Episode Two: Guess Who is Coming to Dinner Pt2
Well wasn't this turning into a fucking party? Isaac was the best at healing and withdrawing pain. Stiles didn't think Derek should do the healing even if it was his sister. If there was a threat then Derek would need to be at his strongest. He had no such issue, he bent down to help his grandfather. Whatever was poisoning her must be a doozy as she was not already healed.
Stiles could guess that part of the issue was his grandfather was trying to manage her pain. Well the werewolves were the best at that anyway. "Isaac I need you."
Derek approved of the plan, as Stiles had let him know using the bond. He stood watching with his heart in his mouth with Peter. They watched on in terror that their niece/sister would die before they ever got to reconnect.
He wanted answers. He couldn't wait and do nothing. He trusted Stiles and Edward to heal Cora. He would help Mab kill whoever did this - He only hoped he got the honour of ripping their throat out.
"Cortez get in here! Chris keep the others in the kitchen"
There was no Alpha voice used but you would be stupid to defy it.
In the kitchen there was a commotion. They had not seen Cora or the state she was in. They just knew that that Alpha's mate, Stiles had something to do it.
Carlos was an Alpha and that came with its own respect. There were rules governing pack interactions. He was not willing to face the anger in the voice if he was being honest. He did not recognise the woman's voice but he could smell the power and magic in the other room.
In the last few minutes his pack had gathered around him. They were waiting on his orders but there was a clear divide. He watched the tame hunter, seeing what his reaction would be.
Chris could guess what was happening. He had seen enough pissing matches and he loved the way the pack stood with him. Things were definitely different these days. He would not let this Alpha harm his niece and he was not in the mood for bullshit. He wanted to be with his mate as he could 'feel' his distress.
The gun was pointing at the Alpha, cocked to go off. He was calm as he promised. "Go or I will put a bullet in you."
The Second held his Alpha back like it would matter. "Why should he?"
Chris smiled but it lacked any warmth. He enjoyed letting them know there was going to be no good outcome for them.
"Queen Mab will rip your entire pack apart for the insult."
The whole of the visiting pack paled. He couldn't mean who they thought? She was a fairy tale - A myth designed to scare.
Carlos had to check, "The Fae queen?"
Erica was the one to answer with no small amount of relish. "She is awesome. Stiles calls her grandmother."
Jesus fucking christ. It was one simple sentence and everything became clear for Carlos. There was no choice. His stupid decisions had led his pack here. He would not let them all die. It was his duty as Alpha to go out there and face the Fae Queen. He didn't want to but what choice did he have?
Derek saw the Alpha come in looking guilty and shocked. Derek took note of the reaction, it was the shock that was stopping him from ripping his throat out in that moment.
Isaac bless his golden curls hadn't need to be told twice, like Cortez. He'd rushed in and bowed down by Stiles' side drawing the pain out of wherever he was directed.
Derek felt he was being reasonable in his statement. "I'm hoping you have a good reason I shouldn't rip your throat out?"
Mab laughed but it was bone chilling, the entire pack was on alert. "That is why I had no problem with you mating with my grandson."
Carlos understood just how this small pack was powerful. They were not a traditional pack but they packed a punch.
Carlos knew he had to be honest and pray for mercy, "This was not me. I didn't do it."
Mab snorted, not impressed with his answer. She detested cowards at the best of times. She usually let the Wild Hunt have anyone she deemed a coward for sport. "You know who did and your desire to play games saw one of mine hurt."
It was clear to all that Mab felt he should now be the one hurt to balance the scales. Derek and Peter were all for it especially if Cora didn't make a full recovery.
Stiles let out a sigh of relief. "Peter, Derek she is stable. Let's move her to the living room."
They lifted her with infinite care. Stiles patted Isaac on the shoulder, "Thanks."
Isaac could only offer a shaky smile. He was almost recovered but he wanted Danny. Stiles could read his mind, he was sure of it.
"Go back to your mate. Make sure the others stay put, everyone of them."
The last thing Isaac saw before he went back to the kitchen was Alpha Cortez going into the living room. It was not like he had much choice. Mab was holding his shoulder and was guiding him before her. He was sure that if Cortez ran it would be the last thing he did.
Cora was feeling like she could breathe again. In just a few hours she would get to see Derek and Uncle Peter. She didn't remember the attack, the fire that had claimed her family. She remembered Uncle Peter shoving her into an escape tunnel and telling her to run and not come back.
She was stuck in the motel as Carlos and Angela wanted to check it was safe for her. She had whined like a brat. This was her family, her original pack. There was now way Derek could ever be a threat to her. She had been so happy to find out he was alive.
