I'm late, I know! I'm very sorry but lots of things came up, and those things weren't very pleasant. But I am back! I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas and a Wonderful New Year! And please enjoy. I made it longer in hopes of making it up to you guys!

A small portion of myself screamed to submit, to let the big bad wolf have it his way and for me, the silly little human, to give in. It makes logical, survival sense. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? To submit? I mean, then he would have to take care of me, I wouldn't have to do everything on my own any more. I wouldn't have to worry about hiding from the cops, from avoiding the random well-to-do person, and no more dying. I mean, I was really, really tired of dying. It hurt. And I was kind of lonely, but then I remembered what Nara said. That I needed to stay strong, to keep in touch with nature, and to not be press ganged into a pack. And I don't think I could be myself in a pack, especially a pack of alpha baddies that were intending to be the only pack. And I really didn't want to lose my virginity to a wolf, and one the age of my dad! That's just nasty.

While my brain was processing all of this, I never wavered, I continued to stare into the Alpha's black blood eyes and he seemed impressed. Or pissed off. It's honestly hard to tell with someone like him.

"You are brave, or very stupid. I know you will do well within this pack." He said, his sightless eyes searching mine. "You did not submit, which is good. If you did that would mean that you were weak, and then you wouldn't be alive. I have no use for weakness within my pack. Be sure to remember that."

I just stared at him, thankful that he wasn't a mind reader. And thankful for my ADHD, or I more than likely would have submitted, the pressure the Alpha puts on someone is like two large hands are squeezing and forcing you down. But even with the pressure, I was able to remain, somewhat calm. The Alpha left, leaving me with the twins, once more. Goody.

Eventually they were able to coax me from my corner, with the promise of a shower, without a peeping twin, and some food, courtesy of the closest fast food joint, which was Burger King, hail to the King of all greasy foods.

I spent the next two days in the hotel, eating the food provided, and craving to go outdoors. Having lived with Nara and having been a hobo for so long, I lost interest in the ways of civilization. Television was still awful, daytime more so than usual. The carpets in this particular hotel were kind of gross, they didn't stick but they were not as clean as they could have been, and I found what I believed to be….stains by a not-so-innocent endeavor. I missed the trees! Smelling the weather changes, and the vibrant life of nature, being cooped up in the hotel was making me even more squirrely, and that's saying something. Minty and Thyme were still finishing one another's sentences, and shared looks that only twins, the closest of friends and married couples could do.

A bitter sweet thing, is that they stopped touching me. That might sound weird, ok, I know that sounds weird but I miss it. They would touch my shoulder, or feel my forehead when they thought I was asleep. It reminded me of how a family would react to a sick sibling. It was heart warming and heart breaking because it reminded me of my dad, and how he must be feeling. I mean, I was dead, then I was gone, on top of being dead. He's probably gone to Hades and back looking for my body snatcher, and unfortunately he'd never find the person, because the body snatcher was in fact the body. I wonder if they had a funeral for me, or if they were still looking for me. I mean, I had died, legitimately, had a tag on my toe and everything. So they could have an empty casket, and bury it for closure and all that stuff Dr. Phil would talk about.

But I went missing, so maybe they have hope that I'm still alive. I mean stranger things have happened in Beacon Hills, for goodness sake my old principal was a werewolf hunter and decided to beat the snot out of me because I was best friends to one. And don't get me started on the pretty boy jock turned lizard, I mean, even the old creepy catatonic werewolf uncle ended up coming back to life, so was it really that hard to imagine that I could? After everything else that had happened there? Then again, I'm just a human, or was. Or….was I ever? I mean, technically, genetically speaking?

Lost in my musings I didn't notice the door opening or two other wolves coming into the room. What I did notice was when a rather nasty clawed, female hand latched onto my shoulder and the nails dug in. I jerked in surprise, which caused the nails to bite into my very human, very soft skin. Boobs were pressed against the back of my head, and a woman with dark brown, almost black hair peered down at me. Her hair created a curtain, shutting us out from the rest of the world. She was telling me something, but due to the angle, the boobs at my head and the stinging pain of her claws in my arm, I have no idea what she was saying to me. And in all honesty, if she didn't have her claws in me, I still wouldn't have, I mean she was upside-down! I cant even read upside down on a good day much less read lips! And did I mention her boobs? They are massive and hard, and distracting. No one, no teen, girl, guy or otherwise would have been able to focus with those two things jabbing into their head.

