Derek wanted them out of the damn motel area, and he wanted his pack safe back at the mansion. When Stiles was awake enough to crow - Derek would tell him that he was glad that Stiles had convinced him about rebuilding the mansion; the pack needed a place that was theirs. It was an even better idea to make the house something completely new as then Derek and Peter weren't living in a mausoleum. Still he had more immediate concerns, his mate was asleep in his arms exhausted, and the pack was only slowly awakening.

Scott looked dopey and confused but Derek could still hear Stiles' voice in his head. "Yes well he's Scott and you don't kick puppies."

He looked up at Derek without a hint of his usual defiance, "What happened?"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "Stiles saved your asses like per usual."

They all looked fondly at the napping Emissary who was sleeping soundly in his mate's arms. Stiles wouldn't have cared, he trusted Derek to see him safe and that meant more to Derek than any other part of the whole situation. "Why are we friends with the scary Alpha?"

All looked uncomfortable, and what Derek wouldn't give for having Peter and Brian with him, but there needed to be someone who stayed behind. And out of all the wolves he could rely on Peter's instinct for self-preservation and protecting what was his, namely Brian and the pack. "We came to an agreement, even with Stiles half asleep he can be bossy."

Scott smiled fondly as this wasn't the first time that his natural pushiness and sheer determination had saved the pack. "What did he do?"

Deucalion was the one to answer, "It seems that Alpha Verone led us astray and this is more than a capable pack."

The girls nodded. "We work," was all Erica had to say and it summed it up quite nicely.

Deucalion nodded, "Your Emissary has suggested that we team up to deal with the Darach in return for us leaving town."

Lydia agreed with Stiles and Derek, while it was not ideal this was the most prudent course of action, and would be the best way to see their town free of foreign supernatural elements. "Makes sense, you need Stiles don't you."

She finished astutely looking at him even if he couldn't see him doing it; he did however seem to sense her.

Deucalion wondered how on earth the Hale boy, who was never meant to be an Alpha had unwittingly created such a strong pack. The girl was quick and if his sense of smell didn't deceive him - a banshee. "The Hale Emissary would be the only one who would be able to stand up to her at the moment."

She narrowed her eyes, he was being oddly specific, "You know who it is?"

Derek was interested in hearing this too, as he had a feeling that Beacon Hills was the battlefield for an old feud. "Who is she?"

Deucalion shrugged and unerringly bent down to stroke the cheek of Ethan, who was waking. Derek didn't like how close the very breakable Danny was to the other group's Alpha, but Deucalion was focussing on the Alpha in Danny's lap. "How are you Pup?"

Danny looked up at the group very confused. He'd raced to the grove a little later than the others in time to see Stiles' impressive light show end and see Ethan collapsed on the ground. He'd not understood the instinct but he'd raced over to his fallen lover. He'd wanted to cradle him and protect him until he could fight for himself. Ethan awoke slowly, "What happened and how is Aiden?"

Derek noticed Deucalion's smirk, "Well he doesn't have access to his mate so healing slowly."

Ethan looked worried knowing that Deucalion had planned to turn this pack inside out. He didn't want to fight his pack, but he couldn't see his mate hurt. He hoped that Deucalion could understand that, but somehow he doubted that his Alpha would see reason. "Well heal up; we will need all of us at top strength."

That was as close to a benediction as Deucalion could manage; it was not like he was the caring nurturing Alpha, and if he tried to be his pack would probably drop down in shock. "We need to get the pups back to the hotel."

Derek nodded; maintaining a presence amongst the humans was annoying despite the protection he knew that it could afford him. "Yeah, the coach can be a bit annoying but don't eat him."

Danny's sense of humour was returning now that he knew that the pack would be okay, "Yeah coach would give you indigestion."

Aiden woke spluttering, wondering what the hell was going on, and making a mental note to convince his Alpha that it would be a really bad idea to go after this pack because the Alpha's mate would probably destroy them on the principal of the matter. Aiden respected power and could admit to healthy, but entirely sensible fear of his Alpha. However he could honestly say that the human Alpha mate that had disgusted him so much earlier was probably the scariest mofo he'd met. He never used his power for anything but to protect and he was fierce and immediate in his responses.

"Who do I need to kill?" Was Aiden's opening question and he felt dealt with the situation.

Deucalion laughed at that pragmatic response, "Relax pup once we are all back in town I'll explain."

All the wolves were eager to hear this story. As the Pack members who were awake all carried those still asleep. Danny froze a second as they helped a still woozy Aiden, "What do we say if the coach sees us?"

Derek hummed, and snickered, "Does he still go on about sexual perversions?"

"Oh yeah." Came the chorused response; it was kind of sad that he didn't have new material Derek thought.

"In that case just say sexual perversions."

Erica laughed in delight at that response, "Stiles is such a bad influence on you."

Derek looked down at his sleeping mate and couldn't help but smile fondly. He was an influence that was for sure - whether it was positive or not remained to be seen.

