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Chapter 9

Scott walked into the room to see the twins sitting together, talking. They seemed happy, relieved and Scott couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest. After all, he had turned them away even when they came with a genuine plea for help. And after talking to Stiles, Scott could barely even bring himself to face them. He felt so horrible and wretched, even though he knew there was no way he could possibly have known about their past.

The twins looked up when Scott walked in and Ethan greeted him with a smile.

"I should say thank you," Ethan said, but Scott shook his head, smiling.

"Don't. I, in fact, owe you both an apology."

Aiden wrinkled his forehead. "Why?"

"I should have known better than to turn you away. The hunter tried to kill you!"

Ethan frowned, "For all you know, he might just be someone we screwed over."

Scott shifted of his feet, awkward and nervous, not sure how to approach this. But for the lack of a better option, he just went at it head on.

"We know. About the foster home and ... everything."

The twins looked between each other and then back to Scott, completely aghast.

"What... how... what the hell are you saying? Aiden stammered.

"I'm saying that Derek made John tell us what happened. And I'm sorry you had to go through all that. I can't take away what happened but I can make sure that you never have to go anywhere without backup, ever again."

Ethan slowly took it in, considering Scott's words.

"So you're saying –"

"I'm saying, welcome to the pack," Scott replied, hoping that from now on, the twins would not have to keep looking over their shoulder.

The twins exchanged another glance and Ethan slowly nodded. Aiden turned to Scott and nodded too.

"Thank you," he said.

Scott was about to leave when Ethan called out to him.

"If you know what happened, then you also know what we did, right?" he asked.

He knew about Scott's moral stands, having seen them himself. So he wanted to make sure that their ticket into the pack wouldn't expire when Scott realized that they had taken lives, probably more than Scott had anticipated. Scott understood Ethan's implication and shook his head.

"I'm not judging you. No one deserves to be killed but after what they did to you, I can hardly blame you."

"How did Derek manage to get John to speak?" Aiden asked.

"Well, Derek saw his memories," Scott replied. He still wasn't sure whether that was ideal but he didn't have a better answer so he went along with Derek's.

"He saw –"

"He saw that they were monsters and abused you and your friend. And he saw that you killed two of his sons," Scott said.

Aiden scowled and Ethan looked surprised at his words. Scott frowned; he could sense the mood in the room had changed from relief to disbelief.

"What happened?" Scott asked, confused.

A ripple of exasperation went through the twins, as if they were weary of what would happen next.

"Did you just say we killed two of his sons?" that was Ethan.

Scott nodded, still confused.

Aiden gulped, "Well, we thought we had killed all three."

Stiles got down from his jeep and waddled towards the high school. He was in a hurry and walked fast through the empty parking lot as he spoke to Lydia over the phone.

"Dad and Scott's dad decided to take Walsh to a federal holding cell," Stiles said, "and Agent McCall agreed to let Mr Argent prepare the cell."

"How did he manage that?" came Lydia's voice over the phone.

"I don't know, I think even someone as thick as Scott's dad has to agree that things aren't always explained the normal way in Beacon Hills."

"I sure hope so! How are the twins?"

Stiles sighed, "They are okay. Ethan woke up and he is fine."

"... and Aiden?"

"He is okay too. Scott let them into the pack."

"Oh alright, that's good. I still can't believe that –"

There was sudden yell from Stiles which made Lydia stop in her tracks. She felt a sudden rushing feeling and kept calling Stile's name but all she heard were the sounds of a scuffle and then silence. She got up, scared and started to call Scott and pacing around the room.

A few minutes later, she found herself standing in the school parking lot and was not sure how she got there. Lydia looked around with a start and pursed her lips. Her banshee sensations were going through the roof and she felt that mysterious and terrifyingly familiar rushing feeling. She looked around the parked cars and her eyes landed on Stile's jeep. He heart sank.

Just then a bike rapidly pulled up beside her, making her jump. She turned and came face to face with a worried Scott and Isaac.

"What just happened?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.

"I don't know! You called us!" Scott replied, now worried.

"Lydia, did you hear something?" Isaac asked. He spotted the jeep and walked towards it. He was only a few steps from it when he bent down to pick something and called back to them, worried. Scott and Lydia rushed forward to see what Isaac showed them. Scott's heart sank, his face darkened. Lydia looked at the object like it hurt her eyes.

Stile's phone.

"What is happening? Where is Stiles?" Isaac asked, deeply concerned now. Lydia gulped, her hands clenched into fists.

"I think someone kidnapped him," she replied.

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