The Hale Pack

by Missmusiclover573

What if Scott and Stiles hadn't separated that night in the woods? What if both boys had been bitten? Would things have played out differently? Or end in the same amount of loss and pain? *Eventual Sterek*

25. Bruised And Bloodied

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.

A/N: Lot's of dates, the Pack is attacked, Melissa learns a new skill and Lydia talks to her mother.

The Hale Pack: Bruised And Bloodied

Derek let out a sigh of annoyance. "Children." He muttered and seconds later, was met with a rain of popcorn.

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It had been two weeks since Cora and Derek returned to Beacon Hills and things were going well. The Hale house was completely furnished, including the second basement. Cora, Isaac, Stiles, Derek, the Sheriff, Boyd, and Jackson had all moved into the house. Allison had moved back in with her parents, the family leaving their old house in favour of an apartment closer to the preserve, and Scott, Lydia, Danny and Erica chose to stay with their parent(s). Although Melissa and Scott were talking about moving but that was still undecided.

But it didn't really matter, as the members who didn't live there, still spent the majority of their time there. At that moment in time, the Pack, minus Danny who was on vacation with his family, were cooling down from the hot weather, most of them in the pool.

"Jackson!" Erica shrieked from the boy's arms. "Put me down!" She demanded, but her Pack Mate just took her further from the deck chair and sun umbrella. "Jackson! I said. Put. Me. Down!"

"Alright, as you wish Blondie." Jackson stated with a smirk, before dropping his friend into the pool. He let out a loud laugh as the blonde hit the water, sending water all around. Jackson then ran and cannon-balled into the water, just in time to splash Erica as she resurfaced.

"Jackson!" Erica seethed, flashing her eyes at her fellow beta. "You're gonna pay for that!" She growled, then pounced, rather impressively seeing as she was in water, at Jackson and dunked his head under the water.

"Catwoman!" Stiles scolded from his position beside Scott at the opposite end of the pool.

"He started it!"

"That does not mean that you're allowed to drown him." Erica sighed and released Jackson, and the boy immediately shot up and began gasping for breath, then growled and flashed his eyes at the girl. Erica rolled her eyes and swam over to Boyd and Cora, who were having a conversation and floating a few metres away from her.

"It's amazing that reminding people not to kill each other has become a regular part of our day." Scott chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

"All part of being in a werewolf Pack, Scotty." Stiles grinned as Allison and Lydia drifted past on floats, both with sunglasses on, and splatters of water decorating their bodies. "How did you not fall off with all of that splashing about?"

"Practice from spending summers at hotel resorts, Stiles." Lydia stated, without looking at him. "The amount of annoying kids there, who try to knock you into the water without touching you, is astounding."

"Eight years gymnastic, Stiles, I'm pretty good at balancing." Allison stated, a small smirk tugging at her lips, but like Lydia, she didn't look at him, just kept lounging. Until Isaac ran from the house to the pool, jumped over Scott and Stiles, landing in a cannonball between the two girls, hitting both of their floats in the process, flipping them over. Both girls gasped for breath when they surfaced, looking murderously at Isaac. "Isaac!" Allison seethed, taking off her sunglasses to give her mate a real glare. "Why did you do that?"

"Because it's funny." Isaac grinned, then swam away, over to Scott and Stiles. "Hey." He smiled, ignoring Lydia and Allison's angry cursing behind him as he kissed Scott.

"Hey," Scott greeted with a goofy smile. "You realise that she and Lydia are probably going to get revenge, right?"

"Yes, but it's worth it."

"I don't know."

Stiles chuckled at the pair, looking around at the Pack, when he noticed Derek walking over. Wearing joggers rather than swim shorts. "Der, I know that you're new to the whole 'fun' thing, but swimming is usually done in a swimsuit, not joggers."

Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles. "I'm not going to swim, I'm off out." He announced and the Pack went quiet, wondering where their alpha was going.

"Where are you going?"

"Hunting for deer to leave for you on the porch." Derek stated casually as he walked past the pool, towards the woods.

"Okay coo- wait, what?" Stiles demanded with wide eyes

"Just kidding, I'm going for a run." Derek grinned proudly, and everyone stared in shock for a few seconds, then Stiles burst out laughing, shortly followed by Scott, then Cora, then everyone else. "I'll be back soon." Derek promised.

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When Derek returned to the house, things had gone to hell. "What happened?" He demanded, looking around at his injured Pack and the destroyed pool furniture.

"Uhh," Stiles winced as Boyd helped him to his feet. "Would you believe us if we said pixies did it?"

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Stiles, Erica, Lydia, Jackson and Isaac were being supported, or full out carried, by the Pack to the hospital. Melissa was with them, as the Pack had called her to help set their injuries. However, after an hour, and no signs of them healing, Melissa insisted that they go to the hospital. Derek had protested, saying that they could heal at any time, and cause a lot of questions. Then Melissa reminded him that the entire police department knew, so the hospital staff should too, so that in cases like this the Pack, or any of their supernatural allies, could go and get the medical help that they need without having to worry. After a call to Stiles' dad and another half hour of no healing, Derek agreed and took his Pack to the hospital.

"You know, when you offered to carry me, this isn't what I had in mind." Stiles huffed from where he was slung over Derek's shoulder.

"What's wrong with this? I'm carrying you aren't I?" Derek retorted as they walked through the front door, to see the Sheriff and four deputies, talking to the head doctors, all of whom looked shocked and disbelieving. "You told them?"

"Yup," John stated, looking worriedly at his son and the other injured Pack members. "But they're having trouble believing, so..."

Derek sighed then shifted into beta form, the uninjured beta's did the same. "That enough proof for you?" When the doctors nodded, Derek continued. "Good, now, fix my Pack."

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"Really? Pixies?" Stilinski asked in exasperation, as he and Melissa joined the Pack for dinner. They had invited Allison's parents, but they were having a date night. They had offered to help with the pixies though, but Derek assured them that their help wasn't necessary yet.

"Yes, dad, pixies!" Stiles exclaimed, waving his fork around. "But don't say that in front of them, that's what Catwoman did, and they got angry!"

"Pixies aren't friendly." Cora stated, as she picked at the last of her food. "Our mother dealt with some when I was nine, they damn near tore down the preserve."

"They also nearly tore off your arm!" Derek reminded her, glaring at his empty plate, like it had personally offended him. "and now they've tried to do it again!"

"Derek, I'm fine." Cora told him with an exaggerated eye roll. "They failed, just like last time."

"Any chance these are the same pixies that attacked you last time?" Isaac asked curiously, subconsciously rubbing his now healed shoulder.

"No." Derek and Cora stated in unison.

"Those pixies are dead." Derek told them confidently.

"Are you sure?"

"Yup." Cora grinned. "The one who injured me was the first to go. My very first kill." She smiled proudly.

"Wait if you've killed, then why aren't your eye's blue?" Scott asked, giving the girl a half curious, half suspicious look.

"Because your eyes only turn blue if you kill an innocent, and those things are far from innocent." Derek reminded him, and the crooked jawed boy nodded in understanding. "Now, back to the pixies."

"Yeah, the pixies." Jackson jumped in, angry at the creatures that hurt his mate. Lydia was still injured, due to not having supernatural healing. Luckily, her wounds weren't that bad, but she wouldn't be able to fight for a few days, at least. "How do we kill them? They may be small, but they kicked our asses earlier dad."

"Because you underestimated them." Derek told them, taking a second to look each member of his Pack in the eyes. "Now you know better, and I will teach you how to fight them."

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The next day, Melissa and the Sheriff were drinking coffee at midnight in the Hale house, cell phones and a first aid kit in front of them on the table. They were waiting for their kids to call them back, because neither boys were answering and they just hoped to god that the Pack could battle a pixie army and come back in one piece.

"Grounding?" Melissa suggested. The pair were trying to come up with an appropriate punishment for their son's. Not for fighting, that couldn't be avoided, but for not answering their phones. Sure, both parents knew that it wasn't the boy's faults, it's difficult to find time to answer your phone in the middle of a battle, but they were worried. Talking about this helped distract them from thinking the worst. "We could put mountain ash on their windows, I'll lock Scott in his room, you can lock Stiles in a guest room."

"They'd just get Allison or Lydia to let them out." John reminded her, a slight frown on his face.

"True."

"Oh, we could block their phones." He suggested with a shrug. "Make it so that they can only call or text us and the station."

"Yeah, but now that school's out, they all see each other everyday." Melissa stated, before taking another swig of coffee.

"Damn you're right." John sighed, then his head shot up. "Oh, how about-" John was cut off by the sound of the front door opening, followed by the sound of shuffling feet. The pair looked up to see their son's walk in, followed by the Pack. Every one of them was covered in a smelly purple goo.

"Oh my god, what the hell is that?" Melissa gagged and used her fingers to pinch her nose, trying to block out the stench.

"Pixie blood." Scott grumbled, looking disgusted. "I'm gonna go shower."

"Me too." Allison stated, turning to go upstairs.

"Me three." Isaac announced, and the trio made their way upstairs.

"Is Scott okay?" Melissa asked in concern, eyes staring at the stairs her son had disappeared up.

"He just feels guilty." Stiles assured her. "He tried to simply fight them off, but he had no choice but to kill one."

