A/N: Here is my next chapter guys. Sorry if there are any mistakes. All my work is 'unbeta'ed. I proof read it myself but sometimes they slip through. Please review if you like my work. Even a short sentence means the world to me.
"Mr Stilinski", Deucalion smiled wolfishly. "Or would you prefer I call you Stiles? I must say you are looking rather different than when we last meet."
"Call me whatever you like demon wolf but be warned", Stiles replied coldly. "One wrong move and I will end you", he added as he magically levitated a dagger to just under the man's chin and held it against his throat.
The older alpha looked amused as he sat in the chair opposite Stiles not waiting for an invitation. "So the rumours are true, I see", Deucalion drawled slowly. "The sage wolf does indeed defy his very nature. Curiously you survive with no pack or territory and yet unlike any other alpha who has tried you are still sane after a full two years. After all today is the two year anniversary of the day you were bitten isn't it?" Deucalion smiled as he saw the man opposite him flinch.
"How did you know that?" Stiles asked with a shaky voice.
"You'd be surprised at what I know", Deucalion muttered quietly. "For instance we could talk about your friends back home who have allowed a kitsune to join the pack. Disgusting creatures kitsune. Or we could talk about how I have been keeping a close eye on you since you left Beacon Hills. Those are just a couple of subjects we could discuss." The older man lapsed into silence while he looked at the younger with a contemplative interest. "You're a lot quieter than you used to be", he murmured quietly.
"Yeah, I've changed a lot. But then you seem to know all about that somehow", Stiles answered slowly. "How do you know so much about me? And why do you care?"
"I didn't just go to Beacon Hills five years ago to try and recruit Derek Hale. Or even to take care of the threat I learn Scott McCall possessed. Well actually I guess I did until I saw potential in one of his pack. You", Deucalion said pointing at Stiles. "By that time though Jennifer and your pack had decimated my alpha pack; so I kept an eye on you when you left. I lost track, of you I'll admit, when you suddenly left Beacon Hills after Kali killed your father", Deucalion explained.
"So how did you find me again?" Stiles asked curiously.
"Oh I have people all over the place. One of them happened to find you working in this quaint little shop and I paid him a good price for the information", Deucalion smiled amused at something. "You know it's interesting you choose to ask that question when I can see the other is causing you severe discomfort."
"Well maybe that's because I know its crap. Kali had nothing to do with my father's death. Jennifer killed her months before it even happened", Stiles retorted.
"You mean like how Ennis and Derek were dead at one point", Deucalion asked amused. Stiles sat there opposite the man mouth opened and speechless. Could it really be possible? Had Kali survived? After all they never found the body. When they went back to take care of it, it had simply vanished.
Stiles removed his magical disguise as he yelled, "So say I believe you why would Kali go after my father?"
"The blame for that I believe lies with me. She knew of my sudden interest in the weak human of the pack that kept putting himself in danger. You know she was always my favourite within the alpha pack? I knew she was alive and she must have suspected that I knew. She probably feared I would turn you myself and then have you kill her to become an alpha. She assumed I would recreate the alpha pack", Deucalion explained almost bored.
"That doesn't explain why she went after my father though", Stiles growled.
"No but I'm getting to that part. Kali learnt a lesson from being too rash after Jenifer almost killed her I assume. So she waited and she watched your pack. When you discovered your magical gift she sent a cursed item to make you vulnerable but before she could attack Derek showed up. She watched your power increase at an alarming rate and had to rethink her plan. If she couldn't destroy you the way she intended she would destroy a different part of you. She went after your heart by killing your father hoping it would break you. By this point her motive had changed she had discovered I had no interest in reforming the alpha pack and she decided since Derek killed her mate she would ensure he would never know the contentment that comes from having his", Deucalion continued in that bored tone of voice.
"She killed my father just to break me so I wouldn't stick around in Beacon Hills with Derek?" Stiles asked as his eye flashed red.
"That's what I'm telling you", Deucalion nodded.
"And why would I believe you?" Stiles sneered.
"Why wouldn't you believe me? Even when I was the leader of the alpha pack I always spoke the truth to Derek and to Scott. Why would you be any different?" Deucalion smiled. "Trust me or not, I don't care either way about how you deal with that situation. It's not the reason I came to visit you."
"Then what is the reason?" Stiles asked as he calmed his self and allowed his red eyes to fade. He also let the dagger drift slightly further from the wolf opposite.
"Ah that's nice finally some breathing room", Deucalion muttered completely at ease. "What I came to talk to you about is the new alpha pack."
