Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: Isaac tries to move past the death of his father, Gerard stirs trouble, there's a new threat in town and Isaac and Boyd deal with their first full moon.
The Hale Pack: A New Threat
Isaac thought he should be relieved, but all he felt was grief.
The sheriff turned to the lawyer. "I know that you wanted to speak with him, but as you can see, now's not a good time."
"I understand, with you and Mr Hale both working in law enforcement, you have the clearance to take care of him. I will have to continue looking for other family members, especially now, but I'll postpone any other claims for guardianship until I've had a chance to speak with Isaac. You have my number, sheriff, call me when he's ready." She moved to leave the station, pausing as she passed Isaac. "My condolences, Isaac."
"Tara, I know that this is bad timing, with everything that's going on, but could you-"
"I'll take care of it, sheriff, you make sure that Isaac is taken care of." Tara assured and demanded simultaneously.
"Thank you, I'll see you tomorrow."
At 11 o'clock that night, the Pack were curled together in Stiles and Derek's bed. Isaac tried to insist that he was fine, and that they didn't need to come over and cancel their plans but his Pack would have none of it. For that, Isaac was grateful.
"It's too quiet." Isaac mumbled, knowing that his pack was no closer to sleep than he was. "Someone talk about something."
"Ohh, how about some funny childhood moments between Scott and I?" Stiles offered with an excited grin.
"I want to hear em." Allison smiled.
"Me too." Danny chimed in.
"Well, we weren't instant friends when we met, despite popular belief. It was the second week of pre-school. And I had this little hideout on the school grounds, for napping and hiding from bullies. I went there on a random Tuesday and found this goofy looking kid sleeping in there. I woke him up, cause I was annoyed and told him that it's my place. This punk just looked up at me and said: I'm guessing you don't want anyone else to know about it, let me nap here and I won't say a word." There was a chorus of chuckles from the pack.
"That was just the beginning." Scott announced. "We didn't really get along or know each other, we just tolerated each other for the hideout. A couple of weeks later, it was raining, and we had an argument over who got to sit on the blanket-"
"There shouldn't have even been an argument, it was my blanket!" Stiles cut in, only to be completely ignored by Scott who carried on as though Stiles hadn't even spoken.
"One thing led to another and we ended up wrestling, and well, that picture Stiles is so keen on showing everyone says it all really."
"After that, we didn't talk much, until the first grade." Stiles continues "First day, I get on the bus and there are no empty seats, except for one next to Scott. I was hesitant due to our fall out. But, I gather my nerves and walk over and say 'All the seats on the bus are taken so I'm going to sit next to you, and hope you don't hate me'. And Scotty here looks at me and goes 'Who are you?'" There was a chorus of laughter from the pack.
"After that, it was me that approached Stiles, hoping to make up for forgetting him." Scott grinned. "So after class one day, I go over to him and say: 'You're in almost all my classes, and we always end up sitting next to each other, so this seems like the perfect opportunity for friendship, wanna play Pokemon?' And he, of course agrees."
"Damn right." Stiles shook his head. "But, there were other events, like me helping him through an asthma attack. Then there's the time in 7th grade, when I forgot my umbrella and Scott offered to walk me home in the rain. See, I thought that it would be the beginning of a cute love story as I was just starting to suspect that I'm bi, but no, he's really shit at it. Seriously, never let Scott carry an umbrella for you. Oh my god, my shoulder was so wet. Seriously, it's like 'hold the damn thing properly' what the hell man!" Stiles sighed then grinned. "But I got my revenge."
"No kidding." Scott grumbled. "I was biking home from school a couple of weeks later, and stopped about half way to take a break. I'm just standing around when Stiles suddenly ran by, picked up my bike and took off." Scott exclaims and the pack is laughing again.
"That's when Scott chased after me yelling, 'AT LEAST RIDE IT YOU ASSHOLE!'" Stiles finishes and Erica almost falls off of the bed from laughing so much.
"After that, there was the case of 'I'm sorry I tried to open your locker. I thought it was mine, this must look really suspicious' and other things, but the thing that really solidified our friendship was losing a parent." Stiles told them. "At first, it was just understanding how it felt, going from one parent to two, but then it happened." Stiles stated dramatically.
"After about a year and a few talks, Stiles and I realised that we are totally shipping our parents, and have been devising a way to get them together ever since."
"Nothing has worked so far, though." Stiles pouted.
"Oh, they would make such a cute couple!" Allison gushed.
"We'll help." Lydia grinned, "Erica, you in?"
"Why not? Could be fun."
"I'm in too." Danny volunteered.
"Great, operation McLinski 2.0 begins." Stiles grinned. More stories were told over the next hour until Allison noticed that Isaac had drifted into a deep slumber at some point during the story telling. She quietly informed the rest of the pack who quietened so they wouldn't wake the young wolf. One by one, they all fell asleep, holding each other close, all of them revelling in the warmth and safety of their Pack.
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The first thing stopped the Pack from beginning their plan to get the sheriff and Melissa together was an Omega that came to town.
"I'm telling you, that guy in the parking lot was a werewolf! I could smell it!" Jackson insisted in a hushed voice during English class.
"C'mon, don't you think Derek would know if there was another werewolf in town?" Isaac challenged, raising an eyebrow at the other wolf.
"Maybe he hasn't caught the scent yet!"
As if on cue, their phones pinged. Fortunately, the teacher didn't seem to notice.
Jackson unlocked his phone to find that the message was from their Alpha.
Group Message: Pack
From: Alpha
Message: There's an Omega in town. Be careful. Stick together.
Group Message: Pack
From: Blondie
Message: What should we do if we find it?
Group Message: Pack
From: Alpha
Message: If you find it DO NOT ENGAGE. Understood?
Group Message: Pack
From: Lydia x
Message: Are you sure? I've got mountain ash in my bag. We could go for a capture.
Group Message: Pack
From: Alpha
Message: I'm sure. The Argents are already after it, do not risk getting in their way.
Group Message: Pack
From: Ally
Message: But my dad said he'll keep the hunters away?
Group Message: Pack
From: Alpha
Message: Chris is on our side, but the others won't hesitate to attack. They'll use the Omega as an excuse.
Group Message: Pack
From: Dumbass
Message: so we're not gonna 2 do anything? Cant we try 2 help him/her/them.
Group Message: Pack
From: Jackson
Message: There's only 1 Scott and it's a he.
Group Message: Pack
From: Hyperactive Spaz
Message: 'He' may identify 2 another gender, Jackson!
Group Message: Pack
From: Alpha
Message: How do you know that it's a he, Jackson?
Group Message: Pack
From: Jackson
Message: 'He' was in the school parking lot this morning, going through the trash. He tried 2 talk 2 me, but I smelt what he was and walked away. I was gonna text u after class and let u no.
Group Message: Pack
From: Alpha
Message: Alright, thank you. Good job for not engaging, you did well to walk away. I'll let Chris know where he is. I'm sorry Scott, but there's nothing that we can do.
Group Message: Pack
From: ScarfBoy
Message: Is there anything that we can do in the meantime?
Group Message: Pack
From: Alpha
Message: Just stay safe. My break's over, so I've gotta go, but we'll have an impromptu training session tonight, go to the clearing after school.
Group Message: Pack
From: Hyperactive Spaz
Message: u stay safe too, don't get shot or anything. Promise?
Group Message: Pack
From: Alpha
Message: I can promise to try to not get shot, how's that?
Group Message: Pack
From: Lydia x
Message: Please don't get shot. Sure, you'll be fine, but we can't say the same for whoever shoots you. I don't know about the others, but I don't want to go on the run yet.
Group Message: Pack
From: Blondie
Message: She's right, if you get hurt, some bitch is gonna die.
Group Message: Pack
From: Alpha
Message: Language, Erica.
Group Message: Pack
From: Hyperactive Spaz
Message: It's true though, if anything happens to you, no force on this earth will be able to stop us.