Thyme grabbed her arm and yanked it back, thankfully. She spun around and glared at him, for a moment I wished I was in an old Japanese film, where the words were off with the sound and the lines were terribly cheesy and the fighting was so obviously staged with wires…but there weren't any wires when it came to werewolves.

Minty blocked my view of the two, he seemed nervous about my arm, I lifted it up and showed him that I wasn't about to keel over. He carefully lifted the edge of my sleeve and pulled it up. He was adamant about checking it. It was kind of cute, and it probably wasn't a bad idea. I mean, the she wolf probably had a billion and one germs on her claws. They were in serious need of a manicure and to be cleaned in rubbing alcohol, peroxide and anything else that would kill anything creepy crawly on those ghetto things. Ok, I may have watched a few Tabatha Take-Overs, and House Wives, but there was nothing else on! Sue Me!

My train of ADHD fueled thoughts came to a sudden halt when something warm and slightly rough was pressed against my small wounds. My eyes quickly returned to Minty, who was licking me. His tongue was on my arm, over my cuts. I just looked at him. I never expected to be in a situation like that before, and I never in a million years would have thought to have a reaction. I mean, I probably should have freaked out, and pushed him away. But, it actually felt good. I mean, it kind of stung, like peroxide does, but it felt good…

Minty eyed the cuts and gave them a few more licks, for good measure. Then looked at me, he saw that I was in shock, and he gave me the cutest smile possible. Before patting my arm. I looked at it, and was amazed to see that the cuts, granted they were small to begin with, were nothing now. Miracle Spit. Who knew?

After that, Thyme pulled his brother away and they seemed to be in a heated discussion, but I was still in shock from the sudden licking. And slightly aroused. Oh lord, they can smell that. Down boy, don't think of anything, think of cutesy girl things. Unicorns, and gnomes, and Santa. Nothing can extinguish a perking part than Santa riding a Unicorn with gnomes surrounding them.

A few hours later, Deucalion's right hand wolf came to the door. He seemed to give the twins orders, if their straight backs and quick nods of 'yessir' were anything to go by. Once the door was shut, they began to hurry around the room, gathering strewn clothing, stuffing it into duffle bags and they double checked to make sure my things were still in my bag. I hadn't unpacked, and the only time I really changed was to get out of the blood stained clothing. I watched the twins scurry around and wondered if I looked like that on the first day of school. Rushing back and forth at the last minute, sniffing to see if a shirt was clean enough to put on, listening to my dad laugh as it seemed to become a tradition of sorts.

Before long, I was being corralled out and down a small flight of steps, and here I thought we were on the main floor. I was not going to be the next Sherlock, that's for certain. I was ushered into a rather nice deep blue Jeep, with Minty beside me and Thyme calling shotgun. The Burger King supplier was behind the wheel. As we pulled out, I saw two other cars follow, and one was in front. There was a Ford focus, a Chrysler mini-van and the leader was a plain black Chevy Malibu. I wondered if they actually owned the cars or were barrowing them. Behind the mini-van was a small U-Hal trailer, large enough to house a regular sized sofa long-ways, and a few boxes.

The spontaneous road trip turned out to be rather boring. Evergreen trees, a few flowers, watch for fallen rock signs, and once in a while a livestock truck. That about sums up the excitement of the road, once in a while I saw a mile marker, and a sign for an exit for gas or a motel, but the wolf behind the wheel seemed impervious to road hypnosis. That or he enjoyed making me squirm. It was a good few mile markers passed my bladder being uncomfortable, when he finally listened to the twins and went to a rest stop. I could have wept in relief, I had been two minutes away from asking for a bottle or peeing on myself. I hobbled to the bathroom and once I finished and washed my hands, I just stayed put.

Knowing that the wolves were right outside the door, listening to every sound I made, was somewhat unnerving, but at least I had been able to piss in peace. Small miracles. I let out, what I assume to be, a rather large sigh. As I studied myself in the mirror, the old Stiles really was a thing of the past now. At least as looks were concerned, my hair was brushing my shoulders, eyes were a violent violet color, cheekbones were raised and more defined, and my nose finally seemed to fit my face. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought I belonged in a Lord of the Rings movie, all I needed was pointy ears, elf garb, and a few hundred years tacked on to my life and I would be set. But then again, elves were just make believe, right?

