so special. He remembered his face, his oddly Hale-like face. Eli looked like the spitting image of his sister.

One Hour Later

With their tails between their legs, Kate and Peter made it back to the peak of the Mountain. Peter had deflated when midnight came and went; he could feel the rope disappear from Stiles. Their little ritual had worked, unlike the trainwreck, they had attempted tonight, with a seething Cloak looking at them ominously. They couldn't see into their cloak; it was just a black shadow. "Well… at least tell me you caught a scent," they said with their hands at their hips. Kate noted with his pose their body looked quite curvy and feminine.

"Sorry…" Kate submitted, hoping that Peter wouldn't rat her out. When he had submitted next to her, she couldn't celebrate until Peter blackmailed her until he made a deal with the Cloak or even the Master for information.

"Imbeciles! Idiots!" The Cloak stamped their foot down, angry, "Well! The Kanima is too weak and useless to have been sacrificed," They kicked the ripple, and he curled up in a ball to shield himself from the impact. "Let us hope at least one thing worked tonight," The Cloak snatched up the Omega's flesh and threw it into the fire. They thanked the Master that the Fire went up 15 feet. "Yes! Yes! Something worked!" The Cloak jumped up and down. They waited for something to come out. This was a resurrection ritual, after all. The Cloak hoped for their Brother to walk out of the fire. Peter hoped his sister would walk out, but they both were disappointed.

"Oh my god," Kate covered he mouth in shock. She couldn't believe her eyes. A girl came out of the fire with shoulder-length hair matted to her skull and a vacant look in her eyes. She had mummified just a little in the short time she had been buried, but she would heal. "Allison!" Kate cried, running over to her and wrapping her into a hug.