Group Message: Pack
From: Alpha
Message: Fine, I promise not to get shot or injured in any way. Just don't kill anybody!
Group Message: Pack
From: Buff Boy(d)
Message: Deal.
Jackson put his phone away, then turned to Isaac, smirking at the curly haired beta.
"Shut up."
Jackson held his hands up in a mock defensive action. "I didn't say a word." Isaac grumbled.
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Scott and Stiles ran to the lunch table with wide eyes. "Guys, we have a huge problem!" Scott gasped.
"What? Is it Derek? Is he hurt? Is it the omega?" Allison asked urgently, the rest of the pack looking just as nervous.
"No, we have a new principal!" Stiles informed them with wide eyes.
Everyone looked annoyed and Jackson bitched. "You had us worried then Stilinski-"
"It's Gerard!" Stiles pressed, and the pack mirrored his horrified expression.
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"Tell me you're joking!" Derek sighed through the phone.
"Unfortunately not." Stiles frowned, "So can you and dad start looking for a way to get him fired?"
"I'll do what I can." Derek promised. "Please try to stay out of trouble, you're dad and I have a meeting with the lawyer in 5 minutes, so I'm going to go let him know now."
Stiles nodded, even though Derek couldn't see him. "Okay, good idea. I'll see you after school. I love you."
"I love you too."
-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-
That night, things had been going rather well, Isaac and Boyd had learnt how to fully shift and had picked up self defense relatively easily.
But, of course, something had to go wrong.
"Did you hear that?" Scott asked after suddenly shifting back to human form.
"Scott, don't." Derek warned. "Leave it to the Argents."
"I can help him!" Scott announced and ran towards his clothes. He tugged on a pair of sweats then sprinted out of the clearing
"Scott! shit." Derek followed, doing the same as Scott.
The entire pack ended up chasing Scott through the woods, some members (Erica, Isaac and Jackson) opting to go naked. They caught up to him when Scott tripped a trip wire and ended up hanging upside down.
"I say we leave him there." Jackson suggested with a grin.
"I agree," Isaac hummed. "He disobeyed Derek."
"Isaac!" Scott whined. "You're my mate, you're supposed to defend me!"
"I am?" Isaac asked in surprise. "Allison, did you know that we're supposed to defend him?"
"Nope, I had no idea. Here I thought that we could make fun of him whenever we wanted." Allison sighed.
"You mean, we can't?!"
"Haha, very funny." Scott drawled. "Just, let me down, please?" The pair moved to do so, but Isaac froze and grabbed Allison's arm.
"Someones coming, hide. We'll get you down soon Scott, just wait a minute, okay?" Derek assured, then the pack scattered into hiding.
"Scott." Chris greeted, crouching in front of the wolf.
"Mr Argent."
"How are you doing?" He asked pleasantly.
"Good, just hanging out." Scot said looking down, or up, at his foot. "Is this one of yours? It's good. Nice design, very constricting." He commented casually, deciding to take a page out of Stiles' book. Having a conversation upside down really wasn't as weird as he thought.
"What are you doing out here, Scott?" Chris asked patiently, though his scent gave away that he was anything but.
"Like I said, just hanging."
"With Isaac? I've been informed that the two of you have been getting rather.. close lately."
"We have." Scott nodded without thinking. "He's my mate."
Chris looked a mix of confused and relieved. "I thought Allison was your mate." He said, clearly hoping Scott would say that they were wrong, but he didn't.
"She is. She's also Isaac's mate." Scott said, then his eyes widened as he realised what he'd just admitted.
"What?" Chris demanded, voice low and threatening as he cocked his gun.
"Uhh-"
"Dad!" Allison called, running out of the bushes she had hidden behind. "Dad, stop!"
"Is it true, Allison?"
"Yes. Yes, it's true." Allison informed her father confidently, despite her worry that Isaac would also come running out to help. That would go pretty badly after this particular conversation on any given night, but throw in the fact that Scott was shirtless and Isaac currently wasn't wearing any clothes at all… it really wouldn't go well to say the least. "They're mine and I am theirs. I love both of them, dad."
"I can't handle this." Chris sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "Just, stay out of the woods." Chris sighed then walked away, ordering the hunters with him to do the same.
"The Preserve is Hale Property!" Allison called out in a reminder, but didn't get a response.
"Well that was fun." Scott drawled as the pack emerged from their hiding places. Scott soon set himself free. "Are we going to help him or not?"
"We can't!" Derek insisted, the pack heard another trap being sprung. "But, You all need to see something. C'mon" The pack followed Derek to an area near the lake, where they saw the omega, hung by his hands, being interrogated by Chris Argent. The omega assured that he hadn't killed anyone and was only there looking for the alpha.
"Gentlemen, take a look at a rare sight." Gerard announced, looking around at the hunters.
"An omega." Chris stated.
"The lone Wolf. Probably kicked out of his own pack, or the survivor of a pack that had been hunted down." Gerard explained. "Maybe even murdered. Possibly, alone by his own choice. Certainly, not a wise choice." Gerard chuckled, pulling out a broad sword. "Because, as I am about to demonstrate, an omega rarely survives on his own." Gerard swung the sword at full force and cut the omega in half.
Derek covered Scott's mouth with his hand, Erica hid her face in Boyd's shoulder, Allison and Lydia huddled together, Isaac winced and curled up to Stiles, who hid his face in the beta's hair, Jackson and Danny both winced and looked away and Boyd and Derek closed their eyes.
"Now do you see Scott, why I couldn't let you help him? Do you see what they do? Had I let you go, they would have caught you and done the same to you, even Chris wouldn't be able to stop them. Maybe, given more time, we could have helped him, but I will not risk the lives of my own for an outsider. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I won't" Derek whispered.
"What are they doing?" Scott asked in shock.
"Declaring war."
"We have a code!" Chris reminded Gerard. "There is a treaty with the Hale Pack that has been approved by the council! We have to leave them alone."
The hunter said. "Not when they murder my daughter." He stabbed the sword into the ground and turned to face the hunters. "No code! No treaty! Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies wanting to be cut in half. Are you listening? Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak, or seemingly harmless begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone, or some desperate lost soul with no idea what they're getting into, or even a blood relative." He looked to Chris, whose eyes widened in horror. "We find them, we kill them, we kill them all."
-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-
Three nights later, it was a full moon.
It was easier than the last for some, thanks to the entire pack being there, but there were... complications.
Snarls and growls filled the Stilinski house. Stiles and Scott found themselves struggling slightly, mainly due to the upset of their pack mates. The pair had glowing eyes, but the others, minus Derek, were in all out beta shift.
"Calm yourselves!" Derek growled, flashing his eyes at the newer wolves. "Try to focus. pack, family, mates, whatever it takes! Repeat after me: Alpha, Beta, Omega! Say it!"
At their alpha's command, all the wolves repeated the mantra. "Alpha, beta, omega."
"Good, as you say it, you're getting calmer, okay? Again!"
"Alpha, beta, omega!" Isaac was visibly calming and stopped snarling, which helped Scott and Stiles.
"Again."
"Alpha, beta, omega." Although it worked for him, it had the opposite effect on Jackson, Erica and Boyd.
"Alpha," Erica snarled, "Beta," She struggled against her chains, "Omega!" with a particularly strong tug, she broke free from her chains and tackled the alpha. This enraged Stiles and he lost all control as he began to thrash. Boyd escaped his chains next and ran for the stairs. Stiles snarled and struggled, soon breaking free from his own restraints, immediately shoving Erica off of Derek, which angered Boyd, who turned and snarled at Stiles. Scott, Jackson and Isaac broke free then and chaos ensued. There was a flurry of flashing eyes and claws as the beta's thrashed and clawed at each other, their alpha struggling to gain control.
Derek bounded into action when he saw Isaac and Stiles slam Erica into a wall, only to halt when he realised that Isaac was chaining her back up as Stiles held her in place. Turning, he saw Scott doing the same to Boyd, but he was having more trouble, so he moved to help. They soon had the teen chained up, but he still struggled, more so when a thud sounded behind them and Erica wasn't struggling anymore. Derek wasn't sure who, but either Stiles or Isaac had knocked her out.
