It's not Allison's father. Just FYI

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SSC

A sharp stinging pain startled her awake. The left side of her cheek throbbed in pain and Meg was pretty sure it was reddening.

With blurry vision she searched the room she was in. There was white light from lamps focused on her causing her eyes to water, she blinked rapidly. There were other figures in the room, their silhouettes surrounded her, watching her. Meg gulped fear rising within her she wanted to move but realised that her arms were restrained and suspended in the air. Her gaze travelled up her arm, heavy bulky iron cuffs surrounds both her wrists, held up by a solid strong chain. Her senses heightened as her survival instincts began to kick in, her heart raced.

"Where am I? Who are you?" She demanded struggling against the chains that rattled. One of the lights turned away from her. She winced from the abrupt change in ambiance. Her eyes struggled to adjust. She heard heavy footsteps approaching her, she looked up and stared wide-eyed. A tall shadow loomed over her a pair of piercing green eyes belonging to a narrow sinister face glared at her.

"You were very good at escaping our radar Miss Day. We wouldn't have found out about you if it wasn't for…well let's say a certain spy in our mists." A grin full of dangerous intent curved his chapped lips. Meg resisted the urge to shudder in fear.

"What are you talking about? Let me go!" She demanded trying to use her supernatural strength to break through the chains, but she felt weak and drained. Her feet tangled under her. The chains pulled at the joints of her arms and she gritted her teeth.

"Let you go? Sure…" He began to pace in front of her, playing with the sharp tip of his dagger "Once you tell us everything we need to know, starting with—" He stopped abruptly and pointed the blade at her.

"Where is your Alpha hiding?" Meg eyed the sharp end of the knife warily. Her gaze moved up to him, watching as he walked over to the table beside her and kept a hand over a box of some kind.

"Listen you got the wrong girl over—" Meg gasped and shudder when a surge of electrical current zapped through her body. Her being racked with convulsions as she gripped the chains above her painfully tightly. When the shock stopped her muscles were drained useless. Her heart burned and she was rendered speechless from the agony and fear.

"Where is your Alpha hiding?" He demanded aggressively. No mockery on his face anymore, just pure rage and determination. Meg panted. Sweat beads dripped down the sides of her face as she struggled to recover.

"I don't know what you are talking about—"he twisted the knob again. Amplifying the volts and sending more jolts of pure energy through her. Meg spasm-ed before hanging limply, rocking back and forth in the air.

"You are being very difficult my dear, fine…it's your funeral." He stated snidely before winding the knob again.

"Her smell led us up to here" Derek stated with Erica, Boyd and Isaac beside him. They were all standing at the school parking lot behind the entrance, their keen eyes searched the air.

The alpha's inky brows furrowed his fists clenching as he tried to calm the anxiety that made his heart race. How could this happen?

"Derek!"

It's been four hours since Isaac had come rushing down the steel steps of the railway station with Erica and Boyd hot at his heels. Derek stomped out of his train in full alert, wondering what his pack was so panicked about.

"What is it?" He demanded as Isaac skidded to a stop in front of him. They were all trying to catch their breaths.

"We can't find Meg." Erica rasped out in alarm. Derek still remained his calm self remembering Meg's enthusiastic notification when she left in the morning.

"She is at her marathon training session."

"That's the thing, there is no marathon training session, we checked." Boyd gasped out, this caught Hale's attention. His dark brows shot up in surprise and he snarled.

"What?"

"And now she isn't answering her phone, I have a bad feeling about this." Derek felt his heart flip internally, his mind racing. He turned and marched back into the darkness of his train.

"Where are you going?" Isaac demanded ready to follow him but took a step back in surprise when Derek emerged again with his cell phone to his ear.

"I am calling Scott, maybe she is at their place." He hoped, but then again Meg wasn't the type to just run over to Scott or Stiles 's place without letting Derek know first. He appreciated her considerate nature even though he would never admit it.

A cold breeze blew at them. They absorbed the silence around them. There was not a single vehicle in sight. Scott and Stiles had joined them on their search for the missing she-wolf. McCall sniffed the air trying to find some trace of her scent again but it just ended where they stood.

"The school grounds, is she underground?" Stiles asked looking around frantically.

"No, it just ends here, so they must have taken her by vehicle." Scott answered his dark brows knitted in worry. A dead end was never a good sign.

"How did they even find out about her?" Stiles asked looking to Derek for answers. The alpha frowned, his stare fretful

"I don't know, but they have her, we have to find her."

