Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: Here you go, the Alpha reveals his face and targets poor Erica, her pack aren't happy with that.
The Hale Pack: I'm the Alpha.
"You can be powerful. Like me."
"I can?" Erica asked hopefully, looking up at the man, who smiled at her.
"All you have to do" The man grabbed her wrist and pulled it to his mouth "is say yes."
"Get away from her!" Stiles called out in anger, charging towards Erica and the man.
"Peter?"
"Erica, run!"
"C'mon, Erica."
"Help,"
"She's bleeding!"
"Please, help her!"
"Stiles!"
"Stiles, we gotta go!"
"Stiles, it's too late."
"There's nothing we can do."
"Stiles!"
Stiles shot up in bed gasping for breath. "Derek! Derek, where are you?"
Stiles stumbled out of bed. "Derek?" Stiles couldn't seem to catch his breath, his heart pounded in his chest. Stiles used anything he could find as support, trying to get out of the room and find Derek. "Derek? Derek!" Stiles made it to the top of the stairs before collapsing to his knees "Derek" Stiles gasped one last time before losing to his panic attack. Stiles gripped the carpet as he tried to force air into his lungs.
"Stiles?" Derek's voice called out, "Are you home?" There was a shuffling sound then he heard his mate's voice again. "Hey Sti- Stiles?" Stiles heard Derek rushing up the stairs.
"Stiles? Baby, what's wrong?" Derek asked in concern. "Is-is this a panic attack? Baby look at me." Stiles met Derek's eyes.
"I can't- I can't- breathe. I-I can't- Der- I-" Stiles gasped, voice flooded with fear,
"Shh, shh, baby, look at me okay. You just need to focus, okay? Focus on my voice." Derek's efforts seemed to be in vain as Stiles continued to hyperventilate.
"But she's, Derek, she's-" Derek cut Stiles off by placing a passionate kiss to his lips. The mates got lost in the kiss and by the time they pulled away, Stiles' panic attack had stopped.
"Hey, C'mere" Derek whispered, holding Stiles tight in a hug. "It's okay, you're okay."
"Am I? Derek, I didn't get there in time, she's-" Stiles sobbed into Derek's shoulder.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's not your fault, you hear me? None of it is your fault!" Derek reassured, rubbing Stiles' back comfortingly. "come on, let's go back to bed."
"Hey, where were you? When I woke up-"
"I was at the hospital. I was checking on her. She's stable, but it was touch and go for a while." Derek informed Stiles sadly whilst helping him up and leading him to their room.
"Is this really the time to sleep? Derek, she's in the hospital, we now know who the alpha is, we should be out there, stopping him before he hurts anybody else!" Stiles protested, pulling out of Derek's arms. Derek reached out and grabbed Stiles arm, halting the younger wolves movements.
"Stiles, believe me when I tell you that there is nothing than I want more, than to stop Peter and get justice for my sister. But right now, at this moment in time, I am more concerned about making sure that the love of my life, my mate, is well rested and healthy. I love you, Stiles, more than anything in this world. You are my main priority." Derek assured, pulling his mate closer to him, until they were pressed together. "Nothing will change that." Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck, and pulled his mate into a searing kiss.
Derek pinned Stiles against a wall as the younger male wrapped his legs around Derek's waist. Stiles groaned as Derek kissed and nipped down his neck. "Fu- I love you to Der, so much." Stiles began to grind his hips against his mate, then demanded. "Bedroom. Now."
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"So, Peter has 'vanished' from the hospital." Allison announced as she marched into the Stilinski household the next afternoon, followed by Scott. "So has his nurse, Jennifer." She sighed,dropping her bag by the coffee and flopping onto the couch.
"Jennifer? As in, Erica's nurse Jennifer?" Stiles asked walking over with two steaming mugs of coffee.
"One and the same." Allison nodded, gratefully accepting the mug offered to her. "Thanks. There's more."
"How much more?" Derek asked, handing a mug of hot chocolate to Scott, who sat next to Allison on the couch. Derek sat on one of the armchairs and, at Derek's pointed look, Stiles took the other one.
"The cops searched her locker, found a bunch of stolen medication. Pills, injections, other stuff, most notably epinephrine." Allison stated, causing Stiles' eyes to widen in shock.