Derek glared at them, but they just shrugged. "That's not-" He froze and looked around the basement. "Jackson?! JACKSON?!"
The door to the basement opened and Lydia came rushing downstairs. "He's gone, we tried to stop him, but he got out. I'm sor-"
"Are any of you hurt?" Derek demanded.
"No, but-"
"Then that's all that matters. We'll find him, before he hurts anyone or anyone hurts him" Derek promised the Banshee. "Get Danny to set up a barrier of mountain ash around Boyd and Erica and tell Allison to gather as many non lethal weapons as she can." The girl ran off to do so, and Derek turned to his beta's "Isaac, I know you've found an anchor, but you have less training and experience. So, I need you to stay down here, make sure Danny is safe and able to set them free if something goes wrong. Scott, Stiles, with me." Derek was up the stairs in seconds, he bounded into the living room, Stiles and Scott close behind, along the way, they passed Danny, the Hawaiian wishing them luck and promising to make sure nothing happens to the others.
In the living room, tasers, ultrasonic emitters, wolfsbane mace, mountain ash, flash bolts and other things were being packed up.
"I said non lethal." Derek growled, gesturing to the arrowheads and Chinese ring daggers.
"These aren't for Jackson." Allison promised. "They're for if we need to slow down hunters."
"Fine."
"Alright," Lydia announced, her voice filled with conviction, tugging her gun into a hip holster. "Let's go save my mate."
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No one was surprised to see Gerard during their search, but what was surprising was that Victoria was there and Chris wasn't. Accompanying them were three other hunters.
"Well, Derek, I see you've been busy. Is it seven beta's you have now? Or have you made more? Victoria tells me that three of them are here with you, and there are four more, boy's?"
"Three boys and a girl." Derek stated, a hint of pride in his voice. He knew that Gerard knew everything that Victoria knew about his pack, so there was no point lying about it. However, there's no need to correct them about Allison, She didn't want them to know so he wouldn't say anything.
"Two, well, including the banshee, three girls and six boys, including yourself and the human? Isn't that a little unfair."
Derek hummed thoughtfully. "Actually, we have two human males, the sheriff is Pack too. Though, you're right, I should recruit some more boy's, give them a fighting chance against these three," He chuckled whilst the girls grinned triumphantly, Lydia walking over to Allison.
"Nah, they're fine for now." Lydia stated, hip checking Allison when she reached her. "And actually, Alpha, it's three girls and a boy against the six of you. Right Stiles?"
"Yup, sorry Der. You're my mate and I love you, but we have plans to take over the world." Stiles grinned.
"Now, this is all touching, really, but I'm afraid that we're going to have to cut this short, Derek." Gerard informed him, raising a gun. "I'm guessing one of yours got out tonight, we need to put it down."
"You're not going to harm any of my pack." Derek said confidently.
"And why's that?" Gerard demanded.
"Multiple reasons." Derek stated, stepping closer to the hunter. "One, you'd have the entire Sheriff's department after you for killing one of their own, the sheriff's son, and all of his friends." He took another step towards the group, ignoring the weapons aimed at him. "Two, if you kill any of them, the hunters council will cut down your family in a heartbeat for violating the treaty." Gerard's look darkened, if possible. "Three, I've distracted you long enough for the girls to arm their weapons." The hunters all looked to where the girls were, finding Allison aiming an arrow at Gerard. Lydia had gone for a gun.
"Try anything and you'll be ripped apart with arrows, claws and bullets." Derek announced, "Now lower your weapons and go home."
Victoria glared at Stiles and Scott, who were stood by Allison. "Very impressive, Derek." Gerard complimented. "I see you've got your dogs trained." Derek snarled at the hunter. "Now, now, no need for that, Derek. Let's be civil here."
"Civil? You come to my private property, threaten my pack, call us dogs, and now you want to be civil?" Derek asked incredulously.
One of the hunters adjusted his aim fixed on Derek's head, his finger slowly pressed down on the trigger, when a whistling noise sounded and he keeled over in pain, dropping the gun. He looked to find an arrow embedded in his thigh. He cried out in pain and Victoria snapped, and she charged.
She shoved Stiles into a tree and grabbed Scott. She held a gun to Scott's head, about to pull the trigger, when a shot sounded, followed by a sharp pain in her arm. Hunters yelled in anger and another gun went off behind her, another arrow flew through the air and another hunter cried out.
Looking down, Victoria saw blood oozing down her left arm, dripping onto the ground. Lydia still had the gun fixed on Victoria, only this time it was aimed at her head. "Consider that a warning shot." Lydia growled, quite impressively, glaring at the woman.
"You don't have the guts!" Victoria sneered, preparing to pull the trigger again, only to keel over and drop her gun when Lydia shot her in the knee.
"That's two. The strikes and you're out." Lydia glared.
Victoria was livid. "No, I won't stand for this!" She screamed, letting go of Scott and pulled something out of her pocket. Then she turned and shoved it in Allison's face. Nothing happened.
"W-what? But it should have-" Victoria's eyes widened in realisation. "You're still…"
"Yes I am." Allison stated as she wiped the remnants of the purple flower away with the back of her hand. "And now, I have to go make sure that I don't have Aconite poisoning. But first, I want you to leave. Now.
"Enough!" Stiles called out. "This is your last chance Gerard. Leave. I've contacted a friend who can get a hold of the council in five seconds flat." Stiles warned, eyes glowing yellow. "I want you to leave. Now. Or else, I'll let the council deal with you."
"Well played. We'll go." Gerard conceded with a nod. "But I must warn you, if we find the other one before you do, we will put it down."
Gerard supported Victoria and ordered the other hunters to retreat. One hunter was helping the one with an arrow in his thigh, the other was clutching his arm, which also had an arrow embedded.
Once the hunters were gone, Stiles spoke up. "Um, g-guys?" He stuttered, drawing everyone's attention to him, it was then that Derek noticed the scent of blood, that didn't belong to hunters. Stiles had a hand pressed to his left shoulder, blood flowing down his arm and over his hand. "Can we hurry up with finding Jackson? My shoulder kind of hurts."
"Shit." Derek gasping, rushing over to his injured mate. A pained howl sounded through the trees as a figure charged towards them. "He can smell your blood." Derek explained, reluctantly moving so that the beta formed Jackson, could see his pack mates wound. The wolf whined at the sight, moving to nuzzle the injury, but a flash of red eye's had him stepping back.
"Jackson." Lydia called in a comforting voice. Her mate rushed over to her, burying his face in her hair. "C'mon, let's go home."
"Lydia, get the first aid kit, Allison, a bullet and a lighter." Derek ordered as they walked through the door. "Scott, get Jackson locked up and tell Isaac and Danny what happened."
The three scattered to do as they were told, Scott tugging Jackson along, Derek picked up Stiles and carried him to the couch, gently setting him down.
"Derek, like you said I'm gonna be fine. You didn't have to carry me, you know." Stiles reminded him gently.
"I didn't even notice, Stiles!" Derek growled, although Stiles knew that the anger behind it wasn't directed at him. "Before you said something, I didn't notice."
"It's a graze, Derek, you had more importa-"
"Nothing is more important to me than you!" Derek pressed, eye glowing red as Allison approached. "I love the pack and they are close second, but you, Stiles, you will always come first."
"Same here, Der bear. Sorry Ally." Stiles grinned as the girl prepared the wolfsbane.
"Don't worry about it, it's the same for me when it comes to Scott and Isaac. I really hope that neither of them are injured at the same time, because I wouldn't be able to choose who to go to. I'd probably just end up curling in a ball on the floor and sobbing." There was no skip in her heart beat as she set the wolfsbane on fire.
"I'm the same for Jackson. Thankfully, I don't have to choose between boyfriends." Lydia announced, walking over and crouching by Stiles, and started to clean the wound.
