Chapter 1

Scott's house

*Derek POV*

I looked at the other pack alpha who was pacing in circles around his living room. He was worried for Stiles health, even though they stitched up his wounds pretty well at the surgery last night. He needed to go to sleep and let someone else watch Stiles for a bit because the bags under his eyes were more present than his chin. And Aiden and Ethan would be able to watch Stiles for him. Jackson would be happy to be relieved of his 'watch Stiles' duty and the twins would entertain themselves.

"I've let Ethan and Aiden join my pack."

"You what?! Are you kidding me? You let them join your pack? Are you crazy Derek? They attacked us earlier last month!" Scott yelled at me angrily.

"Yes and they didn't want to. They are both loyal to their partners Lydia and Danny. Your pack members," I explained with a simple hand gesture to Scott.

"You are mistaken Derek, I don't have a pack," Scott yelled a little softer now.

"You do and you're too blind to see it. Packs can exist from non-werewolf members as well and all of them belong to your pack. Alison, Lydia, Jackson, Danny and of course Stiles and Stiles already knows this, that's why none of us died. Stiles knew that your pack would have your back just like my pack would have mine. He just didn't anticipate that Isaac would feel loyal to you and him as well, that is why Isaac was on the edge of dying yesterday," I explained irritated.

Before Scott could retort I continued.

"And the twins pulled him out of the way. They saved his life, so I owed them. They would've been killed by the hunters if they found out that they were omega's. This way I can control them."
Scott narrowed his eyes at the beginning of my speech but loosened when I said I can control them now.

"So what do you suggest?" he asked in a childlike voice.

"I can make them watch Stiles instead of you and Jackson, so you can heal and rest. And don't think for a second that I don't know that your still hurt on the inside," I growled and moved my eyes to his chest where four alpha claws had punctured his skin.

Scott moved his hands over the spot that seemed fine on the outside but was still slowly healing on the inside.

"Fine, I'll call Jackson that you'll be watching him. But I want you watching them for the first while! That is not up for discussion."

"Fine," I agreed.

I never thought he'd agree to it otherwise. When I turned around to jump out the window, I paused and turned back to face Scott.

"Get some rest," I barked at the young alpha, almost ordering him to take care of himself. I pointed my finger to him and then to his unslept bed.

He nodded and said nothing.

I jumped out of the window where the twins were waiting on the back seat of my Camaro. I stepped inside and drove to the hospital.

At the hospital

*Derek POV*

"What?" Jackson asked me defiant after sending the twins each a death glare.

"Don't push your luck, Jackson," I said while motioning the twins to stop growling.

When the growling stopped, Aiden huffed but neither of them spoke.

"Were here to take over from you, go home. We'll watch Stiles."

I could smell a small trace of dried blood on the inside of his foot and figured that he didn't even had the time to shower yet before getting here to take over from Scott and Alison.

"Finally. See you later losers," Jackson said while getting up and smirking devilishly at the twins.

Ethan snarled but I raised my hand and gestured them to sit down when I walked up to Stiles' bed. His smell was way off, completely drugged with all kinds of pain medication and sleep medication. I felt the urge to lick his wounds and take away his pain, but since he wasn't in my pack I wasn't able to do that without drawing questions to myself. I looked at all the wires going to his chest and all the fluids coming out and into his body and I felt anger rise inside of me. But then I heard a familiar heartbeat getting closer to the door of Stiles' private room and I turned at the door when Melissa McCall entered with some paperwork.

"Oh, hi there Derek. Are you… What are they doing here?" her voice sounded shrill and eyes widened at the twins and I could hear her heartbeat rise in a little anger but more importantly tons of fear.

The twins were obviously offended but stayed seated in their chairs.

"They are with me now," I said tonelessly neither happy or sad that they were in my pack now. We needed the muscle but we didn't like them.

"Okay, I don't know how your werewolf's rules work, but I will call the Sheriff if they put a toe out of line," she threatened. Her heart was still beating fast, obviously afraid but she stood there like she owned the place. I almost grinned but instead I nodded for the twins and said nothing. Melissa moved to Stiles' side and wrote down some numbers on the form she was holding. When she turned back to me, she furrowed her brows and walked passed me, stopping just before the door.

"How is your pack doing Derek? Scott told me that all of them got hurt," she spoke in a softer voice now.

