While Stiles was still contemplating what might happen if Lycaeus did decide to kill him, Scott's brain was going to work. The beast's focus was on Derek and Stiles, distracted. He looked at the locket still lying in Peter's blood and the silver dagger nearby. That was it! Stiles was still trying to focus. He was the alpha. He had to take action... think. Lycaeus was still looking at him strangely.
"Well Derek," he spoke. "Why don't you explain to me how this outsider became our family's alpha. I don't like waiting, I will warn you... "
"It was my uncle," Derek began, indicating the corpse stretched out on the floor. "My uncle was hurting me. It made Stiles angry."
"I see," Lycaeus said, turning his gaze back to Stiles. "Its Stiles is it? Why do you think I should spare him when you should be the Hale alpha Derek?"
"I kinda already was. You see, my uncle was alpha, then I killed him and gained his status. Then he came back from the dead and teamed up with those alphas to revert me back to beta, so he could become alpha again. Yeah, sounds complicated I know."
Lycaeus raised an eyebrow.
"Are you mocking me?" he whispered dangerously.
"No!" Derek insisted.
Scott was very quietly sneaking across the room behind Lycaeus' back. Derek's gaze met his as he picked up the silver dagger, giving a slight nod. Scott nodded back, trying with all of his might to keep his emotions calm and guarded. Lycaeus could almost certainly detect anticipation or anxiety. Scott stepped up behind him, dagger readied in his hand. Lycaeus turned in a flash, grabbing him by the shirt collar. He jerked Scott close so that they were eye to eye.
"Treacherous," he hissed. "What ever were you thinking?"
The beast's eyes widened slightly, almost like it was surprised.
"You're an alpha too," Lycaeus muttered, turning to face Derek. "Explain this to me."
Lycaeus wanted far too many explanations, but Derek was willing to comply since it was probably the only thing keeping the beast from killing someone. Lycaeus would have killed Scott by now if he weren't interested, Derek realized.
"The alphas wanted to start a war," Derek said, deciding to lie a little. He looked at Scott meaningfully, pleading with him to go along. "Scott was my pack. The alphas made him an alpha to turn us against each other. My uncle and Xaiu were behind it all."
Lycaeus smirked a little, Scott still in his grasp.
"This one's emotions tell me that isn't the whole truth Derek. He wasn't your pack."
The voice was no longer calm and amused. There was a hint of malice to it.
"You have lied to me."
Lycaeus released Scott. Derek raised his hands, gripping the beast's arms as he was on him like lightning. He was no match at all. Lycaeus backed Derek into the wall, restraining him with one hand, raising the other claws barred.
"No one lies to me," the beast roared. "You must pay for your disloyalty to me, your great ancestor!"
Stiles saw red. It would hurt Derek, maybe even kill him. He felt pure rage flood him like never before. He had to protect his mate. There was nothing now except red. His clothes ripped open as he shifted to alpha form, a medium-large wolf with golden brown fur, so unlike the trademark Hale black. His alpha form's eyes were his old beta silver, but richer and shimmering. Stiles bounded forward. Scott knew they would have to take Lycaeus together. He reached inside of himself, feeling something shift. His eyes flashed red and he snarled loudly, becoming a black wolf very like Derek or Peter. He and Stiles rushed Lycaeus together. The beast released Derek and turned on them, eyes flashing red, body beginning to change. This wasn't like Derek or Peter. It went down on four legs, its body expanding to unbelievable size. It hit Derek suddenly. Get him while he changed. He rushed forward and grabbed the silver dagger. Lycaeus snapped at him with pointed fangs like small swords, but he dodge rolled, jumped up swiftly and driving the blade into the black fur. The beast roared and the earth shook again. It jerked terribly and bounded on Derek, mauling with its mighty paws. Derek fell back, blood spilling out of a chest wound. The silver hadn't even phased it. His eyes fell on the locket. Of course. He stepped forward, but he was hurt. Derek almost fell, but he caught himself, hand on his chest wound, breathing rapid. The beast lunged at him to kill, but Stiles roared and tackled it, sending it flying into the wall. The mighty wolf was on its feet again, the blade still stuck in its side. They wouldn't be able to get at it. Isaac searched the bodies of the three dead alphas frantically. Maybe they had something... yes! Eni's belt. He pulled out a silver curved dagger and ran forward. The beast and Stiles were trying to claw the life out of each other. Stiles wasn't human at the moment, he was a savage alpha beast mad with rage and power. Isaac ran forward and grabbed the locket. The beast turned in his direction. It would be on him in a flash. The blond brought the dagger down into the ruby. It actually gave way, cracking open. The beast stopped, clawing at its own body like it was burning, roaring with pain. Isaac pulled the dagger out and brought it down into the ruby again, splitting it. The silver blade snapped. The beast was still roaring and jerking like it couldn't move. Stiles and Scott eyed each other, the two great alphas' eyes seeming to understand. They rushed it together, driving their claws in from both ends. Lycaeus let out a whining yelp as his mighty form fell against the floor. It began to dissolve into black mist. Derek watched with wide eyes as it became nothing. Mist, then vapor, then nothing. Wolf Stiles released a low growl and raised his claw, wolf form slowly shifting back. In a few moments he was the teen boy they all loved once again, eyes still glowing red with a strange light. Scott shifted back too. Red eyes met red, and Scott gave a little smile. Stiles smiled back.
"We did it together dude," Scott told him.
"Yeah," Stiles said, grinning. "You're my best friend Scott. Always."
Scott ran over to him, the two of them hugging. This felt right. Stiles had Derek and his best friend. They could all be a family again, a pack.