"He'll be fine Mrs McCall." Derek assured the woman, "He's strong, he'll get through it." Melissa smiled gratefully. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go get this junk off of me."

"I'll join you." Stiles stated, and soon, the two parents were alone in the kitchen again, the sound of multiple showers running became background noise. No one noticed that Boyd and Erica had gone to separate showers. Nor had they noticed that the couple hadn't spoken since leaving the hospital. Nobody except Cora.

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Erica sighed as she flopped, face first, onto her bed, ignoring the sound of her parents calling her name.

"Erica, sweetie, I know that you can hear me." Her mother stated from the doorway. "With those super senses of yours, you'd be able to hear me if I was in the back garden, whispering. So, please talk to me."

"Boyd and I had a fight." She grumbled, rolling onto her back then sitting up to see both of her parents.

"What about?" Her mother asked cautiously, moving to sit next to Erica.

"Do you want me to shoot him?" Mr Reyes offered.

"Jake!"

"What? Hayley, this boy hurt our little girl! Besides, he'll heal!"

Erica giggled, wiping the tears from her face. "You don't have to shoot him dad, I'm hoping we'll be able to get past this. We are mates after all."

"So what happened, sweetie?" Hayley Reyes asked in concern, trying to look her daughter in the eyes. "What did you argue about?"

"Cora."

"Cora?" Jake asked in confusion. "That's you're alpha's sister, right?"

"Yeah." Erica nodded, wiping more stray tears from her cheek.

"Did he flirt with her or something?"

"No, I did." The girl stated, her parents both looked shocked so she explained, "I felt drawn to her, the way that I am to Boyd. I spoke to him about it, and he is too. So we asked Isaac, Allison and Scott, and they explained what a triad mate bond feels like and we knew. Cora is our mate. I wanted to flirt with her, try to figure out if she could feel the same towards us, to make sure, y'know?" Hayley nodded, trying to shake off her shock and focus on helping Erica. "But Boyd didn't want to 'cause he was worried about how Derek would react. I said that he wouldn't mind as long as all three of us are happy, but he still refused. But I really wanted to, so while we were in the pool, I flirted with Cora. She started to reciprocate, but then those damn pixies attacked. Afterwards Boyd wouldn't talk to me. I finally got him to and he said that I shouldn't have flirted with Cora. I tried to explain that I did it because I want to be the kind of person who goes after what I want. I want him and I want Cora. So I will go after both. Then-" A sob escaped her lips, and a fresh wave of tears rolled down her cheeks. "Then he said that I must want Cora more, if I'm willing to do something he's not comfortable with to get her." Erica broke down in tears, leaning against her mum as her body shook.

"Oh honey." Jake sighed, walking over and wrapping his arms around her. "We all know that your mum is better at comforting than me, so how about, I go out and buy you ice cream, chocolate, pop corn, tissues and anything else you want, whilst your mum does the actual parenting?" Erica and Hayley giggled, and Erica nodded gratefully.

"Okay." Erica offered her father a watery smile. "Thanks dad."

"No problem, honey. I'll be right back."

Once the man was gone, Hayley spoke to Erica in a conspiratorial whisper, "If you want a new phone, now is the time to ask." Causing her daughter to burst into laughter. Once she calmed down, her mum spoke again. "Are you going to text him, at least say that you want to try to make things work?"

"No," Erica shook her head firmly. "No, a part of me wants to, but I'm scared that if I do, I'll go back to being who I was."

"What do you mean, sweetie?" Hayley asked in concern.

"The girl I was before I became friends with the Pack. The shell of a girl who was too afraid to defend herself." Erica explained, with a frown on her face and determination in her voice. "I don't want to be the girl who chases people anymore. I've learnt that I'm here, and I'm important. I'm not going to run after people to prove that I matter anymore. No matter how much I love them."

"That's good sweetie, and I'm proud of you"

"But?"

"But sometimes, that's not the best thing. I mean, what if someone you hold close and dearly have the same mindset? Who will be the one to make the first step, if you're both too proud to do so. Chasing people who are important to you isn't weak, it's one of the bravest things you can do."

"You're right." Erica smiled at her mother's wise words. "But I'm gonna be proud for one more night. I'll text him in the morning."

Twenty minutes later, Erica was curled up on the sofa in between her parents. She felt like she was five years old again, and she loved every second of it. They were watching one of the many movies Erica had wanted to watch when she was growing up, but couldn't as they could trigger her epilepsy. Now, that wasn't an issue.

They were half way through the movie when her head shot up, and she looked in the direction of the front door with a huge smile on her face. "It's Boyd!" She announced happily, just as a knock sounded on the door. "He's here." She stood from the couch and tried to rush to the door, only to be stopped by her father.

"Uh, uh. No! I'll be answering the door. This boy hurt you, now he has to deal with me." Jake stated, then marched over to the door.

He swung the door open and fixed a glare on Boyd. The wolf was standing there with a bouquet made up of Erica's favourite flowers, dry tear streaks stained his cheeks, and a remorseful and heartbroken look was etched on his face.

"What do you want?" Jake asked in an angry tone, though it became a lot less genuine when he saw how upset the boy was.

"Please, I-I need to talk to Erica." Boyd all but begged. He absolutely hated showing weakness, he loathed it. But he was willing to swallow his pride and let it all out to get Erica back. "I made a huge mistake! I love your daughter, more than words can say, and I don't want some stupid fight to ruin everything." Boyd exclaimed, looking the man in the eye to show his sincerity. "I will do anything to prove how much I love her. I will do anything to get her back."

Jake Reyes opened his mouth to say something, only for Erica to push past him and press her body against Boyds. Erica kissed Boyd, startling him for a second, before he grinned, then kissed her back.

"Hey, hey, you two stop that!" Jake ordered, an edge of disgust to his voice. Boyd tried to pull away, only to have Erica wrap her arms around his neck, preventing him from doing so. "I said stop it!" Erica simply jumped slightly and wrapped her legs around Boyd's waist. "Aw, c'mon! I don't wanna see that!" Jake whined, and turned to see his wife leaning against a wall, awing at the couple. "Hayley! Make them stop!"

"Nah, I think it's cute." The woman smirked. "Alright you too, at least take it to the bedroom, and stop scarring my husband."

"What, no, you are not going upstairs!" Jake protested angrily, "Nuh uh, no way." He shook his head firmly as his wife pulled him into the living room.

"We'll be leaving for a hotel in ten minutes." Hayley informed the couple, who pulled apart to look at the woman. Hayley smiled at them despite her husband's protesting "Use protection!"

"What?!"

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Allison spent the next day teaching Melissa how to shoot a crossbow, "Okay, no, don't squint. Yeah, that's good, alright. Focus, breath, and… Shoot!" Melissa pulled the trigger, shooting the arrow at the target. The woman was pleasantly surprised when the arrow actually hit the target, hitting the inner blue ring.

"Yes!" Melissa cheered, and Allison giggled happily, holding up her hand to Melissa, who gave her a high five.

"Great job! Are you sure this is the first time you've done this?" Allison semi-teased, handing the woman another arrow.

"Yeah, this is actually my first time with a weapon that's not a baseball bat."

"Well, you're a natural." Allison complimented, then looked over her shoulder at Scott, who was sat watching a few metres away. "Right Scott?"

"Huh, what? Oh yeah." Scott agreed distractedly.

"You okay sweetie?" Melissa asked in concern.

"Yeah, it's just this." Scott gestured between the pair wildly. "You learning how to use a crossbow. It's both awesome and terrifying." The two women chuckled, sharing an exasperated look.

"Anyway," Allison chuckled "Speaking of baseball bats, has Lydia given you the mountain ash one yet?"

"Yeah, I keep by my bed, in my car or in my locker at work so I'm never without it." Melissa explained as she loaded the crossbow again.

"That's good thinking." Allison smiled, happy that her kind-of-mother-in-law was being cautious. "Do you carry anything else? Like regular mountain ash, or wolfsbane?"

"Yes to both." Melissa told her with a smile, then aimed the crossbow at the target again. "Although, the wolfsbane is mainly for if one of the wolves are injured and I need to treat it." The woman explained, then focused on the target before pulling the trigger. This time, the arrow landed in the outer red ring.

"You're getting better!" Allison stated excitedly, handing the woman another arrow. "Is the hospital going to start stocking wolfsbane?" She asked as Melissa shot the target again, the third arrow landing right beside the second one.

"Yes, they're also fitting the place with mountain ash baseboards and keeping bags of mountain ash next to each fire alarm." Melissa informed Allison, whilst loading the crossbow again. "There's also an abandoned ward in the basement, which they're talking about renovating specifically for supernatural patients. The dangerous ones, at least."

"Really?" Scott asked in surprise. "That's a good idea, but won't it cost a lot?"

"It would, but Chris and Alan have volunteered to use their connections to help get what we need. Making it a lot cheaper and easier than it would have been."

"Wait, Alan?" Scott asked with wide eyes, looking at his mother in shock. "You're on a first name bassist with my boss?!"

"Well, yeah, Scott, he's my friend." Melissa informed the werewolf, shaking her head fondly.

"But what if you guys fall out? He could fire me!"

