Chapter 10

"Alpha Hale. Big Brother, You're a wolf/!" the redhead strangled incredulously, as his head snapped back and forth between the two Hale siblings.

"Oh yeah, I think you broke your wolf Kenzi," Stiles said with weak amusement.

"Thanks a lot, Stiles." Kenzi muttered under her breath, as she replied to the fae werewolf. "Way to use those deductive reasoning skills D-man. Yes, I'm a werewolf. Anything else, you want to know?"

"I'd like to know who this is actually McKenza." Derek said in that big brother trying to be the macho badass in front of little sisters potential new boyfriend for intimidation purposes, kind of way.

"Not now, Derek" Kenzi said in an aggravated tone as she stared at the other werewolf in the warehouse. Dyson was being entirely too still, right now.

"Yes now, McKenza considering we have the Alpha Pack in our territory, our sister is suffering from a form of wolves bane that even Peter doesn't recognize and humans are getting sick, disappearing and dying at an alarming rate all around this town. On top of all that we now have this strange wolf, an Omega no less. Coming into our territory apparently following my sister home from wherever she's been…"

A hand came to rest on the taller man's shoulder as Stiles said soothingly, "Chill. Be calm Derek. Red eyes are totally cool on you but considering we already had a run in tonight with several of them, not really a good time. I will see if I can do something about Cora once you take me over there. As for Kenzi and her wolf, isn't it obvious? He followed her home and the next words out of her mouth are probably going to be, "Can we keep him?"

Before Kenzi could confirm or deny this suggestion, the Spark continued, "To which the appropriate Alpha response would be, "He'll be your responsibility. You have to feed him, and water him, and train him. The responsibility of raising and training a werewolf is a very serious matter and you should think long and hard about what it is your taking on young lady."

All three of the werewolves stared at the Spark for a few minutes. "Yeah, so apparently when you really get your strength zapped by doing something totally stupid like stop a magical attack by sheer will. It saps the energy but the magic still has to do something with itself like make you think of crazy, random out of the box things. Like I don't think the Alpha's have anything to do with any of the missing people or dying people or even the poisoning. I think that's something or someone else entirely who is maybe either trying to draw attention to the Alphas or frame them for it. So who besides every single wolf pack they've ever encountered would have a grudge?"

"Why do you think it would be someone other than another wolf pack?" asked Dyson curiously of the Spark who was babbling but also making incredibly a lot of sense.

"Let's face it," Stiles said as though they were having a perfectly normal conversation, "Other than the members who end up joining their little menagerie, do they really leave anyone else alive?"

While all three werewolves were mulling over that train of thought the Spark added, "And by the way I think I may have figured out how to save Cora." Stiles said just before his eyes rolled back in his head and Derek barely kept him from sliding to the ground in a dead faint.

~O~

"I did not faint," Stiles argued with Kenzi as Derek carried him into the Stilinski household and put him on the couch. The she-wolf did not argue the point instead heading to the kitchen to get a bottled water out of the fridge. "I passed out."

"And what is the difference exactly?" Kenzi asked the Spark as she handed him the water.

"It sounds more manly," Stiles said quickly before downing half of the bottle in one continuous gulp. The Hale siblings gave each other matching expressions of exasperated affection.

Meanwhile Dyson who had followed the trio on his motorcycle was doing what he did best, investigating. He noticed but didn't tamper with the files on the dining room table with the official looking seal on the front of the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department. He noticed and studied for several minutes the family photos. Mother but only up to a certain age for the boy. Father in uniform. Boy grown into young man sadder eyes after mother no longer appeared in photos. Another young man appeared in several of the photos olive-skinned, dark eyes the two with arms around each other in many of the photos. More recent photos with a larger group of teens and young adults. The Pack he imagined.

Then he looked again at the mother, and something in the eyes caught his attention. He studied her familiar looking face before it kicked in. What he was seeing, who he was seeing. He turned to study the by now sitting a little more upright on the couch, face a little less pale. Human fae hybrids were not supposed to be possible. Yes a human and a fae could have children but to his knowledge the offspring weren't supposed to be able to carry any fae traits or abilities.

