Chapter 2

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Derek:

I looked down at the scrawny kid before me. He had apparently killed his whole pack all in the name of power and that angered me… so when he wanted to be let go of course I did and maybe with a little excess force… sue me. What he did was above wrong… it disgusts me. All I wanted was for my family to be alive and this… this kid just offs his whole pack?

I could tell my pack was equally as disgusted with his actions, I could smell it on each and every one of them and Peter was fuming with anger and disgust. At this moment I couldn't blame him. Chris wasn't lying; his heart never wavered or stuttered in the slightest and he wasn't the type just to go after someone strictly because they were supernatural. He lived by the code, which was more than I could say about most hunters today, and was respected among us. He had helped me and my pack more than I cared to mention.

When I saw him get up I couldn't help but be surprised, he was very weak and yet he still managed to get to his feet. I saw his claws and fangs coming out as his legs shook. His eyes though were a different story, he was weak and so they kept going from glowing to his normal brown. He shouldn't even be standing in that condition, and for some reason that gave me satisfaction. The power he took would be for nothing once he died and I almost wished I would've given him to the Argents. Stiles, if that really was his name, deserved whatever he was given.

Stiles fell to his knees and bowed his head, a sign of submission to the pack. The boy probably realized that even with alpha status he couldn't take on seven wolves, a hunter, a hunter in training, and a trained alpha.

"What should we do with him… he is a danger." Isaac piped up and my uncle growled deep in his chest. He has come a long way since he killed Laura and since coming back from the dead. The fire did its damage and he went insane… I can't blame him. Being revived has caused him to go back to the way he was… mostly. Peter began to take a step forward but was stopped as stiles fell to the ground with a loud thump. He tried to get to the teenager but my arm came out to stop him. His heart was still pounding so he was alive, just passed out from exhaustion.

"Derek we can't just kill him. We don't do that. Remember we aren't killers." Scott said with certainty. He didn't want to hurt anyone. "Besides we would be just as bad as him." He finished with a frown and looked at the boy in question.

"Why not? He killed his whole pack?! He deserves to die." Jackson all but shouted. He was angry and I knew why. He lost his family, sure he was adopted and to a great family but it wasn't the same. Right now he and peter were probably on the same page.

In fact I'm sure everyone in my pack could feel a bit of his anger. Each member had lost someone important to them in ways they couldn't have prevented or helped and they felt the pain of that everyday…

"What are we going to do? He can't just go walking around Derek." Danny replied calmly, as if we weren't talking about the possible murder of a kid his age. I looked hard into the sleeping boys figure and for a brief moment he looked harmless. This stiles character didn't look as if he had just murdered his family. I swallowed and tried to think as the pack battled it out about what to do.

"Silence." I said simply before digging in my pocket and grabbing my keys.

"Scott I'm going to go get my car, help me lug him there. We need to go to Deaton's. Everyone else follow." My alpha voice made an appearance and they instantly knew not to argue. Certain members looked as if they might but a quick glare silenced them. I wanted to kill him, people who killed for power deserve to die and those who killed their pack even more so, but as Scott said we are not killers. I won't let my anger and hatred get the better of me… not this time.

That would make me no better than Kate.

Stiles:

When I first woke up I instantly knew two things; first was that I was I was shirtless, and second that something was very, very wrong. My whole body was in pain from top to bottom but I hadn't really eaten in days so that wasn't new but the fact that my left hand was in handcuffs strapped to the metal table I seemed to be in was. I pulled at it a few times but it didn't waver. It wouldn't come off!

I peeled back my eyes and my body went rigid. I shot up on the cold metal table, my whole body seemed to creek in pain but I didn't care, these cuffs wouldn't come off. Even with my current state I should be able to bust out of these cuffs no problem but they wouldn't budge! I swung my legs over and quickly planted my feet onto the ground as soon as I was upright I felt a wave of nausea hit. I hunched over and grabbed my abdomen, trying to rid myself of the queasy feeling. Once I could at least stand without the feeling that I would vomit, I pulled and tugged the cuffs. My heart started to speed up and my breaths became shorter and shallow.

Panic seemed to erupt in my chest and my legs began to quake.

Come off, come off, COME OFF! Why the hell won't you come off! I am an alpha dammit.

I began to look around the room, trying to find some way out of this situation until my legs finally gave out and I sunk to the floor. I began to push myself into the table and tried to get my claws to come out only they wouldn't budge. I couldn't feel my wolf! I couldn't feel anything!

What the hell happened?!

Of course that did nothing but raise my thrumming heartbeat and make my throat close up.

"What the hell is going on in here?" a strikingly familiar voice said but I couldn't place it over me dying at the moment… well at least it felt as if I were about to die. Although would that be such a bad thing? I had no clue where I was at, I was handcuffed to a table, oh yeah and a batshit crazy bitch that killed my whole family was after me. Why not just die, not like I have anything to live for… a lone wolf rarely survives.

That's not what mom would've wanted, that's not what they would've wanted. Fight stiles, fight this… for her.