"Seriously?" Stiles asked, bug-eyed, Allison nodded in confirmation before sipping her coffee. "Wow, that's... insane."
Scott looked between the two in confusion, unsure as to what was going on. "What's eperni- epinf-"
"Epinephrine." Stiles informed him, placing his, now half empty, mug on the coffee table. "It's an untraceable heart stimulus. It's used to treat cardiac arrest. However, in high enough doses, it can actually cause it."
"Yeah, and after looking through the records, they've found that 75% of heart attack victims died while she was on call. Even patients who don't have a history of heart problems, like Garrison Meyers."
"it makes sense that she's in on it." Derek stated thoughtfully. "She's taken on an angel of death persona, and the chances are, she probably tried to kill Peter, given that he has spent six years in a coma, she'd see him as the perfect target. But his body would get rid of the drug before it could take effect. And she had to have noticed him missing from his room at some point." Stiles nodded in agreement, then a thought occurred to him.
"She's probably the one who used the computer."
"What computer?" Allison and Scott asked in unison.
"When Danny came over to work on our project earlier, I convinced him to trace the text, the one that lured you guys to the school." Stiles started, leaning forwards slightly and making a lot of hand gestures as he explained. "Turns out it was sent from a computer at the hospital. Melissa's computer."
Scott's head shot up, his eye's wide in shock. "My mum? No, m-my mum wouldn't do that." He stated, shaking his head in denial. Allison set a hand on his arm, trying to calm her boyfriend.
"Dude, calm down, we never thought that, not even for a second." Stiles insisted. Scott let out a sigh of relief and relaxed visibly. "Besides, even if we did, she wasn't working that night. At first we thought that it was Peter, but we couldn't figure out how he did it without anyone seeing him. It all makes sense now that we know his nurse is helping him."
"Quick question." Allison said, a thoughtful expression on her face. "How did you convince Danny to trace the text?" Derek immediately glared at Stiles, who looked like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Yes, Stiles. How did you do that?" Derek asked mockingly.
"Let's just say.." Stiles began nervously, unsure of how to get himself out of this mess. "I'd make a great pimp."
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"How did Stilinski manage that?" Jackson asked Allison in the hospital waiting room later that day.
"He 'accidentally' spilt a drink down Derek's shirt, so Derek took off his shirt, planning to get a clean one. Only to find that the closet door was mysteriously jammed. He went to the draws, only to find that none of his shirts were in there. He was able to find one of Stiles' that fit, only to be told that it 'wasn't his colour' by Danny. So he basically just sat there shirtless the entire time." Allison explained with a giggle.
"Wow, I don't know whether to punch Stilinski for manipulating my best friend, or applaud him." Jackson shook his head with a chuckle. "How is everyone? Have they found Peter yet?" Jackson asked as Scott and Stiles approached with a tray of drinks and food.
"Not yet, but we're still looking. His nurse is involved, she was killing her patients with an untraceable drug. We think she tried to do the same to Peter, but she couldn't because of, y'know." She said as a doctor walked past. Scott sat down next to Allison and started dispersing food.
"How's she doing?" Scott asked, gesturing towards a room door.
"She's still unconscious. They, uh, they can't find the cause of it." Allison quickly swiped at her eyes and sniffled slightly.
"So they don't know how to fix it." Jackson's tone was bitter and annoyed.
"Hey, look, we'll figure this out." Scott assured them both immediately. "Trust me, if there's anything you can count on, it's that Stiles always has a plan." Allison nodded in agreement.
"When did either of you last get some sleep?" Stiles asked in concern, taking a bite of a pre-made sandwich, grimacing at the bland, tasteless substance.
"I got a couple hours earlier." Allison informed them, taking a swig of coffee. "One of the nurses promised to let me know if there's any news, but so far, nothing."
At that moment, a nurse walked out of the room Scott had gestured to. She did a double take at the group, before a soft smile appeared on her face. "She's still unconscious, but you're welcome to go in and see her, if you'd like." The group agreed and thanked the nurse and made their way into the room.
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Stiles and Allison, were intently staring at the arsenal on Stiles coffee table, less than an hour later. They were assessing their inventory as their respective boyfriends looked on in concern.
"Okay let's go over what we've got one last time." Stiles stated firmly, trying to think of anything they'd forgotten.
