"Myshka!" Ana braced herself as her Aunt Sonya burst into the clinic room, nearly knocking Stiles and Scott over. The woman stopped just in time to notice the bandages around her nieces' ribs. "Why didn't you say you are injured?"

"Aunt Sonya…" Ana sighed. Stiles hadn't met the woman checking over Ana and muttering under her breath, but he's seen her from a distance when he'd dropped Ana off once or twice. Up close he admitted that despite the grey hair in a tight bun hinting at the woman's age, there was nothing but strength in the woman's long, bony limbs.

"Come, we're leaving. If the bitch is here, we are not." The tall lady wrapped her arm protectively around Ana's shoulders and nearly pushed her off the clinic table. Stiles gaped, trying to process the situation.

"You can't go Ana, she could still be out there!" Stiles jumped out of his chair, blocking the door.

Sonya glared down at Stiles like her was a bug. "The is the point. We're leaving."

"But!"

"Stiles," Scott shook his head at his friend. He turned and gave Ana a sympathetic, but cold look, "I'm sorry about your family. Isaac and Jackson will keep an eye out for you, but you should leave town."

Ana stood up straight and eyed Scott, then nodded curtly.

"Scott?! How can you just-" Stiles started but was cut off by Scott's glare.

"She brought in a crazy alpha and is putting our pack, our town at risk. I can't have that Stiles."

"The fuck!" Stiles shouted, feeling like he'd been backhanded.

"Stiles, it's ok. He's right. We'll leave. Hopefully Marla will leave you guys alone," Ana said, managing a reassuring smile.

Aunt Sonya's gaze became skeptical of the boy standing in her way. "We burned her once. We will do it again. We will manage."

"Stiles, c'mon, let them go," Scott said, his tone more gentle. He reached out to tug Stiles out of the way, but stopped when Stiles snarled at him.

"No! This is stupid! It's not her fault!" Stiles grated out, his pulse accelerating. He saw Scott's eye go wide and sad, but it just made him angrier. Stiles knew he had to calm down, that he had to keep control but he was utterly unprepared for the force of his wolf waking for the first time. It was like trying to swim to the surface with weights tied to his ankles.

Stiles didn't notice Sonya trying to get between him and Ana and Ana not having any of it. "Stiles. He's just looking out for you, for everyone. He's right."

"Bullshit!"

"I know it doesn't seem like it right now. I know it hurts right now, but you need to pull through," her voice was soft and low. "I'll be ok. I need you to be too." Ana glanced over to where Derek was rooted on the other side of the room, briefly making eye contact.

Why did everyone treat him like he was delicate? Breakable? Why did they always disregard what he said and doubt him? He could see Scott looking at him with open gilt and then glare at Ana who was saying something to Stiles but he couldn't get the words. This wasn't her fault and why was Scott pushing her away?

When Stiles actually growled and his fangs dropped, it was like someone flipped a switch. Derek was suddenly there, hands on both of Stiles' shoulders.

"Stiles, breathe."

Dimly, Stiles heard Scott's cell go off, heard him answer. Distantly he heard the tall, angry Russian lady head for the door. It was like everything was so far away, except Derek. Derek was solid, real, and so here. He wanted Stiles to come back, and Stiles found he wanted to be back. It was downright surreal.

"Mom?" Scott asked, confused when he heard no response for a moment after picking up.

There was a high pitched giggle in response. "Guess again, little pup." Everyone in the room froze. "You have something I want," the rouge alpha's voice cooed through the phone, "so we're gonna play a game."

"What do you want," Scott asked, his voice low and chilling.

"I want many things, but mostly I want a well behaved beta who actually does what they are told. I want a pack," Marla said, her voice pouring from the cell phone like poisoned honey.

"What are you getting at?" Scott asked, eyeing Ana.

"Eloquence is not one of your strong points is it?"

"Marla…" Ana growled, her face a frightening mask of anger.

"Oh is that Ana? Ana, it's rude to interrupt a conversation. This whoooole situating could've been avoided if you had just done what I say. Now look at all the trouble you're causing? Hm? But believe it or not, it's not always about you. I'm over you. I'll deal with you later."

"What do you want?" Scott snarled.

"I'm really liking this whole 'what do I want' thing. So here it is. I want that cute little troublemaker, Stiles. I want him tied up in a pretty bow and given as a present." Stiles growled and strained against Derek, but it was different from just a moment before. It was Stiles, not the wolf. "Oooh? Is that him? So you did bite him, or was it the other one with the tight little ass? Good. I was worried I actually killed him. That've been a sad waste. So, that's it. Your best friend or your mom. I'll be waiting, right at the edge of town. You have twenty minutes before I slit her throat and let her bleed out nice and slow." There was crackling noise and the she hung up.