Once I decided that I had indulged in my girly side for long enough, I opened the door and was greeted by three very grumpy wolves. I just grinned at them and walked by, Thyme followed closely while Minty and Burger hurried into the bathroom. Thyme led me to a wooden bench, it was the typical rest stop bench, facing away from the interstate, and the parking lot, I guess to give the travelers a small sense of peace, before they dared to venture onto the road once more. I took greedy gulps of air. Even with the exhaust of the cars, stains of oil and human consumerism in the air, I could taste the water. It was going to rain soon, the evergreens tickled my nose, and the sky was a washed out blue. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I could imagine myself back with Nara in a clearing, eating berries and betting against one another until we were blue in the face from laughing so hard.

My eyes burned behind my lids, I quickly rubbed them, there was no point in crying. Nara had warned me, she knew I wouldn't be able to out run the Alphas, but I still attempted, and I had failed. I wondered if she knew that, if she knew I had been caught and taken from the woods, from nature, and forced back into the world humans created and wolves lurked in the shadows. She probably is crying enough for both of us.

All too soon I was forced back into the car, and away we went again. I silently recited old German fables, the Grimm tales were my favorite, and in a way they really did capture the essence of humanity. People would stop at nothing to obtain wealth, even if it meant cutting off toes and heels. Humans were petty creatures.

We passed the state line into Nevada, I began to twitch. We were getting too close to California, too close to Beacon Hills, the place I left far behind. Panicked I turned towards Thyme, and tugged at his sleeve.

'Where are we going?' I signed slowly and mouthed the words, hoping he understood me.

Thyme just gave me the typical, I speak English and bad English look. I began to make motions with my hands, pointing to us, making a walking motion, and then a question mark. I did this a few times, each time with exaggerated movements and I became more frustrated with every attempt. Minty finally handed Thyme a phone, and I was able to type the question into it. Thyme gave me an 'oh, so that's what you were asking' face. He quickly typed out a response.

My heart slammed against my chest, then stopped, my hands shook. Beacon Hills, California. It couldn't be. They couldn't be going to the one place I left, to the one place I swore to never return to. I was dead there, literally. I couldn't go back. All of a sudden the tires on our car popped and Burger had to do stunt man maneuvering so he didn't hit the lead car. Three pops later and the car was sitting on rims and flats, Burger was probable cursing up a storm. The car shook, the phone's screen did little dances and swirled unhappily.

Thyme put his hands on my shoulders, noise rushed back, only adding to the chaos in my head.

"What did you do?" Burger screamed, glaring at Thyme.

"I didn't do anything! I answered his question then all of a sudden the tires exploded."

"What did you say?" Minty asked, his voice was on the edge of calmness, but close to losing it.

"I told him where we were going."

The door to my left opened, Deucalion kneeled beside me, I ignored him. My breath, I couldn't breathe.

"Ethan, stay where you are, Aiden come around to me." Deucalion spoke calmly.

Minty, now Aiden, hurried to comply, while Burger grew silent, he may be an Alpha, but the true Alpha was near and he didn't condone cursing.

Clouds rumbled into existence, the air was thick with rain and had a tinge of electricity.

"What are you going to do?" Thyme, not Ethan asked. Looking between his alpha and me with an adorably curious face.

Deucalion didn't respond, he made Aiden place an arm on mine, covering my hand and the phone. Then Ethan covered my other, and the next thing I knew Deucalion had his claws in my neck. Thick tendrils of blood dripped from the base of my neck, he forced my head towards my chest. Thus directing the flow of blood down my arms, then he removed his claws, and I was immobilized, staring at our joined hands with panic glazed eyes. Deucalion swiftly did the same thing to the twins, and our blood mingled together.

"Once joined, forever together, never apart, elements mingle, earth rise, wind caress, fire warm, water quench their thirst and spirit bind them with the blood."

I don't know if it was how he said it, or if him being the alpha of alphas had anything to do with it, but I felt the elements obey him. Our blood swirled together, mixing, then it was soaked into our skin. I face planted into Ethan's hard chest, he leaned heavily against the door. Aiden was pressed against my back, both were unconscious.