Stiles found the trip back far worse than the trip to the motel ironically. There was information to be had from the self-proclaimed 'Demon Wolf'

Stiles was so glad to see his Dad, and knew that it would be kind of mean not to say hello. It was tough this last year splitting his time between his Dad and Derek. He made sure that his Dad ate right but was leaving more and more of that to Mrs McCall, who if Stiles was right would be the new Mrs Stilinski before too much longer. He knew his Dad was nervous but Stiles knew that his mom would want his Dad to be happy. He was pleased as Scott would be his brother legally and his Dad would be happy both were in the win column to him.

"Too bad about the meet kiddo," was all he said, but the smirk let Stiles know exactly what his Dad was thinking.

Stiles just flopped on the counter letting some of his tiredness show, "The meet I could handle. The Darach following us was not so fun."

His Dad froze mid drink; he'd been hoping that the lack of murders/kidnaps meant that the entity had moved on. "You all okay?"

Stiles nodded wondering where to start, "Well it started with the Alpha pack who police the wolves coming to town …"

Stiles realised as he vented that there was a reason that his Dad was such a great investigator, and that there as a reason why he loved his Dad. After dinner, when he headed over to Derek's he felt so much lighter. It was for the best, as he would need his wits and energy to fight the upcoming battle. His Dad had grumbled through the veggie burger but Stiles didn't care because if his Dad was around to moan at him then it was a win-win.

He jumped into his car and raced baby over to the pack house. He could feel the tension in his lover and mate and wanted to be there to help ease it in any way he could. He knew the idea of meeting with Deucalion would rankle with Derek so they'd settled on meeting the Alpha pack on grass out the back of the mansion. Thankfully it was the summer and the back of the pack House had a massive area squared off for lazing outside.

Stiles walked through the door using his key; grinning, as all the pack came up to him, scenting him. He didn't mind after the trip to hotel hell, and then knowing that the other pack who up until yesterday had been trying to harm them - well it was not like Stiles could blame them. He grinned, "Kids put me down I need to go and see your Dad."

He looked up and sure enough there was the Dad of the Pack. Derek was looking unfairly adorable right now, and Stiles wanted to be serious. Still this was a pack moment and one that they could treasure, but clearly Derek's tolerance was at an end and a low growl had the pups flying in all directions. Stiles shook his head, "They're needy and you knew that dear."

Derek pulled him in close scenting him, but that was too simplistic. Derek was a like a living octopus and Stiles wanted to make a comment about not being a chew toy. The only thing stopping him; was that he knew that it was Derek's instincts that were making him do this, and the last thing he'd ever do is make Derek feel bad about his wolf. Kate had really done a number on his mate in that regard; sometimes he privately thought that Peter had killed her too quickly. He never voiced those opinions because he was meant to the protective one; not the blood thirsty one.

"How long until Demon Daddy and his pack are here?" He asked plainly.

The betas loved Stiles' way with words and Derek just gave him a look as if to say, "Really?"

Stiles blew him off with a kiss to the cheek so that he could start to prepare food for two packs. He knew the protocol of visiting packs, and he would not be remiss in his duties as the Alpha's mate, or Hale Emissary. He was on his best behaviour and everything – he added no poison to the brownies or anything.

The knock on the door was answered by Derek but Stiles was standing by his side like he needed to be. "Welcome to our Land."

Kali was staying back and Stiles couldn't help but notice the way she stroked her stomach. He noted that a few of the betas had smiled at that as well, still it was time for him to play his role. "Please we've prepared food. I felt it was best that we talk in the backyard." He stopped there and smiled feeling more like a 50's housewife; he couldn't help but add, "That way no one can feel hemmed in."

Kali wasn't moving from behind Deucalion and Stiles had to be on his best behaviour not to make careless moves with his hands - he'd bet good money that she would flinch if he did. Stiles was being good - he really was, which meant that all he did was share evil grins with Peter and Brian.

He did his best Martha Stewart impression bringing out enough food for all and sundry. The wolves perked up at the food on offer and Stiles had cooked double what he'd normally cook. He made sure that Deucalion was offered first food, as traditions dictated and bit back a sigh at the way Derek wouldn't eat until he had. It was wolf pack traditions and as Derek's mate; Derek would not be able to eat until he'd shown that he was a good provider for his mate.

The pack's sat on opposite sides of the long wooden table. It was tense but they needed to have a frank conversation where they put all the cards on the table. At the very least Stiles needed more on this Darach; it wasn't a lot to work on - bad druid who likes to play with the darker side of magic. What would be way more useful in the grand scheme of things as far as Stiles was concerned was a who? A why? And how can I kill it?

Deucalion took the initiative, "Your town has been invaded by an Old Emissary she didn't take too kindly to being abjured."

Stiles and Derek perked up because it didn't take a genius to work out what the issue was. "She was your Emissary?"

Deucalion nodded, "Yes, but I found out that she was practicing black arts and I didn't need an unstable Emissary."