Allison rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. "Scott, he didn't fire you after Derek kidnapped and interrogated him, so I highly doubt he'd fire you over a fight with your mum."

"Derek did what?"

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"Hey Cor," Derek greeted his sister as she walked into his study. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but I need to talk to you about something." Cora stated, causing her brother's brow to furrow in worry. "I've come to the realisation that I have two mates." She stated simply, and Derek's eyes widened slightly before he closed the book he was reading and set it down on his desk.

"Let me guess, one female with blonde hair, one male with dark skin, both werewolves."

"Yes. To see if they felt the same way towards me, I flirted with both of them and she reciprocated. Before I could act further, the pixies arrived. After we killed the pixies, I went to talk to them again, only to hear them arguing. She wanted to talk to me about being their mate, but Boyd didn't because he was worried about how you'd react. So, I need you to tell them that you give your blessing so that I can be with them." She told him, leaving no room for Derek to argue, not that he would anyway. He knew how important a Mate bond was and he'd never get in the way of that. Unless one of the Mates wished for a platonic bond and the other wished for a romantic one, then he'd get involved to make sure nobody did anything they'd regret.

Derek stared at her for a second, before sighing and grabbing his phone and dialed a number, after a few seconds, Erica picked up. "Hey, is Boyd with you?" He paused as the girl replied, then spoke again. "Good, I need the two of you to come to the house, it's nothing bad, I just need to talk to you. Okay, come straight to my study when you get here, see you soon." After he hung up, the two Hales silently stared at each other as they waited for Erica and Boyd to arrive.

"Uh, hey." Erica greeted cautiously as she and Boyd walked into the room ten minutes later. "Is everything okay?"

Derek finally tore his stare from Cora to look at the pair. "Cora tells me that she believes the three of you are mates." Derek stated simply, causing Erica to beam and Boyd to look nervous. "I don't care how you go about this, as long as no one gets their heart broken. Got it?"

"Wait." Boyd stated in confusion. "You don't mind us dating your sister?"

"No, as long as all three of you are happy, and I don't have to see or hear anything, I'll be fine." Derek informed him with a shrug then looked at his sister once more. "Now, if that's all that you wanted, I'd like to get back to my book."

"Of course." Cora grinned, before marching over to her mates. "We'll see you later Der." She grabbed their hands and led them to her room. Once there, she sat on her bed, and gestured for the other two to do the same. Once they did, she looked Erica in the eyes. "Okay, before we start anything, I need to ask you something." Erica nodded slightly nervously, wondering what the question could be. "We've been friends for a few weeks now, but I forgot your name the first time we met and I keep hoping that one of the Pack will say it while you're around but they all just call you weird nicknames, like Catwoman and Blondie, so seriously who are you?"

Erica stared at the brunette for a few seconds, before bursting into laughter. Seeing that the girl wouldn't be answering any time soon, Boyd chuckled and stated. "Her name is Erica."

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Stiles groaned as he hit the ground, then quickly rolled away from the claws swiping at him. He tried to crawl away, but glowing red eyes surrounded him. He was outnumbered, four to one. Four alpha's to one beta. Seriously? Why the hell were four alpha's traveling together? One of them appeared to be blind, he didn't think that that was possible for werewolves, but apparently it was. The blind one chuckled as the weird monster wolf grabbed his ankle and dragged him backwards. He was flipped onto his back, then a fist met his face. Then it happened again. And again. And again. It only stopped when the monster wolf moved back and separated into two bodies, so that the woman could grab Stiles by the throat, pull him from the ground and hold him in the air, cutting off his oxygen.

"Now, now, Stiles. There's no point in running. Each one of us is faster and stronger than you." The blind alpha stated, how the hell did he know Stiles' name? "Besides, we're not going to kill you. We just want to send your alpha a message."

Stiles tried to scream as claws cut into his back, but the female alpha just squeezed his throat harder. He tried to reach up to pull her arm away, only to find himself incapable of doing so. He looked as best as he could to find the two that separated from the monster wolf holding one of his arms each. Behind the woman, the blind alpha stood smiling. Which meant that the other male alpha was the one tearing open his back.

After a few minutes, the claws left his back, only for two sets of claws to slash at his sides, then he was dropped to the floor. He didn't dare howl or call out for help, afraid of what they would do. So he just laid there. Completely still. After what felt like eternity, he heard a voice, but his ears were ringing too much to make out who it was or what they were saying. He felt himself being lifted from the ground and carried somewhere, but he couldn't open his eyes. He couldn't move a muscle. He opened his mouth to say something, ask who was holding him and where they were taking him, but a garbled noise was all that came out. It was then that he noticed the metallic taste on his tongue and the warm, sticky liquid pouring out of his mouth, down his cheek. He felt like he was choking on the blood, like it was suffocating him. His chest tightened and he felt a familiar sensation, one that only comes at the start of a panic attack. The person carrying him seemed to notice, as they started to move faster. Stiles felt more blood running down his face and it became increasingly difficult to breath. The ringing in his ears got louder, the person carrying him said something, but he couldn't make it out, the more time that passed the further he drifted from reality. The pain was too much, the ringing was too loud. Then it all went away, it all went quiet.

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"Hey." Cora greeted gently as she sat opposite her brother in the hospital waiting room. "Have you heard anything yet?"

"The- uh- the wounds on his side have started to heal, but the cut on his back hasn't yet." Derek told her as the rest of the Pack, minus Lydia and Jackson who were already sitting with him, walked over. "I told them that it was caused by alpha's, and wounds from alpha's take long to heal. So, they think that it'll take an hour or so, based on how long it took the other cuts to heal."

"How do you know that it was caused by an alpha?" Isaac asked, trying not to show how scared he was for Stiles.

"Because of what they carved on his back." Derek stated bitterly, then nodded to Lydia. The girl pulled out her phone and showed them the picture she had taken of Stiles' back. It was partially obscured by the nurse who was cleaning it, but you could still make out what it was. "It's their symbol. It means they're coming."

"Alpha's?" Jackson asked worriedly. "Plural?"

"A Pack of them. We don't know how many there are, but they're dangerous. Each one of them killed their old Packs. It's a part of their sick 'initiation'." Derek growled, and the Pack, minus Cora, looked confused. "Deucalion, the leader of the alpha Pack, was the first to do it, now, he travels, searching for other alpha's to join his Pack. He makes them all kill their old Pack before he let's them join him. Rumor has it, he doesn't take rejection well, and tries to force the alpha to join them."

"Why?" Lydia asked with a raised eyebrow, trying to hide her discomfort. The redhead hated hospital, but as much as she hated being a patient, she hated being a visitor even more. "If he wanted to run off and make a new, stronger Pack he could've just left the old one; he didn't need to kill them, nor does he have to make other alpha's kill their Packs, so he must have a reason."

Cora nodded at the Banshee. "There's a rumour, although it's not spoken of very often, I only know about it because I overheard Deucalion tell alpha Jardine about it when he tried to convince her to join him, six months ago. Deucalion said that he discovered something, that extra power that can be gained by killing one of your own." There was silence as that sunk in.

"Jesus," Jackson eventually said. "No wonder they keep that quiet. No need to give your Alpha ideas."

"An Alpha shouldn't care," Derek hissed out angrily. "You don't hurt your Pack. Ever." Scott laid a hand on his alpha's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

"We know that you'd never hurt any of us Derek." Scott assured, trying to get Derek to meet his eye. "We know that you'll never join them."

"Now we just need to make them realise that." Erica stated determinedly. Before anything else was said, John arrived at the same time that Melissa walked out of Stiles room.

"He's awake."

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Lydia pinned her sketches on the walls in the sheriff's station, as Derek gathered the rest of the staff working there. They were warning everyone who knew about the supernatural of the alpha Pack. Unfortunately Stiles hadn't gotten a good look at the separate faces of the monster wolf, as the only time he actually saw their faces was when he was being strangled and cut. He knew that they were males, because of their bodies, but that was all. Fortunately, he remembered all of the others.

While they were telling the station about the Alpha Pack, Melissa and Jackson were telling the hospital staff, showing them photocopies of Lydia's drawings. John was staying with Stiles. Derek wanted to, but he had a shift at the station, sure he could switch with someone, but Lydia needed someone to help her talk to the deputies, and it would be better to have someone on the force helping. And as much as Derek wanted to be with Stiles, he couldn't ask a father to leave his injured son.

The rest of the Pack were scattered around town. Scott, Boyd and Allison were all at work, Scott was also consulting with Deaton, finding out what he knew and finding out if the druid could do anything to help. Erica and Isaac were having a video call with Danny, to warn him, and ask if he had a way to run or create a facial recognition software that would be able to bypass the glare of werewolf eyes. Cora was talking to her old alpha, as the woman had had first hand experience with the alpha Pack, and her Pack had lived to know about it.

Everyone had a role to play. Most (all) of the teenagers had initially protested, wanting to instead hunt down the alpha's who had hurt Stiles, but Derek had reminded them that the Pack was stronger, faster and far more ruthless than any of them. He reminded them that the alpha's wouldn't hesitate to do to them what they did to Stiles, possibly worse given that none of them were Derek's mate. Scott pointed out that the alpha's should have realised that hurting Stiles would only anger Derek, and make him less likely to join them. To which Derek replied that they probably hoped it would make him angry enough to lose his temper and lash out at the Pack. Maybe even hurt one of them.

