Talia sat between Laura and Peter, trying to concentrate on the ceremony. She'd sent one of her beta's, Kyle, to search for Stiles outside. He came back a few minutes later, sliding into the seat behind her, trying to keep as quiet as he could.
"Talia, his jeep's here. There's no sign of him." Kyle told her.
"I'm going to look downstairs." She whispered, getting up. She hated to miss her son's wedding, but she knew how important Stiles was to her son. She had to find him.
"Stiles?" Talia called out, walking down the stairs. She started to methodically search the sprawling basement, opening every door and calling his name.
Stiles woke up to a pounding headache. He wondered where he was, the room was so dark. He could see a tiny sliver of light from the doorway beside him. Stiles couldn't move his hands, they were duct taped behind him. He tried to yell, but he couldn't open his mouth. The duct tape was wrapped a few times around his head, muffling any noise Stiles tried to make.
He was starting to panic. He didn't know how long he'd been out – the wedding could be over already! How much time did he have? Stiles started to kick the door with his feet, trying desperately to break the lock with his sneakers. Maybe if he made enough noise, someone would hear him. He needed to warn Derek and Talia before the reception started.
He continued to kick the wooden door, until he finally exhausted himself. Stiles lay down, his whole body stiff. He couldn't even feel his hands anymore, they had long since fallen asleep. He needed to rest for a few minutes.
"Stiles?" Talia called out, knocking on the bathroom door. "I'm coming in!" She said, quickly looking into each stall. Maybe her son was wrong – maybe Stiles had skipped the wedding altogether. It certainly appeared that he wasn't in the building.
She was about to go back upstairs, when she heard a strange pounding noise. Talia went into the next room, and cocked her head to the side, listening intently. The noise appeared to be coming from the janitor's closet. Talia jiggled the lock.
"Stiles? Are you in there?" She asked. There was a loud thump, as Stiles kicked the door with his foot. She wrenched the door open, and saw Stiles lying on the floor. As soon as he saw who it was, Stiles tried to speak.
"Oh, honey," Talia said, quickly slicing the duct tape with her claws. She pulled it off as gently as she could. "We've been looking all over for you! What happened?" She asked, as Stiles sucked in a few deep breaths.
"Is the wedding over?" Stiles asked her. "Kate Argent's going to kill your whole pack!" He said, in a rushed voice. "At the reception! She made monkshood bullets!" He said, trying to stand up. He felt so dizzy. Talia cut the tape around his wrists, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" She asked, inspecting the cut on his forehead. "Derek's worried sick."
"I'm fine," Stiles lied. "Where's Derek?"
Talia slung an arm around his shoulder, and helped him walk. "C'mon," She said. "The wedding's not over yet. We still have time."
The guests were all standing up, singing from the hymn books, when Talia and Stiles walked in. There were gasps of surprise, as they stumbled down the aisle.
"Derek – " Stiles said, swaying a little on his feet. Derek ran to his side, and caught him by the shoulders.
"Stiles, who did this to you?" He asked, outraged. "Who hurt you?"
"Kate Argent." Stiles told him. "Derek, she's going to kill you and the entire pack at the reception!"
Derek turned to stare at the hunters with a venomous glare. Chris and Victoria looked at each other, confused.
Talia turned to her brother. "Peter, get the kids out of here. I don't want them to get injured." She watched as Peter scooped up his nephew, and hurriedly led nieces out into the parking lot.
"There must be some kind of mistake!" Chris said, stepping toward Talia.
"Get away from her!" Derek growled, letting go of Stiles. He jumped in front of his mom. Derek's claws grew as he stood protectively in front of Stiles and Talia.
"How dare you hurt him! Stiles never did anything to you!" Derek screamed, seeing red. He could feel himself transforming into a werewolf in front of all the guests. He didn't care.
Chris Argent turned to look at his sister, searching for an explanation.
"Kate." He said. "What the hell is going on?" He asked.
"They're lying!" Kate yelled, eyes darting nervously around the room. "I'd never hurt them, Chris. You have to believe me!"
"You tazed me!" Stiles shouted, steadying himself against his dad.
Kate's face contorted with rage. "I should've killed you, you little bastard." She spat, pulling out her gun. She aimed it at Derek's chest.
"Kate, put the gun down." Chris said, slowly walking towards her. She cocked the hammer, and laughed.
"I made these bullets special, Derek. My wedding present to you. One for you, one for your bitch mom, one for your uncle – "
"Stop!" Allison shouted, running to her father's side. "Kate, stop!"
Kate pulled the trigger.