Yet sitting on the rather ugly couch in this mundane human living room was just that. A human Spark with fae blood. More importantly he had a feeling that the woman in the photos was a missing fae who was long thought assassinated by the Morrigan. Evony who was thought to have assassinated her sister Claudia to gain the position of the Morrigan, leader of the dark fae.

Derek caught the other werewolf staring at Stiles. It wasn't a predatory look, it was a calculating gaze though and the Alpha felt the need to remind the Omega whose territory he was in, and just who this human belonged to. It was bad enough the other was after his sister, he couldn't have Stiles too. At least not without a fight.

The low level growl left Dyson catching a whine in his throat and had him feeling the need to expose his throat. His eyes snapped over to Alpha Hale who was glaring at him with glowing red eyes. His face shifted even as Dyson stared at him. Dyson lowered his eyes swiftly, but not before he saw Kenzi shaking her head with a rueful expression on her face.

"You've been alone way to long D-man. You've forgotten all about Pack protocols and hierarchy. You're not in this Pack, you don't look at any of its members without permission. What are you doing here anyway?" asked the Goth, tilting her head slightly to study the other werewolf. "If Bo sent you after me, I told her I needed some personal time."

"No, Bo didn't send me. Matter of fact she doesn't even know I'm here. No one does really. I gave them the same excuse you did. Taking some personal time." Dyson said vaguely keeping his eyes lowered.

"Okay," the young woman said drawing out the syllables, "Still doesn't explain why you're here."

Dyson looked up and met Kenzi's eyes seriously and then flinched as he glanced in Derek's direction. "It's a personal matter, that I'd like to discuss with you personally." His eyes pleaded with the younger woman to understand and cooperate.

"Fine!" Kenzi finally said, "Let's step outside shall we?" She turned to glare at her brother, who glared right back. "No listening in. Stiles would you mind making sure he doesn't?"

Stiles picked a magazine up off the coffee table and began rolling it up before smacking one end in his other hand experimentally, "Sure no problem." he responded cheekily.

"You wouldn't dare," Derek growled, flashing his Alpha eyes at the human.

Stiles only grinned at the werewolf and said, "Yep I would, I might even add a little Spark to it." he added, "So behave."

"Stiles?" the Alpha whined his face melting back to his more human appearance, as he gave the Spark a wounded expression. Feeling a little bad about scolding the Alpha for just being an Alpha. Stiles stepped forward and patted the Alpha on his bearded cheek.

"She's your sister first Derek," he said seriously, "She deserves a little privacy, but you can still keep an ear out for the Alpha's just in case." He said to ease the wolves mind, "But only the Alpha's." As he walked past the older man into the kitchen to make himself something to eat he was starving.

~O~

"You three continue to disappoint me," Decaulion said mildly as he studied the three werewolves in front of him. "I don't need to explain how unwise that is do I?"

"The boy had power, how were we supposed to know he had power?" Kali said defensively. "And the girl fought us, and fought well."

Decaulion glared at them and then rolled his eyes as he said, "Of course she fought well, she's an Argent. Another reason I wanted her. She fought well because she's been taught to fight and kill our kind since before she could walk."

"As for Stiles are you sure he has power or was it just that the girl and Derek have been training him on how to fight our kind and you were just too weak to fight off two humans." the Alpha asked.

"There was the other werewolf too." Aiden cried defensively.

"Yes the mysterious other werewolf," Decaulion said with silky suspicion, "Who is he?"

"We don't know," Kali admitted a little worriedly as evidenced by the tapping of one of her toe claws on the cement floor agitatedly. "He's not one of theirs he doesn't even smell like them. I think he might have been an Omega."

"You. Three Alpha werewolves had our asses handed to you by two humans and an Omega?" he asked incredulously. Before they could answer his cane snapped out across all three of their faces, to mark them. He really ahted it when strangers interfered with his plans. "Find out who he is." When they still stood around, stinging from his rebuke, he roared, "Now!"

He heard them scramble for the door, as he muttered despondently, "It's so hard to get good help these days."