Lydia turned to face the gathered deputies. She tried to force the memory of Stiles, pale, bruised and bloodied from her mind. She and Jackson were the ones to find him. They were on their way back to the house when Derek sent out a group text announcing that something was wrong with Stiles. But he didn't need to, Lydia knew. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. Jackson tried to lead her the faster way to the house, but her body wouldn't listen, she took a long, winding route, a route that led them to Stiles.

It had to have been a banshee thing. Stiles' scent was already all over the woods, as was the rest of the Pack's, which made it difficult to track each other by scent in there. But Lydia found him. Without even thinking about it, she found him bloodied and beaten on the ground. Too scared to call out for help. When he was finally ready to, he choked on his own blood. It was a horrible and terrifying sound. Lydia had never been that scared before. Not when she fought Peter, not when she knew something was wrong in her head, when Peter was manipulating her, not when they were attacked by pixies, not even during her numerous visits to the hospital as a patient in the past few months, nor the whispering voices she heard directing her to Stiles. Nothing had scared her as much as the thought of losing Stiles. One of her best friends, her Pack mate, the person who helped her accept who she was. Lydia clenched her eyes shut, trying to shake away those thoughts. He was alive, he was fine. The voices lead her to Stiles. Not Stiles' corpse. He was fine. He was fine.

Lydia jumped slightly as a hand gently grabbed her shoulder, her eyes flew open to see Derek looking at her in concern. "I'm fine." She immediately assured her Alpha. "I'm just worried about him."

"Me too."

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

The next afternoon, Stiles was completely healed and the Pack, Melissa, John and the Argents were searching the woods. Not for the alphas, but for Stiles' phone. Stiles had apparently dropped it the day before, and went to go get it. However, none of the Pack wanted him out of their sight, so it turned into a group expedition.

"Dad, can you call it?" Stiles asked, his eyes fixed on the ground as he walked. "I hope the battery isn't dead."

"I'll call it." Lydia stated, and hit number 4 on her speed dial. Stiles tried to protest, but it was too late. His phone had already started ringing.

"And all those things I didn't say were wrecking balls inside my brain, I will scream 'em loud tonight, can you hear my voice this time? This is my fight song! Take back my life song! Prove I'm alright song! My power's-" Before the song could play anymore, Stiles had lunged forward, grabbed Lydia's phone, and disconnected the call.

"That's your ringtone?" Allison asked with a chuckle, pulling out her own phone. "Oh, I've gotta hear that again!"

To the Pack's, minus Melissa, John and Scott, surprise, the ringtone was different. "I am a woman on a mission whoa, Nothing can stop me, I'm stronger than ever, I'm gonna see this through. I am a woman on a mission whoa, whatever it takes I will do what I gotta do." Allison hung up the phone, looked at Stiles, blinked, then said "I approve."

"So 'Fight Song' is specifically my ringtone?" Lydia asked with a raised eyebrow. When Stiles nodded, she grinned. "Good." Lydia called his phone again, and the Pack followed the sound, to find his phone a few meters away from where Jackson and Lydia found Stiles. "Banshee Queen? That's what you saved me as?"

"Yeah, it used to be red queen." Stiles stated with a shrug and the girl rolled her eyes.

"Of course it was." (A/N: Everyone else's names and ringtones can be found in a youtube link on my profile) Lydia sighed and shook her head.

"What's mine?" Scott asked, however, before Stiles could reply, a familiar, but unwelcome voice interrupted.

"My, my, are my eyes deceiving me, or is that Cora?" Peter asked, approaching the Pack casually. The wolves all growled at him, The Sheriff, Chris and Lydia pulled their guns, whilst Allison armed the compound bow she had brought with her and Melissa raised her mountain ash bat. Peter raised his hands defensively. "There's really no need for that. I understand that last time I saw any of you weren't exactly the best circumstances, but I'm better now, and simply ask for a chance to redeem myself."

"No way." Allison seethed angrily. "If you had only killed Kate, then maybe, but all of those other people were innocents who were manipulated into helping. They should have gone to jail, not the morgue! Then you used Lydia to bring yourself back to life and nearly killed Derek in the process."

"Not my finest moments." Peter agreed with a nod, looking apologetically at Lydia. "I regret putting you through that, Lydia. However, you must understand that I wasn't myself then. I had been in a coma for six years. Do you have any idea what that's like for one of us? It's not a peaceful sleep, you are completely conscious in a body that you cannot move or control. All that you can do is listen to your own thoughts driving you deeper and deeper into insanity."

"That still doesn't excuse what you did." Derek argued, "You could have reached out for help. You were sane enough to fake a comatose state when I came to visit you. You were sane enough to target specific people."

"You were sane enough to kill my sister!" Cora growled, flashing her eye's at the man.

"And I regret that deeply." Peter stated "But-" He didn't get the chance to finish, as Cora lunged at him, and punched him square in the face. Peter's hands flew up to his bloodied nose, only to double over when Cora punched him in the gut. She then kicked him in the face, and Peter fell to the floor. Cora immediately climbed on top of him and kept punching. "You - killed - Laura! -You Killed - my- sister - you - bastard!" She screamed in between punches. After staring in shock for a few more seconds, Derek ran forward and pried Cora off of their uncle.

"Cora, Cora stop!"

"He deserves it, he killed her!" Cora screamed, glaring at Peter. "He killed Laura! I could have seen her again! The three of us could have been together again! I could have my sister back if it wasn't for him! I could- we could- she-" Cora broke down in tears as Derek pulled her close to him.

"Go." He growled at Peter, flashing his eyes red for emphasis. "Or I'll kill you myself. Again."

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

A week later, there had been no signs of the alpha Pack or Peter, and Danny was returning home from vacation. The Pack was very happy to see Danny. What they weren't happy about was the fact that he didn't smell like them anymore. Which is how Danny ended up buried beneath the rest of the Pack in the puppy pile, completely unable to see anything other than Lydia's hair. He didn't really mind though. He missed his Pack as much as they missed him. "How was vacation?" Stiles asked, his voice muffled by the layers of people between them.

"Not bad, hooked up with some guys, but I couldn't enjoy as much as usual because I missed you losers too much." Danny replied honestly, ending up with strands of red hair stuck to his tongue.

"Good." Derek stated, and Danny could hear the smirk in his voice. "You're not allowed to have too much fun without us. If you do, you might never come back."

"Please," Danny scoffed and rolled his eyes, no longer caring about the hair in his mouth. "Like I'd ever want to leave you guys. My life would be so boring."

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Of course, all good things must come to an end. The next day, alerts were sent to each of their phones, notifying them that the silent alarms had been triggered by someone approaching the house. Danny immediately accessed the security cameras, so that the Pack could see who it was. Peter. Derek ran outside and growled at his uncle. "Get out of here." He ordered, flashing his eyes at the man.

"This is my house too, Derek."

"No it isn't. The land went to me after Laura died, and this house was built by my Pack for my Pack." Derek informed him, barely keeping himself from attacking Peter. "You have no claim over it."

"On the contrary, I have sentimental claims." Peter stated calmly, completely unfazed by Derek's anger, or the many eyes glaring at him from the various windows of the house.

"You have no sentiment."

"That's hurtful Derek." Peter said in mock offence, placing a hand over his heart. "I understand that you will be wary of me after what I'd done, but we're family, I had hoped you'd be able to find it in your heart to let me redeem myself."

Derek stared at the man for a few seconds, then turned his head to look towards the house, had a silent conversation with the Pack, then turned back to Peter. "We don't like you."

"Fair enough." Peter stated with a shrug, then turned to walk away.

"However," Peter paused, and turned to face Derek again. "you're on a two months probation." Derek stated, causing Peter to smile. "You can't live here yet, but that will be reviewed after the two months." He informed the man, with a heavy stare. "If you prove to be useful, and sane, we'll discuss you possibly moving in, if you want to. Until then, no coming here unless invited by myself or the Pack. You are never to be closer than five feet from Lydia or Jackson. For your safety, only. If you get closer than that, don't be surprised if you are maimed or killed. Understood?"

"Does that mean I can't use the pool?" Derek simply glared and Peter rolled his eye's "Understood. Thank you." Derek nodded, then turned and walked back to the Pack, knowing that Peter wouldn't try anything. At least, not with the Pack glaring at him the way that they were. If looks could kill, Peter would be back in his grave.

Once he reached the house, the Pack surrounded him. "Thanks." Lydia smiled gratefully. "I'm all about second chances, but I'm glad you told him not to come near me. I appreciate it."

"I hate to pry." Cora lied, cutting into the conversation. "But you never really told me the full story about what he did to you." She informed Lydia and the girl tensed slightly. "I can tell that it was more than just having you bring him back, It's not hard to see that there's a bigger back story. Do you mind telling me?"

"Yeah, of course." Lydia agreed, with a nod of her head. Cora was not only Pack, but her alpha's family, the girl deserved to know everything that they did. Especially when it came to Peter.

"Alright." Stiles spoke up. "You guys do that, I'll get started on dinner. Isaac, be my helper?" Isaac grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "Alright, the rest of you, do what you want, I'll let you know when the table needs setting."