The worst part of it was that was perfectly logical and normal. The Emissary was meant to be able to balance and tether the pack to humanity but if they were insane - then it wouldn't work. "I see and what was she called."

"Jennifer Blake."

The teens all stopped eating at the same time, as they computed that the English teacher was a homicidal, sacrificing druid who'd already killed one of her students. "The English teacher!"

Scott looked aggrieved at the idea of one of the teachers could be so bad. It went against his world order of good and evil; and sadly not even being a werewolf had helped change him to something that was a little less naive and a little more cynical. Stiles would always adore Scott but they were times where he kind of wished that his friend was a little more suspicious.

Stiles was going to have words with his Dad. She was a menace and he knew that with the right magic and no trouble with the human law she would be able to clear a background check. Still if he could plant seeds and better yet find evidence of her misdeeds it should be enough to see her suspended from school if not outright fired. There was one small good piece of news - now that they know about her they can plan accordingly, oh and make sure that they are never alone with her.

"I'll have a word with Dad see if we can't make her life difficult at work."

Kali spoke up, "There is the question of power, she will know about your mage and she'll want more power knowing that she won't be able to face him."

Isaac looked adorably confused, "So Miss Blake is a bad Deaton."

The pack nodded and Stiles knew that he would be having a frustratingly vague conversation with the Druid in the near future. Stiles was already trying to figure out how to phrase it so that he would actually get the help. Still he figured the fact that she was trying to kill the residents of Beacon Hills, and was meant to be one of them had to count for something.

"That is pretty much it yeah."

Derek rolls his eyes, "So we work together and then you leave?"

Deucalion nods, "Yes it is clear that your pack is stable and you're following the laws even if it is unconventional."

The Alpha's behind him looked like they wanted to object but had to remember the Hale emissary had saved two of their lives and handed their Beta her ass in a fight. It encouraged them to hold their tongues; after all fear was not respect, but it was a currency that they understood.

Peter could breathe a little easier, Deucalion was a lot like him - a slippery bugger but he kept his word.

Derek took control, "Let us gather resources and return here tomorrow and we will form a plan of attack."

The Alpha's were only too happy to get the hell out of there. The whole land reeked of the Hale pack and they felt like they were intruding, which was not something that the Alphas were used too. It spoke of a strong pack and there was nothing an Alpha liked more than feeling like they didn't deserve to be somewhere.

Stiles had to give a warning as both he and Lydia were sharing a bad feeling, "Keep your Emissary safe Alpha."

Deucalion cocked his head to the side, "Yes I suppose it would be prudent to take into account jealously."

The Hale pack did not truly relax until they could smell the scents disappear off the preserve. The mated couples took one look at each other and all headed for their own private areas - it was for the best; otherwise they all bitched about being exhibitionists.

Stiles was really glad that he'd spent the last few hours with his mate as now he had to go and talk to Deaton. Now on a good day you'd get a vague answer, but on a bad day you'd end up with a headache.

The Vet's office was empty as it was nearly closing hour which usually meant that the supernatural elements of town came to the vet. Stiles was one of the visitors that were tolerated, or, at least not left so frustrated that they wanted to scream.

"How are you Mr Stilinski?" Alan asked cordially.

Stiles shrugged, he'd been doing well until the Alpha pack had rolled into town. "Not too bad. Deucalion is a pain in my ass and I could do without his Ex-emissary killing people in order to have enough power to kill him."

Deaton look wad for a brief moment in that blink and you'll miss it way. "I see and Deucalion confirmed it."

Stiles nodded, "I recognised the power ritual for what it was but I didn't know who."

Deaton paused at that little bit if information because if Stiles knew that Deucalion had either had a massive change of heart, or, been very scared. Stiles hadn't mentioned his little showdown with Kali, but Marin had told him when she'd come to him asking what was the likelihood her pack would survive a run-in with Stiles and Alpha Hale.

Her eyes had bulged wide when he'd told her that none of them were in Stiles league, especially as he could literally will the Earth to do what he wanted without any serious spells when the mood took him, say for example, to protect his mate or pack being taken. She just promised to take back his opinion to her Alpha.

Deaton prompted the teen, who seemed to be taking more than just the magic lessons to heart - he was picking up his reticence for talking, "Who is it?"

"The old Emissary Jennifer Blake." Stiles answered not seeing the benefit of withholding the information.

Alan sucked in a breath, as this was very bad news, and also he didn't like the fact his former student was back in town. Sure he'd heard the name but assumed that she was just someone with the same news especially as she had not been in town for twenty years and her stay had ended badly. It was abhorrent what she'd done with her power. The last thing he wanted to do was harm another individual, and especially a Druid, but she was no longer a Druid. She was a Darach - she'd gone to the dark side - she was a like a perverted mirror image. "I see then we will need a plan as we will have to bind her powers."

Stiles was shocked but smart enough not to voice his opinion. It spoke volumes that Deaton was willing to get his hands dirty so to speak.

Still it had the makings of being the starting of a plan; he knew that they didn't have long before it all came crashing down.