"Cameras! Allison's mom had installed cameras, we can check them out." Stilinski suddenly exclaimed. His honey brown eyes lit up from the recollection as he spun around on the heel of his shoes and rushed towards the entrance.

They all crowded around the square computer screen. Stiles was replaying the collection of videos the school had filmed through the camera's they were focused on the parking lot area. There wasn't a camera in the region where Meg was kidnapped but there was one located on the school building, focused on the bend into that region. The time stamp read eight am and they saw one teenager with brown hair and blue eyes emerging from that turn. He was looking over his shoulder suspiciously before resuming his walk towards the entrance of the school. Stiles immediately paused the video.

"I know him, that's Billy Greene. He is in the marathon training team with Meg." Isaac pointed out, glaring intensely at the screen. Erica scowled and Boyd tensed. They all knew him, they had seen him around Meg multiple times. Erica regretted thinking he was cute.

"What is that in his hand?" Stiles asked placing his finger on the screen where he had paused just as Billy was shoving some device into his jacket pocket. Derek's pale eyes narrowed, instantly recognising the instrument. It was a stun gun.

"How did he know what to use?" He spoke through gritted teeth, trying to control his anger at the thought of some measly boy tasering Meg. He knew how painful it was especially to a werewolf.

"He could be a hunter." Boyd pointed out.

"We need to find him. We need to get her back." Isaac insisted, they all nodded in response.

"They are torturing her for information." Derek stated regretfully, all eyes fell on him.

"Information, about what?" Scott demanded his tone full of concern for Meg's life. Hale clenched his jaw and looked to them.

"Me, they want the Alpha."

"Then why didn't they kidnap Erica or Boyd?"

"Because they stick together, Meg was caught off guard, no one knew about her being a werewolf."

"Well that's not completely true now is it?"Stiles hissed dangerously, grabbing their attention.

"Stiles—"

"If she dies because of this, it's your fault do you understand? It's your fault!"He yelled, cutting through Scott's warning tone.

Derek's pale eyes narrowed down at the lanky teenager "You think I don't know that? I thought with all the friends and activities she did she would go unnoticed—"

"Well she didn't and now she is captured and put –god only knows where—and being tortured just so they can find you."

Derek bit his tongue as Stiles stared up at him his chest rising and falling from the rage within. Derek had no response, his thoughts were already self-deprecating enough.

"Now… are you going to tell us where Derek is hiding or do you preferred for us to torture you more?"

"I told you…I don't know anything—I am not a werewolf." Meg snapped glaring weakly at him. The man rolled his eyes.

"We all know that's a lie." He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a sheet of paper and revealed it to Meg. She stared, surprised it was of her entire marathon team and she was in the front except her facial features weren't clear. It was like she had a pair of laser beams for eyes.

"You know the interesting thing about you werewolves, you don't photograph too well." He mused folding up the sheet of paper again and stuffing it into his pant pocket before looking to her.

"Care to explain?" She pressed her lips down to a thin line, refusing to speak. The man grinned amused by her silence.

"Come now Miss Day, we haven't got all day, just tell us where he is." The hunter began playing with his dagger. Meg hung slumped and exhausted, her dark hair shadowing her weary expression. He sighed getting to his feet. The heels of his boots clicking ominously against the concrete floor as he began to circle her.

"I am curious to why you chose to even be a werewolf, you children are such idiots." He observed looking to her. Meg didn't answer, silence clouded the air. He walked over to the table again when she suddenly spoke up.

"Actually, it wasn't by choice." He arched a sardonic brow, a smirk pinching his lips.

"Oh…he forced you to be a werewolf?" The man asked his eyes gleaming in fascination. Meg shook her head tiredly. She still refused to raise her head.

"No, he saved my life when a couple of idiot hunters startled an Omega—"She looked up her gaze narrowing "I was just collateral damage".

He scowled and abruptly turned the knob again. There was a loud buzzing sound followed by screams as Meg's body racked with aggressive shudders again. The electric shocks stopped and he stomped up to her, grabbing a fist full of her dark curls and pulling back roughly. Meg gasped from the sting that tore through her scalp.

"You won't think defending him would be so worth it once I am through with you," He growled with sinister promise, forcing her head back and to stare up at him. Meg's lips were sealed shut and she glared bravely into his cruel eyes.

"I'll ask again, where is the Alpha?" He roared letting go of her hair. Meg winced straightened her posture as much as she could, holding the chains tightly.

"There are so many Alpha's you have to specific," She murmured.

"Your Alpha," He shouted standing in front of her.

"My Alpha?" She asked feign innocence.

"Derek Hale," He gave her a flat look. Meg seemed to contemplate for a moment.