"Okay, lethal weapon wise," Allison began and pointed to each weapon as she said it's name. "we've got Nickel Taurus PT92, Beretta 92FS, M1911A1 Colt, Smith And Wesson 5906, Winchester Model 1887 shotgun, Chinese ring daggers, crossbow, compound bow, arrows and self igniting Molotov cocktails."
"Self igniting what?" The sheriff asked in shock as he walked into the room, flanked by two teenagers.
"Molotov cocktails," Stiles stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "Lydia made them to use against the alpha." The sheriff just shook his head in disbelief. "Are we forgetting something?"
The two friends shared a thoughtful look before speaking in unison. "Katana."
"We can pick it up on the way. Now, defensive and capture."
"Right, we've got flash bolts, ultrasonic emitters- Also known as the ear murders." Stiles glared at the devices. "Mountain ash, tasers and silver chains."
"Oh, there's something else." Allison stated, picking up her purse and pulling out a canister.
"Pepper spray?" Stiles asked, incredulously.
"Almost, it's basically the same, except Lydia modified it. It's infused with three types of wolfsbane and tiny particles of mountain ash. She just finished it earlier, she got Jackson to pick up the work when he picked up the other supplies. Best part is, because it's got the basic ingredients of regular pepper spray, we can use it on humans too. Rather than starting a fight and risk tarnishing my record." Allison smiled, admiring the object in her hand. She had this smirk on her face that practically screamed 'I can kick the crap out of any fuckboy in this town without breaking a sweat.' and Stiles felt his admiration for the girl grow. Scott better marry Allison, or Stiles will adopt her. Either way, she's a part of the pack now.
"Well, that explains the smell of her room and why I felt ill and light headed when we went to pick up the cocktails." Stiles shrugged. "Um, yeah, holsters, and ammo." He looked up at Allison "Give 'em hell attitude?"
"Absolutely." Allison grinned, picking up an empty duffel bag from the couch.
"Okay, we need to be very specific about the placement of the weapons." Stiles reminded, picking up the crossbow.
"I know." Allison took the weapon from him and placed it carefully in the bag. "Pass me the Winchester?" Stiles did as she asked.
"Uh, where did you get all of this?" John asked nervously, unsure if he really wanted to know the answer.
"Some from you, some from Lydia, some from my dad's house." Allison shrugged passively as she and Stiles continued packing. "Speaking of which, they'll be back soon, so we need to get the Katana as soon as possible."
"Do you really need a Katana?" Derek asked incredulously.
"Do you really need all of this?" Jackson asked in the same tone
"Yes." Stiles and Allison stated in unison, wearing matching grins on their faces.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Allison assured, grinning and walking toward the group, allowing Stiles to take the bag.
"Hurry up Stiles." Scott ordered, nerves taking over.
"I'm going as fast as I can bitch." Stiles replied with an eye roll, knowing his friend wasn't trying to be hostile.
"Sure you are, jerk."
"Quit arguing ya idjits and let's go." Allison grinned, causing Scott and Stiles to double take at her.
"You watc-"
"I have the best girlfriend in the world!" Scott announced happily, then grabbed Allison and kissed her happily. Allison giggled into the kiss and in that moment, they felt like normal people without the threat of the supernatural hanging over their heads.
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"Okay, just through here," Allison directed her friends through her parent's house to the weapons room. "I can't believe that I actually bought that bullshit story about fire arms dealing. When it came to the guns, sure, why not? But the compound bows, daggers, knives, swords, katana's. God, I am so stupid."
"Hey, no you're not." Scott assured immediately. "You grew up with all of this, but never knowing the full story. That cover was drilled into your head all your life, who would actually think werewolves?" Scott asked rhetorically. "Except for crazy people. And Stiles."
"I'm not sure those two categories are mutually exclusive, but thanks Scott." Allison smiled lovingly, ignoring Stiles' mock-offended 'hey!' "Although, I will admit that when I was about 13, I was certain that my family was secretly Mafia or something."
"How long is this going to take?" Jackson bitched. "And why do five of us need to go get one sword?"
"We might end up getting more than just the katana." Allison glared at Jackson. "Such as a weapon you can actually handle."