"Deucalion, what –"

"He is now bonded to those two, and they are bonded to me. Now his powers won't cause any more explosions and it'll keep him calmer in general. I should have bonded the Elemental to someone sooner, but if I bonded him to one of us and it was a bad connection, we would have either lost a pack member, the Elemental or both. And I couldn't afford that."

Burger must have been feeling brave, "How did you bond them?"

Deucalion just smirked, and patted Aiden's shoulder. "They shouldn't cause us any more trouble, we should be able to get to our next stop and settle in before they begin to rouse. Get new tires on this car and lets go."

Blood tingled in my veins, I wasn't exactly in a comfortable position, getting a face full of Thyme, err I mean Ethan. With Aiden at my back, I was close to being squished, but I couldn't move, and from what I heard and from the dead weight on my back, neither wolf was going to stir anytime soon. So I might as well get comfortable, and get ready to face my past. And a small part of me hoped I hadn't changed too much, and someone would be able to recognize me. But another portion wanted me to remain anonymous, that way I wouldn't be able to hurt anyone and I couldn't get hurt.

Derek and the Pack

The hairs stiffened on Derek's body, his hackles rose and his nose twitched. That was the only warning he had before the pain struck him. He dropped to the floor, body limp, limbs twitching randomly. He heard the other members of his pack fall, the two who were with him, he knew Scott was at least in good hands, working with Deaton, and Peter would be fine, where ever he was. That was the last coherent thought he had for a long time.

Scott was about to hand Deaton some paperwork, they had just successfully finished a routine examination on a patient when he felt it. A bucket of ice was thrown into his veins. His eyes rolled in his head, he dropped to the floor, his head slamming against the counter before it smacked the ground. Darkness closed in.

Boyd was in the den, staring at math equations blankly. No matter how many times he did the equation, he kept getting a different answer than the book. Why did he even need this to survive? He wasn't going to use this in real world, he had a phone with a calculator and that's all there was. His eyes rolled in his head, he slid from the couch and was slumped awkwardly.

Isaac was in the restroom, washing his hands. He couldn't seem to get the smell of onions off his skin, and it was bothering him, because he hadn't even touched anything remotely onion-y for a long time. He was reaching for a towel, the pain struck him, not unlike how his father used to strike him from behind. He fell awkwardly, arm slamming against the door jam and breaking.

Peter was in his hide-away, the only place his damnable nephew couldn't control him. He was shifting through a few old paperbacks, wondering if they were worth a second read when the world decided to shift. He wasn't struck by the pain as the others, but it was by no means comfortable. Eventually the spinning of the room became too much and the world grayed, then went black.

Eventually the pack came to, Scott was on his back, feet propped up, head cushioned by a few towels. Deaton was watching him warily, his eyes were filled with sympathy, he knew what had happened. Derek was the first to revive in the Pack home base, he carefully stood, holding onto the wall for safety. Before limping towards his Betas, finding them by their unsteady heart beats. Boyd groaned, his neck popped as he moved, back ached. He stood when he saw his Alpha, and followed slowly behind. Isaac was still unconscious, his arm healed, but incorrectly. Derek leaned down and lifted the pup, Boyd followed Derek into the living room.

Derek quietly apologized to his unconscious pack-mate before breaking the obviously misshapen wrist. Isaac didn't twitch, Derek gathered him once more into his arms, before seating himself. Boyd cuddled into his alpha's free side. He didn't care how it might look, he didn't care that it showed his weakness. He only knew something terrible happened, they had lost a pack-mate and he didn't know who. Erica was gone, he felt her pain keenly, but this was a different type of loss. The pack-mate had been close, closer than her, if only by a marginal amount. He knew his alpha and Isaac were ok, so that logically left Scott, right?

Peter came to on the floor, cheek pressed roughly against a few books, he gingerly peeled them from his tender cheek, knowing that it left a nasty mark. But thankfully, being a werewolf had its perks, and healing was one of the more impressive ones. He sat on his behind with a slight huff of breath, and rubbed the back of his head wearily. He knew what that pain meant, he knew that his nephew would be in agony, or had been, or maybe still was. It would be impossible to tell unless he went back. They lost a pack member, the pain of losing one, was not unfamiliar, Alpha's felt the brunt of it, then betas, and he, the omega's would feel the aftershocks. Peter wondered who had died, he hoped it was Scott.

Good? Bad? Eh? Thoughts? Until next time! Adieu!