"New alpha pack? I hadn't heard of one", Stiles exclaimed.
"Well you see that's the problem neither have your friends back at Beacon Hills because you are all rather hermit like and refuse to leave your safe little corners. Strictly speaking there isn't one yet either but there are many attempts being made. Did you know werewolf population has decreased by twenty percent in the last four years?" Deucalion asked rhetorically before carrying right on. "Alpha's are trying to band together and form a new alpha pack but they can't seem to make it last. Within two months of collecting together a number of alphas they end up massacring each other."
"So what you come to recruit me to start another alpha pack to stop others from trying?" Stiles asked.
"No didn't I already tell you I'm not interested in forming another one. No I came to see if you would be interested in forming a new alpha pack. Don't look so shocked my boy", Deucalion laughed.
"You see the leader of an alpha make has to be unique, has to demand a certain level of respect and most importantly have a strong will", Deucalion started to explain.
"So you want me to go and back and join up with Scott and Derek?" Stiles interrupted, frowning.
"No. Would you stop and listen for a moment?" Deucalion growled. He waited a moment to see if the younger wolf would indulge his request. "Thank you. No Scott maybe a true alpha but he is not unique. While a true alpha is rare it is not something unique to Mr McCall. You though are unique; an elven werewolf. You possess powerful magical abilities along with your alpha status. You must be the new leader. You must be the one to stop werewolves around the world before we decimate our race into extinction. Yes I would have you join with the alphas already in Beacon Hills but only once you have started forming your own alpha pack."
Stiles sat stunned waiting for the punch line before he managed to choke out, "Oh my god, you're serious?!"
"I'm not a man known for making jokes. I'm a visionary just as I once was before the hunters destroyed my faith. I have alphas Hale and McCall to thank for the restoration of my faith", Deucalion whispered nostalgically.
"Okay so do you have a plan for me or are you expecting me to accept your word and come up with my own?" Stiles asked with half hearted sarcasm. So far he could tell the man had been honest about everything and he didn't like it. If it was all true it was putting him in a horrible situation. Although admittedly it might be giving him just the push he needed to finally return home.
"I have information not a plan. I hear planning is one of your many talents after all, so I figure if I gave you all the information I had you could decide your own course of action", Deucalion said slowly.
"Right and why exactly are you doing all this? I don't doubt you since I can hear you heart beat is steady. So maybe you are doing this to save werewolf kind and maybe you are a man of vision like you said earlier but what do you get out of all this?" Stiles questioned the older man.
"Straight to the point, very well. I'm not doing this just for the safety of our species I do plan to get something out of this. Something only you can give me. I expect to form an alliance with the new alpha back. A bond of friendship, if you will. I made many enemies and though I am still the demon wolf I am not as invulnerable as I used to be. I want a new alpha pack that will offer me and my pack protection", Deucalion admitted.
Stiles sat and considered what the man was asking for carefully. "If I was to do this I would not guarantee your safety I could only offer to help you should the need arise. I won't be anyone's shield. Your enemies have their reasons I'm sure but I would endeavour to reason with them. Those are my terms either take them or leave them."
Stiles watched as the man chewed down on his lip angrily. "Very well I'll take them. You've indeed changed much, Stiles. To think you would drive me to accept such a hard bargain", the older wolf answered hesitantly. "Here is the information I offer you. An alpha pack should contain five members. Anymore and controlling your defensive instincts will become impossible. This is a mistake others who have tried failed to realise. Any less and the werewolf community will likely disregard your significance. As we've already discussed you are best sorted to be the head of such a pack whether you like it or not. I strongly advise including alpha Hale as his name is still widely respected due to his mother's reputation. Doing so will increase your influence over the other packs while giving you access to werewolf history and knowledge passed down through born werewolf families. That same reason about respect applies to alpha McCall. Being a true alpha many other alphas will look towards him and his pack for guidance. Also he will be seen as a sign of strength because of what he is. As to the other two I can only make suggestions. My personal opinion would be the young Mr Lahey that Derek turned and Cora Hale. I advise against letting Peter Hale regain alpha status again. I can recognise another power hungry tyrant when I see one and he most certainly fits the bill. In fact removal of him from the pack would be your wisest course of action."
"That sounds good in theory but what do you expect me to just walk up to Isaac and say hey you need to kill this guy and become an alpha so you can join my pack?" Stiles asked sarcastically. "And what about Cora?"
