A/N.
Do you like my updates? I do.
Thank you so much to GFM and Izi Wilson for reviewing. To GFM, I laughed at my ending a little too.
Izi, No, Melissa isn't a hunter, she just knew of the supernatural world.
Scott is in a flash back by Alexander, nick named Shay, reason behind it will be said later.
I'm not so satisfied with this chapter but it will have to do for now, I can always go back and edit it.
Be aware that this chapter was written on a pain killer high, reason why is in the end note.
Chapter twenty.
Like a madman laughing at the rain.
"I trusted you and you let that trust down."
Alexander POV.
"Mother," he whimpered.
He starred in shock but only a second passed before Allison's bow was pointed towards the woman in a long black winter coat.
"You shouldn't play with fire, hunter. Lay your weapon down and four people might live to see another sunrise," his mother said, her voice cold.
He was broken away when he heard Scott's breath stutter and his mother turned towards them.
"Take him to Deaton; there was wolf bane in that trap." Her voice was just a little less cold than before.
"Fuck," he muttered and turned around to continue his run towards help, he had no doubt that his mother could handle herself; she wasn't an Alpha for nothing.
When he reached to trees again, he speed up, going as fast as he dared with his precious cargo. He almost relaxed when a howl cut through the night, chilling him to the bone. Shit, they had heard him howl.
Praying to a God that had long ago given up on him, that they would not see him or Scott, he reached the road, happy for the cover that the darkness provided; that the moon wasn't full.
That they were both still alive.
He heaved after breath when he carefully laid Scott down on the ground, he needed a break or else he couldn't get them to Deaton and all the hard work would be wasted.
He couldn't bury his brother yet again.
His ears caught the sound of an engine and he tensed, they weren't covered by the trees and would be clearly visible from the road.
His lips curled back in a snarl when the head lights of the car hit him before he could react, and the car came to a sudden screech, tires making black lines in the road.
He didn't know the car but he tensed even more when the door to the driver site, opened, a tall man stepping out, his hair white as snow and face worn by age.
A wicked smile spread over the man's face when he saw the two people on the road and Ace moved to hover protectively over Scott when he stepped closer, a sound passing his lips, one that could have passed for anything but a snarl.
He let his eyes change color and his nails lengthen to claws, he refused to back down from the man.
The old man sighed, almost like he was disappointed that it wouldn't be that easy for him that he might actually had to fight for what he wanted.
"I admire you wolf, whether it's for your stupidity or bravery, I have yet to know. Now move or I will shoot both of you, "he said and raised a gun, pointing it at Scott's head.
"You act like you won't do it anyway." Anger was visible in the tone of his voice.
The old man shrugged, almost like he was saying 'Fair enough'.
The man chuckled and smirked at them. "I can't let you get away alive," he said and pointed at Scott with the gun loose in his hand, "And he's already dying from the wolf bane in his system, won't be much longer and he'll be dead and buried again." He smiled cruelly, "Just like the rest of your family."
Ace snarled and he would have attacked if it had not been for the gun shot that went off not even a second later after the old man had spoken. He watched with dead eyes as the man fell over, blood tickling from the corner of his mouth, a red hole in the back of his head and one less heartbeat along the road.
"Get in the car," a voice spoke, causing him to tense before he looked up in the blue eyes of a stranger, a still smoking gun in his right hand and a car behind him.
Carefully he scented the air and relaxed a little more.
The teen was a werewolf.
He froze and scented the air again; a tang of bitter relief and pain was in the air made him curse before he finally stood up with Scott again.
"Your Alpha knows you're here?" he asked as he was helped into the car, the teen's hand lingering a touch on his brother's face before he turned and got into the driver's seat.
The beta sighed "Derek aren't my Alpha," he said and turned around in the seat, his eyes shifting to Scott and he nodded at Scott.
"He is."
