"What?" Scott asked.

"You heard me. You're going to kill them." Deucalion said with a smirk on his face.

"I'm not going to kill them," Scott said defiantly.

"Fair enough," Deucalion responded, his hand still tightly wrapped around Melissa's throat. "It is your choice after all," and began to lift his mom up and over the edge of the catwalk.

"Stop, wait!" Scott screamed.

Deucalion halted, Melissa hanging from his grip. "I told you Scott: do as we say and she will be given back to you. You've chosen not to, so she dies. What kind of leader would I be if I did not keep to my word?"

"Why do I have to do this?" Scott asked through gritted teeth. "Why kill them? Why me?"

Derek gave up his attempt to free himself and was staring at Scott. They all were; everyone beside Stiles. He was still frantically pulling at his chains.

"We need another Alpha," Deucalion said as if it were obvious.

"But I thought to become an Alpha a Beta has to kill an Alpha," Scott asked.

"True," Deucalion replied. "And we have one, right there, served up for you." Deucalion gestured toward Derek.

"Then why are the others here?" Scott asked, confused.

"Because, when you become an Alpha you'll need to be stronger. You're going to kill your pack."

No, Isaac thought. They can't make him do this. Derek was still only staring at Scott, unmoving. Boyd began so squirm in his chains.

"Why's Stiles here, then?" Scott asked. "He's not a werewolf."

Stiles stopped moving when he heard his name.

"I'm well aware of that," Deucalion said. "He's here because, well, I think we'll all be glad of ridding the world of this walking headache." The Alphas laughed.

Stiles gave Deucalion a look.

I can understand that, Isaac thought.

Isaac could see that Scott was incredibly conflicted. I need to help him.

"Hurry up. I'm getting bored," said Kali, rolling her eyes. She was standing next to the twins behind the poles.

"Well, what is your choice?" Deucalion asked. "Will you kill Derek, and become the Alpha he never was?"

Isaac could see the wheels turning in Scott's mind. Please have a plan.

Just then Isaac saw Scott look down at something behind him. It was quick but Isaac thought he saw a quick smile.

Scott looked back up at Deucalion. "Let my mom go and I'll do it."

Stiles looked at Scott with a betrayed look and a muffled sound.

You idiot. He has a plan, can't you tell? Isaac thought.

Derek was still motionless and quiet. Boyd began to thrash wildly. So much so that he almost broke the chains before Kali came up behind him in an instant and grabbed his throat. With one quick motion she ripped open his throat, spraying blood everywhere and Boyd went limp. Melissa screamed in Deucalion's grip.

"No!" Scott yelled. "Why did you do that?"

"Well we couldn't have him getting free. He might've gotten away." Kali said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Scott was in shock and Stiles looked as though he was about to faint.

Isaac's right side was covered in blood, matting his hair to his head. He couldn't look at Boyd, lifeless next to him.

"Kali, let's try to limit the killing, shall we?" Deucalion said. "We need as many as wolves as we can get."

"Of course," Kali said and returned to her spot next to the twins. Ennis, the bald one, came up and handed her a piece of cloth to clean her hand.

Scott was still looking at Boyd. Oh God, Scott.

After a few moments Scott looked back up at Deucalion, his brow furrowed in anger.

"That was unfortunate," Deucalion said as he released Melissa. She ran down the steps at the end of the catwalk to her son and hugged him. They both looked back at Deucalion. "There, you have your mother back. Now do as you said and join us."

Scott looked at Isaac. I know you won't hurt me, Scott.

"No," Scott said and in an instant he was transforming. His claws came out and his teeth sharpened into fangs. Melissa ran for cover behind a crate.

"So be it," Deucalion said. "Kill them all." He said to his pack.

Isaac could hear them transform and growling with rage.

Before anything could happen, Isaac heard a loud crash as every door to the warehouse flew open and people came flooding in. Isaac recognized Chris Argent coming through the door Scott entered from. He was holding an assault rifle. Hunters.

They opened fire.