Everyone was in position with barely a minute to spare. Scott was back inside the dreaded ring of mountain ash with Derek making a surprisingly convincing dead Stiles in the circle next to him. They had to position him in such a way that his head was covered by the chair and his muscles were drowned in clothing in order to pull it off, but with the massive pile of blood that was still drying on the floor, it didn't really matter what he looked like. Plus, they weren't planning on letting Adorjan get close enough to see the difference.
When Adorjan finally walked into the room, Scott knew that he had to act as if he had been there looking at his dead best friend all night. This proved not to be difficult at all for him, however, as all he had to do was think about the previous night and the waterworks began. Looking at the man that shot Stiles and left him to die made anger flare up within the alpha.
"You bastard!" He screamed, pushing against the ring of mountain ash with all of his strength.
"Good morning Scott." Adorjan didn't even flinch at his outburst. "I hope you've considered my proposition. But before you give me your final answer, just remember that what happened to Stiles here tonight will happen to your mother next. And then Stiles's father, and maybe I'll even kill that little banshee of yours for good measure. So I would think carefully about your response if I was you."
"I'll do it." Scott croaked through his tears. "Just please, let me out of here. I can't stand it anymore." He wasn't lying about that either. Even though he wasn't actually there anymore, seeing and smelling all of Stiles's blood was enough to dig up horrific memories of the previous night for Scott and it was killing him.
"I'm glad you've come to your senses." Adorjan walked forward slowly and with a flick of his wrist the montain ash was gone. Scott didn't have time to dwell on how he managed to do that when Derek sprung up from the ground and lunged at Adorjan. The pair toppled to the floor and Derek managed to get him pinned underneath him.
Adorjan laughed. "I'm impressed, Scott, but did you really think I would come alone?"
Suddenly the room was filled with 5 alphas. One of them attacked Derek, who let go of Adorjan with a yelp. Malia and Kira came rushing into the room with their fangs out and katanas at the ready. Even Lydia came in swinging Stiles's baseball bat.
The fighting lasted longer than Scott was hoping. At one point he saw Derek fly through the air and hit the wall with a sickening crunch. Malia was pinned to the floor by an alpha and Kira was struggling against 2 of them at once. Scott was afraid that they had failed and that his pack was not going to make it out alive when what seemed like the entire sheriff station came busting into the warehouse.
"Let them go," Stilinski yelled, gun pointed directly at Adorjan's head, "or I'll shoot."
"You really think your bullets are going to stop me?" Adorjan growled, tightening his grip on Scott's throat, who he had pinned under him. "You really are a useless Sheriff."
"I think you underestimate the humans of Beacon Hills." A new voice suddenly boomed from behind Stilinski.
Chris Argent stepped out in front of the alpha pack and shot Adorjan in the leg, who howled in agony as he dropped to the floor. Scott scrambled out from under him, switching positions and grabbing the werewolf by the neck.
"Thanks to things like you, we now keep the station stocked with wolfsbane bullets." The Sheriff explained, crouching in front of the alpha. "Now, I can have my friend Deaton remove that bullet and let you live, or I can have my men shoot every last member of your pack in the heart with wolfsbane. Don't underestimate the lengths a father will go to in order to avenge his child. And by the way, picking on a human? Really? What kind of alpha are you? It doesn't take much strength or skill to do what you did to Stiles."
Adorjan was writhing in pain on the floor. He looked at the Sheriff murderously. "What do you want from me? He asked through gritted teeth.
"I want you to leave this town and never come back. I want you and your pack to find a home for yourselves that doesn't involve killing anyone to do it."
The werewolf sat quietly for a minute before answering. "Fine." He motioned to the others, who reluctantly let go of the pack members. Scott released Adorjan and stepped away.
The sheriff smiled slightly and patted Adorjan on the shoulder condescendingly. "Good dog. Do we need to drive you out of the city or can you manage that yourself? Deaton is outside waiting for you."
Adorjan growled but stood up slowly and shoved past Stilinski and the rest of the police force, who followed him with their guns. When he reached the door, Adorjan turned back around. "One more thing Sheriff. Just so we're clear, your son got what he deserved. This world is a better place without him. I did you all a favor."
Scott's eyes flashed red and he lunged at the alpha and it took every last bit of Stilinski's will power to hold him back and not let the boy kill the bastard.
Adorjan chuckled at the alpha. "You have a weak spot when it comes to your friends, Mr. McCall, and one day that will prove to be the weakness that causes your undoing. This isn't over."
"Oh yes it is." The Sheriff rolled his eyes and handcuffed the alpha. He turned to Scott. "I know where you want to be right now. You can go. We've got this."
Scott nodded to Stilinski and ran to his motorbike that was hidden in the woods. He could see Lydia and the rest of the pack slowly emerging from the building and Deaton standing there with his medical kit, but Scott only had eyes for one person. He turned his bike around and sped as fast as he could to Beacon Hills Memorial.