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I do not own Criminal Minds and they are still the same warnings as perusal!

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"Finally!" Lucas sighed, flopping on the couch in the living room. Mason was sitting on the floor, laying out the blankets for the night.

"I like them," Was Mason reply when the team left the house and "You like everybody," was Lucas's reply each time Mason said that.

"You guys will have to sleep out here until we can get some more beds," Reid shouted to them and Ethan walked into the kitchen, where Reid was cleaning up. Reid could hear the mumblings of something along the lines of 'Why does Delilah get to sleep in a bed?'

"You do know what's happened, right?" Ethan asked, leaning against the counter.

"What do you mean?" Reid asked, confused at the question but more to wanting to know what Ethan was talking about. Reid felt like he had knowing these people his whole life, he had never been able to connect with people this way when only knowing them for a few days. It was weird for him.

"Spencer, you just killed an alpha, you do know what happens right?" Ethan leaned to Reid, as Reid scrunched his face at Ethan not quite understanding where he was going with this.

"Ethan, what are you talking about?" Reid asked, stopping what he was doing and turning his full attention to Ethan.

"Reid, you're an alpha now and we're your pack," Reid's eyes widen, he was shocked but at the same time he felt like he knew all along. It would explain why he called them a pack and why he felt the way he did but honestly did he want this. He didn't want to be a werewolf in the first place but now he was an alpha and now he had even more responsibilities. Now he didn't even have a choice in the matter.

"He's just down the corridor, he's in a very fragile condition, so please don't try to wake him," The doctor warned the young man who gave a very understanding smile and nodded in response.

"Of course," A charming voice came from his tongue easily and the doctor instantly was won over, if he wasn't already, "I wouldn't want to cause Damian anymore distress," The doctor smiled at him.

"If there is anything you need, just let us know," The doctor offered him and the man gave a very considerate face.

"I don't think that will be necessary but thank you, for everything," The man said with a sincere tone and the doctor nodded before walking off to his other duties. The man instantly lost his nice features and they turned into a feral snarl as he walked down the corridor looking at each room number before coming to a final stop. He opened the door and walked in, staring down at the limp body under the hospital sheets. His face looked at Damian with hard eyes and a nasty grin.

"Look at you," The man whispered, as if having a conversation with Damian, "You look a little worse for wear but don't worry those wounds will heal in time of course," The man ran his fingers up the hospital sheets, to Damian's shoulders and around to Damian's neck. Placing each of his fingers in motion around Damian's neck, his hand tensed almost putting pressure on Damian's neck before pulling away in a hesitating motion, "If only," The man mumbled.

"See you soon," The man said, before heading to the door, "Brother," The headed out of the hospital his mind set on his one goal. Revenge.

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