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Chapter 2: Alpha Pack

Third Person

When Scott, along with his buddy Stiles, arrived at the café where his sister had gotten a job, they were surprised to find the lights off.

"It's closed." Scott commented.

"Yes… I can see that." Stiles replied matter-of-factly.

"Then where's Belle?" He frowned, getting out of his friend's blue jeep.

"Scott-" Stiles tried to stop him in vain. He sighed. "Oh, this is so not a good idea." And with that, he followed his best friend.

Hearing Scott sniffing around, he asked: "Can you smell anything?"

Scott turned to look at him with a worried expression on his face. He nodded. "Blood."

Stiles' eyes widened. "Okay this is a really bad idea." He said again as Scott forcefully opened the café door. "Hey, maybe she got a ride from someone else and forgot to tell you I mean-"

"Shhh." Scott silenced him, cautiously walking inside.

"I'm going to regret this." Stiles foresaw, entering as well. Scott had already made his way towards the end of the place. There was something about the way he walked that seemed as though he was scared of moving forwards. Scared of what, or who, he might find. "It might help if we just…" Stiles trailed off, hitting the lights.

The room alighted. And there was no need for Scott to go any further. There was a body lying on the floor in front of him. A body covered in blood. A dead body.

"Please tell me that's not-" Stiles started, moving forwards, and Scott finished the sentence for him.

"No. It's not her." He sighed, relieved. He bent down to get a closer look at the body. Stiles was soon next to him, examining the body himself.

It was a man, in his late thirties. He was dressed in a blue, creased shirt, with a name tag attached to it. "I think this was her boss." Scott presumed.

"Are those claw marks? On his arms?" Stiles asked, giving a closer look.

"Werewolves." Scott determined.

"Why would werewolves kill a café owner? And I thought you, Isaac, Peter and Derek were the only ones in Beacon Hills."

"Apparently not."

There were no news of Annabelle the next day. And Scott had no clue who or what could have killed that man at the café until he had an unfortunate encounter with an Alpha who had been trying to take Isaac, his werewolf friend, from the hospital.

"Are you gonna tell me who that was back then? That Alpha?" He asked Derek as he was tending to Isaac's wounds.

"A rival pack. It's my problem." Derek told him. "I know you wanna help and you did, I owe you one. Now go home, go back to being a teenager." That was short for "Don't ask again." And normally Scott wouldn't have, but if there was any chance that they had his sister, he had to know more.

"Did you know that they killed someone yesterday?" Scott inquired, not wanting to let go of the subject. Not receiving a reply from Derek, he continued. "I think they took my sister."

Derek looked up at him. "Sister?"

"Yeah, she came back from boarding school this summer. She was at the café when the man was killed." He explained. "And now she's missing."

"I'm sorry. I know how it feels to loose a sister." Derek acknowledged.

"She's not dead." Scott insisted, refusing to believe that. "She can't be."

Derek looked down, feeling bad for him. "If she's alive, I'll help you find her." He glanced at Isaac, lying down unconscious. "But not right now."

At that moment, the door creaked open and Stiles walked in. "Nice paint job." He observed, referring to the door.

Scott frowned. "You painted the door?" He asked Derek, moving towards his friend to examine it better. It was completely painted red. "Why did you paint the door?"

"Go home, Scott." Was all the response he got from Derek.

"And why only one side…" He started clawing off the paint from the door, revealing a painted mark. But he knew it wasn't just a mark. It meant something. "What is this?"

"The rival pack. It's their symbol." Derek answered, sighing.

"It's not just a normal pack, is it?" Scott inquired. Derek didn't look as confident about this as he usually would have. He looked… worried.

He shook his head.

"All the animals acting strange lately- it's because of them, isn't it? Like the deer on the night I got bitten." Scott started to realize. "How many are there?" He demanded, referring to the Alpha's.

"A pack of them." Derek replied. "An Alpha pack."

"All of them?" Stiles asked. "How does that even work?"

"I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Ducalien." Derek affirmed. "We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac and I have been looking for them the last four months."

"And now they have my sister." Scott concluded. "We have to find them. How do you deal with an Alpha pack?"

"With all the help I can get."

Annabelle's P.O.V

My eyes started to open, trying to get used to the darkness before me. Where was I? As they widened, I found myself in a room.

Light came from a small window behind me, placed far too high from my reach. Not that I could have reached it anyways since I was tied to a chair.

I tried to remember how I got here, what happened. Flashing back to the night at the café, I recalled seeing my boss being held by a man, and a woman. Who weren't exactly human. I frowned as I saw them change once more; hair growing on their faces, their eyes glowing, claws growing from their nails… I shivered. It must have been a dream. A horrible and really realistic dream.

And the other man. The blind one, gripping my shoulders, and making me watch as the other two clawed my boss. My mouth parted slightly.

They killed him.

I struggled to remember more, but there wasn't more. Just darkness.

I decided they had knocked me out. But why would they kidnap me?

I tried to pull out of the rope that bound me, without success. It was no use to struggle, the rope was too thick and tight.

I decided to go for plan B: screaming.

I cried out "help" until my lungs couldn't take it anymore, hoping someone could hear me.

The walls of the room looked like they were made of metal, and I couldn't see a door in front of me, it was too dark to see anything, but there must have been, since I heard it opening.

This could either be really good, or really bad.

"You're a noisy one, aren't you?" I recognized that voice. Okay, this was really bad. I heard his stick tapping on the floor before I saw him. He walked into the light with a wicked smile on his face.

"What do you want from me?" I demanded, with futile efforts to break free of the ropes.

"Now? Nothing." He replied cryptically, making me wonder what he meant by 'now'. "You're simply an insurance." Still not understanding. "But I believe you will prove very useful in the future."

Before I could even start to form a sentence, he was gone. Leaving me to speculate what the hell he was talking about.

Okay, so this whole Ducalien-cryptic-messages thing will be explained in the future. I'm not big on planning too far ahead honestly but I did for this story so I know what I'm doing (..hopefully)

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