"Who's turn is it to pick the movie?" Erica asked hopefully.

"Uh…" Stiles pulled out his phone and checked the schedule. "Cora."

"I thought it was your turn." Jackson stated with a slight frown. "I thought Danny had the last go, and we circled back around to you, and go through the schedule again."

"That was before Cora moved in." Stiles explained calmly, "She's Pack, so she should get to pick a movie too." Jackson nodded at that and Cora smiled gratefully, then the Pack separated to get on with their tasks.

"Okay, pup," Stiles began, tying an apron behind his back. "what do you feel like cooking today?"

"Umm, how about Hunter's Chicken." Isaac suggested with a hopeful smile. "My mum had a really good recipe and she taught it to me before she died." He explained sheepishly. "I have it written down."

"That sounds great," Stiles assured his pup with a grin. "How about you go get the recipe and wash your hands, and I'll get out the basic ingredients, then you can tell me what else we need, okay?"

"Okay." Isaac agreed, before running off to get the recipe from his room.

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

Two nights later, Stiles and Derek were on a date, without any prompting from the Pack. They went for a picnic by the lake, and sat beneath the almost full moon, looking up at the stars. Derek had picked this for their date because it was romantic, and they were still close to Pack.

"This is perfect." Stiles announced softly, eyes not leaving the sky.

"Yeah it is." Derek agreed, and Stiles threw his head back and let out a full bodied laugh.

"Oh, thank God!"

"What?"

"The second I said that, I became terrified that you were gonna go all cheesy on me and say 'yes, you are' or something like that." Derek shook his head at his mate, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Yeah right, like I'd ever say something cheesy." Stiles immediately stopped laughing and looked at Derek with wide eyes.

"You always say cheesy stuff!"

"Like what?!"

"Just last night, you said: 'your lips look lonely, would they like to meet mine?' And you're saying that isn't cheesy?" Stiles asked incredulously.

"That doesn't count."

"Why not?"

"Because you asked me to tell you the cheesiest pickup line I know!" Derek reminded him, causing Stiles to roll his eyes.

"Fine, I'll let you off that one, but there's still loads more!" Stiles stated, picking up a fork, then used it to stab a piece of chicken. "Such as last week, when you asked me 'did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you've got a pretty sweet ass.' Very cheesy and it kinda killed the mood. Oh and at the library the other day, when Lydia was looking for something, you said to me: 'I haven't got a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?' oh, and on the way here, you said: 'your hand looks heavy, let me hold it for you.' Remember?"

"Those were jokes!" Derek insisted, his cheeks turning red. "Besides, you are way more cheesy than I am! Remember when you asked me 'Do you have a bandaid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.' and if you wanna talk about killing the mood, I specifically remember you telling me that I'm hotter than the bottom of your laptop! Do you remember that?"

"Yes I do, but the difference between you and I, is that I admit to my cheesiness." Stiles pointed out with a grin. "You don't."

"Because I'm not cheesy!" Derek insisted. "Anyone who says otherwise will get hurt."

"Oh really? And what would you do, big guy, huh? Punch them in the face?" Stiles asked sarcastically, with a mocking growl.

"I'm thinking about punching you in the face." Derek retorted with a blank expression, looking Stiles dead in the eye.

The lanky boy gasped in mock outrage. He knew that Derek would never hurt him, but it'd be fun to play along. He stood up and folded his arms across his chest. "Well then." He huffed with a pout. "I think I should leave." He took two steps before strong, familiar arms wrapped around his waist.

"Uh, uh." Derek mummered, a soft, commanding growl underlining his voice. "You're not going anywhere."

"And why not?"

"Because I'm your alpha, and as your alpha, I order you to stay." Derek ordered playfully, not putting any alpha command into it.

"Alright then." Stiles playfully sighed in resignation. "I guess I have to stay, then." He turned his head to look at Derek, biting his lip semi-flirtatiously. "Can I at least get a reward for being a good beta?"

"That depends," Derek hummed, maneuvering Stiles so that they were chest to chest. "What kind of reward do you have in mind?"

"Why don't I show you?"

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"Okay," Derek grinned as the couple walked back to the house a few hours later. "I agree with your rewards, but I think that they should be exclusive to you."

"Oh, good!" Stiles exclaimed with a huge grin. "Because if you did that with any of them, our relationship wouldn't go so well."

"Well, don't have to worry about that."

"Neither do you."

-Teen Wolf Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

"Hey, how was the d- oh my god. Go shower!" Was what Cora said when they arrived home.

"Hi, Cora, nice to see you too." Stiles greeted teasingly with a grin. "The date was great, thanks. How was your evening?"

"Ugh, it was fine, please go take a shower." She all but begged, pinching her nose, trying to block out the smell.

"Fine." Stiles sighed, dragging out the 'i' and grabbing Derek's hand. "Come on Der. Let's go shower."

"Separately!" Cora yelled after them.

"Nuh uh, that wasn't part of the deal!"

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

The next day, Peter came for a visit, having been invited by Derek, much to the Pack's dismay. "Hello." The older wolf greeted with a smirk. "What a lovely house you have here."

"My Pack designed it." Derek bragged with a proud smile, leading Peter to the living room, where Cora, Erica and Boyd were sitting. "You know Cora, but I don't think you've been formally introduced to the rest of my Pack. This is Erica and Boyd." Derek introduced with a smile. He wasn't smiling because his Pack was meeting Peter, no. He was smiling because he got the chance to show off his Pack. "They're Cora's mates."

"Interesting." Peter hummed. "So you have two triad's in your Pack?"

"Yes."

"Lucky you." Peter commented, then smiled at Cora. "Hello Cora."

"Go away."

"Oh, come on, Cora, it's me. Uncle Peter."

"Uncle Peter who killed sister Laura." Cora pointed out with a heavy glare.

"Look, I am deeply sorry for that. You've already beat me and yelled at me, can we try to move past it?"

"No."

Before more could be said, Lydia walked into the room with a gun in her hand. "Hey." She smiled at Derek and the triad casually, walking over to the couch. Remembering Derek's warning, Peter stepped backwards, keeping the required distance from the girl, who smirked at his actions. Lydia didn't say anything else though, simply walked and sat on Erica's lap. No one blinked at that, Erica merely chuckled and shifted slightly so that the redhead could get comfortable.

"You know, there's plenty of space." Cora pointed out, glaring lightly at the girl sitting in her Mate's lap. "Why do you always insist on sitting in one of our laps?"

"Wolves are warm and comfortable." Lydia explained with a grin, casually loading the gun.

"Then come sit on my lap." Jackson said as he walked into the room with Danny, sending a dark glare to Peter. He sat next to Erica, and patted his lap, but Lydia just snuggled into Erica more, as Danny sat next to Cora, Boyd was wedged between the two girls.

"But I'm comfy!" Jackson just rolled his eyes and pulled Lydia away for the blonde girl, setting his mate down on his lap. "That's just mean." Lydia stated, casually inspecting her gun.

"I am mean."

"No loaded guns in the living room." Stile announced as he walked through from the kitchen. "If he tries anything, everyone will hold him off for the two seconds it takes you to load."

"Fine." Lydia sighed, taking the clip out of her gun.

"The one from the chamber, too, Lydia." Stiles demanded with a pointed look. "But if it makes you feel better, you can take out your throwing knife. Y'know, the one in the holster on your thigh."

Lydia grinned at him, "You know me so well."

"Can I hold on to my crossbow?" Allison asked politely, walking in with Scott and Isaac. Her two mates sat next to Danny, thigh to thigh, Allison sat on Scott's lap sideways, resting her legs on Isaac, Danny and partially on Cora.

"As long as it's not loaded." Stiles informed her, "But you're more than welcome to keep the arrows close by."

"Can't I get a little bit of trust?" Peter asked with a slight chuckle.

"Sure." Stiles smiled. "When you earn it. Will you be joining us for dinner?"

"Sure, I'd love to get to know you all."

"Great." Danny grinned, standing from the couch, casually lifting Allison's legs and ducking under them. and walking over to Stiles. "We're having lasagna." He announced with a grin, causing smiles to appear on their Pack's faces.

"Danny and I both have great family recipes for lasagna." Stiles explained, trying to push the thoughts of what Peter had done to the back of his mind for now. "So we're kind of doing an experiment. We're going to try to combine the best parts of each of our recipes to make the ultimate lasagna. It'll either turn out amazing-"

"Or fail miserably." Danny finished with a smile. "But, I have faith in us, so I'm voting that it'll be incredible."

"So am I." Stiles grinned. "So what does everyone want to go with it?"

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

Things were going well for the Pack. They were enjoying their summer, and Peter was proving himself to be useful. They were still looking for the alpha Pack, but there were no signs yet.

At that moment in time, Derek and part of his Pack were standing in the McCall basement, watching and listening in awe. Before their eyes, four of their Pack mates played their instruments. Scott sang and played guitar, Boyd also played guitar, Stiles played drums and Erica played bass.