"The name does not ring a bell." He smirked at her answer, holding his anger at bay he walked over to the table and started the shock torture again. Megra held on tightly to the chains refusing to show the agony she felt. It was what he wanted.

"How about now?"He inquired smugly, Meg panted. Her heart raced and felt like it was consumed in fire, her ribs ached and it was hard to breathe.

"Nope," she said in wearily wittiness.

He scowled and slowly prowled towards her, clenching and relaxing his fingers. He suddenly grabbed her chin by his thumb and forefinger, looking into her eyes. Meg's heart raced in fear, like a rabbit in a trap. She struggled to hold on to her poker face.

"I guess I am going to have to result to another method," He grunted with menacing promise, raising his large calloused hand into the air.

"I'll see you in a bit sweet heart." the man taunted before exited the room, shutting the metal door with a loud bang that made her flinch. The moment he left she allowed her will to crumble. Hot tears rolled down her bruised bleeding face. Her shoulders shudder as she sobbed. Her fingers that were previously clinging to the chains had now slackened.

Everything hurts. It was like her body was burning from the inside. He hadn't just stuck to hitting her face. She took a few blows to the ribs too and it was hard to breath. Her rib cage was crushing her lungs and she wasn't healing. Meg didn't know why but she knew it had something to do with the electric shocks that he sent through her body. She wanted to get out. She didn't know how much longer she could stand this torture.

Where is he? Where is Derek?Meg began to wonder if they were even looking for her, the thought was disheartening. Meg knew she had to find a way to let him know where she was, but they took her phone away and most probably had destroyed her Sim card.

Wait a minute, I am a werewolf.

She looked up at the steel pole that kept the chain up. She had seen it when that brute of a hunter pulled back her hair. Wrapping her fingers around the chain and gripping tightly she used her training in gymnastics to work and began to raise her legs. They shook beneath her by Meg didn't give up and kept using her upper body strength to raise her body up and swing over the pole.

Steadily she placed her hands on the pole and gripped tightly before bringing her legs toward her body and squatting on the pole. Her whole body ached and cried out in protest but she gritted her teeth and tried to shut away the pain.

Her focus fell on the cuffs. They were large compared to her small hands and she could slip them off if not for her smooth curve connecting her thumb to her palm. Her heart thudded and anxiety rose, knowing what she had to do. Hesitantly she clutching her thumb in one hand while balancing on top of the pole and then swiftly pulled.

It took all her will power not to scream out when her thumb snapped before resting limply.

It will heal. She assured herself and slipped off the cuff gently before looking to her left hand and inflicting the same pain but with her middle finger and forefinger. Her thumbs were rendered useless. She looked over her shoulder and at the lone square window against the wall that led to the outside world.

She was in a basement and the she saw the tires of occasional passing cars. She jumped down from the pole, stumbling a bit she reached the window. She had to break the glass. Picking up the chain with her fingers clenched into a fist, she swung and then slammed the cuff against the glass.

It shattered instantly. She knew they must have heard the glass breaking. She acted quickly and jumped through the window landing on dirt. She scrambled to her feet not hanging around to be captured again and dashed forward.

On the other side of the road was a forest, the Beacon Hills preserve. Mustering up as much energy as she could Megra howled. Praying and hoping in the back of her mind that Derek would hear her and come to her rescue.

She flinched at the sound of loud voices behind her, they had heard her. She raced to the forest as fast as her legs could. Her muscles pumped and burned but she refused to stop. She had to get home, she had to get to Derek. Even though Meg was pretty sure she was completely lost. Her lungs were on fire and the cold wind stung at her wounds. She wanted to give up. She wanted to lie down on the soft bitter earth and let sleep consume her or worse…death.

She grimaced at the sight of a hill she had to walk over. Without pausing she struggled to climb up the hill and she was almost over the top when her toes were caught in a root. Meg fell face first into the dirt. Her sore body probed by sharp rocks in the dirt. She gritted her teeth against the pain and laid there for a moment, trying to catch her breath. She moaned low in the back of her throat. Megra didn't know how much longer she could go on. The forest seemed endless and she could barely see with her werewolf sense working against her.

Why wasn't she healing?

Groaning she used her elbows to push her body up when she was roughly tugged by the ankle.

Meg screamed and kicked the best she could, how could he sneak up on her? She didn't even hear him coming. His grip was tight and determined but so was she. Her heart pounded and she did not dare to look back and clawed at the earth, trying to get away.