"They'll live. Boyd is still sore but is completely healed, Erica is almost completely healed too and Isaac is far worse, but would've died if the twins didn't save him. I ordered Scott to get some sleep and when the twins behave, they'll take turns with friends of Scott's pack. Danny and Lydia," I clarified to the nurse.

She was silent for a while and looked back at Stiles.

"Do you think he needs the protection now? I mean, didn't you beat the alpha pack?" her voice was soft but I could hear her perfectly clear. At this mention the twins growled softly in approval of her words but it was too soft for human ears to hear it.

"The emissary from Deucalion, Morell, said during the battle and I quote literally: 'After the battle finishes, Stiles will be in more danger than all of you.' Now, the battle is over so he'll be in great danger, we're here to protect him from it," I explained to her.

I could feel the uneasiness roaming inside of me and I didn't like it. I didn't know what was coming and by the time the battle was finished, Stiles was already unconscious. Lydia is still trying to discover what it meant, but Lydia doesn't have a clue yet and Morell is unfindable even for my nose.

"Well, I don't think that his battle is finished yet," the nurse said softly, glancing one more time at Stiles and left the room.

Now I even felt more horrible. I tried to calm myself down and listened to his heartbeat a very slow *thump* sounded and I breathed more calmly after a while.

"But what if she's right? What if Morell didn't mean our battle but his battle," Aiden said thinking.

I felt the urge to hit something and snarled out loud. The twins moved up their shoulders, feeling my anger loud and clear. Why did Stiles have to get hurt? Why would he be so immensely stupid that he would actually go to the battle? He is fucking breakable because he is Stiles! Why in the hell did he get hurt?! We needed him to uncover this riddle Morell gave us otherwise he might die! I looked angry at Stiles and when I stepped closer to his bed I curled up my lips and bared my teeth suppressing the urge to howl in despair because I didn't know what to do. Then, I felt a hard push on my chest and took a few steps back not to fall backwards.

"That's close enough in that state. Back off Derek!" Ethan growled.

I wanted to move forward but to arms grabbed either of my upper arms, gripping me tightly. I tried to get loose but they pulled me the other way until I was pushed against the wall on the other side of the private room. Not that I'd resisted much when they pulled me back.

We were silent for a while and when my breathing calmed down, I looked at Stiles' scratched face I could feel the anger boiling up again. I wanted to punish the ones that hurt him, I wanted to punish them so hard that they were begging for death.

"Maybe you should go," Aiden suggested.

"Yeah, maybe you should. The only danger to Stiles here, is you Derek. You look like you want to cut out his throat. What did he ever do to you huh? You blame him for your sister's death? Is that it? Because your sister made her own choice defending you. There is no way Stiles could've anticipated or prevented that," said Ethan, sounding sincerely angry with me. I felt a stab near the region of my heart but the next words came too soon to actually let me feel it.

"Is that it?" Aiden asked when I didn't answer immediately after his brother spoke. The stab of the loss of Cora and the anger that someone hurt Stiles, coursed through my veins.

"I don't need to justify my thoughts or actions to you!" I snarled and shook their hands off of me with such force that they were thrown in Stiles direction and I immediately regretted my action. I didn't want to endanger Stiles by throwing two grown werewolves his way.

"Okay enough!" Aiden hissed imperative when he got back up and straightened his shirt.

"I'm calling Danny so that he can look after Stiles with us. You," Ethan waited for me to look at them but when I didn't, he grabbed my face forcibly and dug his nails into my cheeks forcing me to look at him. In a reaction I took his arm and dug my own nails into his arm, drawing blood almost instantly.

His face clouded only a little of pain, but he let go of me and opened his mouth: "Derek, you will go home and get some sleep. Aiden will call Boyd to tell him about this. You can't be alone with Stiles."

I tuned out after he continued and I thought back of the riddle we had to solve.

'After the battle finishes, Stiles will be in more danger than all of you.'

The words resounded in my head and I felt awful. Maybe I was the threat to Stiles. I made a vague sound of irritation and suddenly Stiles' left arm moved. It was just moving there, begging me to bite it! I automatically moved forward to see if he would wake up when two right hands were placed on my chest with force.