The rest of the drive was spent in silence, Scott's sate not improving and the wolf bane was finally making itself known and he wasn't sure for how much longer that Scott could hold on. He was still weak after being brought back from the dead but judging by the weak sound of the older teen's heartbeat, he didn't have much longer.
"Drive faster," he spoke and tightened his hold around Scott when the car sped up, when he looked at the dashboard; they were driving 130 km/h.
"Fast enough," the younger wolf teased, a small smile around his lips and Alexander could see what had entranced his brother.
Despite the saturation that they were in, he allowed himself to smile a little. Barely five minutes in a car with the teen and he already liked him.
Isaac POV.
His smile faltered when he caught sight of Scott in the rear mirror, blood tickling out of his mate's mouth and the scent of blood was nauseating.
The car came to a halt in front of the vet clinic and he was out of the car before it had fully stopped moving, opening the door for the Alpha that held Scott, his heart hammering in his chest.
He walked and ran in front of them and opened the door. Deaton was already ready for them, he had called when he had felt Scott's pain and had not said anything else than he was needed at the clinic and he would get Scott there.
To their credit, the black man didn't say anything when they entered and made the Alpha lay Scott on a metal table, immediately getting to work on him.
He saw Deaton look at the older man before talking.
"Alexander, take Isaac out in the waiting room and explain what happened."
The man, Alexander, tensed, his eyes darting from Scott to the vet before he swallowed thickly and walked out of the door.
"You know him?" he dared to ask.
Deaton shook his head and smiled, "No, but I know of a pack that bears the same mark that he bears on his arm. Now follow him, I'll take care of Scott."
His lips twisted and Deaton sighed, "I can't work with you here…it reminds me of when…." He ended and his face and scent was what made him turn around and walk out to join Alexander.
Alexander POV.
He leaned up against one of the walls facing the room that held Scott, only looking up when Isaac entered, his face passive but his eyes and scent told the older Alpha everything he needed to know.
"How did you do it?" the beta asked.
He sighed and shook his head, "I paid in blood," was all he answered.
He heard the teen sigh.
"He was scared, you know. Woke up screaming every night, he talked in his sleep too. I'm still not sure he was even aware that he did it."
He looked up to see the beta smile sadly and his heart clenched.
"Every time he woke up screaming, he would open his eyes and look at me…and for just a short second, just a short one, he looked betrayed, hurt." Startling blue eyes looked at him.
"And I now know that it was because every time he woke, he would hope that every bad thing that had happened to him had all just been a very bad dream."
He didn't know what to say to that. What could he say?
"You're mates," he said instead.
Just as a cold feeling invaded his chest, squeezing his lungs, Isaac replied.
"But you were more." He said and looked down in his lap, "You were brothers."
After the first ten minutes, he began to pace the room, once in a while, stopping to look hopefully at the door, but there were not really any sounds coming from the room other than the two heart beats.
Isaac wasn't doing much better. For a wolf that had lost his mate, he was doing better than Alexander had expected, but then again, he hadn't really looked surprised when he had seen Scott again.
Finally he sat down again, a heavy sigh made the beta look at him.
Isaac POV.
He looked away from the man again and sighed.
"My mother used to pray every night before she went to bed, she would always whisper them, never say them out loud. She always told me that she prayed for her loved ones, for those who could not-would not protect themselves," he smiled sadly.
He jerked when he felt a arm around his shoulders but relaxed into the touch like he was starved.
"Do they not take care of you? Your Alpha?"
"How take care of me do you mean?" he snorted, "I think Peter's trying but he's hurting too much himself to really do anything but smell of grief." He shrugged.
He heard Alexander sigh disappointed before he spoke again.
"It's the Alpha of the pack job to make sure that the members of his pack are alright, not hurting, not unsatisfied or something like that." He heard him sigh before he continued, "It's also their job to look closer after a wolf that has lost their mate. I understand why Peter haven't been in the right state to give you that kind of attention but Derek should have, even just a little can mean a lot," Alexander finished.
