Author's Note: I am so sorry this took so long. I was literally doing homework for the past week. I had a huge project due but now it's done. I hope you like this chapter.

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Chapter 16

Stiles POV

Chris Argent walks in followed by two other men. Derek followed them into the kitchen having them sit down around a crappy looking table, but I guess you could consider it a bit more professional than the couch in the living room.

"So what's the problem? Why did we have to come here and help you with your little mutt problem?"

Derek growled but it was obvious he was trying to control himself. "What did Allison tell you?"

"Just that a pack was coming into town and that you needed help taking them out. What's got you needing our help?"

"This pack is different. They are trying to build their territory by attacking neighboring packs. They have an alpha that is hell bent on killing every pack on the West Coast."

"Doesn't seem like a problem to me." One of Mr. Argent's hunters mumbles.

Derek growls ferociously, his eyes glowing red. "You think it's right for innocent packs to be slaughtered just for their territory. Most of those packs are peaceful, they haven't hurt anyone. When was the last time you heard of a crazed pack within 100 miles of here?"

The hunter begins to reach for his gun and Derek allows his fangs to drop. Chris and I both stand up and attempt to get between them. "Derek," I say trying to get his attention, "we need their help. You ripping their throats out won't make them in a cooperating mood."

Mr. Argent turns to his colleague, "We have a truce with this pack. My daughter is a member of this pack. They have not violated the code nor have any of the packs in the area." He turns to Derek and nods at him. "What else can you tell us?"

I look at Derek and see that he has calmed down. I move to return to my seat. "The pack has been slowly moving down the coast, they just took out the pack to the North of us. One of the packs that I know gave me some details. The Alpha keeps his pack at 7 wolves at all times. The entire pack is vicious. If they continue on their path, they should be here by tomorrow night."

"So we need a plan of attack." Chris stands and begins to pace, he looks over at Allison, "It's up to you. You're the oldest woman here."

"What are you talking about?" I couldn't help but ask.

Allison turns to me. "The Argent family has a structure. The Men are the Warriors, the Women are the Leaders. Which means that I have taken over the role of Leader. I'm the one that makes the decision."

I look at her and a smile comes across my face. "Dude, that's freaking awesome."

Allison turns to Derek, "Sorry I didn't tell you, but it's not something I was really permitted to tell you. It's Argent family tradition."

"I understand." Derek nods at her. "So do you have any ideas as to what we should do? I know that they are coming in from the North which means they will be going through the industrial district. I was thinking that we try to lead them to a trap there."

"We could probably lead them into one of the abandoned warehouses. We could use those high frequency emitters with a combination of your scents to lead them exactly where we want them."

"That sounds good."

I interrupt here. "Do other hunters use those emitters?"

Mr. Argent turns to me. "Why do you ask that?"

"Well if they had a run-in with any other hunters then they would know how hunters work. If they hear those emitters they will know they are being led into a trap." Everyone looks at me with a wide array of looks, one of them shocked. "What? Remember I'm the smart one here, well besides Lydia," I say looking over at her. "If I heard it and knew hunters used it then I would try to go away from where you're headed."

Mr. Argent nods at me, "You do have a point. No one else uses these emitters. They're my own invention. They won't know what the sound is."

"So that is how we lead them into the warehouse," Derek says bringing the attention back to him. "Where do you want to have your men positioned?"

"There is one warehouse that has an elevated platform. We'll position our best archers, including Allison, up there so they can have a clear sight. The rest of us will be near the entrance when they walk in so that we can try to knock them out before they have the chance to cause much damage."

"That sounds good. I will have Isaac and Scott on the Northern edge of town and when they hear the pack approaching they will lead the pack to us. The rest of us will be inside the warehouse ready to attack."

Chris nods in agreement. "What are you going to have the human members of the pack doing?"

I quickly turn to Derek looking at him with determination but he just glares at me. "They will be staying out of the fight."

I stand up at this. "You can't keep me from the fight. I can help. I know how to fire a gun and I'm doing better with a crossbow."

Derek's glare deepens, "You are not going to be there!" He says with a growl. "I am not going to have you there distracting us and inevitably getting yourself hurt."

"You don't know if that is going to happen. I could be beneficial to the pack."

"Or you can hurt the pack." Derek crosses his arms around his chest, his signal that he is done talking.

"This is not done." I move to sit down again.

The meeting pretty much wraps up after that. All agreeing to meet at the warehouse at 6pm tomorrow. Derek didn't even look at me for the remainder of the meeting.

The Hunters left along with the remainder of the pack. Scott looks over at me, seeing the determination between my eyes. I am determined to talk to Derek. "Hey, I'll catch a ride back with Allison. I'll talk to you later." He said as he left.

I walk over to Derek who is back in the kitchen, his back turned away from me. "Derek,"

"Don't Stiles," he cuts me off, "I don't want you there. I can't risk you getting hurt."

"I am not some fragile little kid. I can help. You know that. Not even a month ago I saved your ass from a coven of witches. I fricken shot one of them in the head. I can hold my own."

"I know you're not incompetent."

"Then why can't I help?!" I yell at him.

"Because this isn't our typical battle." He yells back. I see him calm himself before he continues, "These wolves are crazed. I don't want you or Lydia there, but maybe you can help."

"How?"

"Maybe you can be stationed on the southern edge of the industrial area. You can let us know if any of the wolves are surprising us from that direction."

"Really? That's what you want me to do?"

"You're not going to be in the battle, but this is needed. We can't be surprised from the other side, so you can help us there."

That isn't going to happen but I figured that if Derek thinks I am going to listen to him then he won't be so paranoid about where I am. "Fine, I'll do that. At least it's something."

"Thank you. Now get out of here, I've reached my Stiles annoyance capacity for the day."

"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow." I walked out of the house and headed to my jeep. Tomorrow I will be there. I don't care what Mr. Alpha says. I can't leave my pack when there is a very real chance that they will be slaughtered. I have to be there.

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Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long. But I hoped you liked this. I will try to post a couple chapters this weekend. I have it off for once so I'll have time to work on this. Please review and Thanks for reading.