"Wait, your family has bb guns?" Stiles asked in faux amazement. "Woah. Are the little plastic 'bullets' laced with wolfsbane?" He faltered slightly as he smelt wolfsbane, making his skin prickle. He glanced at Scott, who had the same reaction.
"Very funny Stilinski." Jackson sneered as Allison taped on the keypad then opened a door, neither noticing the wolves' reactions. Behind the door was a room, approximately 5 square meters big, filled with various weapons. The right wall was dedicated to archery. Multiple bows, varying in shape and size hung on the wall. Some were simple and sleek, others looked to be military grade. The same went for the arrows. Slightly lower down, crossbows were shown in a display case, along with an assortment of arrowheads, each with the Argent crest engraved into them. There was a large mountain ash chest next to the cabinet. The chest was locked shut with three padlocks.
Stiles couldn't focus on much more though, as the strong scent of wolfsbane hit him. The scent was thick in the air, it was hard to tell if the chest contained all of the wolfsbane laced weapons, or if they were spread around the room. Either way, there was so much wolfsbane in the room and flowing into the hall, that Scott and Stiles were choking on it. Literally.
Scott and Stiles were both doubled over in coughing fits, gagging on the poison. "Scott? Stiles? What's wrong?" Allison asked urgently, stepping closer to the wolves, faltering when she noticed both of them starting to shift. The best friends gestured towards the room with clawed hands. Stiles forced himself to look up at the panicked girl.
"Wol-fs-ba-ne." He forced out, and Jackson sprung into action, slamming the door shut. He took his jacket off and rolled it up, then using it to cover the gap under the door, he rushed to kneel in front of the two wolves, who were now collapsed on the floor. Allison was still unsure of what to do when the other girl crouched down before her friends and pulled Scott's old inhaler from her bag. Scott immediately took a hit from it, then handed it to Stiles who did the same, both of them stopped coughing almost immediately.
Jackson and Allison looked at the girl in slight confusion. "I thought it might come in handy as a placebo or something after you told me about the night of the party."
"Good thinking," Allison complimented as she also knelt, looking at her friends in concern, as they were still trying to force air into their lungs. After a couple of minutes, the scent had mostly gone and Stiles and Scott were able to breath easily again.
"Well, that was intense." Stiles breathed out, causing the others to chuckle. Well, Jackson only smirked, but still.
"Yeah, I think we should wait outside while you get what you need." Scott stated, a slight hitch in his breath. "That reminded me a little too much of an asthma attack. I don't really want to repeat it." He stumbled to his feet, shortly followed by Stiles. Allison went to say something but Stiles held his hand up.
"Allison, if you're about to suggest leaving without what we came for, I swear I will punch Scott in the face. There's no way in hell we're suffering through that for nothing, give us three minutes to get out, then get what you need and meet us back at the Jeep." Stiles stated. It wasn't really an order, but it wasn't a request either.
"I'll go with them, whilst you get what you need." The other girl offered and Allison nodded at the suggestion.
"Great. See you in a few." Stiles stated before grabbing the other two and making his way out of the house.
Jackson and Allison waited the allotted time, before moving to go back into the room. "Well, that was very heroic of you." Allison teased as Jackson picked up his jacket.
Jackson scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I only did it so that I didn't have to watch those two losers die." He stated, his douchebag mask reappearing, but Allison didn't need supernatural senses to know that he was lying.
"Right, that's why you knelt beside them and made sure that they were okay." Allison nodded with a knowing smirk, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Totally makes sense." She smiled as she pushed the door open.
"You've been spending too much time with Stilinski." Jackson stated, but there was no heat or malice behind his words and his tone was almost teasing.
"And loving every second." Allison grinned. "He's so funny!"
"He talks too much."
"Just feed him Reese's and curly fries." Allison stated dismissively with a wave of her hand. "Works like a charm." She walked over to the left wall, where the swords hung.
"Really?" Jackson asked incredulously.
