Epilogue

Derek looked at the tombstone with a conflicted expression, Stiles at his side, hand in his supportively.

'Here lies Peter Hale

Brother, Uncle, Alpha'

Derek didn't understand why he felt like crying. He shouldn't shed a tear for the bastard. He exhaled, a droplet running down his face. He couldn't help it.

"I'm the last one left," he said, turning to Stiles with sad eyes, but there was also a spark of determination in them. "The last Hale."

Stiles hugged him supportively. Derek let his head rest on his mate's shoulder, taking in that ever-attractive scent that could always soothe him. He was the last Hale, but that didn't have to mean the end of their legacy. Sometimes when old things end, new things begin. Derek pulled back from Stiles, hand taking his again. He looked up at the cloudless blue sky.

"I will make you proud," Derek spoke. "Dad... "

He looked into Stiles' eyes again, managing to smile a little.

"Its not the end," he whispered. "I know it isn't Stiles. Its only the beginning."

Stiles nodded and hugged him again. It was the beginning. The beginning of their lives together, of Stiles as an alpha, and so much more. Derek would support Stiles and stand by him. His beta... his partner.

ooOoo

It had been a strange few days for Scott. The alphas and the beast seemed almost surreal now, just a passing moment in his life. It had been huge. He was still an alpha, and he and Stiles agreed it shouldn't be any other way. They were co-alphas. The McCall and Stilinski packs would always be allies, assisting each other, facing whatever new threat came their way. Scott sighed a little, knowing there would be other threats. For werewolves that was just part of life. A soft knock at his bedroom door pulled him out of his thoughts. The door slowly opened and there stood Jackson.

"Your mom let me in," he explained.

Scott nodded. It was the first time they'd seen each other since the beast incident... since Jackson had confessed the things he was feeling. Scott had given that a lot of thought. Did he feel the same way about Jackson? He looked into his beta's strikingly handsome face. Jackson always had been handsome. That little arrogant smile was in place, but he actually found that slightly attractive now. Jackson wasn't saying anything, letting Scott's eyes drink him in. His alpha rose from the bed and stepped toward him slowly. Jackson's eyes widened a little. Could he allow himself to love? Not the mostly superficial relationship he and Lydia had for popularity, but real love... attraction. Scott was now close enough that their breaths were mingling slightly. Jackson's eyes widened as Scott's hand suddenly rested against his cheek.

"Jackson," Scott whispered. "I don't know what this is, but I do know it feels real... I want it."

They slowly fell into one another, lips meeting gently. Jackson felt a spark in his chest, nothing like when he kissed Lydia like she was some trophy. He really wasn't fair to her. This was real. He felt his lips move against Scott's almost of their own will. He couldn't, didn't want to stop. They kissed tenderly, slowly, very gently, but it was perfect. Scott pulled back from him slowly. He gave Jackson a winning smile. The Whittemore boy smiled a real, genuine smile in spite of himself, showing his white teeth a little.

"That was incredible Scott."

ooOoo

Isaac heard a banging sound. It was probably the front door. He sighed and stood from his bed, feet slipping into his flip flops. He hurried down the stairs.

"Coming!" he called out.

He pulled back the door, only to be floored by Erica standing there. Her blond hair was a little tangled, and her masscara was running with tears.

"Boyd," she sobbed.

"Erica what is it?" Isaac asked gently, pulling her into a hug.

She clung to him, releasing another agonized sob.

"Hunters," she managed with a sniffle. "They got him. He's gone... "

Isaac felt his chest clench with regret at all of their loss. Boyd and Erica would always be pack, and now he was gone. He pulled Erica closer, rubbing her back gently.

"Shhh," he hushed her. "It'll be alright. I'm here."

As he held her in his arms he found himself feeling something new. He couldn't give it a name. He only knew he wanted to be there for Erica, in all the right ways.

ooOoo

'Welcome to Beacon Hills'

Allison smiled a little as her father drove past the sign. She was home...

ooOoo

Author's Note: There is going to be a sequel once I recoup and gather my thoughts. How was it, overall? I'm anxious to hear your thoughts on how I chose to bring this all together. Now to whet your interests a little, I'll give a small preview of the sequel.

ooOoo

In the next fic:

Boyd's gone and the pack must cope with its loss. Allison and Chris are back, but not for the reasons you think. She finds out about Scott and Jackson, sparking her jealousy. There's a new hunter clan in town too, the ones who killed Boyd. You'll just have to read and see when I release the first chapter. :-)