"Why are you cleaning it? It'll heal once I get the wolfsbane."
"No exit wound." Was the explanation Lydia regretfully gave him. "I need to clean it, so it's easier to find the bullet and pull it out." She set down the wipe, and picked up a pair of tweezers. "Derek, hold him still."
"Oh crap."
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"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Derek asked Isaac as they stood outside the boy's old house. "I can go get whatever you need."
"No, I need to do this." Isaac said firmly, taking a deep breath, then walked towards the house.
They went to Isaac's bedroom first, gathering up books, photo's and other personal items. Isaac didn't bother getting any of his own clothes, due to having more than enough thanks to Derek. He did, however, grab one of his father's sweatshirts. They went to the basement next and Derek could smell, old, stale blood. Isaac's blood.
"I didn't think I'd still be able to smell it." Isaac commented, "I came to get some of my mother's stuff, but I might as well show you, or I'm guessing you'll come back later to find out, right?"
"Yes." Isaac set the stuff he was carrying down on the floor.
"The first time it happened was just after my mum died." Isaac explained, leading his alpha through the basement. "I was eight years old, Cam had gone off to a friends house and dad was drunk and angry. But the school had noticed my injuries, so he couldn't beat me. Instead, he dragged me down here." Derek looked down, noticing scratch marks along the floor, the scratches came in sets of five and led to a white chest freezer. Derek's eyes widened in horror as realisation hit him. "I remember not really knowing what was happening the first time. One second I was being dragged across the floor, the next I was being shoved inside there. He locked it and left me in there all night. At first it was like every other month, for a night at the most. Then it happened more frequently. Sometimes a couple of nights a week, other times, like the week before I turned, I spent whole weekends there. He'd come down and throw in a bottle of water inside each night, then leave. Usually beating me before I went in and after I came out."
"I-Isaac-"
"I want you to tell the Pack for me, if you don't mind?." The blonde stated, turning to look at Derek. "We've got a bit of a prank war going on and the other day Jackson locked Scott in a closet. I uh- I kinda have a thing about small spaces, so I want them to know, because once they know, they'll never do that to me. Just knowing that I don't like small spaces won't be enough to stop Jackson, but the reason will. I'd tell them myself, but I don't want to go through it again, and I thought you should know first."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Derek gently pulled Isaac away from the freezer. "Come on, let's go get your things."
Isaac grabbed photos of his mother along with some of her things, such as books and jewelry and one of her black scarves. "Okay, that's everything." Isaac said looking around the living room, although his eyes lingered on several pieces of furniture.
"Are you sure? We can come back another day for any furniture, if you'd like?" Derek offered.
"Where would we keep it? There's not enough room at the house." Isaac asked with an adorable confused expression on his face.
"I have a storage locker, there's enough room for whatever you need." Derek explained and Isaac's eyes brightened. "Whether you use it or not in the future doesn't matter, but at least you know that it's there." Isaac nodded and smiled gratefully, Derek gave the pup a bright smile of his own.
Then, both wolves froze. Isaac went to speak, but Derek covered his mouth, looking behind the beta. Isaac slowly turned his head to look at who, or what was behind him.
It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. The creature, partially concealed by shadows, had glowing yellow eyes, but not like his own. It's eyes were a darker shade and slit, like a reptile's eyes. It's skin looked a dark green. And it had a long prehensile tail that looked to be about three feet long. The creature snarled at them, baring it's long sharp teeth. Isaac flinched as Derek grabbed his arm.
"Come on." He ordered as the creature prepared to leap at them. "Isaac, come on!" With that the two rushed to get out of the house, only to have the creature climb across the ceiling then land in front of them. In the better lighting, Isaac could see scales covering the creature, and the long claws. Derek stepped in front of Isaac defensively, and let out a loud howl.
The creature, clearly startled, smashed through the front door and disappeared into the night.
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"Stiles, I'm not sur-"
"Derek, we all need to have some fun!" Stiles insisted as he pulled his mate towards the bleachers.
"After what we saw the other night and the hunters-"
"We all need a break from the supernatural. Quit arguing and put on your skates!"
"This is great, baby!" Erica grinned, pressing her body against Boyd's "Thank you." She gave him a hungry kiss.
"Hey, some of us are here to have fun, not watch you two do it on the ice." Jackson snarked as he and Lydia walked past. Lydia laughed as Erica stuck up her middle finger, her boyfriend only rolled his eyes in return. Lydia sat next to Stiles to put on her skates, shivering slightly.
"Could it be any colder in here?"
Stiles reached into his bag and pulled out an orange jumper. "Here."
"I'm wearing blue." Lydia said with a 'seriously?' look. "Orange and blue, not a good combination."
Stiles looked at her with an offended look on his face. "But it's the colors of the Mets." At Lydia's look, he conceded "Okay, um, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, you know, um, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know, like two people together... Who nobody ever thought would be together... ever."
"No, I can see that." Lydia smiled. "You guys are cute together." Stiles chuckled and looked at Derek with a smile.
"Yeah, we are."
"Adorable." Jackson rolled his eyes. "You wanna know another perfect combination?" Stiles pulled out multiple packs of Reeses. "Exactly. Gimme one." He reached for a pack, only to have Stiles pull it back. "Please?" Jackson sighed and Stiles handed him a pack with a grin. Lydia and Derek grabbed a pack each.
"Can I have one?" Erica called over, she and Boyd were already on the ice.
"Yeah, I brought enough for everyone. Who else wants some?" The entire pack wanted them. "Alright, you can come over and get em from my bag when you're ready. If you want any of the other snacks, ask first." He ordered and made his way to the ice, carrying Reeses for Erica. "Think fast!" He yelled and threw the pack at the girl. Erica made a graceful leap, catching the snack mid air, landing on one leg and immediately moving into a spin. When she stopped spinning, she grinned at Stiles.
"Thanks."
Stiles rolled his eyes and started skating, Jackson skating alongside him as they raced around the rink.
Lydia was pulling off eccentric twirls and spins. Danny was helping Erica try to teach Boyd some moves, Allison, Scott and Isaac had yet to get on the ice, and Derek lazily skated around, watching his pack.
"Since neither of you have ever skated before, maybe I should give you a few pointers?" Allison offered her mates.
The two shared a look and a chuckle "Allison. Not that this is news to you or anything, but you remember the werewolf thing?" Scott grinned confidently.
"Super speed, strength and reflexes." Isaac reminded her.
Allison raised an eyebrow. "So a little ice skating should be no problem."
"Yeah." Scott stepped onto the ice "See? It's no problem." He went to move and immediately fell down. "ugh! Maybe." His mates giggled at his expense.
"Really Scott?" Isaac asked, also stepping onto the ice. "How hard can it be to- Woah!" Isaac followed in Scott's misfortune, and face planted the ice. Allison tried to suppress her giggles as she stepped onto the ice, carefully skating around her mates.
"No problem huh?" She asked as she helped them up. Derek skated over, "Mind helping me teach these two how to skate." She asked with a grin.
"Sure," Derek smiled, "I taught my younger sister and two of my cousins… When they were five." He teasingly chuckled. "Come on."
It didn't take long for Isaac to get the hang of it and start skating around with Danny. Scott took longer, hitting the glass and ice multiple times. The boy knew full well that if it weren't for his werewolf healing, he would be a walking bruise by this point, but his Mates and Pack Mates were all having a good time, so he simply kept getting up and trying again.
"Come on." Isaac said skating over to his mates happily. "Let's take a break. There's a photo booth over there," He and Allison helped Scott to the side as Derek called out.
"You might want to keep your eyes closed boys, or the flash will trigger them!"
"Oh." Scott sounded slightly disappointed.
"It doesn't matter." Allison smiled. "We can make it look natural."
The first picture consisted of all three squeezing their eyes shut, huge, cheesy grins plastered on their faces. The second had them all making 'roar' faces at the camera, only Allison had her eyes open. In the third, Scott and Isaac were kissing as Allison looked awestruck behind them. The fourth had Scott and Isaac kissing Allison's cheeks as she made a shocked face.
