A/N.
Hallo again. Not so much to say.
To my one and only GFM. I will not reveal if my OC, Alexander (Ace) is a brother of Scott or not but you will know in the next chapter. This chapter start is going to be Scott; we get some Isaac POV. later.
Thank you to all those that read last chapter and for GFM for your review, I love your questions, don't stop them from coming.

Chapter nineteen.
Together we praise out fallen brothers.

From now until the end of the world, we
and it shall be remembered. We few, we Band of Brothers.
For he who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother."
– William Shakespeare ("Quote from King Henry V")

Scott POV.

He stumbled over a fallen tree, Ace catching him before he could hit the ground and shot him a worried look, one that he quickly dismissed, he was still a little weak but damn it…

He hissed in pain when the other man's hands came in contact with his burns when he was forced to face him, his eyes already glowing crimson.

"Calm down brother, you need to take it easy," he said, his own eyes crimson and Scott couldn't help but bowing his head in submission to the older wolf.

Alexander POV.

He sighed and shook his head when Scott looked down, his scent shifting from anger and hurt, to grief and pain.

He carefully laid a hand on his shoulder, sighing in relief when Scott allowed the touch, leaning into it instead of attacking like he had done before.

'Always so quick to anger' he thought grimly before taking his other hand and forcing the pup to look him in the eyes, feeling and seeing the anger flee from his body, leaving him exhausted and arching.

"Look, we can do this two ways as I see right now. One will be to leave town and never return, the other will be the original, the one we planned on before-before…" he stopped speaking, not sure how wise it would be to mention the teen's mate.

The teen was about to answer him when a shot rang through the air, followed by another and a howl signaled that the target had been hit.

They both looked bewildered up and in the direction that the sounds had come from and he softly and only a little bit high pitched, "One of ours?"

Scott looked back at him and shook his head, "No." he paused and Ace could see him scent the air and fear race through his brother's body and scent.

"But it's the Argents," he whimpered and turned tail and ran, leaving Alexander standing still for just a moment before he followed the teen, cursing the hunters for having sent his fellow pack mate in such a frenzy.

Scott POV.

He didn't think-he wasn't sure that he even could think, as he ran. Behind him he could hear someone gaining closer to him and he began to run faster, he couldn't get caught, not again, he shivered when he remembered what had happened the last time he had been caught by hunters. He had heard the sound of their guns, closer and closer to him as he moved, why couldn't he get away?

He made a mad dash to the left in hope that it would make the person chasing him, lose track of him. It was just too bad that when he was a few hundred meters to the left, got his right foot caught in a fox trap, his scream echoing through the forest, giving his position away to the one that had been hunting him.

His body convulsed at the pain in his leg and he couldn't stop the long row of whines and whimpered from escaping through his tight pinched lips as he waited for his end.

The footsteps slowly came closer to him and a part of Scott's brain noted that the steps were too light to be a hunter; this was one who was at ease with themselves, one who knew how to approach a frightened animal without making it more distressed than it already was.

It was Alexander.

As soon as the thought registered, his body went lax and a continuous whine fell from his lips.

When he felt a hand touch his shoulder, he flinched, causing the trap to pull at his leg, making him scream and howl in pure pain and fright. He was still scared.

Alexander POV.

He cringed as Scott let out yet another heartbreaking howl, the teen's was tightly shot and gasping breath was the only thing that filled the silence.

One it was secure again, he moved to coddle Scott's head in his hands and made him face the tearstained cheeks of the man he called brother.

When he didn't react to his touch, he became worried, gently pinching the soft skin under the teen's eyes, still he got no reaction, not even a blink.

"Buddy," he whispered and cursed when there still no reaction from the teen.

Swallowing he turned to Scott's bad leg and crunched down in front of the fox trap. It was a nasty piece of work and he could have sworn that he could see bone, something was defiantly broken.

Hearing raised voices, his head shot up and he scented the air, snarling when his nose twisted at the scent of gunpowder and wolf bane. Hunters. He knew very well that there wouldn't be time for him to get Scott out of the trap without the possibility of his brother losing his leg but it was a risk that he had to take, he just had to hope that Deaton hadn't lost his touch or willingness to keep secrets.

Apologizing over and over in his mind, he moved to grip tightly around Scott's chest and with one movement, he pulled him free of the trap. That got a reaction from the teen, he howled, an ugly sound that made his own wolf whine in misery at the sound of a pack mates pain but he didn't have time to dwell.

The hunters had gained ground and without looking back, Ace picked up the crying teen and ran in the direction of the forest, not even caring about the shots that were fired after them, not even one hit their target.

Isaac POV.

He looked up when the door into his room opened, Derek calling out his name and when he didn't answer, the door fully opened and the older Hale stepped into to room, a dirt envelope in his hand, he could see that it had already been opened.