"Yup. He told me himself." Allison said, fondly remembering the night of the party, her first date with Scott. "The night of Lydia's party was a full moon. Scott mustn't have been in complete control back then as he started to shift and had to leave. Although, I didn't know he was shifting back then, but it makes sense now. Anyway, Stiles ended driving me home while Derek helped Scott. We talked about stuff and that came up." Allison explained, well aware that Jackson was hanging on her every word. As she spoke, she grabbed the Katana, then moved to the front wall and grabbed a smoke grenade. "He's a great friend, Scott is too, but I only witness that, seeing as I went for the boyfriend package." Jackson rolled his eyes with a soft smile as Allison giggled and turned to face him. "Once you get past the grumpy, broody-ness, Derek is a good friend too, he's very protective, as you've already witnessed. He can also be rather funny, when he's relaxed." Allison grabbed a quiver, then made her way to the door. "Erica is a sweetheart and, despite being shy, she's very funny and caring. Of course, you already know how awesome Lydia is." She stated, walking past Jackson.
"I do." Jackson agreed. "But why are you telling me all of this?" He suspected the reason, but wanted to be sure.
"Because," Allison started as she stepped out of the room. "We all see right past the douche facade. We want to be your friends, but we're not going to be friends with the character you play, that guy sucks. If you must, you can keep it up at school, but with us, you don't have to pretend." Jackson looked at the girl thoughtfully before nodding slightly.
Allison reset the alarm, then they made their way out of the Argent house. John and Derek were waiting by the police cruiser as Stiles leaned against his jeep, the other two teens obviously already inside. When he noticed the pair, Stiles moved and opened the boot (A/N: Trunk) for Allison, who carefully placed the weapons in.
"We've got work to do." Stiles stated, then slammed the boot shut. He turned to Scott and the two girls with a huge grin on his face. "I've always wanted to say that!"
Allison rolled her eyes fondly, electing not to tell him that Lydia had beaten him to it that night at the school with Kate and Peter. Then again, Lydia hadn't shut a boot full of weapons, so did it still count?
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They followed the alpha's scent to the old Hale house, although Stiles wasn't too surprised. This was where it all began. Stiles, Derek and Scott set up the first line of attack as the others collected their weapons. As they did so, three figures left the ruins of the house, walking towards them. Peter was now burn free, eye's glowing red as he held Jennifer in front of him, his claws digging into her neck, much like they had done to Kate. Beside him, Lydia stood, eyes blank as she stared ahead. She wore only a hospital gown, she looked far worse than before, her hair was damaged and greasy, her skin was paler than usual, it looked to be almost transparent. Her eyes were sunken and surrounded by dark circles. Her heart rate was slow and her breathing laboured. It was as though the life was being drained out of her.
"Lydia!" Jackson gasped when he saw his girlfriend, he moved towards her, but was held back by Erica and Allison.
"Jacks, it's not her. Physically, yes, but that's not the Lydia we know. It's a trap." Stiles rushed to explain. Jackson looked broken at the words, but he stopped struggling, knowing that it was true.
"Well, had I known you were going to give up so easily, I wouldn't have bothered." Peter drawled, causing the other wolves to growl. Peter, focused on the males in front of him, didn't notice Allison loading and aiming her bow or the sheriff aiming his gun.
"Let Lydia go. Break whatever trance it is you have her under, and let her go. Or spend the last five minutes of your life with an arrow in your eye." Allison threatened, leveling the alpha wolf with an impressive glare. Erica stepped beside her, aiming a crossbow.
"Aren't you going to bargain for her too?" Peter asked curiously, nodding his head towards his nurse.
"She's a murder." Stiles stated, allowing himself to shift. "She isn't our priority. She killed without mercy, without caring. We won't kill her, that's not us, but Lydia is our priority."
"You act all humble, but you will kill, Stiles. We're werewolves, predators, there's no escaping it." Peter growled, pressing his claws deeper into Jennifer's neck, causing small droplets of blood to roll down her neck. The woman gasped in pain.
"You're wrong, Peter." Derek stated, glaring at his uncle. His only living family member had turned his back on everything their family stood for. "We may be predators, but we don't have to be killers. What you're doing is wrong. The Peter that I know, the Peter that I care about would never do this. The Peter I know isn't a monster." Derek reminded him, hoping to reach some part of the old Peter, hoping to spark some humanity in the shell of a man before him.