The group was covering the song 'What's my age again' by blink 182. Very well, if Derek did say so himself. Of course, he didn't actually know the song, save for when he'd overheard Stiles listening to it. Regardless, his Pack did a good job of covering it. When they finished, Lydia walked over to a keyboard, and she immediately launched into a new song, one that Derek didn't recognise at all. It was just the keyboard at first, then Scott started to sing. "When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band-"

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

"Where are you going dressed all fancy?" Stiles grinned, looking at his father with his arms crossed over his chest. John looked like a deer caught in headlights, his eye's darting between his son and the front door. "Did you really think you'd be able to sneak out of a house full of werewolves."

"I was hoping." Stilinski admitted uncomfortably, tugging on his tie. "But if you must know, I have a date."

"A date?" Scott demanded, swinging the front door open, bounding into the house excitedly. "My mum has a date tonight, too!"

Stiles' eyes widened and his grin turned to a huge smile. "You and Melissa?!"

"Yes" John admitted after an uncertain pause.

"Finally!"

"Now Stiles, hear me ou- wait, what?"

"Finally! Scott and I have been trying to get the two of you together for years!" the lanky boy exclaimed excitedly. "Seriously, do you really think I only forgot my pillow when sleeping at Scott's the nights Melissa wasn't working?"

"And do you really think I'd constantly forget my pajamas when I come over?" Scott asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Or that I always accidentally made too much food whenever Melissa dropped Scott off? C'mon dad, you're the Sheriff, you should know better." Stiles chuckled and shook his head. "Wow, dad."

"Well, in my defence, i-"

"No," Scott jumped in, raising his hands in defence. "No time for excuses, you have a date with my mum." The Sheriff nodded and straightened his tie again

"How do I look?"

"Absolutely dashing." Lydia grinned as she jogged down the stairs, a bouquet of flowers in her hands. "Here, I ordered these for my mum's birthday tomorrow, but they sent the wrong kind. They're going to send the right ones for free, so I was going to throw these out, but you can have them."

John smiled gratefully, and sighed in relief. "Thank you Lydia, I didn't have time to pick any up earlier."

"You're welcome, now go! Don't keep the woman waiting."

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

A few days later, Danny sat alone in the public library, flicking through an old book. It was so old that the pages were yellowed and slightly torn at the edges. It was one of the few accurate books on the supernatural, not just werewolves, but hundreds of other creatures. He had read this book several times before, but this time he was memorising it. With more threats coming after him and his Pack, learning about them and their weaknesses is a good idea. Unfortunately, due to the age of the book, he couldn't check it out. So, he had to settle for sitting in the library for a couple of hours every day. But the knowledge he got out of it made it worth it.

"So you like the supernatural, huh?" a low voice chuckled, causing Danny to look up. Towering over him, was an attractive, well muscled teenage boy.

"You could say that." He smirked, switching into flirt mode the moment he laid eyes on the boy. "I'm Danny."

"Ethan." He introduced, holding out his hand for the Hawaiian to shake. "Pleasure to meet you."

"You too." Danny nodded, then gestured to the seat opposite him. "Care to sit?"

"Sure." Once the boy sat down, Danny leant forward slightly,and asked in a quiet tone, "So.." He looked directly into Ethan's eyes, pausing for a second to be sure, then asked: "Got any plans for tomorrow night?"

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

Lydia grinned as she ran. Weaving through the trees of the preserve, her earphones were blaring music. The wind was beating against her skin, dirt splattered against her legs with every step she took, her heart was pounding in her chest but she didn't care and willed her body to run faster.

Lydia had lost track of how long she'd been running, the sun had started to set and it became increasingly difficult to see. She ignored it all, and kept her pace. At some point, she decided to change her course and started to head back to the house. Mind set on a hot shower. Ten minutes later, she came to a stop. She leant forward, setting her hands on her knees , gasping for breath, opting to take a moment, before starting her cool down exercises. However, when she stood up straight, she was surprised to find that she wasn't outside of the house. Instead, Lydia found herself looking out at the lake. More specifically, the lifeless body floating in it.

Gasping in shock, she took a step back, and, against her own will, let out a high pitched scream

Less than twenty minutes later, Stiles, Jackson, the police and the medical examiner were there.

"I was running through the woods, and started to head back to the house, then suddenly found myself here." Lydia explained in exasperation. "I don't know how, but I'm guessing it's a banshee thing." Stiles placed a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"We'll figure this out." Stiles promised with a reassuring smile.

"We will." John agreed with a nod as Jackson gave Lydia his jacket. "Well, I think that's enough for tonight, but I will need you to give an official statement tomorrow, if that's alright?" Lydia nodded, brow furrowed, and narrowed eyes staring into the distance, a thoughtful expression on her face.

After John walked away, Derek rushed over. "How are you feeling?" The Alpha asked urgently, his eyes wide as he looked over Lydia, trying to get a read on both her physical and emotional state.

"I'm fine, just a little freaked. I'll be fine, though." The redhead assured the man with a weak smile. "But, uh, I won't be staying at the house tonight. It's about time that I finally talk to my mum about all of this."

"I'll go with you." Jackson offered, looking at his girlfriend determinedly. "Moral support, or evidence if she doesn't know anything."

"Are you sure you're up to this?" Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe you should postpone that talk, for tonight at least. You've been through a lot."

"I've been postponing it ever since I found out what I am." Lydia explained, shaking her head. "No, I need to do this. Tonight."

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-

"Oh my goodness." Lydia's mother gasped, looking at Jackson, who had allowed his features to morph into his beta shift. "I'm a terrible person, your poor grandmother."

"Grandma? What are you talking about." Lydia all but demanded as her mother tried to wrap her head around things. It took a few minutes, but the woman eventually answered.

"As you know, your grandmother passed away in Eichen House, but what you don't know is how she got there." Natalie stated, taking a deep breath. "You may want to sit down."

Natalie then informed the teens about Lydia's grandmother, how she had predicted the death of the woman she loved, how she spent the rest of her life trying to get another prediction, even went as far as finding someone like her. Meredith Walker. Lydia listened, completely submerged in the story. Soon the world around her faded away and Lydia found herself living the story as her mother told it. She could hear the words her grandmother had said, the rain, the voices. All of it. When her mother stopped talking, Lydia returned to her living room and took a second to think, before asking to see the room. The soundproof room at the lakehouse that was meant for Banshee's.

That room is where Lydia spent the rest of her night. Watching the record spin, listening to the voices. Whispering to her, telling her things. Names. Lydia whispered, hoping Jackson could hear her, requesting a pen and a piece of paper.

Thankfully, he did hear. Once she had the items, Lydia closed her eyes, listened to the voices, and allowed her hand to glide over the paper.

It felt like an eternity before she opened her eye's, and looked down at the paper. It was a list. She had written a list, consisting of five names:

Deucalion Emery

Kali Terrell

Ennis Wade

Ethan Steiner

and Aiden Steiner

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

"Are you sure that you don't want one of us to tag along and keep an eye on this guy?" Derek asked Danny, as the Hawaiian walked towards the living room door.

"I'm sure, Derek! I'm going on a date, not swimming with jellyfish."

"I think you mean 'swimming with sharks'" Scott corrected with a raised eyebrow and slight chuckle.

"Nope, I've been swimming with sharks I'd rather do that than swim with jellyfish."

"Okay?"

"So what's his name?" Allison asked with a grin, from the doorway.

"Ethan. Ethan Steiner"

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

Stiles and Isaac shared a large bowl of popcorn in the living room of the Hale House, both of them had their eyes locked on the tv as they spoke to one another. "You know, after this, we should work out a little, with the Alpha Pack, and lord knows what else, we need to stay in shape and prepare for the next attack." Stiles suggested, before shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"Okay." Isaac agreed. "That's a good idea." The pair was alone because Danny had a date, Erica, Boyd and Cora were on a date, Lydia and Jackson were talking to Lydia's mum, and everybody else was working. "Oh, did you hear that the diner is going to double as a coffee house soon? Officially, I mean."

"Huh, no I didn't know that." Stiles hummed, tilting his head slightly. "it makes sense though, they make the best coffee in town, but I know that a lot of people don't try it, because they think it'd just be bad diner coffee."

"Yeah." Isaac agreed. "I'll admit, I used to think that too. Which is why I used to always go out of my way, to get coffee from the Chamber after practice. Even though it was more expensive."

"No, no, no, you should never just go for the most expensive thing just assuming it'll be better. Maybe it sometimes works out that way but not always." Stiles shook his head at his pup in disapproval. "Sometimes things that are expensive are worse."

"Hey, I've learned the error of my ways mum, thanks to you." Isaac grinned, holding up his hands in playful self-defence.

"And you're welcome for that." Stiles smiled, shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth. After a few more minutes of chatter, Isaac decided to ask the question that had been on his mind for the past ten minutes.

"Hey mum?" Isaac began, Stiles hummed in response to let Isaac know that he was listening. "Are we gonna turn the tv on? Or just keep staring at a blank screen while eating popcorn?"

"We're definitely just gonna keep staring at a blank screen while eating popcorn."

"Good to know."

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

Boyd, Cora and Erica were walking through the woods after their date, when suddenly, Cora froze."Do you smell-?"

"Werewolves. The alpha Pack." Erica whispered. "We have to go, now." Boyd nodded and the turn turned to leave, only to come face to face with a large male alpha, who had his eye's glowing red and a dark grin on his face. They looked around to see more alpha's closing in on them. They were completely surrounded.