When the pictures came out, the trio was very happy with them. They made their way back to the ice, wanting to show their pack the pictures. When they got there, familiar music started playing from the speakers. Roar. The Katy Perry song.
"I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath, scared to rock the boat and make a mess. So I sat quietly, agreed politely." Lydia sang, skating with her hands behind her bag and a sway to her hips.
"I guess that I forgot I had a choice." Erica took over, grabbing Lydia's hands and skating backwards. "I let you push me past the breaking point, I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything"
"You held me down, but I got up, already brushing off the dust." Allison sang out, stepping onto the ice again. "You hear my voice, you hear that sound. Like thunder gonna shake the ground"
"You held me down, but I got up," Danny took over with a grin. "Get ready 'cause I've had enough."
"I see it all, I see it now." Erica flashed her eyes.
"I got the eye of the tiger," Stiles sang loudly "A fighter, dancing through the fire, 'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar!"
"Louder, louder than a lion, 'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar!" They sang out together, skating around gleefully. By the second chorus, Jackson, Isaac and Scott had joined in. Boyd and Derek opted to watch from the side of the rink.
"Our pack is insane." Boyd chuckled softly.
"Yes they are." Derek agreed with a smile. "But I wouldn't have them any other way."
"Me neither."
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"Okay, so- wait no- uh- oh, yeah- no, that's no good- um- uh-"
"Scott!" Melissa yelled. "I think you already know what you're trying to tell me." She said, gesturing towards Allison and Isaac.
"What? No! I-I mean, yes that is a thing, we are all together, but that's not what I'm trying to tell you now!" Melissa frowned, turning worried.
"What is it sweetie?"
"Melissa, you might want to sit down." John advised, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, god, please tell me Allison isn't pregnant!"
"No, mum" Scott assured, and a slight chuckle escaped his lips in spite of his nerves. "Nothing like that."
"Melissa." John said softly. The woman nodded, sitting down on the couch.
"Okay, please don't freak out! Well, you probably will, but that's why the sheriff is here. He's been through it, so he can help you." Scott took a deep breath, looked his mother in the eyes, said "Mum, I'm a werewolf." then shifted.
Melissa gasped recoiling slightly. "W-what- h-how?"
"A few months." Scott mumbled, shifting back. "The night Laura Hale's body was found. Stiles and I were out in the woods when we were attacked and bitten. The creature that bit us was a werewolf, an alpha. Peter Hale. Laura was the Alpha, when Peter killed her, he gained the power."
"Months?! Sweetheart why didn't you tell me?" Melissa demanded.
"I was scared of how you'd react." Scott admitted sadly and Melissa walked over, hugging her son.
"Oh honey. I'm shocked and honestly a little frightened, but not of you. There's this whole world that I didn't know about! I- I'm just surprised, Scott, it'll take me awhile to wrap my head around this. It may take a while, but no matter how long it takes, I will still love you. Always."
"Thanks mum." Scott's eyes were swimming with tears of joy and relief as he and his mother hugged. The others all smiled happily at the family, before Melissa beckoned them all over.
"This is a family hug, so get in here!"
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"My son is a werewolf." Melissa said out loud to herself later that evening. "My son is a werewolf. A real life, actual werewolf."
"Welcome to the club." John chuckled, he handed the woman a beer and gestured for her to sit on the couch.
"Thanks." She took a large gulp of the beverage before sitting on the couch. Scott had opted to spend the night at Erica's house, to give his mother time to process things without having to worry about him picking up on her emotional state. Erica's parents wanted to meet the pack, and thank Derek for gifting their daughter with freedom from her illness. Most of the pack would be going home after, except Lydia and Allison, so it made sense that Scott stay as well. Scott would sleep on the couch and the girls would stay in Erica's room.
"It's just so much to take in!" Melissa sighed. "A part of me wants to go running for the hills."
"Well, at least you react better than I did!" John shook his head at the memory, ashamed at himself for saying those things to his son. "I said some horrible things to Stiles, things that I'll never be able to take back. He's forgiven me, but I just can't forgive myself."
"So who else is in the group?" Melissa asked, trying to get the conversation away from the sore subject.
"Pack." The sheriff corrected. "There's ten, well twelve including you and I. Derek, the Alpha, Stiles, the Alpha's mate and Beta, Scott, Jackson, Erica, Isaac and Boyd, all Betas, Lydia, Banshee, Allison and Danny, human."
"Banshee?"
"Apparently, according to Danny. The ability is genetically passed, but her powers were suppressed until she got bitten by Pete whilst trying to trap him in a circle of mountain ash."
"What's mountain ash?"
"Some wood that acts as a barrier against all supernatural creatures, though you can get it in actual 'ash' form, which is what Lydia, Allison and Danny carry around in their bag's daily."
"Where can I get some?" Melissa asked thoughtfully.
"Lydia, Allison and Danny have already had the house fitted with mountain ash baseboards. See that urn over there?" John asked, pointing at the urn in question. "It's filled with mountain ash. Mountain ash is only effective if it's a complete 'circuit' if you will. If you're ever in supernatural trouble, take a handful of mountain ash and throw at the door, or just smash the urn."
"And that'll work?" Melissa walked over to the urn and tilted it to look inside.
"Only if you believe it will." Melissa hummed, taking a handful of mountain ash and walking to the door. She took a deep breath, then threw the ash at the door. She was pleasantly surprised when it landed in a smooth line.
"Nice." She grinned, turning to high five John, who chuckled at her.
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"Hey, mum I'm-" Scott froze as he realised he couldn't get past the doorway the next morning. "Um, I-I'm sorry, I'll just.." He turned to leave, devastated at the thought that his mother didn't want him around.
"Hey sweetie, wait, where are you going? Come in!" Scott turned to look at his mother nervously as she walked down the stairs.
"I can't." He gestured to the mountain ash by the door, that Melissa had forgotten to remove.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry sweetheart, John just told me about mountain ash and you securing the house last night. I was just testing it out, making sure it worked." She said hurriedly. "Uh, how do I let you in?"
"You have to break the line." Scott informed her with a relieved smile on his face.
"Really? That's it? Couldn't someone just kick it out of place or a gust of wind move it, then?" She asked incredulously as she knelt to break the line.
"No, it has to be done by a human and on purpose. Well maybe not only humans, because Lydia can do it." He explained as his mother stepped back and he was able to get into the house. "And maybe not on purpose, because that's how Kate died. Huh, I'm not really sure how it works, just that it does and wind won't blow it away."
"Interesting." Melissa commented, about to close the door, when she noticed three cars parked outside her house, faces watching from each window. "Uh, Scott?"
"Yeah?" He followed Melissa's look to his Pack. "Oh, they uh, they came to make sure I didn't get scared and back out of coming home, and also to comfort me if you freaked out."
"Ah," Melissa nodded. "Okay, well, invited them in for breakfast." The second the words left her mouth, the car doors were opening.
"They heard." Scott grinned.
"Of course they did" Melissa sighed, then began walking towards the kitchen. "That's gonna take some getting used to."
"Good Morning Mrs McCall." Allison greeted politely, "Would you like some help with breakfast?"
"Allison, please, there's no need to be so formal, call me Melissa, that goes for all of you except Scott." She said, giving her son a pointed look.
"Trust me, I've learnt my lesson." Scott assured, remembering the first (and only) time he called his mum by her first name. Not fun.
"And, there's no need, I've got my helper already, right Stiles?" She asked, turning to the boy, who was already tying an apron behind his back.
"Of course." Stiles smiled, walking to the fridge. "What's on the menu today, Mrs M?"
"I was thinking, McLinski Breakfast Buffet." She grinned, causing Scott and Stiles to whoop.
"Nice, you guys are gonna love it." Scott promised the pack with a grin. "Do you want me to call the Sheriff?"