"Where do you think you are going sweetheart?" His sickeningly sinister voice taunted roughly pulling her towards him through the dirt. Ripples of fear ran down her spine.

"No let go of me." her hoarse voice betrayed her anger. She was weaker than she thought and struggling seemed pointless. With a mighty strength the attacker pulled her towards his body and her body went towards his in a screaming writhing state.

"NO! NO—"Her cries came to a stop when he suddenly dropped her and she fell to the dirt with a thud.

With a great struggle, Meg rolled on to her back and looked up startled to find the brute of a man tackled to the ground by a larger figure. She tried to see through the darkness but the best she could muster was two silhouettes rolling on the ground throwing punches into the air. She could smell blood and there was heavy breathing and groans and a very terrifying primal growl.

The struggling suddenly seized and for a moment the air was thick with tension. Meg gulped and tried to move but her entire body had turned to stone. One of the figures rose up, his wide shoulders bristling and rising up towards the skies before turning to face her.

Fear shocked her out of her state of numbness and she tried to back away but the dark shadow was on its hands and legs and it pounced at her.

Meg struggled for breath and tried to get away but she was caged under him. She found herself staring into a pair of crimson eyes. She recognised them instantly, a wave a relief washing over her. It was Derek and he was cradling her in his strong arms. She blinked thinking him a vision. She reached up with shivering hands.

"Derek?" She uttered uncertainly. He nodded pulling her closer.

"Yes," He breathed his voice deep and full of emotion that was all it took for her to crumble.

Meg's lips trembled and tears streamed endlessly from the corner of her eyes as she began to sob uncontrollably, Derek quickly pulled her into his arms being tender not to hurt her already than she has been. Meg's head fell into the crook of his neck, weakly attempting to cling to his leather jacket as she cried.

Derek wanted to utter words of assurance but there was a heavy lump in his throat, but he didn't know what else he could say to make his situation easier than to just hold her in his arms. He steadily got to his feet, carrying her in his arms. He knew he had to quickly escape the forest and to his car before more hunters found them. Meg's cries was so soft and almost inaudible.

He sniffed the air for the scent of the rest of his pack. From the sound of their heart beats they were all alive and hadn't killed any of the other hunters, just wounded them to the point of unconsciousness. As Derek trudged through the forest Erica, Isaac and Boyd emerged from different ends, seeing their Alpha with Meg in his arms they rushed towards him.

"Meg, oh my God" Erica gasped out staring down at her friend who slumbered in Derek's arms, all battered and bruised. Her browns eyes softened in worry. Isaac and Boyd felt their hearts drop to their stomachs as the sight of their Meg, the hunter's brutality truly dawning to them.

Hearing Erica's voice Meg's eyes squinted open and a slow tired smile spread across her lips.

"You guys are here." She said with a quaking voice that grabbed all of their attention. Erica stared down at her broken friend and smiled wearily, reaching down and brushing a strand of her thick dark hair that was wet with sweat. Meg regarded them all with soft eyes before the spell of exhaustion took over her again and her lolled to the side, against Derek's strong chest. Derek didn't say a word and walked in the direction of his car with Meg in his arms. The rest followed silently.

"We will follow you in Erica's car." Isaac stated when they arrived at the main road. He was nudging his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of Erica's Beetle. Derek nodded in understanding. They had considered the lack of space in his Chevy and they obviously wanted room for Meg to sleep.

Derek glanced down at Meg, who refused to look up at him, but her sobs had died down when they reached his car and she was a sleep in his arms. She was curled up snugly against his leather jacket. He opened his car while balancing her in his arms and then gently placed her inside. The damage done to her truly dawning to him under the interior lights of his car.

The left side of her face was all battered and bruised with lines of drying blood, her fingers were on her lap but her thumb was twisted in an ugly angle. Her stomach and arms were scarred from the electric torture and her hair a disarray with a few dried leaves attached to strands.

Derek felt his rage rising. His fist clenching in a suppressed anger. Torturing him was one thing but someone as innocent as Megra?

He wanted blood. He wanted their heads on a spike outside their house, their skin as carpeting. He wanted to see the life drain from their eyes. But he put her first, he needed to get her to Alan. She had to recover and heal as quickly as possible.

Shrugging off his leather jacket he draped it over her small frame and shut the door before heading to his side. Just before he opened the door his phone began to buzz in his pants. He searched the contact name it was Scott, he answered.

"I found her,"

"Oh thank God." He heard Stiles and Scott sigh in relief simultaneously.

"We are heading to the vet's, she needs help."

"We will meet you there." He hung up and got in the car. Turning the key to the ignition before he floored the accelerator.