"What we have here," The leader, Deucalion spoke up, stepping into view. "is not simply three betas. No, no they're much more than that, they're leverage."

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

"Where are they?!" Derek roared the next day, pacing around the living room.

"I don't know." Lydia admitted with a worried frown on her face. "I really don't know."

"What are we going to do?" Isaac demanded, "The longer we wait, the more likely they are to kill them!" Isaac yelled angrily.

"They won't kill them!" Derek growled, "They'll try to use them as leverage, or weapons to make me join them. We will get them back before that happens!"

"How are we supposed to do that by sitting around? Huh?!" Isaac screamed. "And just because they won't kill them, doesn't mean that they won't hurt them! Boyd and Erica and Cora could be being tortured right now, and you are doing nothing!"

"Isaac-"

"Why won't you help them? You claim to love us like family, but you don't even care enough to-"

"You think I don't care?!" Derek roared, spinning to face Isaac. "You think that this is easy for me?! To just sit back while three of my own are being held by psychopaths? Psychopaths who want me to kill everyone I care about!" Isaac stepped backwards, away from the alpha, guilt clearly written on his face. "They are my Betas! Cora is my sister. I promised to take care of them, and I failed! There's nothing I want more than to run out right now, find them and bring them home, but I have no idea where they are! I have no way to track them or any leverage over the alphas to get them back safely. If I make one wrong move, they'll kill them. Just to piss me off. I wait, they'll make a move, then we can get them back."

"I'm sorry." Isaac whimpered and Derek's eyes softened, then he pulled the pup into a hug.

"No, I'm sorry pup, I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. We'll get them back, I promise."

"So what are we going to do?" Jackson asked cautiously from the doorway, reminding the pair of the rest of the Pack's presence.

"We plan." Stiles announced firmly. "Let's go to the Library."

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

Three weeks. It had been three weeks and nothing. The only lead they had were the names from Lydia, which lead nowhere. Of course, Danny was shocked to see the name of the guy he liked, even more surprised when said guy called and asked him out on a date. He had agreed, much to the Pack's protests. Danny wasn't doing it because he liked Ethan though, no. He did it because this was an opportunity. An opportunity for them to learn more about the alpha Pack. Yes, he was using Ethan, but Ethan was using him too. He'd picked up on Ethan, very subtly, fishing for information on the Pack. Danny doubted that he would have noticed, had he not been doing the same.

Nevertheless, it wasn't all bad. Sure Ethan was a psychopathic, murderous alpha werewolf, who could merge with his, apparently twin, brother to form a weird monster alpha werewolf. And sure, he was working with other murderous alpha's, who were planning to get Derek to kill Danny and the rest of the Pack, but at least he made for a good booty call.

Plus, Ethan had let small details slip about where he was staying. Enough so that the Pack were able to find it, and send Chris in to set up surveillance. They chose Chris because he is, officially, a security consultant, therefore had a valid reason for setting up the camera's, had he gotten caught.

That was two weeks ago. The footage had been pretty mundane, the microphones picking up pointless conversations, nothing of value. Until just minutes earlier, when the word 'Vault' was brought up. It wasn't long until it all came together. The symbol Danny had noticed sketched in Ethan's notebook, wasn't a symbol at all, but a logo.

"Beacon Hills First National Bank." John stated the seconds laid eyes on the sketch, via a picture Danny had taken. "It shut down a while back due to a robbery."

"It's the perfect place to keep them." Jackson sneered, every ounce of anger and hatred towards the alpha's rose to the surface. The very thought of the Pack made his blood boil.

"Gather any weapons you need then we're going." Derek ordered, and the rest of the Pack agreed, except for Stiles.

"Woah, woah, woah, we can't just rush in there without a plan." Stiles stated, stopping his mate and pups in their tracks. "They're my pups and I want them back too, but if we don't think this through, someone else could get hurt."

"It doesn't matter, we can help them." Isaac stated determinedly.

"He's right," Scott agreed, "they're Pack, we can't just sit back and do nothing."

"It's worth the risk." Allison added with a determined look on her face.

"No one gets left behind," Lydia declared, head held high.

"We're all willing to do whatever it takes to make sure they come home safely." Jackson announced.

"If something looks like it's going wrong, I'll make sure our pups all make it out and hold the Alpha's off. My life for theirs." Derek stated. The Pack looked at Stiles with confidence and determination, thinking he'd be proud, but he stared back at them, disbelieving. Unshed tears flooded his eyes as he shook his head at them all.

"You see, that's the problem. You don't care about getting hurt. But do you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated, and if a single one of you dies, I will literally go out of my freakin' mind." Stiles took a deep breath and clenched his teeth as his mind drifted to his mother. "You see, death doesn't happen to you, it happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how to live the rest of their lives without you in it!"

His voice grew louder as he went on, a crescendo of pain and anger, his arms waving wildly as the Pack looked on, startled by Stiles' reaction. "I mean come on, We all love Erica and Boyd and Cora, but I wouldn't trade any of your lives for theirs. I'm not giving up, I will make sure we get them back, but I'm not sacrificing anyone else to do it! Imagine what it would do to them, huh? Get out of a vault after three weeks, reuniting with their Pack, only to learn that someone they love and care for unnecessarily gave up their life for it? How do you think that would feel?" Derek opened his mouth to say something, but Stiles kept talking "What if I went out right now, stormed the vault, set them free, but died in the process, how would you feel? You've got Erica, Boyd and Cora back so that's all that matters, right?"

"Stiles, that's different, you're my mate and Pack mum, if you died-"

"If I die, the Pack would still have an alpha, and there's no wolf in this room who isn't mated. Literally everyone has completed the mate bond, yet you're all willing to die and leave your mate, or mates, behind. Allow your mate to suffer the agony and heartbreak, allow them to blame Erica and Boyd and Cora for your death, allow the three of them to blame themselves, allow the Pack to grieve and mourn." Stiles scoffed and shook his head. "No, actually, you know what, you're right, no need to waste time coming up with a plan and make sure we all survive, let's go." He walked past the Pack, heading for the front door. "What are you waiting for? Come on let's go get ourselves killed unnecessarily." John walked over and placed a comforting hand on Stiles' shoulder. The Pack had the decency to look abashed and regretful as Stiles' words sank in

After a few moments of tense silence, Scott spoke up.

"So, anyone have any ideas?"

"You mentioned the vault? If that's where they're being kept, we won't need to go through the front door to get to them." The Sheriff stated, then went on to explain how the robbers broke in, and how it could benefit them. As he did, Lydia and Danny sat side by side, each typing avidly on their laptop's. Danny was searching through live security camera footage, just because they had a way into the vault, doesn't mean they should take any chance with the alpha Pack catching them. Lydia, however, was learning everything that she could about the vault itself.

Once John had finished explaining the break in, Lydia gained everyone's attention. "Hey, I found something." Within seconds, the Pack were gathered around the redhead "According to this, the walls of the vault are made out of Hecatolite, also known as Moonstone." Lydia announced, eyes wide in shock and realisation.

The others just looked confused. "And that means?" Scott asked, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"The stone has been blocking the natural moonlight from reaching them, keeping them from transforming for these past three weeks!" The girl exclaimed urgently, and the Pack started to understand. "With this information, and lack of appearances from the alpha's, I'm guessing that they didn't want us to find them yet." Derek nodded thoughtfully, it made sense. Why else would the alpha Pack go silent for weeks when they had leverage? "Think of it like starving lions in the coliseum. So deprived of what they thrive on that they are far more vicious and bloodthirsty. I'm thinking that they planned to keep them a lot longer. Possibly as long as a few months. The pent up energy from all those missed transformations would mean Boyd , Erica and Cora would lose all control when the moonlight reached them."

"It wouldn't take much either." Stiles stated, standing up straight and looking at the Pack. "From what I've heard, Hecatolite is very reflective. All it'd take is a single beam of moonlight, and it would bound from wall to wall, until the entire room was lit up."

"Meaning they'd lose control instantly, attack anyone who got in their way." Allison stated, a look of horror on her face as she thought about how bad that would be.

"Including us." Jackson stated, voice barely above a whisper. Had there been any other noise in the room, the human members of the Pack wouldn't have heard him.

"Yes, but it hasn't been months." Derek reminded them, trying to assure both his Pack and himself. "Although, this is the longest any of them have gone without shifting, so we should be careful. But we have an advantage, we know what to expect. We know that it'll be more difficult than we initially thought. We also know that they are our Pack, and we won't let them do anything they'll regret, there are three of them, we can handle it."

"Alright," Scott jumped in, clapping his hands together. "So how are we doing this? I think we'll need at least four of us going in, and of course we'll need at least two people staying here, to organise things. As much as I hate to say it, we're going to have to restrain them."

"You're right." Derek nodded in agreement, a proud smile tugging at his lips. "Danny, Lydia, Allison, I want the three of you staying here. Before you girls protest, let me explain. The two of you need to set up everything for when we return. Danny needs to watch the security cameras, to warn us if the alpha's come back. If they do start to head our way, we'll need some interference. The two of you are more adequate with long range weapons, meaning you can distract and hurt them, without getting too close." Derek explained and the two girls gave him disbelieving looks. "I will admit, your lack of supernatural healing does influence my decision." Lydia and Allison exchanged a look, before sighing in defeat and agreeing. "I'll be getting Peter along the way, I'll need all of the help I can get. Stiles, Isaac, Scott, Jackson, are any of you willing to come with me to the vault?"