I looked at the twins who were blocking me from getting closer to the calm the urge to bite him. I had to move closer! I tried to move their hands off of me and walking forwards but the hands were still there. I could see them giving each other a weird look but I ignored it. I had to be close to the source. I needed to be close to the source. I wanted to bite Stiles so bad…

Later in the McCall Residence

*Derek POV*

When I woke up I felt a dull headache at the back of my head. My eyelids were too heavy to move up so I focussed on my smelling. The surroundings smelled like Scott's house but there were a lot more present than just Scott.

"He is waking up, Doc. Can you give him some sleeping medicine or something?" Scott's voice sounded.

"Maybe he will be fine now, if he will attack him again, I'll sedate him," the calming voice of Dr. Deaton sounded.

I opened my eyes and saw Scott and Alison sitting across from me, a severely beaten up Ethan sitting next to him and Danny sitting next to Ethan. Behind the couch Dr. Deaton, Boyd, Jackson and Erica were standing in a line also looking at me.

"What happened?" I asked when my eyes moved over Ethan's injured face and blooded shirt.

"You tried to attack Stiles. When Ethan got in your way you attacked him and then Aiden hit you in the head with the chair's metal leg. We called Scott's mother who gave you a sedative and after that Aiden called Lydia, who is with him in the hospital right now, and Scott and Boyd, who came to pick you up and brought you here," Ethan explained, only once grimacing when he moved.

"And do you know why I tried to attack Stiles?" I asked them as if I was explaining them that one plus one is two.

"We don't. At first you looked like you could cut out his throat and when Scott's mother left, you seemed a little dazed, like you were on drugs or something. Your heartbeat was a little higher than usual, your pupils were dilated and your nostrils were wide open as if you tried to smell everything in the room. Then your mouth began watering, your werewolf teeth came out and you looked like you wanted to bite him. You weren't even seeing us, you just wanted to get to Stiles."

I thought about that for a second when I remembered the way off smell of Stiles, heavily drugged. I could feel the urge to go back to Stiles and get close to him, to bite him.

My teeth lengthened and I moved my jaw, causing it to make a cracking sound.

"Doc, I think it's time for that sedative," Scott said quickly.

I tried to stand up which was working better than expected and I could feel the claws forming from my hands. Every motion seemed to happen slower than I wanted but I could at least walk to Stiles. I moved to the front door when hands closed around my arms and a stingy feeling came from my neck. I blinked three times when I felt my knees collapse beneath me. I was held up by the arms that held me and then my eyelids were again, too heavy to keep open.

*Isaac POV*

I felt my stomach growling in hunger. The smell of the lasagne filled the whole house and Scott had said that even I could take a plate and heat it up when he was back from his meeting with Dr. Deaton so that he could take over watching Derek. I felt bead for drugging my alpha but I couldn't let Stiles get hurt, not when Derek had no motivation to bite him or whatsoever. It felt unnatural to go against Derek's will, but I should in order to protect Stiles from Derek.

Every time that Derek had woken up, he had tried to get to Stiles. And every time we made him eat something with sleeping pills mashed up in it so he would get back to sleep again. Unfortunately, we couldn't sedate him forever. Lydia had agreed with Scott's mother to the fact that Stiles battle was surviving his injuries and not the battle we had all fought against the alpha pack. She also agreed to the fact that Derek tried to get close to Stiles to bite him was a threat to Stiles' survival. Even though Derek seemed to fit the picture of being a threat to Stiles, Lydia disagreed with him being the one Morell's riddle was about. To which Jackson had responded most sarcastically: "Great, Derek is trying to hurt Stiles and something else we know nothing of, is also trying to get to Stiles. What's so great about him anyway?"

That had caused a lot of uproar in both the packs and Jackson had, after a few punches, snarls and an order from Scott to never say that again, apologized quickly.

When I heard the front door open and the familiar heartbeat thudding excited, I knew Scott had good news. When Scott entered the guest room where Derek and I were in, Scott gave me a debatable look.

"What happened? What did you find out?" I asked while my stomach was growling in hunger.

"I'll tell you when the rest gets here. This is a group thing we have to discuss. You go downstairs and eat something," Scott said, smiling friendly.

I needn't be told twice and I ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Food, food, food!

