Kira breathed a sigh of relief after she finished saying her piece and Scott began talking again. She was nervous about telling everyone. She wasn't sure how they'd react and she was too nervous to look at their faces to see. Most of the pack members' attention had shifted back to the alpha, who was telling them everything he knew about the hunters and what else was happening, but Kira could still feel Stiles' eyes on her. She glanced over at him, making eye contact in hopes he'd look away, but he just kept staring at her in concern.

She decided to ignore him and turned her attention back to Scott. She relaxed and leaned against Derek, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hand was still in Allison's, a quiet reassurance that she would be there for her. Between Derek and Allison, Kira felt a little less nervous about the situation than she had previously. She was still afraid of the hunters and what might happen, but something about their presence made it seem like it might all be okay.

There were still some unanswered questions after Scott had finished. "So what do we do?" Liam asked. "And are they only after Kira?"

"Well," Scott answered, "right now they only know about Kira and they're looking for her specifically, but from the sounds of it, they won't hesitate to hunt down the rest of us, too."

"So we need to protect her," Stiles interjected. "We have to do whatever we can to make sure she's safe."

"I don't want any of you to get hurt because of me," Kira protested. "If something were to happen, I "

"You're part of our family now, Kira," Scott interrupted. "We care about you. We're not going to let anyone hurt you. We're going to keep you safe."

Derek wrapped his arms around Kira and held her tight. "We're here for you. I'm here for you," he told her. She could feel his warm breath against her ear. "I'm going to protect you. I'm not going to let them touch you." Kira nodded reluctantly. She had to accept that they were going to help her no matter what she said.

Kira had a hard time paying attention to the rest of the conversation. While they were coming up with a plan, she couldn't stop the what if's that were racing through her mind. What if someone got hurt, what if someone was killed, what if someone was tortured, what if everyone was killed… it would all be her fault. What if she would have just stayed away? Everyone would be safer.

/

It had been almost a week since Kira had told the pack the truth and so far nothing had happened. Allison's dad had called the hunters again and they were definitely in town, but they were keeping a low profile. Kira hadn't left the house for days. If she needed something, someone else always went to get it for her. She was always around people. Derek set an alarm so he woke up before she did, and at least one pack member came over at 9 a.m. daily. It was getting to be a little exhausting.

Surprisingly, she woke up before Derek's alarm. She crawled off the foot of the bed and quickly disabled it. Derek deserved to get a lot more rest than he'd been getting recently. They were still practicing his avi-wolf abilities in secret, which usually meant late at night, after everyone had finally gone home. Kira knew that it took quite a toll on his body, and the added stress from their current situation was not helping. She quietly looked through the dresser for a pair of shorts, pulling them on before going into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. It was early enough that she'd be able to watch the sun rising, so she took it onto the balcony and sat on one of the chairs, her knees pulled up to her chest.

The air was a little chillier than she'd expected, but it wasn't long until she felt the warm rays of sunlight on her skin. This was the most time she'd had to herself in the past week. It was incredibly relaxing. Derek hadn't even wanted her to go out on the balcony alone. He was worried someone would grab her from there. Kira had pointed out that it wasn't likely to happen and he eased up a little bit. She understood that he was worried about her and wanted her to be safe, she felt the same way about him, but having people around her all the time made her feel like a child.

She wasn't sure how long she was out there before she heard the glass door slide open and felt Derek's warm hands on her shoulders. "Good morning," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before taking a seat on the chair next to her.

"Morning," she smiled. "How'd you sleep?"

"It was okay," Derek replied. "My alarm didn't go off this morning," he gently poked her in the ribs, "you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

"No way," Kira scoffed. "You probably just turned it off in your sleep or something," she teased. "Ugh, nine already?" she groaned when there was a sharp knock at the front door. She trudged inside to answer it. "Hey, Stiles," she did her best to smile as she ushered him in.

"Morning, Kira," Stiles grinned. "Where's Derek?"

"Out on the balcony," she answered. "You can join him if you want. I'm going to take a shower." As Kira walked towards the bathroom, she heard Stiles mutter under his breath that he'd rather join her. She pretended that she didn't hear it and closed the door behind her. Boy, did she need a long, hot shower.

Kira stayed in the shower for as long as she could, but it stopped being pleasant when the hot water ran out. Both guys were in the kitchen when she emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, her wet hair pulled back into a slick ponytail. "Hi," Derek greeted her with a chaste kiss when she joined them. "So, I have to go pick up a few things. Stiles is going to stay here with you, okay?" She knew that by "a few things" he meant things from the vault, probably something he needed for practice tonight.

"Yeah, sure. Just don't be too long," Kira replied. It's not that she minded Stiles, she just didn't like being alone with him for prolonged periods of time. Derek gave her another quick kiss before he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. "Did you already have breakfast?" she asked Stiles after Derek was gone.

"Yeah," Stiles nodded. "I'm good."

"Okay… well, I have some cleaning to do, so if you want you can go do whatever you want," she told him before getting to work emptying the dishwasher. She could still feel him watching her, and she was getting a little tired of it. "Is there something I can help you with, Stiles?" She turned to face him.

"No, I'm okay," Stiles replied, shaking his head.

"Can you go be okay somewhere else?" Kira snapped. "Sorry," she added, "I just need a bit of space.