"No, we're just gonna let you face three of our feral Pack Mates alone." Jackson drawled sarcastically, which filled Stiles with Pride, and gave the alpha his best bitch face. "What do you think?"

"You really don't need to ask." Isaac stated with a soft smile.

"We know what we signed up for, Derek, and we're all in." Scott stated and Stiles nodded in agreement with his pups, then Stiles turned to his father.

"Dad, any chance you can get some deputies to wait outside of the bank with prisoner transfer vans? Preferably three, but two would probably work," Stiles asked hopefully, and John sighed.

"I'll head down to the station, round up some back up."

"Once you're outside, I'll call you." Danny promised, typing furiously on his laptop. "I'll guide you through the bank and warn you if the Alpha's decide to make an appearance."

"Thank you." Derek nodded, "Allison, call Erica's parents, tell them what's going on and warn them about what state Erica will be in." Derek ordered, looking more determined than the Pack had ever seen him. "Now, let's go save our Pack." With that, everyone sprung into action. Of course Stiles had to ruin the dramatic moment, by nudging Derek's shoulder and teasing, "Aren't you glad you listened to me?"

"Shut up."

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

They did it. They freed Cora, Erica and Boyd. Without running into the alpha Pack! Sure, the three of them lost control a little and there was a little property damage along the way, but still. They did it. That should count for something, right?

"Three broken windshields, five lampposts knocked down, a hole in the side of a prisoner transport van, arrows and bullets are embedded in at least thirteen cars, and a dozen calls to the station about three monstrous dog people running down the streets of beacon hills, one of them naked! What do you have to say for yourself?!" John demanded, looking his son in the eyes, in front of everyone at the station.

Stiles cringed, shrugged his shoulders slightly, then replied: "Oops?" John turned red in the face, but before he could yell, Tara spoke up.

"Why was Erica naked?"

"Well, the three of them are mates." Stiles began awkwardly. "They needed some way to keep themselves occupied. Erica just hadn't put her clothes back on before we went in to rescue them." He then turned to his dad, and said. "I'll pay for the damages."

"You mean, Derek will pay for the damages?" John retorted with a knowing look. "Nuh uh, you have to get a job."

"But I've already declared myself a stay-at-home mum!" Stiles protested, and his father just glared "Fine." the boy sighed, hanging his head in defeat.

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

The next day was spent at the house, everybody coddling Boyd, Erica and Cora. The trio knew that they wouldn't get any time alone for a while. To be honest though, they didn't really care. They had all missed their Pack, so much. The only thing that made the last three weeks bearable was having each other, and the knowledge that the Pack would find them.

"I was so worried, sweetie!" Erica's mother sobbed into her daughter's hair. "I missed you so much! Your father did too! We understand that your Pack will want to spend time with you, but we don't want you out of our sights! We have each booked time off of work and will be staying here for a couple of days! Derek gave us the guest room closest to your room!" Hayley babbled, still not releasing Erica as Jake made his way down the stairs and towards his family, quickly joining in on the hug.

"Our belongings are in the room." He stated, before placing a kiss to the top of Erica's head. "It's a great room, I think we should move in, Hayley! This place is incredible!"

"Don't tempt me!" Hayley chuckled. "All it took was one look at the pool and I wanted to live here."

Erica giggled at the conversation, shaking her head slightly. "Seriously sweetheart." Jake exclaimed with a perplexed look on his face. "Why are you still living with us when you could live here?"

"Because I love you both too much to leave." Erica responded honestly. "At least, until I'm 18."

"Okay, it's settled, we're moving in. Hayley, Pack the photo albums, I'll get the waffle iron." Jake announced, pulling out from the hug as Stiles walked into the room.

"We have a waffle iron, y'know?" Stiles informed the man, clearly amused.

"Ah, but does it imprint my name into the waffle?" Jake asked, pointing an accusing finger at Stiles, who chuckled and shook his head.

"No, I'm afraid it doesn't"

"Then I will be retrieving mine." He announced, then turned back to his wife and daughter. "Okay, Hayley, c'mon. We'll be back soon Erica." Hayley finally released Erica, and set her hand on her hips, raising an eyebrow at her husband.

"Wait, are you being serious?" Jake nodded and Hayley glared. "No. We raised Erica in that house, I am not moving."

"But honey!" Jake whined, giving his wife puppy dog eyes. "A pool!"

"No."

"C'mon, you know that Erica wants to live here with her Pack! But she won't do that unless we come with her!" Jake argued.

"Yes, but if we move in, Erica won't get her own room, she'll just stay with Cora and Boyd. They'll share a bed. In a soundproof room. All night. Every night." She taunted, taking a step closer to her increasingly horrified husband with each sentence. Erica and Stiles tried to suppress their laughter at Mr Reyes' expression but failed miserably. Either way, Erica's father changed his mind about wanting to move in.

-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-

Then next time Danny saw Ethan, he expected him to be upset, or tense, or angry, but he was the opposite. Ethan seemed lighter, like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

"Hey." Danny greeted with his winning smile, giving the wolf a hug, before sitting down. The pair were at a restaurant. A very nice, rather expensive, restaurant in the centre of town. "You seem happy."

"Yeah." Ethan agreed, sitting opposite the hacker, a large grin on his face. "Not only do I get to see you, but some people I know just got out of a bad situation." Ethan explained vaguely, but Danny knew that he was referring to Erica, Cora and Boyd. "The person behind getting them there wasn't happy, but I am. I hate what he's doing, I wish I could get away." Ethan confessed, looking down at the table. Danny frowned, glancing over to Jackson and Lydia who were sitting a few tables away, keeping an eye on him. Jackson nodded slightly, looking confused. Ethan was being honest. Danny leant forward and set his hand on top of Ethan's comfortingly.

"Why don't you?"

"My brother." Ethan said, looking up at Danny. "He believes Deucalion's promises, and unlike me he doesn't have a reason to leave." Ethan took a breath, then stated. "I know. I know that you know what I am and who I'm working with, but I swear, I don't want to!" Ethan swore, looking Danny in the eyes, hopeful that the Hawaiian believed him. "That's why I told you as much as I did. I knew you'd find where I was staying. I knew you'd see the sketch of the logo. I knew you'd free them. I need your help Danny. I need you to talk to your Alpha. I need you to tell him that I want us to work together. I'll help you against the Alpha's if you help me save my brother." Ethan promised, sitting up, looking serious and determined. Over his shoulder, Danny noticed Jackson on the phone, probably talking to Derek. "So, will you help me?"

A/N: I hope you guys are happy with this chapter! I am so sorry for the delay, but I've had a few personal issues. But I'm back, and already working on the next chapter! xx

Guest: I am so sorry for the huge delay! I've had a lot going on recently, but I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter! x

The Guest Who Tried To Guess: Well, welcome back to the story! Once again, sorry for the delay, yes they are getting longer, this is one of my longest ones so far. I hope that helps make up for things! Anyway, I'm glad you're happy with the choices that I have made! I fully intend on keeping Boyd and Erica alive! I love my Beta babies so much! Really? You expect me to believe there will be no more sugar? HA! x

Squida loodaloo: Yay! I have a friend working on sketches of the house and things, so hopefully I'll be able to post them soon! I hope that you've enjoyed this chapter x

lateVMlover: Thank you! I hope that you like this chapter too x

XxZessxX: Yay, I'm glad that you like iit, some people aren't keen :( That's mainly why I did it, the both deserve to have people that they can call mum and dad. Yup, I love Derek, but if he growled at me, I'd probably cry, or pass out in fear! I fully intend on Morell being helpful for Stiles, he deserves to be happy! I know that it happened quickly and in reality would have taken a lot longer to build, but this is fiction, I can speed up things if I want xD She'll be similar to canon in some ways, but different in others. I will say that I don't plan on getting rid of her, so I hope that you don't hate her too much. Anyway, I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter x

Chikacookie: Yup, I fully intend on keeping Cora around! Thank you, I'm so glad that you like it, and I hope that you enjoy this chapter too x

middlechild274: Now! The Alpha Pack have arrived! I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter x

DragonDCelina: Yay! Yes she is, and I plan on keeping her around. Yay, I'm glad! I have a friend working on sketches of which I hope to upload soon! There is more fluff coming up! Don't worry! I hope that you enjoy this chapter x

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Half Alien: Well, at least you still like the story. I'll tone the mum down, but other readers like it, so it will appear from time to time, sorry. And like you said, it's the only thing you don't care for so far, so not too bad :) But yes, it won't be featured as often, sorry about that. I hope you've enjoyed this chapter x

LyKatherine Adhara: Oh wow, you picked up on that? I love that movie SO MUCH and couldn't help slipping in a few references xD I was going to use 'Manners... Maketh... Man.' but a) I couldn't find anywhere to slip it in and b) I thought it'd be a little too much xD Anyway, I hope that you've enjoyed this chapter!