*Scott POV*

When the twins entered behind Boyd, Isaac and Erica, we all sat down in the living room. Derek was dragged downstairs and sat down in the chair in the middle of the room. When I moved around I saw that everyone was here, except for Stiles of course, who was still at home in his bed, recovering from the attack.

"I've spoken to Deaton and he has a theory about why Derek is behaving this way, and a possible solution which would benefit all of us, I think," I said, looking at Alison a little longer than to the rest.

"What is the theory?" Alison asked me, blinking twice. I looked at her gorgeous eyes and took a deep breath. Her smell filled the room and I could only just stop the urge to step forward and kiss her neck, where the lovely smell came from. The past few days the urge to bite her neck had become stronger and stronger and even though Alison said that she didn't mind kissing me while I had my fangs, I think it would be different if I bit her. But I refocussed back to the subject at hand.

"That Derek somehow feels threatened. This could be by the ability to make plans, the fact that he has many capable friends, werewolves or not. This threatening feeling, whatever the cause, can be stopped by the two of them being in the same pack. Because then, he gains the ability he feels threatened by and so no longer feeling the urge to attack Stiles. But since Derek is the alpha, and I want Stiles in my pack no matter what… I think it could be a good idea that Derek and I fuse our packs. So that we become one big happy pack, no more rivalries," I explained.

When everyone started talking no one could hear what was said and when Alison had screamed silence, everyone looked back at me. I hated this part of being their leader. Maybe it was a good thing for us, for me. I needed to say something, but what?

"Why don't we all say if we agree of not?" I suggested.

Everyone nodded and I looked at Alison so she would start.

"I think that if you think it's best for this situation, then I agree." Blind trust. I felt my heart warming and sent her a wicked smile. I nodded and moved to Lydia, who sat next to Alison.

"I think this is a bad idea. Giving more power to Derek while he is in this state, I don't think this is a good decision. I say we bring Derek to Stiles and see what happens," Lydia said and somehow a jolt ran over my spine.

No one said anything and I nodded to Jackson.

"I don't care; I really don't want to be a part of this pack anyway. But since I'm stuck to it…" he was silent for half a second, furrowed his brows, tapped his chin thinking and said, "I still don't care."

Erica wanted to snarl at him but I raised my hand and pointed to Danny.

"I think it would be nice to fuse with Derek's pack, I think all of us are meant to be in one pack anyway so…" said Danny softly, looking to Ethan out the corner of his eyes.

"I agree," Ethan said directly after.

"Well, I don't buy that bullshit about belonging together," Aiden said rolling his eyes at his brother, "but I do believe that it is possible that we could help Stiles and Derek this way."

"I agree, if there is a possibility for us prevent Stiles from getting hurt by Derek, I think we should take it," Boyd said plain.

"I agree. Even though I enjoy irritating you Alison," Erica moved her eyes viciously at my Alison, to which I sent her a warning look and Boyd grabbing her arm to stop her midsentence, "I would like to think about the things we can accomplish together."

Erica's eyes moved up, smiling greatly and looking very evil, but to my utter surprise, Alison nodded and grinned. I blinked once to hide my surprise and looked at Isaac.

"I uh, I agree with Alison, if you think this is worth a shot, then it's worth it."

After a discussion about what was best, the most votes went to joining packs. So when Derek woke up about half an hour later, a few of him held him down and I explained to him that we needed to fuse the packs in order for him to feel better and see Stiles. When Derek finally agreed, a small tingling sensation moved through all of us. Our packs had joined.

*Derek POV*

When the tingling sensation moved through my veins I could feel the urge to bite and think of Stiles become less. Stiles' smell was still a printed vividly in my memory, but it didn't overpower the sensation I had now. This new feeling of actually experiencing a human pack member and even a banshee was feeling, oddly enough, more balanced. My voice was husky from the lack of talking the past few days and when I cleared my throat, they all looked at me expectantly.

"Do you still feel the urge to bite Stiles, or is it less?" Scott asked me suspicious.

"The urge is almost completely gone," I stated with my husky voice. This was true, but I had a feeling that it was only because I had this new sensation of feeling more people in my pack. And even though Scott was a beta in this pack, he still felt pretty powerful.
"He's not lying," Scott said loud and then they all released me.