"Young Mr. Lahey is accompanying a certain Christopher Argent and mademoiselle Argent back to France for a hunter convention. It has come to my attention an alpha with a large pack numbering twenty odd plans to attack this convention. My suggestion would be to allow Mr. Lahey to kill the alpha of this pack while defending his girlfriend. I would also advise the Argents to relocate to Beacon Hills permanently for their own protection. They should get out of the hunter business as soon as possible.
"Wow, Isaac and Allison? Since when? I hope Scott wasn't too heartbroken", Stiles exclaimed before he became quiet again.
"As to the youngest of the Hales I think a little persuasion on your part could convince her to enact revenge for mistreatment of her brother on a certain alpha", Deucalion smiled his wolfish grin again.
"You want me to have Cora kill Kali", Stiles mused. He sat their silently thinking about it. He had to admit it sounded tempting. Scott may have this insane belief that killing was wrong that Stiles admired about him but he didn't fall for it. The world was not black and white. As Peter had said before there were often shades of grey. He didn't agree with Derek's psychotic uncle about much but he did on that. "I think I like that idea actually", Stiles smiled to the older wolf. "But still I know you believe everything you have told me to be true. I will need proof though, that things are as bad as you say because you are asking me for a lot and if I do this it wouldn't be for you. I will only do this if it is truly best for the fate of all werewolves."
Deucalion smiled again as he put his hand in his pocket and with grew out a handful of crystals that glowed. Placing them on the table he said, "You know what this are I take it?"
"Onyx crystals", Stiles muttered picking one up to look at it. "These are exceedingly rare."
"Do you know what they are used for?" Deucalion asked.
"They're use to store memories", Stiles whispered.
"Very good. All of these are glowing because they contain a memory. I collected them over the past two and a half years. Once I learnt of the destruction being caused by those naive enough to think themselved the new alpha pack, I went searching. These are the memories from the survivors", Deucalion told the younger wolf. "They also contain memories from werewolves that show evidence that territory wars have started to break out. The werewolf world has grown used to having an alpha pack. Fear of the alpha pack kept unruly alphas in line. With the loss of the alpha pack order among the packs has been destabilised."
"How long do I have before the attack on the Argents?" Stiles asked already knowing he would go and help them. The question in his head was; do I follow Deucalion's plan?
"If you wish to save them you would need to fly out tomorrow morning", the older man answered. One night to decide wasn't much but at least he had a few hours to consider it.
"I'll take a look at the crystals, watch the memories and get back to you tomorrow then. Where can I find you?" Stiles asked as he walked by the man he reached out and pocketed the dagger. Deucalion followed him to the shop door.
"Meet me at the airport by nine am if you decide to do this. Once you decide to do this though there can be no turning back so be certain you are sure", Deucalion warned him. Stiles nodded as he held the door for the man. "You know I regret not being able to turn you sooner. You will make a great leader because you're charismatic, you're loyal but most of all you have an unwavering determination. Tomorrow then", Deucalion smiled and left the shop.
Turning the sign to 'Closed' and locking the door Stiles retreated to his little room at the back and sank into his arm chair massaging his temples. He heard his boss Mr. Williams approach and sit himself down on the other side of the table. They sat there together in silence for a moment before his boss spoke. "Stiles please tell me what is happening? I get that guy and you have some bad history so please explain. I don't care you closed the shop all I care about right now is making sure you're okay."
Stiles smiled up at him. Mr. Gregory Williams really was the best boss Stiles could ever dream of having. He sighed as he launched into the conversation telling his boss the whole complicated mess he found himself in. He went into great detail to explain what Deucalion wanted from him and ended by asking his boss his opinion. As he ended his explanation he realised he had been talking for over an hour.
"Well Stiles I think you should trust your instincts. You said if the memories are as bad as he makes out then you feel it would be right to do what he asked. I agree if what he said is true you can't let it continue happening. And I agree with him that all three of you; Scott, Derek and yourself are ideal to be leaders of this new alpha pack because there is something very special about you. Not one of you asked for this power. You had the power given to you and you've cope with it extremely well. Those best suited to power are those who don't ask for it. They exercise extreme caution with it and keep themselves in control", Mr. Willaims said proudly. "If you decide to do this I want you to know you have my full encouragement and support. Don't worry about the shop I was beginning to think of retiring anyway. I'm not as young as I used to be. I'd like to enjoy life a little more while I have the chance."
Stiles smiled at his boss as the man rose to leave but not before he gave a comforting squeeze to Stiles' shoulder. Stiles sighed again as he turned his attention to the onyx crystals that sat on the table before him. Picking up the first of the thirteen crystals he summoned the words to release its contents and was engulfed by the captured memory.