He was about to answer him when the door opened and Deaton walked out, a tired and sad expression covered his face, making Isaac's heart drop low.
"He's alive, but..." Deaton looked down before looking at Alexander, "…he won't calm down."
Alexander POV.
That was not supposed to happen, it was not!
"What have you done with him now?" he asked tensely, the Alpha inside him was already straining to their pack mate and he couldn't stop the whine from escaping him.
The vet shot him a look and turned to Isaac.
"Go back to Derek, Isaac and let us handle the problem."
Just as soon as the words were out of the vet's mouth, He knew that it was the wrong thing to say. Isaac wouldn't leave his mate when he was hurt, it was instinct and the vet should know that. You should never separate two mates, if one or both of them were in pain, it would be like signing your own death warrant.
"Isaac's staying right here. Don't make him leave, just go home and let us deal with the rest." He said as calm as he could, one eye on the vet and the other on the beta who's eyes were glowing golden.
For a minute, Deaton looked like he was going to protest but he let his eyes flash crimson and with a heavy sigh, the vet left the building, his footsteps heavy on the floor, the door slamming made both him and Isaac flinch.
He murmured a "Stay," to Isaac and walked into the room where he could smell Scott.
Just as the vet had said the only thing he could see was a scared teen and when his own eyes met Scott's, he saw not only the wolf but also glistering eyes, the eyes of a five year old that were tossed from hands to hands as their pack was slaughtered, ending up in his father's arm and was never seen again.
"Grab your brother and run for cover," a voice yelled at him, thrusting a too silent Shay in his arms and without thinking he ran the other way, his own face was covered in tears too.
"DADDY!" he screamed, another shriek came from the boy when his screaming got the attention of one of the men with weapons and he ran as quickly as he could the other way.
A pair of arms grabbed him and before he could scream, a hand covered his mouth, a voice whispering in his right
ear, "Go find your father and give Scott to him and come back to me, we have to part ways," his mother whispered to him, causing the young boy to look horrified at his mother.
"Ma?"
A gun shot followed by a scream and Alexander was pushed out in the line of fire as he ran in the direction that he knew his father was in, he was protecting the pack-Alpha.
….
He almost ran into the door in his haste to get to his father. Both men looked up when they heard him, his father's face coated in blood, as was the Alpha's.
"Run with him," was all he said and tried to hand his younger brother to his father but the man didn't take the crying child but stepped away from him.
Alexander looked wounded at his father and held his brother closer to his chest, trying to hush the whimpers.
The pack-Alpha crunched in front of them and laid a hand on his shoulder and while he spoke in his deep voice, he pointed at his father.
"Alexander, that man isn't your father, he's a family friend, Peter's already fled. You should run too, take your brother and run, find Peter," he said.
The young boy swallowed thickly and fought back the tears that were welling up in his eyes again and the man behind the Alpha whispered, "Sorry."
He looked down and pressed a gentle kiss to his brother's forehead and ran out of the door, never to be seen again.
He sat on the table and hugged his brother closer to him, trying to give him comfort that way. He sighed and finally asked, "Do you want me to send Isaac in?"
The name of the beta raised a whimper in his younger brother and he began to reach out, causing Ace to chuckle and call the beta's name.
The door opened carefully and Isaac stepped inside slowly. It wasn't what Scott wanted and he struggled against his hold, both hands reaching out for his mate, Isaac smiling at the display.
"Take care of him, I have a few people to kill." Isaac nodded seriously and as soon as he had sat down on the ground, Scott, despite his leg wound and the remaining wolf bane, scrambled into his lap and was shaking so violently that it was a wonder he wasn't falling apart.
A/N.
Updates might be a little weird, just got a new puppy and need her to settle down a little before I can continue as before. That and it's hard to write on PC with only one arm; crushed my wrist when someone smashed a heavy door closed, apparently they didn't 'see' that I hadn't removed my hand.
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