Melissa raised an eyebrow as she turned on the oven. "I thought you werewolves had super senses? Or at least good observational skills." At her son's confused look, and his Pack Mates chuckles, she stated. "He's asleep on the couch."
"Oh."
"Now, be useful and make some coffee." She teased as she cracked an egg into a bowl.
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It was around nine pm when the pack started to disband to go to their respective homes.
"Hey, Jacks, can give me a ride to the garage on your way home? Dad and Derek have the early shift tomorrow, so.." Stiles asked as Jackson, Lydia and Danny walked to the Porsche.
"Yeah, no problem, hop in."
"Thanks." He looked over his shoulder to see Allison, Boyd and Erica climbing into Allison's Toyota and waved goodbye to them. He then looked to see his dad, Derek and Isaac getting into the Camaro. "See ya at home." He called before wedging himself into the backseat beside Danny.
"So how much did it cost to repair? I mean, it's been damaged a lot recently." Jackson commented.
"I actually just need him to replace the starter, the thing's been off ever since Peter ripped it out of my car. Then he mentioned something about my exhaust system and estimated $1200 parts and labour, the jackass." Stiles sighed. "I think I might have to resort to threatening him a little, or knocking him out and driving away."
"That sucks." Jackson commented, sharing a look with Lydia, then Danny.
"Tell me about it." Stiles sighed.
Jackson dropped Danny off at home first, then minutes later pulled up to the garage. "Hey, is there a bathroom in there?" Jackson asked Stiles, purposefully not claiming to need the bathroom as Stiles would know he was lying.
"Yeah, I'll show ya where." Stiles responded, completely unsuspecting of Jackson's true intentions.
"Thanks I'll be back in a minute, Lyd." Jackson promised as he and Stiles got out of the car. Stiles pointed Jackson in the direction of the bathroom as he went to talk to the mechanic.
Jackson didn't go to the bathroom, instead, he hid and listened to the guy talking to Stiles.
"It's looking more like $1500." Lie.
"Why do I get the feeling you're overestimating the damage?" Stiles asked in annoyance.
"You know what, I actually think it's more like $1700." The mechanic lied again.
Stiles sighed, practically oozing anger, but it's not like he could tell the guy that he knew he was lying because he was a werewolf who could hear the man's heartbeat. Instead, he took a deep breath and mentally began plotting ways to destroy the man without physically hurting him. "Whatever, just finish! I'll be back here," He turned and walked away muttering. "Seething with impotent rage."
Stiles made a disgusted noise at something on the door handle, and Jackson took the opportunity to approach the mechanic.
"I think you're overestimating the charge." He stated casually.
The mechanic looked down at Jackson then scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Who are you? His boyfriend?"
Jackson grinned at the mechanic. "No, I'm his friend, Jackson Whittemore. You may have heard of my father, David Whittemore." He smirked as the mechanic paled. "He's a very successful lawyer and I think he'd agree that you're over charging my friend here."
The mechanic audibly gulped, then looked up at the Jeep. "Y-y'know, I actually think that I'll be able to get some discounts. Yeah." He nodded. "It'll probably come to $1200 ."
"Really?" Jackson asked looking up at the jeep. "Cause I know a thing or two about cars and I think it'll be about $500."
"I can't do that." The mechanic glared. "A grand."
Jackson glared. "You're not getting more than $800." The mechanic looked ready to argue, but changed his mind.
"$800." He grumbled before continuing his work on the Jeep.
"Sounds fair to me." Jackson smiled, walking over to where Stiles was. "Oh, and my father will be having some check you've done it correctly, so no shortcuts." He opened the door, grimacing at a slimy substance. "Gross." He muttered, walking through, wiping his hand on his jeans.
"J-Jackson." Stiles whimpered, Jackson then noticed that Stiles was on the floor. "I-I can't move." He gasped out, a sob following his words. "I c-can't- I can't-"
"Hey, hey, calm down, okay. I'll get you out of here and we'll figure this out." Jackson promised, forcing himself to stay calm, but internally, he was freaking out. He leant down and grabbed Stiles' arm. He was able to get Stiles in front of the door when his hands went numb.
"What the hell?" he muttered, he stood up straight and tried to regain feeling in his hands. His efforts were in vain as the feeling only spread.
"Jackson, there's something on the Jeep!" Stiles gasped out. Jackson caught a glimpse of a creature cutting the back of the mechanic's neck. As Jackson fell to the floor, he saw the mechanic do the same. Whatever was happening to him and Stiles, was happening to the mechanic too, only a lot faster.
Jackson used the last of his strength to dial 911 as he and Stiles watched helplessly as the creature slashed a pipe, effectively disabling the hydraulic car lift. The wolves fought to regain control over their bodies as the seconds ticked by, listening to the mechanic scream out for help, before the Jeep reached the ground, crushing the man beneath it.
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Scott walked into the animal clinic the next day, to see an unexpected patient on the metal table.
"They're coming back, so we don't have much time to talk." Doctor Deaton's voice spoke up from behind Scott, startling him.
"What?" Scott's eyes were wide and his movements frantic. "Wh-who's coming back? Why is there a dead body on the table?"
"Hunters, the Argents." Deaton stated "Someone killed one of their own and they know that it wasn't Derek or any of you."
"Okay, how do you know all this? Actually, how... How do you know anything?" Scott demanded, Derek and Stiles were right. There is something up with Deaton, but Scott had no idea what.
"It's a longer story. What I can tell you, is that I know about your kind. Your kind? I can help. This." He gestured to the body on the table "This is something different."
"Well, do you know what did it?" Scott asked, semi-hopefully. On one hand, he wanted to know so that they could stop it. On the other hand, he wasn't sure that he was quite ready to learn about more than just werewolves and Banshees, the world was weird enough as it was.
"No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part, they'll have a record or book. It'll have descriptions, histories, notations, of all the things that they've discovered." Deaton explained and Scott had the sinking feeling that he wanted Scott to get the book.
"All the things? How many different things are there?"
Before the vet could answer, the Argents arrived and Scott rushed into hiding while Deaton continued his autopsy.
"I'm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent 'closed' sign." The vet stated dryly, turning to face the hunters. Freezing in surprise when he saw Gerard.
"Hello, Alan. It's been a while. The last I heard, you had retired." The elder Argent greeted
"Last I heard you followed a code of conduct."
"If you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours." Chris pointed out with a glare.
"I did, I also noticed the gunpowder residue on his fingertips and the wound on his thigh. Which, I'd say, is from an arrow, your family's weapon of choice. So don't assume I will be swayed by your philosophy just 'cause I'll answer a few questions.
"He was only 24." Chris retorted, growing frustrated with the man
"Killers come in all ages." Was the reply.
"All ages, sizes, shapes. It's the last one that concerns us." Gerard informed the vet, showing that he wanted to get to business.
"How about you tell us what you found?" Chris requested,, although it was more of a demand.
Deaton turned the corpse's head, resulting in a sickening cracking sound. "See this cut? Precise. Almost surgical. This isn't the wound that killed him. This had a more interesting purpose."
"Relating to the spine." Gerard said knowingly.
"That's right. Whatever made this cut, it's laced with a paralytic toxin, potent enough to disable all motor functions. These are the cause of death. Notice the patterns on each side."
"Five for each finger." Chris observed
"Each claw." Gerard corrected.
"As you can see, it dug in, slashed upward, eviscerating the lungs and slicing through the bone of the rib cage with ease." Deaton made an example of the movement with his hands.
"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Gerard asked, keeping his expression neutral.
"No."
"Any idea at all what killed him?" Chris asked with an eyebrow raised.
"No." Deaton admitted, "But I can tell you it's fast, remarkably strong, and has the capacity to render its victims essentially helpless within seconds."
"If you're saying we should be cautious? We get it." Chris scoffed
"I'm saying you should be afraid. Be very afraid. Because in the natural world, predators with paralytic toxins use them to catch and eat their prey. This prey wasn't eaten. That means whatever killed him only wanted to kill him. In fact, killing may be its only purpose." Scott's heart was beating rapidly in his chest. That explains what happened to Stiles and Jackson, whatever that goo was that they mention must have been from the creature. It paralyzed them, that's why they couldn't move. He needed to tell Derek. Now.