"What do you want Derek?" Erica asked from behind me. She'd probably hope that I'd take her right here, because her arousal, that was most probably caused by my husky voice, was pretty distinctive in comparison to the rest of the smells. Not that the rest of the wolves knew how it smelled, the amateurs. But when I saw Aiden roll his eyes and Ethan smirking at me with one eyebrow raised I knew that they already knew. I ignored them and moved my tongue over my teeth. When my stomach started to make noises I took a deep breath in.

"I want food, I'm hungry. And after that I want to visit Stiles to see how he is doing. Is he already out of the hospital? Does our mother check up on him daily?" I asked Scott quickly.

Erica huffed, slightly offended and Isaac shot up from his seat and walked to the kitchen to get some food. I heard that the microwave was starting and I looked around the room. Aiden was playing with Lydia's hair, Lydia was smiling seductive at Aiden, Jackson turned away to face Boyd who offered to play a game of poker which Jackson happily accepted. I wanted to get up to the kitchen to ask what was taking so long when a huge smell of arousal and possessiveness filled the air. I turned back to the source at my side. Scott sat on the couch with Alison on his lap and when I saw his werewolf teeth, his fangs, aim for her neck…

"Scott! What do you think you are doing?!" I hissed angrily.

But it had no effect, it was like he didn't even hear me. I saw that his teeth were only half an inch away from her neck and then his teeth were around her neck. A loud moan escaped from Alison's throat and a new smell filled the air. All the werewolves looked up to the source of the smell. Isaac who came walking in with a questioning face and a plate of lasagne took a big sniff and looked at Scott as well.

"Scott, what the hell did you do! If her father finds out that... Wait a minute," I said, smelling the air again.

It didn't smell like a wolf bite; no this was completely different than a bite with the purpose of transforming. No this was a claiming bite. This was Scott claiming Alison as his mate. Wolves didn't claim often, because it was incredibly hard for wolves to find the right mate. In one family it happened only once if they were lucky.

Still, if the claim had been made, they didn't have to worry anymore for their chosen mates to be attracted to someone else, just like the wolf who claimed. It was like being in love for the rest of your life and when the claim was accepted, by a throaty sound from the bitten mate, the ceremony was done and it only needed to be consummated that same week.

From now on, Alison would probably smell just like Scott if she accepted his claim this week.

"What the hell happened?" Lydia asked, breaking the silence.

No one said anything and when all their heads turned to me, I grinned.

"You've officially witnessed a claim from Scott for Alison to be his mate."

Alison looked drugged, Scott looked a bit sheepish at Alison and Erica gulped. The twins grinned and Danny looked utterly shocked.

When everything quieted down and I explained what I knew, most of them went home. Alison, Scott and Isaac stayed here, but the twins joined me, they'd apparently driven in my Camaro, which I forbade them directly after I saw my car in the McCall's driveway. When I got home and the twins were fast asleep after an hour or two, I knew this was the only chance I got to speak with Stiles without anyone joining me or watching me. I snuck downstairs and ran through the woods. Finally, I could see how Stiles was doing.

On the way there I could feel the urge to bite him getting stronger and stronger.

Stillinski Residence

*Derek POV*

I soundlessly moved through the window that lead to Stiles' room. I bared my fangs, looked at the bed, expecting that Stiles would be sleeping in it when I found out that he wasn't there.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," a male voice sounded in the dark.

I turned back to the entrance of his room in high speed to see a pale bent Stiles standing in the doorway. He closed the door behind him and turned on the light by his bed, surpassing me. Then he lied down in his bed, pulling up the covers to his chest and looking at me expectantly.

I was unsure what I wanted to do. The sensation that moved through my veins, the sensation of a new pack member was mixed up with the urge to bite him. But he laid there so calm and didn't even look shocked when I arrived.

"How come you're not surprised that I'm here?" I asked him, curiousness taking over.

"Hmm, let me see. You couldn't visit me for the past few days because you wanted to rip out my throat and bite me and now, when our packs have joined, Scott tells me that you're completely fine and went home to sleep with the twins. And you probably drugged them somehow but nuh uh, I don't think so buddy. Scott might have believed that you've changed, but in my opinion, you had the urge to kill me so I don't think you'll give up on that so quickly. On top of that, you love throwing me into walls and threatening me to rip out my throat with your teeth so basically to kill me, so let's hear it then. But please make it quick, I need to rest," said Stiles, sounding tired.