He apologized and retreated to the living room, leaving her to work in peace. Kira had just put a pan of cookies into the oven when there was another knock at the door. She glanced at the time, it wasn't even eleven o'clock yet. They weren't expecting anyone else to show up until the afternoon, so she was a little hesitant as she made her way to the door. At that moment, she really wished they had a peephole or something in the door so they could see who was on the other side. Her breath caught in her throat as she carefully opened the door. When she couldn't see anyone there, she closed it as quickly as she could, frantically trying to lock it. But before she could, they had opened the door. Then everything went dark.

/

When Derek opened the front door he was greeted by the smell of cookies burning in the oven. 'Something's wrong,' he thought instantly. In the months they'd been together, Kira had never burnt anything. She was forgetful, but not when it came to baking. He rushed into the kitchen to find it empty, a bowl of cookie dough on the counter and the pan burning in the oven. "Kira?" he called, hoping she'd be there. "Stiles?" He turned off the oven and took the cookies out so they wouldn't burn down the entire building. He was walking towards the balcony when he saw it. Blood.

There was a pool of blood on the carpet in the living room. It was a substantial amount and made him more eager to find Kira. He heard something coming from the bathroom and ran in to find more blood. "Kira?" Derek yelled. He pulled back the shower curtain to find Stiles, bound up and gagged. "Where is she?" he demanded as he helped Stiles out of his binds.

"I… I don't know. They just came in and took her. I tried… I tried to stop them, but they said they'd kill her if I didn't stop. One of them knocked me out and threw me in the shower," Stiles babbled. "I'm sorry."

"Is this her blood? Derek asked urgently.

"I… I don't know," Stiles replied. "Some of it might be mine, but they'd cut her up pretty badly."

"Okay, okay," Derek took a deep breath. "Did you hear them say anything else?"

"Uh… I heard them say that she was going to join her mom. Then they said something about her dad telling them everything. And there was something about you. They thought I was you at first, and they were gonna kill me, but when they found out I wasn't they just tied me up instead," Stiles recalled. "What do they want with you?"

Derek closed his eyes and took another shaky breath. "I don't know," he lied. "You need to call Scott. Tell them that they have her," he instructed. "I'm going to see if I can catch Kira's scent. Tell Scott to call me when he has a plan." Stiles nodded and he bolted outside.

Derek wanted to believe that he'd be able to find her easily, but he had a sinking feeling in his chest. He shouldn't have left her alone with Stiles, of all people. He should've waited until Malia was there that afternoon. At least she would've been able to do something. If they killed Kira before he could get to her, he didn't know what he'd do. Although, he suspected that if they knew about the prophecy they'd want to keep her alive until they found him. 'It's okay. Kira's a fighter,' he told himself over and over. She'd be okay. She had to be okay.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been trying to find her when his phone rang. "Scott?"

"We have a plan," Scott replied. There was no time for pleasantries. We got Allison's dad to call the Warkentins and pretend that he wanted to meet them, so they gave him their address. We're not sure if that's where they brought her, but we're hoping it is, so we're going to follow him there. He'll give us a signal whether it is or isn't and if it is, we'll break in and get her." He gave Derek the address and told him to be in the area in about half an hour.

/

Kira woke up to complete and utter darkness. The pitch black was suffocating and it felt like it consumed all of her senses. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and tried using something other than sight to figure out where she was. It felt like she was on some kind of metal table, bound by thick, rusty chains. Instinctively, she tried yelling for help, but she realized she was gagged. There was no one around, even the hunters were somewhere else. It was absolutely silent. There were no street sounds or sounds of nature. She didn't have any clues to tell her where she was.

She struggled against the chains and her whole body ached. A burning sensation spread throughout her arm before she felt something warm and wet sliding down the delicate skin. It was blood. She was bleeding. 'This is it,' she thought, tears stinging her eyes. 'I'm going to die.'

A few minutes later, Kira heard a loud clanging, followed by a bright flash of light. She screwed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. They were going to kill her. She could hear three, maybe four people coming down a set of metal stairs, not even bothering to try to keep the volume down. This place must be somewhere remote. When she could finally see, she caught a glimpse of two large men the ones who'd come to her house. She heard them laughing as they dropped something onto what sounded like another metal table. It was followed by the clinking of chains. They were tying someone up. Who had they taken?

She closed her eyes when they started to walk her way, not wanting them to know she was awake. They'd rolled the other table so it was beside her. She wanted to look, but she knew that she couldn't as long as they were there.

"I wonder how long this bitch'll be out," one of the men mused.

"I gotta way to find out," the other responded. Kira felt his presence looming over her before she felt the blinding pain of a knife being stuck in her side. She couldn't stop herself from crying out as he dragged the blade all the way down to her hip, creating a huge gash. "She ain't out anymore," he said as he leaned over Kira with a wicked grin on his face.

Kira was struggling to steady her breathing, willing her body to start healing. She didn't know how much blood she'd already lost, but she probably couldn't afford to lose much more. She could feel the men watching her and hear them laughing at her pain. Anger welled up in the pit of her stomach. She'd never felt as much hatred as she did towards those two men. They were the ones who had killed her mother. They'd probably done it with a grin on their face. They probably thought it was hysterical.

The anger inside of her made her determined to get free. Someone would find her. They had to. And when they did, her first order of business would be getting revenge on these awful people.

When the men finally started to walk away, Kira quickly stole a glance at the table beside her. She felt a lump growing in her throat. Oh no. No. No, it couldn't be.

Allison.