Chapter 13

Growls and yips flew through the air as the wolves hunted. In their most primitive states anything could go wrong and it seemed as if everything would go wrong. The initial perimeter run had been easy, nothing Harry couldn't handle but as soon as the wolves split up magic filled the air. Not the fairy tale type of music. But the type of magic that the Evil Queen possessed. The type of magic that made chills crawl up your spin and made you ears stand up. That magic that no one should ever posses but for some damn reason many people do possess it. Harry only knew one person who had those types of powers personally but she rarely used them. The only time was for her to shift. It would be too dangerous for the people around her to know that she had that type of power. But tonight was different. It was her magic that flew through the air. And Harry couldn't help but wonder for what reason she would be using her powers on such a night.

Derek was wondering the same thing miles over. Why would such dark magic flow in the forest. The betas stopped in their tracks and threw their head into the air. They howled for their Alpha; unsure of what to do next. The hunt had stopped or that time. Each wolf feeling a different effect, each one offering a different reaction to the feelings that were being brought out of them because of the magic. It wasn't until that moment that the two Alphas realized that it was not her magic that permeated the area. Her magic killed without a reason. This magic brought about emotions and urges. Her magic didn't ask questions and did not leave survivors. This magic made them want to sleep. And that was even more dangerous. Once asleep who would be there to wake them?

"STILES!"

"WHAT?!"

"Where is the pack?"

"um out? "

"Its 3 in the morning they shouldn't be out. They should have been back at 12. It's fucking 3 in the morning Stiles!"

"How the fuck should I know? You this is considered the devils hours? Or the witching hour? It's really interesting actually. There's this show on tv where ghost hunters only ask questions at 3 in the morning cause that's when all the evil things come out to play. Not that I believe in all the daemon crap. I mean sure we have some pretty creepy things roaming around. But biblical demons are just a little too far-fetched for me"

"What about Archangels then? What do you think about them Stiles?" Diana said entering the room. Keeping a cool, deadly calm.

"Um. Well those are pretty cool too I guess. I mean I haven't met one but once again I'm not really all that into region but I could be swayed to pray to few if the time comes" Stiles said nervously, tugging at his shirt collar.

"You better start praying then Stiles. Cause we're going hunting"

Diana led the Stiles and Lydia into the garage where a few off road vehicles were stationed. She threw black suits at them and instructed to pick something to kill stuff with.

"Diana um.. no offense but you're sort of huge. What are you going to do? You look like you're about to give birth at any moment" Stiles asked timidly.

"Stiles, werewolf pregnancies go a lot faster the any other type. I could give birth right this moment. But hey we'll never know unless we actually go out"

With that the three vehicles shot off into the dark. Wolves littered the forest floor, Stiles was afraid for how he would find Derek. Finally Diana stopped at a clearing where the biggest wolves laid.

"Katerina Evelyna Cortez" a voice purred out through the forest. The ground shook and a throne made of skull shot up from the ground right in the middle of the sleeping wolves. A shadow flew around the moon lit clearing until finally in settled down in the makeshift throne.

"I would offer you a seat Katerina but I know you're capable of making your own"

"Well I prefer my humans alive Luke"

"Ah I can see that! What name are you going by now? Diana is it? Have you bothered to tell your humans that the real Diana Alvarez has been dead for 6 years?" The man, Luke apparently, purred out. Seemingly unaffected by the tension floating around in the air

Stiles meanwhile stayed quiet, something unusual for him, staring at Diana or Kat? Would she let him call her that? He wondered who knew about her true identity. Was it only him that did not know. Lydia seemed pretty calm when the guy appeared.

"Well Azrael?" Luke said looking at the blonde woman.

"You already know the answer to that don't you Abaddon?"

"Okay what the fuck is going on?! I just heard 2 different names and I want the truth Diana!" Stiles finally shouted out.

"Mortals, they're always thinking that they have a right to demand things from people who are stronger than them."

"Stiles, please just be quiet for once in your life be quiet" It was Lydia who responded to Stiles. Pleading with him to shut up.

"Oh, we have a smart one here. Would you like to do the honors sister? Or should I explain in my own way" The man said mockingly, turning to Diana who still hadn't bothered to speak

"Stiles, I am going to explain something to you but I need you to stay very quiet. And I don't want you to interrupt. Please Stiles just wait till I'm done to react" Diana said looking over at Stiles with pleading eyes. Stile nodded his consent and made a motion that looked like he was supposed be zipping his mouth but instead it looked shaky and scared.

"Centuries ago there was a big war, one that punished every single magical creature on the planet. Vampires can only come out in the night, werewolves are slaves to the full moon, witches loose a year of their life for every spell they cast, and angels fell, many humans died till they were at the point of near-extinction. Those were my greatest years. I grew more powerful with every drop of blood that was shed. Humans would whisper about the black wings that encase the earth during those years. I never lose power. Humans are always finding the need to kill each other off. But lately I haven't had as much power as I normally would. Not with all the werewolf peace going around. I have adopted many names, identities, personas in hopes that one day I will never have to start a war in order to maintain my life force. This man is my brother, his name is many but is know by one Abaddon, the Archangel of Destruction. But I am known as Azreal to many, the Archangel of Death"

Authors Note: HEY! So warning you guys right now. Things are going to get ugly. Like I mean really ugly. People are going to be dying left and right. But, I will be uploading like at last 3 more chapters today. Just because my muse is here and I feel like typing cause I'm lonely. tell me what you think please!

OH! and if anyone wants to make a cover or be beta for this story don't hesitate to ask! i would appreciate it! Thanks Darlings!