She was staring at the hideous pattern on the wall. The motel here had not updated its decor from the seventies. She had Andres watching her - Carlos had said to keep her safe but it felt more like she was a prisoner. If she didn't owe the Alpha she would have scratched his eyes out for being unfair. She would have ripped his throat out but then she would have been responsible for the stupid pack. All she wanted was to go back home to her family. She had grown up with the Cortez pack but never felt like one of them. She knew it frustrated the Alpha but she didn't give a shit.
One minute she was staring at the wall, the next she watched Andreas as his chest exploded. She growled and changed into her beta form. She was going to die and it was stupid Carlos' fault. She heard the bullet and cried out. She had turned away trying to minimise the damage. It ripped into her side and she struggled to breathe. This was a nasty form of wolfsbane.
She came back to awareness as the hunter stood over her. She hated that this idiots sneer would be the last thing she would see. The Calaveras lot were stubborn - they had followed them all the way here. She was betting there was more to the story than Carlos had told her.
"Your pelt will make a nice rug in my study."
A sharp snort had him whirling around. How had someone snuck up behind him?
He saw a tall regal woman, dressed to the nines. She had no place being here! He thought about how all his would look and scrambled for an excuse.
Yet no words came out. His lips were moving but no noise. He didn't understand. What witchcraft was this?
A vicious sneer crossed over the beautiful woman's face. "I have no interest in hearing your bigoted views. Although I love the idea of a rug."
Cora had no time to fear the new arrival as she seemed to be on her side. The guy didn't get a chance to ponder the woman's sentence as all that remained of him was a pile of organs. Icky.
Cora wanted to laugh if she wasn't struggling to breathe. The woman was carrying a blanket. She looked closer. It was the idiot hunter now as a rug. Talk about poetic justice. She blacked out knowing at least she was avenged.
She didn't hear the bellowed, "Edward!"
Back at the pack house there was a tense stand-off. Cora was now feeling better so they had moved her to the couch in the living room. She would live, thanks to Stiles, Isaac and Edward.
Stiles knew he couldn't keep his status a secret from the other pack any longer. He didn't want to. He stood up and shared a vortex of magicks with his grandfather. It would help keep his reserves up without a trip to the Fae Realm.
Mab watched, loving the expression of serene joy on Gen's face. It was a terrible circumstance but she would never be sad to see her grandson. She just couldn't decide what to do. She knew that what she wanted to do.
Mab was having no coward in her grandson's territory. Cortez would see harm come to the pack through his sheer ineptitude. She knew he seemed to think of himself as a master manipulator but he was an amateur.
"This is on you." Mab said, full of malicious intent.
Carlos shook his head, "This is the Calaveras hunters."
Derek was astute, "And why would they be after you?"
Carlos squirmed. It was not a fun a position. He wished he'd never come to this town. "I bit the leader's brother accidentally."
He wanted to curl up and die. It sounded ridiculous even to his ears but it was the truth. The fight was a legitimate fight to the death and he had lashed out in an instinctive way.
Chris had entered the living room not long after they settled in the living room. He had made sure Allison had her bow primed and set Lydia off making Molotov cocktails. He needed to be with Peter, he could feel his distress swirling around him.
Peter had listened, disbelieving just what he was hearing. "What you tripped and fell with your fangs out?"
Chris chuckled darkly. The whole situation seemed to make much more sense. "Rosa will hunt you to the ends of the Earth."
Derek's glower had increased. "Yeah and she followed you here. What was the plan?"
Carlos hated the question as there was no good answer. If he lied it would be obvious. He could not tell the truth but he saw little choice.
"I wanted the territory to keep my pack safe."
Stiles didn't take his eyes off Cora but he spoke soft and dangerous. "I would have destroyed you if you had even tried."
Peter smirked, "I liked when you called the Wild Hunt for the Alpha Pack."
Derek looked to his grandmother-in-law and let his emotions show unguarded. "You've given me a great gift."
She smirked, "I have high hopes for the little one."
Stiles looked up with curiosity. "Oh really?"
Mab nodded and knew where her indecision was coming from. She would take vengeance if Derek wished but it was his right to decide the cowards fate. "Will you make him pay ... Or must I take out the trash?"
Stiles looked at Derek pondering the offer. "I want to kind of kill them all so I can enjoy my dinner."
Derek grinned seeing Carlos freak out. "It would spoil your dinner. Grandmother would you wish to stay for dinner?"
She sashayed over to Stiles and Derek air kissing them both. "I would love to stay and scare the cowards but we have a kingdom. I juts know that you will be creative in your punishments."
Mab left with an air of intent. It was clear that she would be back at a fractions notice.
Derek looked to Chris, "Get me a meet with Rosa Calaveras ... She better have a good reason for harming my sister."
Carlos noticed with great concern - Hale didn't care about them. It was his sister. It may be that they take care of the hunter problem but what then? And what did she mean punishment?