I knew I was right and tried to focus on the voices and people steadily entering the room, my throat felt tight and my heart was rising from panic… I didn't know what to do or where I was. All I knew was I needed to calm down.

I saw a kid around my age with a mop of curly blonde hair approach me, instantly I tried to push back but he didn't get very far until the guy from last night talked.

"Isaac no, he is dangerous we can't trust him." He said sternly

"Well if we don't hurry and calm him down he is going to black out, again!" he said impatiently and that's when everything came back in a rush. The argents catching up, being caught by Derek and his supposed pack, blacking out. The question is why I am here and where exactly here is…

At this point I had begun to regain some composer but everything still hurt; it was hard to breathe and looked as if everything was under water. Suddenly Derek walked up and leaned against one of the shelves the room had stacked up against the small walls. He was about three feet in front of me and I peered over my knees to look at him.

I needed to focus to calm down, think of something else besides the fact of being totally alone and vulnerable to a new pack that I knew absolutely nothing about.

"Look you need to calm down, we need to question you. Ok like how you got mixed up with Kate and what the hell you did. We need answers. " He said nonchalantly with anger and disgust clear in his tone and that did it.

My heart rate spiked as I began to think about what Kate di, as I thought about what they were going to do to me to get these so called answers… was all my running for nothing? Would this be my death…

All of a sudden I was surrounded with warmth. There was a hand on my back and soft hums in my ear, only I couldn't hear it. I closed my eyes and felt someone rub soft circles onto my back. I focused on the voice and soon it became clear what it was saying.

"You need to calm down, breath okay just breath." I turned to look at the voice in question to see it was the wolf with the curly hair, my breathing began to even out and my throat didn't feel constricted. His eyes studied my body for a brief moment before getting off the ground. He almost looked relieved to see that I was okay. I swallowed thickly trying to keep my mind clear.

"You okay?" he asked and I nodded in agreement. I wasn't in a speaking mood which was to be expected. I bolted up of the ground to look around the room to study the enemy, because that's what they were in my mind. I took on what could only be described as a fighting stance to balance myself out, as if waiting for a hit. I glared at Derek, wanting all my hatred to pour out from my eyes, daring him to come at me. He took a step forward but was stopped by a dark an entering the small room.

"Okay stiles I heard you where awake." He said lightly as if this were a normal occurrence, which to him it might as well should.

"How do you know my name?" I said hoarsely, throat cracked with days without water. I asked the question without fully processing the fact that I have other things I need to worry about, like the fact that I am currently in handcuffs, I feel so weak, and why these people were talking to me and oh yeah… who the hell he was!

"Oh look it speaks." A snarky, obviously female voice said. I turned to look and see who it was narrowed my eyes at the blonde before turning my attention to the man with the lab coat.

All the dark skinned man did was smile before walking over to me with a small flashlight in hand. He flashed it past my eyes and I started to see dots before he put it down, happy with his results.

"Well Derek told me that was what Kate had called you. Do you remember what happened?" he finally replied reaching into the small wooden desk drawer and handing me a nutty bar. I narrowed my eyes at his hand thinking it must be a trap, but damn it to hell I was hungry.

I snatched the small bar and began to tear at the plastic till it finally budged. I took hasty bites not wanting the only food I had to be snatched up.

It was gone before I could even taste it. I let out a pleased moan before meeting the curious eyes of the dark skinned man.

"Who are you?" I asked changing the subject, I didn't want to remember. I shifted in my spot and tried to move my hands, the clanking of the metal reminding me that I was still in hand cuffs.

"I'm doctor Deaton. That's Derek and Peter hale and his pack. Scott, Alisson, Jackson, Lydia, Danny, and Isaac." His polite and courteous voice ringing in my ears as he pointed out each group member, which was awarded with a scowl from pretty much the whole pack.

Damn they really got that look down to a t maybe they have practice sessions…

I snickered at my own joke body shaking just slightly.

"You find this funny?" a raging voice began to bellow and I turned to look at said voice, a scowl of my own already resting on my face. Derek's face inches away from mine and I rattled in my chains wanting to just punch him in the face. The cuffs rattled and creek not giving in as I pulled and prodded trying to just get in Derek's space.

Derek's scowl dissipated into a smirk as he watched me struggle for freedom. This only pissed me off even more. I stopped struggling in my restraints and blew air out of my nose. I was so pissed. I turned back to the doctor, trying and failing to swivel on my heals.

"Look can you just let me go now I am fine. I need to leave before she finds me" I said around the impending worry. At this Deaton frowned and looked to Derek and Peter. I looked back again, getting a tiny bit dizzy about all the turning I had been doing.

Derek smirked and my eyes narrowed… this couldn't be good.

"You're not going anywhere." He said with a gleam to his eye as if he had just made up his mind about something.

Only question that I needed to answer was to what exactly.

Boom! New chapter XD I hope you guys are enjoying it I do love writing this. heads up next chapter may contain some vviiiooolleeennncceee XD but yeah! I wonder why stiles is feeling so weird maybe it's just hunger or is it! Find out next time!

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