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"Okay, never go anywhere alone. Understood? After training tonight, you will all work out a schedule for school. If someone has a class alone, two people will walk them there and meet them. I don't care that this thing has only attacked at night so far, that could change at any time, so be cautious." Derek informed the pack firmly as they sat in the Stilinski living room. He held up a vial of a gooey, clear substance. "This is the paralytic agent that took down the victims, and Stiles and Jackson. The creature can apparently administer it through a cut, but also leave it lying around. It set in in less than a minute for Stiles and Jackson, but works a lot faster via cut. If you get cut inexplicably, or touch something slimy or gooey, get out of sight, contact the pack and wait it out."
"I'm not sure if it's because we got it on our hands, but Stiles and both lost feeling in our hands first." Jackson informed the pack as Lydia cuddled him closer.
"Yeah, it was like a numb feeling, then it spread until I-we couldn't move at all from the neck down." Stiles shuddered at the memory, hating every second of it. Derek took his mate's hand in his own and gave it a comforting squeeze.
"This thing is dangerous," Derek stated, rather unnecessarily but the Pack weren't about to point that out. "It doesn't seem to have any purpose other than killing, making it unpredictable and pretty terrifying." He set the vial down on the table carefully before picking up a piece of paper. "Lydia made a sketch based off of Stiles and Jackson's descriptions. Take a good look." He handed the sketch to Allison, who took a good look before passing it to Erica. "Any questions?"
Scott raised his hand slightly. "Yeah, I have one." Derek nodded at him in a 'go ahead' gesture. "Why is my boss tied up in the corner?"
"Because we need him to answer a few questions." Derek stated simply.
"Why not just ask?" Scott demanded. "Why kidnap him? He could fire me!"
"He won't," Derek said confidently, giving the vet a heated look. "not if he values his life."
"Well, he could take away my raise!"
"He gave you a raise?" Derek looked at the vet again. "How much?"
"$2.50 an hour."
Derek nodded and hummed. "Not bad," He admitted, then looked at Scott curiously "Do you want more?"
"What? No! Derek!"
The rest of the pack couldn't help chuckling at the exchange. "Are we gonna torture him?" Erica asked, smiling evilly at the vet.
"No!" Scott yelled out.
"Maybe." Stiles countered.
"It depends on how easily he gives us information." Derek stated, walking over to the vet and removing the gag. "So. Tell us what you know."
"Sure, although Scott is right, you really didn't have to result to these measures." Deaton stated with a raised eyebrow. "I take it you don't remember me, Derek?" This caught everyone's attention. "I understand that we haven't been in the same room longer than 5 minutes since you were eight years old, but I would have thought you'd at least recognise my scent."
Realisation hit Derek like a train and his eyes widened. "You were my mother's emissary."
"I was." It wasn't long until Deaton was set free and telling them what he'd learnt about the creature they were dealing with.
"As far as I can tell, Gerard knows what we're dealing with, but for some reason, he hasn't told the other hunters, at least not Chris." Deaton finished telling the pack. "I'd say the best way of finding out what we're dealing with is to get our hands on that book."
"You want us to steal a book from the Argents?" Isaac asked incredulously. "Sure, let's just walk right into a house full of hunters and pray that we don't die!"
"I can do it." Allison suggested. "Now that they know I'm still human, I have an in. Dad wants me back anyway. We can stage a fall out or something, I'll go back and get the book."
"No." Derek protested immediately. "I admire your determination, Ally but I'm not going to let you walk back into a house of killers for a book. If you really want to go back, I can't stop you, but I'm not letting you do that just for something so small, it's too dangerous."
"I can protect myself." Allison informed him defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest
"I know that you can, I've never doubted that for a second, but you're Pack." Derek assured, thanks to Deaton's presence he didn't allow too much emotion to show, but his Pack knew well enough to know that he was practically begging her not to go back "I won't risk you getting hurt over this. Your father won't try anything, but Gerard will. The other night, your mother shoved wolfsbane in your face because she thought you were a werewolf. No, we'll find another way to get the book."
Allison wanted to protest, but she understood where Derek was coming from, so she didn't. "Okay, then what can we do?"
"I have an idea." Lydia spoke up. "It's a little crazy, but I think it'll work."
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Monday morning, Allison was wide awake, feeling refreshed and ready to go to school and set the plan into motion. Lydia on the other hand… Well, Lydia was still in bed. Although it was new for the girl, Allison wasn't really surprised, as when she had gone to bed at eleven the night before, Lydia was still on the phone to Stiles, fine tuning the details of the plan.
"Good morning Mrs Martin." Allison greeted the older woman in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast. "Omelette?"
"Ohh, that smells wonderful, but I'm afraid I'm on a diet." The woman protested, though she kept eyeing the pan hungrily so Allison insisted.
"Come on, you don't need to diet, you're gorgeous. But if it makes you feel better, they're egg white." Allison grinned.
"Oh, go on then." The woman conceded after a few seconds. "Would you like some help?"
"No thank you, but Lydia is still in bed, so you might wanna wake her up." Allison giggled. "I think it's her way of protesting therapy today." Mrs Martin sighed, before making her way upstairs to get Lydia out of bed.
Less than a minute later, Allison heard a horrified gasp from upstairs. She quickly turned the stove off, before rushing up. When she reached her best friend's room, she saw Lydia's sheet's covered in blood and Lydia's mother inspected the girl's bloodied hand.
"Oh my god, Lydia! What happened?" Allison rushed into the room.
"Lydia, sweetheart, what did you do? What did you do to yourself?"
"I-I don't- I-I" Lydia froze when her eyes fell on her mirror, the object was smashed and bloodied in the center,
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"How long has this been going on?" Derek asked in concern as he inspected Lydia's hand after school that day.
"S-since the night he died." Lydia admitted softly. "I didn't say anything because I thought it was just PTSD mixing with this new Banshee stuff. Now I'm.. not so sure."
"It's okay, we'll figure it out." Derek promised smiling at the girl in reassurance. Lydia smiled back sadly. "But I'm going to need you to tell me, or any of the pack, when something happens and when. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good, so, how about we get you cleaned up, then go reserve the best seats to watch our pack kick ass during the game?"
Lydia laughed at that. "Sounds good to me. Thanks Derek, you make a great alpha."
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"Allison, thank you for coming to see me." Gerard smiled as he left his office to see the brunette waiting for him. "To be honest, I'm kind of surprised, after the other night."
"That's kind of why I'm here." She lied with a soft smile on her face. "I wanted to thank you for calling the others off. It could have gotten really out of control if you hadn't." That was true, she was scared to think just how badly it could have gone.
"Ah, well, I think my men were the only ones injured, along with your mother." Gerard smiled in a pleasant manner, a true juxtaposition to the words that had just left his mouth, and locked the office door.
"Stiles was shot." Allison informed him. "The bullet was embedded into his shoulder blade, we made a mess getting it out. Fortunately, the scent of a Pack Mate's blood drew our missing friend back to us. He was so concerned that we had to knock him out so that he wouldn't wake the entire town." Allison chuckled at the memory.
"That sounds entertaining." Gerard chuckled. "More so than this Lacrosse game."
"Oh, I don't know, Lacrosse is pretty good." Allison smiled. "A little violent, but definitely entertaining."
"Oh, are you off to the game tonight?" Gerard asked in faux surprise.
"Yeah, five of my Pack Mates are on the team, so.."
"Ah, of course. I'll admit, when I found out what they were, I was tempted to take them off of the team, in the name of fairness of course. But, for one, they were all on the team before turning and secondly, that and the swim team are the only competition winning teams in the school, even before gaining werewolves. Tell your friends that as long as they keep their grades up, keep winning and don't kill anybody, they can stay on the team as long as they want. Even after they graduate."
