"What the hell?" Stiles was being slung over the alpha wolfs shoulder once again, and seriously, they will figure out this whole 'ask before picking someone up' thing. Seriously, rude! Stiles said that last bit out loud but no one seemed to noticed as they were racing through the forest top speed towards the house, that's filled with people. Potentially dangerous people that would kill them, fantastic.

The world came to an abrupt halt just out side the clearing at the edge of the forest. Everyone's eyes were glowing brightly, their faces were normal though and only Erica still had her claws out. They all put their noses to the air and the tension dropped away completely. Eyes returning to normal, muscles relaxing. A snort from Jackson who seemed to find the whole situation amusing. Stiles still had no idea what the hell was going on. Derek set him down and he looked over the clearing at the front of the Hale house.

There were about 7 or so cars out front parked haphazardly in the grass. The house still looked run down at best, they had redone the walls and painted the house a hideously bare white. It was a work in progress though. The windows were illuminated by the inside lights, some of which were apparently multi-colored…huh? They started off across the clearing to the house, whatever it was, it apparently wasn't dangerous.

As they got closer Stiles noticed a few things. The first was the faint smell of cheap perfume and cologne hanging in the air, and if it was this obvious to him then the wolves must be choking on it. The second thing he noticed was the noise. It was actually music, a steady rhythm was coming from the house that sounded hauntingly familiar, he just couldn't place it. They all climbed the steps, he was still to shocked from the rushed pace of it all to ask what was going on. Of course that didn't matter once the door swung open.

"Well, if it isn't the hot broody wolf and his pack of tasty little pups. Oh and the sexy researcher." That voice Stiles knew, and the face too. It belonged to Missy, one of the drag queens he when they were staking out the gay club, also one of the few he invited to Lydia's party. And here she was, hanging out the door in all her drag glory, which currently consisted of sequence, lots of it and a large pink feather boa. All topped off with a curly brunette wig and enough makeup to outshine cover girls everywhere.

"Well, pick up your jaws, aren't you coming in?" She piqued.

"Uh, yeah sure…lets go" Derek said, motioning to the rest of them to fallow him inside, apparently he was just as shocked as the rest of them.

The inside of the house was, well, it kinda reminded Stiles of the club. Ok, it looked exactly like the club. The walls were decorated with various flashing patterns and colors from the projector hanging from the ceiling, there were people everywhere, mostly guys but a few girls here and there too. Not to mention the rest of the queens. There was a table against the wall in the living room with snacks and refreshments. There were 2 guys making out on the couch and 2 girls doing the same in the corner. It seemed like everyone was enjoying themselves. The pack continued through the house and out back where the finally found Peter.

He was sitting in a large blowup hot tub with a few guys(REALLY hot guys.) He had a margarita in one hand with his other slung over the edge of the hot tub, sunglasses covering his eyes.

What the fuck is going on here?

Those were Derek's exact words. He was growling now, barely keeping his transformation in check, Stiles could see it rippling under his skin, causing his muscles to flex uncontrollably.

"What does it look like? It's a party." Peter replied with a smirk. At the same time he motioned for the other guys to leave them, and they did, though not before peter slapped his hand against one the guys ass(thankfully they were all wearing bathing suits).

"Obviously, but WHY is it here?!" Now Derek's eyes were red and his skin stopped rippling claws flexing in and out as he clenched and unclenched his fist.

"I told you I would be visiting with some friends" Peter said innocently. "Besides, what fun is it if you get to have him" he points to Stiles "and I don't get anything" now his mouth was twisted into a smirk but he looked a little hesitant to say anything else. After all, Derek was still much more powerful then him.

"Whatever, fine, but you need to get these people out of here before they do something stupid." It came as a command, his features returned to normal though and he looked a lot calmer.

"Now, that's no way to treat your welcome home party is it? Besides, these are our guests and I'm sure your betas wouldn't mind a little partying." A sly smile splayed across his face as he looked from Derek to the rest of the pack. Derek jerked his head in their direction with a look of questioning on his face.

"Well?" he asked.

"I wouldn't mind a little party I suppose" came Erica's reply.
"Ditto"
"Oh yeah, let do this!" the replies of agreement piled in.

Finally he looked to Stiles, raising an eyebrow.

"Come on Derek, it's just a little party, it will be fun, you'll see." He wrapped his arm around the older mans neck and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"I guess it's unanimous then" Derek said with a smile, it was all teeth. Stiles was going to pay for this later, he was going to pay for it SO good.

I bring you Sassy!Peter. Because i couldn't bring myself to have him dead again but ill be damned if i don't make him the creepiest/sexiest undead uncle werewolf EVER! So, we are now leading on the Slash Poll, which means, as promised, le sexy times. It probably won't be next chapter but after that, more then likely. Hell, might not even be just Sterek. Also, i realize i may have dropped a few odd hints here and there in this chapter, i will explain them.