I blinked.

How dare he make fun of this! I could kill him! He could be in immense danger with me being here with him right now and he is fucking kidding? He is making one big joke out of this? Yes, that seems like a good idea, poke and irritate the big werewolf who has trouble restraining himself from killing you! Does Stiles have a secret death wish or something? He needed to be serious about this!

I narrowed my eyes angrily and grabbed him by his pyjama shirt.

"If you don't stop messing around I'm gonna…"

"Wait!" Stiles almost shouted. Stiles was positioning his ears to the window as if he tried to hear something better that was coming from outside. I focussed my hearing but after a few seconds I didn't hear anything off except his heart thudding loudly.

"What?" I asked incredulous, afraid that he was messing with me.

"Wait. Let me guess, if I don't stop messing with you, you are going to rip my throat out with your teeth?" Stiles asked in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

I snarled and narrowed my eyes even more.

"I came here to see if you were okay, because I've been feeling guilty for the past few days. But apparently you are feeling better. I'll go now," I said in defeat, blurting everything out too honest.

Coming here was a big mistake.

"No wait. I do feel pretty crappy. I can't have any more meds against the pain and it's killing me, on the inside I mean," suddenly his voice sounded weak and his forehead was feeling rather cold. If he had a fever he needed to go to the hospital! I felt his forehead which felt a little cold, but nothing an extra blanket couldn't provide. I saw his hand cringe and when I moved my hand towards his, I could feel his immense pain. I grabbed hold of his hands strongly and took a lot of his pain away, so much that it was just bearable. I gasped for air and after a few seconds Stiles just grinned.

"Hey sourwolf, stop looking so sour."

"You try taking someone's pain instead then," I said breathily.

"No worries, I got plenty," Stiles' voice sounded weak.

After a while I could feel him shivering slightly and I walked to the cupboard in the corridor and took out the last blanket. When I placed it over his shivering body I shook my head at the cliché that was unfolding before me. Later on Stiles would get so cold that I would sacrifice myself and get into bed with him to warm him up. Then I would wake up in bed with Stiles when his father comes home the next morning. But that is not going to happen.

"He Derek?" Stiles sleepy voice asked.

"Yes Stiles?" I could only just control my own voice to make it sound normal but the tension was too palpable for my liking. I needed to get out of here.

"I know you can hurt me and sometimes you do, like the time when you threw my head into the steering wheel… Anyway getting of track here, what I mean to say is that I trust you, even though you throw me against the wall sometimes. In some fantasies that might even be hot, but you know what I mean."

I shook my head. I really didn't but Stiles didn't see it because his eyes were closed.

"Hey," he said sleepy when I didn't respond.

"Yes?" I couldn't believe that I wasn't leaving. Why wasn't I leaving?

"I like that we are pack now," he murmured.

His calmed down heart didn't rise in beat, didn't skip, just kept on thudding the right calm rhythm.

"I like that too," I said before I could stop myself.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna join me? I'm cold," he murmured again.

My heart broke. I was going to say no to this cliché, I really was.

"Hey sourwolf, get your butt in the bed, and take off your belt, it's so cold," he said, sounding a little less sleepy now.

"Stiles, I still have the urge to bite you. I think I should go…" I said, feeling all kinds of stuff mixed up inside of me.

"Bites, smites. If you wanted to bite me, you would've done so a long time ago. And maybe you're just low on Stiles smell, maybe you need to fill her up. Maybe you've just been away for too long because your wolf has gotten quite accustomed to see me every evening after school to plan the alpha battle and dropping off Isaac? And if you don't step into bed I'll get worried and miss my sleep, then I'll heal slower and I have you to blame for that," he said sounding really pleased with himself.

I knew that everything he was saying could be debated about, but I really couldn't remember when I was undoing my belt and putting off my shoes. I stepped into bed next to him and let my senses enjoy the lovely smell of Stiles' room. As soon as he would be asleep, I would get out of bed and call the twins to watch him, but for now I didn't want to argue with Stiles' logic because it had saved our butts one too many times to stop now. I turned off the light and turned around to face Stiles.

When a cold breeze entered through the window, Stiles shuddered and moved closer to me. I felt like pushing him away and pulling him closer, so after a long internal discussion I had decided. I wouldn't do anything.

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