"I miss him too Derek," The Alpha stated, a stray tear rolling his cheek. "That Peter would always put his family first, he'd spend all of his free time with his pack and family, he'd make sure that his wife and children were safe every chance he got. He'd spend time with his siblings, nieces and nephews and he'd never hurt anyone unless it was to protect his family, he would definitely not be the one to kill them. I miss that Peter so much, but he died in that house, with everyone else." Without warning, Lydia let out a high pitched scream as Peters claws slashed across Jennifer's throat. His eyes turned red first, then he let out a terrifying roar as he shifted into a terrifying beast. The beast that had killed so many people. This wasn't his uncle Peter anymore, which made it easier for Derek to accept what he had to do.
Allison let an arrow fly as Jennifer's body fell to the floor. Peter easily caught the arrow, unaware that a flash bolt was attached. Allison grabbed a new arrow from the quiver as the bolt went off, startling the Alpha, who's sensitive eyes were damaged by the blinding light. Knowing that the distraction wouldn't last long, the sheriff shot three wolfsbane bullets at the Alpha. The other wolves and Jackson ran forward, Jackson immediately grabbed Lydia, who still looked haunted and moved her towards the Jeep, only to have a sharp pain shoot through his leg. He screamed in pain and let go of Lydia as he looked down to find the alpha biting his leg. Stiles ran over and dug his claws into the back of Peters neck, forcing him to release Jackson, "Bad doggy." Stiles taunted as he threw Peter through the remains of one of the walls of the 'house'. Derek and Scott immediately followed the Alpha into the building as Stiles checked on the others. He helped Jackson over to the cruiser.
"Dad, I need you to get Jackson and Lydia to the hospital, then call the station, say that the accomplice is dead and at the old Hale house. Okay? Go." Stiles pleaded, glancing back to the old house, where growls and crashes were sounding.
"No, I'm not leaving without you."
"Dad, I need you to trust me, I'll be fine, but they won't. Please." The sheriff reluctantly nodded, then helped the two teens into the car. He gave his son a bone crushing hug, then left in the cruiser.
Once the cruiser was out of sight, Stiles turned to the two human girls before him. "The only reason that I'm not forcing you to go is that I need you to throw the Molotov's when we get him outside. Okay?"
The girls nodded and Stiles sprinted towards the house. Allison moved back to the Jeep and picked up the Katana. "I'm not going through all the effort to get this, to simply not use it." Allison explained, earning an understanding nod from Erica.
"Fair enough" Erica smiled and picked up an item that looked like a cattle prod. "This is basically a really powerful taser, right?" Allison nodded. "Perfect, let's go." They got to the scene of the fight just in time to see Scott and Derek crash into opposite walls and the alpha loom over Stiles, clawed hand raised high, as his other hand held the boy down.
"Get away from him!" Erica yelled, when Peter turned to her, she shocked him, causing him to howl in pain. Allison then slashed him across the chest with the katana.
"Catch us if you can." The girls taunted in unison, then sprinted out of the wreckage. They heard an angry howl and for half a second, they were worried that he wouldn't follow, then they heard the pounding footsteps. They were about 2 meters from the Jeep, the alpha directly behind them, his claws no more than a centimetre from Erica's back, when Derek appeared, wolfed out and slashed at the back of the alpha's neck.
Scott and Stiles appeared, also transformed and helped Derek subdue Peter as the girls reached the Jeep. "Move!" Allison screamed, causing her pack to jump away from the Alpha, who was too injured to flee. With her friends in the clear, Allison threw the first Molotov at Peter, shortly followed by Erica. There were more pain filled howls as the Alpha tried to shake off the horrifically familiar flames. They soon died down, but it didn't matter, the alpha wouldn't survive much longer. As Derek knelt before the burnt, now human form, of his uncle, the man spoke taunting words to him. The conversation was cut short when Derek slashed his claws across the man's throat, finally ending his life.
The teens watched in shock, unsure of what to say or do when Derek turned to them with glowing red eyes.
"I'm the alpha now."
A/N: I hope that this was okay. I apologise if it was a bit confusing, I was trying to hide the fact that Lydia was the one in the hospital, not Erica, there will be a flashback explaining that next chapter. I'm going to include the dance in the next chapter, seeing as I've altered the timeline so it hasn't happened yet. I am going to turn Erica, Isaac and Boyd, and at least one of the boys will show up in the next chapter. Should I bring in the Kanima? I'll put a poll on my profile, please let me know.
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