Epilogue

Stiles' bat made contact with the rogue werewolf's head, dropping it to the ground. "Did I get it?"

Malia rushed over, dragging the stunned werewolf to his feet. "You got it."

Stiles sighed in relief, limping out from where he'd had to stop to catch his breath.

Peter and Phoebe stepped into the clearing, dragging two other werewolves. The three had invaded their territory and had been unwilling to leave. Malia dropped the other werewolf on the others.

Clapping a hand on his friend's back, Stiles nodded to him. "Good job. Want to take care of the rest," Peter's First Beta asked.

Scott McCall, still winded from his asthma, nodded. Taking the mountain ash out of the jar, he formed a ring around the werewolves. Once they were sealed, Peter and Stiles could question them and when they were done, they could take them to the new Eichen House, unofficially an extension of the sheriff's department.

There had been fewer threats to the pack since Peter and Phoebe had taken over the territory, but some still remained. The pack trusted no one but each other, but their bonds were strong. They would defend their territory from all threats, and if Scott helped out sometimes, that was okay, but he wasn't pack.