Allison laughed. "Yeah, I will." She wasn't stupid, she knew that he had something up his sleeve and was only being nice and trying to get close to her for his plan. Whatever it was.
"Now, I understand if you want to sit with your friends and not be seen all buddy-buddy with the principal, but I'd really appreciate someone talking me through what's going on."
"Yeah, of course." Allison smiled genuinely, he'd just made her task easier.
"Great, but you're going to have to be patient with me, I'm going to have a lot of questions."
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During the game, Allison managed to get her grandfather's coat, and gave the office key's to Erica slyly when the blonde walked past.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Coach Finstock asked Danny, who was holding an ice pack wrapped in a cloth to his head.
"Four?"
"Two, say two." Coach stated.
"Two?"
"Perfect, get back out there!" He patted Danny on the back and sent him on the field.
"You're still short one player coach." The ref informed him.
"Stilinski, get out there!"
"Yes coach." Stiles excitedly ran out onto the pitch. This was his first time playing since being turned and he was going to make the most of it.
"Great. Let's go!"
The whistle sounded and the match went on, only for Beacon Hills to lose another player. Coach frantically looked around, then pointed at Boyd. "You! Do you play Lacrosse?!"
Boyd looked to Derek, who said. "If you're sure you can stay in control, I don't mind. But the second you feel like you're losing it, I want you off of the field, understood."
"Yeah, thanks." Boyd grinned, then stood and removed his jacket.
"Yeah- oh, oh ho, oh oh, ohhh, we got ourselves a player!" Coach yelled excitedly when he saw Boyd's muscles.
Derek's phone pinged with a text.
From: Erica
Message: Nothing here.
He sighed, and continued watching the game as he waited for his Beta to get back.
On the field, Boyd took out 'The Abomination.' Gaining excited cheers from the Beacon Hills crowd.
"The bigger they are! The. Bigger. They. Are." Coach yelled, Derek turned to Lydia with a raised eyebrow.
"It's coach." Was the girl's only explanation.
Scott scored the next goal, only to be slammed into by another player from the other team. As he hit the ground, there was a sickening crunch of bone.
Isaac and Stiles got to him first, shortly followed by Allison, Jackson and Danny. Boyd however walked over to Derek with glowing yellow eyes.
"Erica," Boyd gasped "Something's wrong with Erica."
Derek took off in a sprint. He saw Erica running past the pool towards him. "Erica, what's-" Then he saw what was chasing her. The creature.
"Shit," he started running towards her as, but the creature beat him there, cutting the back of her neck. "Erica!" The blonde swayed on her feet before falling into the pool. The creature snarled at him, aiming for him next, but Derek didn't care as he drove into the pool to save his Beta. She was lying at the bottom, motionless, bubbles of air escaping her lips. Seeing the girl so helpless terrified him as he swam to save her.
He quickly pulled her up, relieved when she immediately gasped for air. "It's okay, it's okay, I've got you." He assured his Beta, his eyes were glowing red as they flickered from the girl to the creature.
"What's it doing?" She gasped as the creature circled the pool, but made no attempt to attack them.
"I don't know." Derek admitted, fighting to keep the fear out of his voice.
"Hey assbutt!" a voice called out, followed by a knife embedding itself into the creature's chest.
Derek looked towards the voice to see Lydia holding multiple throwing knives, flanked by Jackson. Derek used the distraction to move to the opposite end of the pool, when he got there, he and Erica were suddenly yanked out. Stiles was holding him, Boyd holding Erica.
"Boyd, get her out of here, we'll hold it off!" Derek whispered. "Go!"
Boyd and Erica left, then Stiles and Derek sprung into action. The fight was brief, ending when the creature saw its reflection and became confused and frightened, then it ran away.
"I know what it is." Derek announced. "It's called a Kanima."
"Uhh, that's great, but I have a question." Lydia spoke up, touching the back of her neck. "It cut me on the back of my neck." She stated, looking at the blood on her gloves. "So why am I not paralysed on the floor right now?"
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Chris and Victoria were in the kitchen, cooking dinner and drinking wine when the front door opened.
"Oh good you're back, dinner's almost ready." Victoria called out as she limped to the kitchen door.
"Great." Gerard smiled. "Do we have room for two more?" He asked as Scott and Allison hesitantly came into view.
"Hi." Scott greeted sheepishly. Chris immediately hugged Allison whilst sending Scott a glare.
"Allison." Victoria greeted tensely whilst rubbing her injured shoulder.
"Hey mum, how are your.. uh… injuries?"
"They're fine."
Dinner was tense, for the most part.
"Okay, why is everyone so quiet?" Gerard asked, looking around the dinner table. He and Chris were at opposite ends of the table, Scott and Allison were next to each other on one side of the table, Victoria on the other.
"Is it that uncomfortable that they're dating?"
"No," Victoria stated. "What's uncomfortable is that there is a werewolf in my house." Chris' eyes widened, obviously he didn't know that Victoria had told Gerard everything.
"Now, now Victoria, no need to be so harsh. I've come to.. an agreement with the Pack, haven't I Allison?" Gerard asked, ignoring Victoria's outrage at the news.
"Yup." She smiled. "Everything is okay. But, uh, can Scott and I be excused to grab some of my things from my room?"
"Yes, of course."
The two were able to break into the safe, only to find a cookbook inside. Then Allison realised something.
"I know where it is."
They quickly made an excuse to leave, Allison 'accidentally' grabbed her grandfather's coat on the way out and then the pair felt like they could breathe again as they made their way to the Stilinski house.
"I don't get it." Gerard smiled at the door as it slammed shut. "What's not to like?"
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"I've found something." Lydia announced. "It says here that the Kanima seeks a master."
"So whoever it is." Scott started, "Not only do they not know who, or what, they are-"
"They don't know what they're doing." Stiles continued. "Someones controlling them."
"Do you realise how much worse this is?" Derek asked in frustration, running a hand through his hair. "Before we were dealing with a random serial killing monster. Now, we're dealing with premeditated murders, committed by a monster, controlled by someone with an agenda that we have no idea about."
"How fun." Lydia sighed, sarcasm dripping from her words in measures that rivaled Stiles. "I'll try to find out what I can."
A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy this chapter. The next one might be a little late as I'll be taking a few days off writing to celebrate my birthday! *Party poppers sound* I made opening credits for the series a while ago, but forgot to post the link, but here it is: bit. ly/ 1ItYZ9c
Lynette Serina Jones Harkness: Thank you, I hope that you like this chapter too x
Chikacookie: Thank you so much. I'll keep slipping them in. Thank you, I've tried to keep him mostly the same, just more confident and self sure because of being a werewolf and having Derek. I hope that you liked this chapter x
Ominous07: Thank you, I miss Danny and Derek too, but don't worry, I plan on keeping them both around for the entirety of the story. I hope that you like this chapter too x
FanFicLove98: Thank you so much! That really means a lot! I really hope that you continue to enjoy this story. Again, thank you x
shaniaj3: Thank you, I'm so glad that you like it! No, Jackson isn't the Kanima, muahaha! I'm glad you like it and hope that you continue to do so x
Lin36bffbecca: Thank you so much! I hope you liked this chapter x
lateVMlover: Thank you, I'll try to keep up the pack dynamics. I'm glad, I've tried to show the characters with the potential that they had in the show, and how I think they could have developed. I hope that you liked this chapter x
Fleeing Dawn: Not sure if that was sarcasm or not, but I feel that the ability to cope with the change depends on your attitude towards it. If you accept it and embrace it, you'll have an easier time accepting it, but if you fight it, you'll have a harder time with it x
sidneytrahan101: Wish granted! I hope that you've enjoyed this chapter x
mycookiesgaara: Well, now you know what, wait and see who. Thank you so much, I love independent Allison too. Yes she is, I want an opportunity to hit her again. I hope you like it x
XkabarJohnX: Then this chapter probably took a while, sorry. Yes there are, very soon x