"The last part is for you," he spoke, his eyes was yet again the hard and cold forest green that they had been when they had first met each other.

He nodded and caught the piece of paper in his hand but waited till Derek had left to look down and read.

Isaac. My lover, my everything and so much more.

I don't even know what to say. We got so little time together and I'm sorry man, I really am. But you gotta promise me that you'll living without me.

I will in return promise to remember all the stolen moments along we had. All the kisses we shared, the heated arguments were you tried to get me to admit how scared I was and how I always shouted back that I wasn't afraid, that nothing could scare me.

Well, I lied.

I was scared out of my mind. I was so scared that I woke up screaming every fucking night; I was so scared that I would lose my family again. I was so scared that I would lose you.

I know you saw right through me. I mean, you saw me at my worst, saw me when I woke up screaming, claws and fangs out. The only thing you would do was pull me close and hush me and kiss my tears away. You knew the truth and yet you didn't throw it in my face.

I'm guessing that it's now I'm supposed to say that you were right all the time, that this could only end in blood and fire, that we had tempted fate too much.

I wish I could have grown old with you, adopted a kid along the way, giving it a nice life, free of pain and suffering like ours were.

To just sit in our old house and look through pictures together, laugh at the happy times and cry at the sad ones. Sometimes I even considered how it would be to marry you, to fully be yours.

You're probably crying right now, mourning me. It's okay to cry Isaac. I would love to say I died a hero but I didn't. I died broken and angry, no regards for what I put myself through as long as the people I loved would live.

You know I shouldn't even have survived the first fire. The doctors gave up on me but Laura wouldn't let them, wouldn't let them let me die. I'm happy she did that cause if she hadn't I wouldn't have met you.

So Isaac, my pretty, pretty Isaac, I love you with all my heart and I always will. The only regret I have is that I never told you I loved you enough times, that we didn't make love to each other enough times. But I think that the most important thing is that we loved each other and that's a thing I don't regret.

There's not enough words in the world to describe how much I will miss you so if you ever read this, just know that the lack of words are a sign of how much it was hurting me to say goodbye to you.

I would ask you to live, just like I have told Derek and Peter, but I know that it won't matter. There's a reason why when one mate die, the other follow. I'm sorry Isaac, I'm sorry for the pain you will have to go through because of me. I'm sorry for everything.

Goodbye my sweet love, promise to always remember me.

Scott wasn't right, he wasn't crying, he was wailing his pain for the world to hear. He clutched the paper closer to his chest and laid down on the bed, the tears running freely down his cheeks.

So many things was in the letter and yet it wasn't enough for Isaac, not enough of his mate's last parting words. So much to do and not nearly enough time to do it all.

His breath hitched when a howl tore through the night and he shot out of the bed and was in the living-room in enough time to see both Derek's and Peter's eyes flash red.

"What was that?" he asked, even if he somewhat already knew.

"An Alpha," Peter absentminded answered, "And an angry one at that." He said and shuddered.

"What would an Alpha be doing here?" He didn't really want to ask but felt like he had to.

Isaac looked back at Derek to see the man looking concentrated, like he was trying to hear something that he couldn't quite hear.

Finally he shook his head and huffed out a breath. Nothing.

He turned around to walk back to his room again when yet another howl cut through the night, this time sharper, a hint of desperation could be heard in it, the anger gone and replaced by raw fear.

His own eyes responded by glowing a soft golden and his own wolf was whining pitifully at the sounds he could hear.

Alexander POV.

'Fuck' they were done. He couldn't get away from the hunters and at that point he had thrown caution to the wind and howled his anger and despair out, cause damn it, he wouldn't let Scott die, they hadn't come this far for it all to just end in blood again.

He could hear the ragged breathing of the teen in his arms, the only real sign that he was still alive and the only thing keeping serious panic from taking over Ace's actions.

Another shot rang out, this time much too close to comfort. He realized his mistake too late. He had run out in a clearing, to grass short and nothing to hide behind or underneath.

When he reached the middle he stopped and turned around to face the hunters.

There were two men and one woman. He didn't recognize the men but the woman, or more like girl he did.

He snarled when she aimed her crossbow at him and said in a too cold and monotone voice, making him shiver and his lips curl back in a snarl.

"Give him over and we'll let you go."

He could have stopped his laugh even if he had tried. Did she really think he was that stupid? That would only sign both his own and Scott's death warrant, not the opposite.

The two men looked at him like he was mad, something he wasn't fast to decline.

"How about no," a voice came from behind the hunters, trapping them between a protective Alpha and…

"Mother," he whimpered.

A/N.
Please tell me if it was an epic cliffhanger.
I kind of fell in love with this chapter but I think I and you will fall even more in love with the next. I can guarantee fluff, tears and oh… the feeling of motherly wrath.
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